The Demon's Deception

by Lisa Alder

  "Do you practice with a blade?"

  "What?" She flushed.

  "A blade, sword?"

  "Perhaps."

  "Grip my cock as if it was the hilt."

  "Oh," her eyes widened and her grip tightened. Barbas groaned at the exquisite pressure. The sensation was amazing. She pumped her hand up and down over his erection. With each cautious move his cock got harder.

  "Put me in your mouth." His words were guttural as he watched her take him in between her deep red lips. Barbas threaded his fingers through the curly strands of her hair and tugged gently until the waves tumbled down over his crotch and abdomen. Her breasts brushed his hairy thighs. He pressed his knee up into her hot, wet heat. No reason she couldn't get off while she sucked him.

  Her mouth was like a deep wet cavern. She sucked him shallowly, taking only the head of his cock into her mouth while her hand continued to work the shaft.

  "Take more," he demanded.

  She blinked up at him her brown eyes dazed.

  "I want to fuck your mouth."

  She swallowed convulsively and the sensation damn near had him coming. "Swallow again. Take more of me."

  She moaned in denial. But Barbas gripped her head tightly and refused to let her back away. "No. You want this. You want me to fuck your mouth. You want to drink my essence and swallow it down, just like you swallowed that ale."

  With each word, she panted harder. Her breasts heaved and sweat shimmered on her skin. But she stopped trying to back away. Instead she eased more of him into her mouth and swallowed again. Then she began to move.

  Her head bobbed up and down over his erection. Each time she sucked more of him into her mouth, she moaned. The vibration thrummed through him and into his balls. His vision dimmed as she scraped her teeth gently along the length of him. And every time she took more he rewarded her by pressing gently on her sex with his knee. He knew the move was working. Her juice coated his knee and leg. She was as gone on the sensations as he was. Pride and fierce triumph roared through him.

  "I'm going to jet my cum down your throat now." He groaned and pumped his hips. They moved together as if they'd been lovers for an eternity. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat. Deep. And she squeezed the base so hard he saw stars. Suddenly he couldn't hold off any longer.

  Her sleek legs gripped his knee as she rocked against him and moaned again and again. The subtle vibration sent electricity through his body. His balls tightened. His release started in the base of his spine and roared through his body. With a final thrust, he held her head and jetted his cum into her mouth. He jammed his knee against her sex. He groaned long and loud as he pumped cum into her throat and felt the answering throb of her sex against his knee. Every muscle was taut with ecstasy. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed as if she could wring every last drop of his cum from his body.

  This was the time he was most vulnerable but he couldn't even bring himself to care. She was an assassin. If she wanted to kill him, now would be the moment. But thank the Gods he'd die satisfied.

  EIGHT

  The experience had lacked finesse but was still erotic as hell.

  They lay against the tree trunk, completely spent. Her breasts spilled from her tunic and swayed unbound in the chill air. Her breeches were in discarded pile next to the tree roots, her bare ass round and caramel just begged for his attention.

  Slick juice coated her thighs. Her mouth was shiny from his cum and her lips red from the roughness of his thrusts. His cock lay against his thigh, already beginning to fill again as he took in the bounty of her body.

  "Gods damn, you're beautiful." Everything about her screamed sex. Satisfaction. Erotic satiety.

  Aine lay against his muscled chest. Her body was replete. Sore. Satisfied.

  With each new encounter she understood more and more of the Fae obsession with the physical. She stretched, her muscles a bit stiff. The move shifted her face into the curve of his neck. She ran her nose up the strong column of his neck and licked the spot behind his ear. With a sharp nip, she bit his ear lobe. Each movement caused his muscles to tighten and she watched in fascination as his cock began to harden.

  She skimmed her hand across his abdomen and up to to the flat disks of his nipples. She thought about how much she loved it when he sucked on her tits and scraped her fingernails against him.

  His indrawn breath told her that he liked it.

  "You're a quick learner." He curled his fingers around her palm and lifted her hand to his lips. He placed a gentle caress in the palm of her hand and then ran his tongue along her wrist. A most vulnerable spot.

  He sucked the delicate skin of her wrist into his mouth. He sucked so hard he left a mark. A lover's mark.

  Sticky juice coated her thighs. Her sex still throbbed from the attention of first his tongue, then his knee. She was sore inside from yesterday but as she stared at that lover's mark only one thought dominated her mind.

  "Love me," she commanded. "Again."

  "You're too sore."

  But she knew his resolve had weakened when his gaze remained glued to her thatch of curls and his cock continued to grow against her thigh. "I don't care."

  "You will tomorrow."

  "Do it." She curled her free palm around his erection. Amazingly he was already hard again. "I am wet for you. I want your cock inside me."

  He swallowed and slid his hand down to cup her sex. With a gentle touch he curled his middle finger into her channel and inhaled sharply. "You are wet." He smiled. "You wicked girl."

  Goddess, would he give in?

  She wanted him so badly. But she refused to beg. So she commanded. "Do it."

  "You on top. That way if it is too much you can stop." He was looking out for her. For her pleasure. A strange sort of happiness bled through her veins at the concern he displayed with every action. She knew he meant it. The veracity of his intentions was clear every time he touched her.

  He rolled her on top of his body. His cock brushed the sensitive folds of her sex and she inhaled quickly.

  "Hurt?"

  "No," she said with resolve. "I want this."

  His cock was huge. She'd taken him into her mouth. Surely he would fit in her body. But she tensed remembering how much it hurt yesterday.

  He rubbed the head back and forth, each rock of his body teased her clit. She loosened, even as her pulse quickened. He lifted his head and gently sucked one nipple into his mouth. Each suckle tugged and triggered an answering pulse that echoed deep inside her body. With a quick thrust, he pierced her in one smooth lunge.

  She waited for the pain. But nothing hurt. Full. She was full almost to bursting. And yet his cock fit as if she gloved him with her sex.

  "You okay?" he whispered against her breast.

  "Yes," she gasped.

  "More?"

  "Goddess, yes."

  And slowly, he lifted her up, his cock slid along her walls, the base pressed against her clit, and with each easy glide his bulbous head rubbed against some secret place inside. Stars drifted gently in her field of vision. Her body tingled and her sex throbbed. With each erotic invasion, he pulled more sensation from her. She was exhilarated. She was dizzy. She wanted the slow slick glide to go on forever and yet a subtle tension built in her body. Her nipples tightened. The rough hair of his thighs abraded the inside of hers. The thick invasion of his cock tormented her and she forgot all about being sore.

  Sensation layered over sensation until all crescendoed and rolled over her in a swelling climax. Her heart filled and burst with an indescribable joy. He'd given her a gift here. The gift to be herself and still be wanted. The gift of his touch, both sweet and erotic.

  Aine lay against his chest, quiescent as their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled.

  She marveled at the amazing, beautiful happiness that settled over her.

  "Tell me your name," he requested softly. If he'd demanded, battled, she would have denied him. In the Fae world, names had power. To give the g
ift of her real name would be monumental.

  But he didn't push. Instead, he carefully rearranged her clothing until her breeches were restored and the tunic was mostly buttoned and revealed only the slight swell of her cleavage. Aine retied the laces on his breeches but she left his top off delighting in the hard curves of his chest. Perhaps she was addled by the sex, but she could see no threat from him. And so she told him. "Aine."

  "You're beautiful, Aine." His bicep bunched against her breast as he brushed a wispy curl away from her cheekbone. His fathomless blue eyes were shadowed but his words were impassioned. In a husky voice, he said, "Take me home and let's do this for an eternity."

  Her heart leapt. For she was tempted. But in that way lay disaster. If her father ever found out that she'd expressly ignored his decree, there would be hell to pay. For both him and her. "I cannot." As the sun dipped lower in the sky, she knew she needed to get back. The Beltane festivities would begin precisely at sundown.

  "Damn." He pressed a sweet kiss against her forehead. "Then meet me here again tomorrow."

  Her heart thudded in double time. She was thinking about it. Seriously. Which was crazy. They could never be anything but secret lovers.

  There was a shimmer of warning but no time to react. And suddenly Aine knew she was in deep trouble. Thank the Goddess, she was dressed.

  "What are you doing?" her father roared.

  NINE

  The figure in the clearing was shielded by a large cloak. A hood covered his head and his hands and arms were swallowed by the large bell sleeves.

  Could Barbas be this lucky? Could this be the Fae that he had been searching for?

  Barbas knew immediately that this was a major break in his investigation and he couldn't squander the opportunity, but all of that anticipation fizzled when the goons, her bodyguards from yesterday, with the Fae headed toward them. In an acrobatic move, he bounded up from the ground and shifted so that Aine stood behind him. The tree trunk was at her back so she was protected from whatever was going to go down. He made sure the glamour block that shielded his Demon side was impenetrable. If he slipped, his investigation would be over and he would be dead. And if he were dead, he couldn't protect Aine.

  "Stay behind me," he whispered fiercely.

  "Surely you jest." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You are the one in peril."

  The Fae and his guards advanced on their position. The hood fell back and revealed the Fae's face. He was a Fae of exquisite beauty and now Barbas knew why he kept the hood up. Even Barbas, who had no interest in his own sex, felt the immense pull of attraction toward the man.

  "Explain yourself," the Fae male roared again, and his rage obliterated his beauty. His pale white face had beet red splotches, spittle flew from the corner of his mouth, and a flowing mane of black hair tumbled in disarray around his face. Barbas had a feeling that he wasn't often so enraged. The Fae tended toward more carefree attitudes regarding almost everything.

  "Father." Aine zipped around Barbas and curtsied low, her limbs loose and flowing. Barbas wouldn't have any idea that her heart pounded with trepidation if he hadn't been able to hear it. "What are you doing here?"

  "You lingered too long in the village." He stiffened. "I was...concerned when you failed to return. The ritual of Beltane is about to start."

  Barbas jolted. Beltane was a sacred night in the Fae world. A night of fertility and great magick. The cusp of the longest days of the year. The Fae's power would be at its maximum for the next three months.

  The guards flanked the older man, their gazes firmly fixed on the girth of the tree rather than either Aine or Barbas. "You deliberately disobeyed an order."

  "You shouldn't have shackled me," she returned defiantly as she rose from the bow.

  "There were reasons!" he shouted.

  "Well, it's too late now." She shot back at the older man.

  "No." He fell back aghast, his face drained of all color. He took in her disheveled clothing, the twigs and leaves in her hair, her plumped red lips, Barbas's naked chest.

  "Everyone else in the realm is allowed to have sex but me?" Aine railed. "It was ridiculous and archaic."

  Beneath her rant was a triumph that Barbas heard loud and clear. She had taken what she wanted. And what she had wanted was him.

  "You realize that you must be punished for this...transgression."

  How to diffuse the situation? Barbas searched for way to break into the conversation only half listening to their escalating argument. Until she spoke again.

  "Your call, your highness." Her tone was anything but deferential.

  This was the King of the Fae Realm? Which meant...she really was a Princess. When he'd meant to infiltrate, the idea was to do so incognito and not call attention to himself. Well if you're going to fuck up, you might as well go big.

  "Seize them both," the king commanded. "They will be restrained in the dungeon until after the Beltane celebration. And then, they will be judged."

  One of the guards started to protest. "But King Egogabal--"

  "Do it. Or you will be in the dungeon with them," the king snarled.

  Rough hands grasped his arms and Barbas analyzed his options. Fight or go docilely?

  Barbas needed to get into the Fae Realm. He needed to find out who was behind the traitor in the castle. And if he had to get thrown in their prison to do so, he would sacrifice his freedom for now. But he also needed not to arouse suspicion so he decided...fight. The decision was made quickly. Barbas sagged into their hold, then as they gripped harder, he rolled. The move yanked the two guards toward each other and they clanked heads.

  The guards growled.

  Barbas jumped to his feet and crouched into a defensive stance as the guards advanced toward him.

  "No, leave him out of it," she cried. "This was my doing."

  "Of that I have no doubt," the king sneered. "But he will bear the brunt of your crime."

  "Crime? Hardly. We were just having a bit of fun," Barbas drawled.

  "Ignore him," she directed the king.

  Barbas tuned out the arguing pair and focused on the approaching guards. He struck one guard in the crease of his thigh and the man went down. As the other rushed him, Barbas twirled and lashed a kick at the guard's chin. The guard anticipated the move and the blow barely glanced off his face. Barbas pretended to lose his footing and the guard tackled him in an impressive move, his elbow connecting with Barbas's eye.

  Ouch.

  "What if he is in league with the Demons?" The king asked as the guard yanked Barbas to his feet. "They know that Beltane is a powerful time in the Fae world."

  Barbas tensed. At least his cloaking was working, but he needed to divert their attention away from his ancestry before they studied him in earnest. "We were just following tradition. Isn't sex an integral component of the Beltane rituals?" He feigned bewilderment.

  To Barbas, Aine hissed, "Shut up."

  "Sweetness." He smiled wickedly. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

  "Father, this is, this is...," she faltered. "Oh dear Goddess, what is your name?"

  "Barbas, at your service, sweetness," he smiled jauntily at Aine and bowed. Barbas bet the king's roar could be heard all the way back at the Demon Castle.

  ***

  Barbas leaned against the cool stone wall of the dungeon and marveled that he was right back where he started, except this dungeon was controlled by the Fae. He should be worried. But instead he was pleased. He had managed to infiltrate the Fae world. On the negative side, he had no idea how he'd gotten here. The guards had placed a hood over his head and bound his arms behind his back. The secret entrance to the Fae Realm was likely near the Faery mound in the clearing, but he still had no idea how to get in.

  The clearing where he'd apparently deflowered a Fae Princess. A grin curved his mouth as he remembered the acts.

  "What are you so happy about?" Aine grumped from the bed across from his. The cell was wide enough for two beds on opposite walls. Above
each bed, a heavy chain was bolted into the stone wall. At the end of the chain was a single metal cuff. Barbas and Aine were locked into the restraints.

  Aine shifted restlessly on the cot. Sounds of the celebration drifted through the barred windows of their cell. Music, laughter, dancing and the distinctive grunts and moans of copulation lingered in the air.

  What had she asked? Oh yeah, he was happy.

  "Remembering." Might as well have a little fun. Plus perhaps she knew more about the king's dealings. Barbas had to discover who was the traitor in the Demon Castle. His wrist was shackled to the wall with an iron cuff. The iron seared his skin as he shifted the chain to a more comfortable position. The sound of all that sex happening had aroused his body without his permission.

  "Goddess, is that all you think about?" She stomped over to the bars that separated their cell from freedom. She rested her forehead on the bars and wrapped her slender, caramel fingers around the metal like they'd wrapped around his cock.

  "Careful, Princess," he cautioned. "You're giving me ideas."

  She flushed and yanked her hands from the barrier. But she wasn't completely immune to the idea as her focus shifted to his cock. Just the mere touch of her gaze, and he began to harden fully. He wondered if the chain would stretch all the way over to her cot.

  Outside their dark prison, lights twinkled and the Fae frolicked. The sweet scent of elderberry wine and the salty musk of a lot of sex permeated even the damp dungeon.

  While the Fae partied, they had been brought back here and abandoned, which got Barbas nowhere in his quest to find the traitor. "So what were you doing in the village alone, princess?"

  "Nothing of consequence." She paced back to the bed, threw herself down on the bare cot and moved her legs restlessly.

  Barbas thought back to their brief conversation in the tavern before they'd left to screw each other's brains out. And just remembering, along with the pervasive sounds of sex, was messing with his head. He needed to focus. Barbas stood and began to pace, dragging the heavy chain along with his wanderings. In the tavern, she'd asked him if anyone had been asking about the Fae. Interesting. "You were spying?"