by Marata Eros
Kane narrowed his eyes on her and said slowly, “And I am Kane, High Demon and tracker of female breeders who possess blood of the Demon.”
“I am not a Demon,” Ember whispered, but her mind shoved the shards of memory of the human males into her mind like glass ribbons.
They cut and sliced at her denial, tearing it out.
“Ah... but you are. Those human males thought they would make a game of raping you.” She cringed at the truth of his words, her shoulders beginning to shake with soundless sobs and Kane sighed, bringing her soaked and naked into the heat of his lap and she tried to fight him. Her movements and the residual seawater made him hiss in pain.
He clamped her wrists together and put them behind her back, forcing the front of her against him. Her perfect round breasts, which shone like beautiful pearls against the heat of his chest began to undo him and he restrained himself against the complementary coolness of their skin contact. She was rare, this half-breed Mer.
“You are enough Demon to have scorched the seed not meant for you.” He held her small wrists easily with one hand and cupped her chin. She tried to jerk it out of his hand and winced at the bruises laid there by the human males.
Giving up, Ember listened.
“They assaulted you and died for their trouble.” His eyes searched hers. When he finally had her attention he finished, “A male that attempts sexual penetration with a female of a certain amount of our blood will find his cock scorched and his seed ignited. No male can enter the Demon female unless he be Demon as well.”
Ignoring his words she asked instead, “Are they truly dead?”
Kane gave a single, terse nod. “They would have died of the injuries as a default of their attack against you.”
Then he smiled and she frowned. He explained so she would know that it was not her predicament that he thought funny. “We hastened it.”
Ember thought about that sentence.
At some point Kane had released her wrists and simply held her against himself. He possessed a lovely heat that warmed her to the marrow.
She looked up into a face with broad cheekbones and a swath of inky hair and eyes to match.
She lifted a tentative hand and laid it like a cool ointment of flesh against skin that was feverish to her touch.
“Thank you,” Ember said as she burrowed against him deeper.
Kane's heart sped.
The female had reached him.
It was a dangerous circumstance.
He was to gather Demon females of sufficient blood quantum and bring them back for Lucas to breed.
That was all.
Now it was not.
Trouble had come and its name was Ember.
He looked down at the Mer who lay curled naked in his arms and his raging erection pushed against the female's sleeping form.
He watched as her small fist latched onto his rough tunic, the material the only one of its kind that wasn't affected by the natural heat of his kind.
Her skin lay against his unaffected, where it touched, the eternal flame of his flesh quieted.
Ember was his perfect match: Demon enough to breed, Mer enough to cool his fire.
He would not give her up.
Kane could only fight so much.
He would not battle himself.
CHAPTER 5
Hayden gazed at his leader. Actually, Lucas was his leader. That didn't negate his deference to Kane, who currently was under an almost-vampiric thrall with the newest breeder acquisition.
He should report it immediately to Lucas. However, Hayden knew that Lucas was otherwise engaged as he had been most of the recent past; fucking the breeder, Alexandra.
It caused Hayden's full demon heart to grow blacker. He'd grown dissatisfied with Lucas' position as High Demon overseer. Only Lucas was allowed to sink his cock and tail spike into the newest breeders. The other demons were relegated to a dismal second... or third. Or an even more distant position.
It was enough to piss a Demon off.
Yet, it was as it had always been.
Hayden thought something was off with his leader. He used the beautiful breeder, Alexandra, much too frequently and he was well past his time with her.
She should have been given to the Demon Warriors by this time to satisfy and reward them for their defense and acquisition. However, that had not happened. Why? Hayden did not know but he'd thought of something. And Lucas need not ever know.
They could use this breeder as the human males had and Lucas would be none the wiser. She was virgin pure. Lucas could still fuck her chilled mermaid pussy and she would put out his fire.
Hayden's cock swelled thinking about the rare treat it would be for his molten flesh to be cooled with each thrust inside the mixed-blood breeder, Ember. His tail vibrated behind his back.
He was ready.
Hayden faltered when his eyes met Kane's and his gaze took in Hayden's prick, popped and standing at rigid attention.
Hayden came at Kane with the element of surprise and he dumped Ember in the pool, meeting Hayden's charge. His second in command was overcome with demonic lust. Kane recognized it even as he realized he'd been unprepared.
Ember awoke as she splashed into the water, her temperature spiking as she came out of an exhausted sleep and her vision was filled with the two demons, one so dark he appeared black.
Their blood spilled like liquid grease as she heard their flesh smack against each other, slicking the floor with their violence.
Ember blinked the water out of her eyes, searching for another way out. Finding none she rose out of the water and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing she could find. Recognizing it as hers she threw it on. It was still filthy from her attack, but it covered her adequately.
She began to move through the maze of the In Between; the only guide her affinity for the sea. The Mother called, though faintly, and Ember followed.
She yelped when a hot hand encircled her upper arm with bruising intensity.
It was the dark demon. The one who had been kind was nowhere to be seen.
There was no gentleness in the eyes of the demon male who gazed down at her and she felt something hot and spiked slithering up her gown, the tip nudged her ass and she screamed, trying without success to fight.
It got her nowhere but on her back, her legs ruthlessly spread for the demon who hung above her in suspended lust, his face and body bathed in it, a low broil along his skin attesting to the heat of his intentions.
Instead of burying his deep red cock in her pale pearl-like pussy he pushed a finger inside Ember, the tip finding her barrier and he hissed a steaming breath out of his mouth like a sigh.
“Perfect,” Hayden breathed in a whisper that manifested as a hot wisp of vapor.
Tears ran down Ember's face. She knew she could not survive another rape. She would rather die.
Then, from a distance, Ember heard a sharp metallic whistle.
She watched as a barbed implement drove through the air, cutting the vibrating heat like a mirage sliced in half.
It bit into the demon above her and he tore his finger out of her pussy in a reactive spasm, turning to face his attacker.
Constantine stood above Hayden.
Ember choked back a relieved sob and fell backward, curling her legs against herself in the fetal position.
Hayden began to leap to his feet to fight this renegade vampire, but in so doing, inadvertently wrapped the barbed chain around his torso. Its metal teeth punctured his skin as he turned and Hayden howled in misery and rage.
Constantine smiled, wrapping a loop of the chain around his forearm on the smooth side that held no barbs.
He jerked it with the strength of his lineage: Druid, vampire and Exotic coming together smoothly. His mixed-blood rose to the challenge, his cunning and strength in battle was nearly unstoppable.
Con would need it, as Hayden breathed through the pain of The Encourager and pulled Constantine closer even as the barbs bit deeper.
“Do your
worst, vampire,” Hayden challenged, his demonic strength a mountain of muscle against Constantine.
Con's smile widened, becoming a grin. “I shall,” Con promised and his fangs sprung as he took a chunk of demon meat from Hayden's upper chest. He tore it out and spit it against the wall of the In Between, where it slid down in a smoldering crimson blob to land on the floor and steam and fester.
Hayden bellowed and butted his head against Con's, tearing twin holes in Con's scalp, where it bled freely into his eyes, clouding his vision.
Constantine didn't need to see, he closed his eyes against his own blood and stomped on the instep of the demon as he jerked The Encourager with another looping twist and used his head like a battering ram, rapping the side of the demon's jaw with his skull.
Then his adversary's tail buried itself in Con's back and things got interesting.
He wasn't sure if he could beat this demon.
Con's eyes popped open and he swung his head to rid his face of the blood.
His blood.
It splattered on Ember as her deep garnet eyes held his, shocky and wide-- unseeing.
She opened her mouth and the siren was released.
The water from the pool did not respond for a heart-rendering moment that seemed to swell. Then it rose like a wall without mercy and encapsulated the Demon. It acted as a wash of acid as it destroyed the Demon.
Ember choked and retched as the flesh melted off his bones in a sodden sliding mountain of organic gore.
He was a full-blooded demon; to him the sea was a caustic substance, an able weapon. What Constantine couldn't do in the tight battle, Ember had done for him.
When Hayden was a pool of demonic sludge at his feet Constantine stepped over him dismissively, jerking away the blood and flesh-laden Encourager as he did. He attached it to his belt of other weapons and knelt beside Ember.
She looked at him with her eyes like lifeless jewels. The fire of her was gone.
Constantine acted on the first tender impulse of his life, bringing her gown over her nakedness and tucking it beneath her.
Con moved against her body and drew an unresistant Ember against him.
She lay there for a moment and their hearts beat in harmony briefly; his fast from battle, hers a depressed rhythm.
When the first anguished sob tore from her throat he let her cry and an alien emotion overtook him.
Empathy.
And Constantine had thought that a myth.
*
Kane
Kane came to with a lurching groan. That fuck Hayden had lanced his skull with his unusual spiked tail. It was rare amongst most of demonkind, although more common in the Demon Warriors. A perfect battle tool. Unfortunately, Kane had never anticipated its use against him. Only foe.
He rose to his hands and knees, fighting the bile that rose from the blow. Demons healed quickly and as he let the moment ride, he gradually recovered from the vertigo.
Kane stood and automatically searched for the Mer breeder, Ember.
That is not what his eyes saw. Before him was a knot of Demon flesh, melted and deformed.
Dead.
Kane's eyes widened.
Ember was nowhere to be found, his second was dead and his eyes found the pool.
It was empty. The seawater reservoir’s contents rose in a steaming hiss off his second's corpse.
Hayden had tried to use the breeder after a lucky strike against himself and she had used the Siren's wail of the Mer to assist in her defense.
And she had escaped as Kane had slept off the damage inflicted by his own kind.
Fuck, Kane seethed. Then his nostrils flared, catching the scent of another supernatural.
What? He breathed more deeply. Vampire, his mind whispered in identification.
Like a demon with a bone, he followed what had been taken from him.
Kane had never lost a breeder, and he wasn't about to begin with this one.
Ember was the water to put out his flame.
Fire and ice.
Kane tracked.
*
Alexandra
Alexandra stalked out of Lucas' chamber in internal turmoil. That bastard, she fumed. He had never cared for her! It had all been an elaborate ruse? And for what? Females must breed with Lucas.
Alexandra had mistaken the pleasure he forced from her to be motivated by concern that she enjoy the rut as much as he.
Obviously, she had been quite wrong. She was like any other breeder to fuck.
She fought back the tears that chilled the underside of her eyelids. Her dismay would be a secret she kept to herself. Alexandra was very unpopular amongst the other female breeding demons.
They hated her because her skin was richly dark, her ass plump and round, her eyes a never-before seen lavender, tits like ripe round fruit.
She was the one most often fucked by Lucas. Recently, he had fucked no one but her. It had caused fights.
Alexandra wore the marks of other females who wished to harm her for her coveted position with Lucas. A memory came of Lucas touching the healing wounds with a question in his eyes, the gaze darkening as he wondered at it. Alexandra's claimed clumsiness in response to the unspoken question in his searching gaze. She did not wish for more resentment and hatred directed at her.
Wouldn't they be thrilled to know he thought her a whore like the others?
Yet, how could Alexandra be a whore if she had only been with Lucas? How could she help but enjoy the things he did to her body, the things she felt as he did them? His cooling seed and tongue as he kissed her lips, as his tail and prick pierced the deep heat of her ass and pussy... no, he felt too good for her to deny the soft begging noises she made as Lucas took her.
She closed her eyes and utterly missed the attack when it came, so deep in thought was she about Lucas' scathing words.
A silken bag was thrown over her head and she kicked out, pinwheeling her arms.
They were caught by the Demon males who had been coveting her from a distance for some time. They'd waited for the opportunity to possess this Demon female who had so fully captured the attention of their leader.
They dragged her off, making haste to escape the underground lair as the males were very aware of the repercussions that might follow Alexandra's kidnap and forced breeding.
Alexandra could identify by scent the ones who had taken her and a fine trembling rage rose up. They were males who had treated her with deference. With respect.
That they would take her now could only mean one thing: Lucas had encouraged it.
To not want her? Fine, so be it. To encourage the Demon Warriors of their kind to perform a mass rape on a female that had only been with one male? Without the rite.... it was sacrilege.
Alexandra couldn't stop the tears that fell, tracking a pathway of ice as they rolled down her hot face.
Drops of ice melted as they hit the steaming ground of their underworld, yet some remained, like the bread crumbs left by Hansel and Gretel.
For her tears were not hot, but chilled, falling as ice and landing like frozen jewels.
*
Lucas
Lucas paced back and forth in his suite of underground rooms. His place of meeting the warriors lay adjacent to the chamber where he fucked the breeders.
Where he had just enjoyed the best fucking of his demonic existence.
With Alexandra.
His mind rejected the image of her lavender eyes looking at him with barely veiled betrayal as it rose inside the dark recesses of his skull.
He put his palms on either side of his head.
Lucas couldn't stand that he was having this degree of trouble. She was a female, for Master's sake!
Lucas could not believe what he was considering. It went against every rule, every law of Demon existence.
He wanted Alexandra. He wanted her so badly his cock and balls throbbed to the beat of his heart. Since his first deflowering of her virgin cunt he'd been hardly able to perform with other breed
ers. He was a disgrace as a leader. Lucas feared that his warriors had grown suspicious of the inordinate amount of time he spent fucking Alexandra.
Hell, he smiled at his internal use of the word, time he'd spent near her.
Lucas thought of the months' old punishment he'd given Brolach . How he'd forced Brolach to purge his own seed while he watched Lucas fuck the breeder.
Then the word had come to Lucas that Brolach had protected a half-breed demon.
With the ebony wings of an angel.
Brolach had been of angel descent. He'd cleverly hidden it for centuries from all, and because of his weakness for a breeder, had let the secret of his ancestry be told in a most undeniable way. A most... visual way.
A breeder.... that Brolach cared for. He'd revealed himself and put a bounty written in blood by the Master himself on his head. It had seemed beyond suicidal to Lucas when his Demon Warriors relayed the perfection of his protection of Ruby, the breeder that was both Mer and Demon.
It seemed not so much now.
Lucas stopped pacing, giving a steaming hiss at his weakness. But that mixed-blood would not quiet in his veins, it spurred him toward the female.
His great-grandsire had mated with a Demon female. It had been the cover-up of the greatest order. However, what could not be contained, that which manifested now, was that pesky Druid lineage.
No, Lucas was not vampire, but his great-grandmother had lain with a Druid vampire, his cock healing from the scalding even as he took her.
He had been killed for his trouble by a wandering troop of Mer. It seemed hardly fair that the one who'd killed the male Druid, had then bonded with that long ago ancestor when he healed her.
Thereby allowing the chill of bodily fluids that stood in testimony of that bit of Mer bonding while the Druid warrior lay dying, his seed having already taken root within the female breeder.
Later she would have Demon spawn.
Yet they would harbor the Druid vampire lineage, Demon as the outward shell, the guts of the male- Druid.
Always Druid.
