Ashes of the Fae: (Leila Davis Book 1)

by Sophia LeRoux

  For a second, I worried what he would think about my bare, untoned leg, but he didn’t care a bit about the stretch marks or the wobble of my thigh as his hand fell under it to lift it higher, spreading my legs more and more until I stumbled back onto the couch.

  His wet kisses traveled farther up, biting playfully along the way and growing in haste the closer he got to my panties. The skirt of my dress was up around my stomach, bunched up in his fists. He rose up at my underwear, his expression questioning, as if asking for permission to continue. I rolled my hips forward, his mouth instantly enveloping the soaked, swollen lace atop my clit.

  I fought opening my eyes, my legs trembling something fierce as my feet hooked around his back. His tongue whirled around the bump, swirling and flicking until he began to suck, causing my hips to jerk. He learned how to please me, testing a method and finding the sweet spot as soon as I responded in kind. My body gave way to him quickly, and I found it impossible to contain my noises—every squeak, moan, and cry escaping until I came, kicking and squeezing at his shoulders until the flood subsided.

  But I wanted more.

  I lifted up, legs kicked aside as I pulled him down onto the couch to straddle his lap. Aside from his erratic breathing, he made little noise, at least until I thrust myself down onto him. Through a loud groan, he tugged on my legs, rolling himself into me in reply. I wanted to feel him inside me more than anything right now, but the urge to feel my naked body against his equally gnawed at me.

  But here he grew nervous, hands loosening their grip on me as I continued to undo his partially unbuttoned shirt. Halfway down he took hold of my hands, growing rigid, his worry returning to cloud his wantonness.

  “Leila, you don’t have to…”

  “I want to…please.”

  “But, Leila, it’s not what you thin-”

  “Don’t…okay?” Without thinking twice about it, I reached back to release my bra. As I tore it off, I hung it in front of his face before throwing it behind me. The weight of my breasts lurched me forward as they fell free and onto his chest.

  “See? Now it’s your turn.” I sighed with contentment.

  “Oh…o-okay.” Swallowing had grown harder for him, but he tried, his hands inching closer with a longing. “May I?”

  “Maddy!” I groaned in annoyance, rolling my eyes as I picked up his warm hands to place them on the naked mounds. “Stop asking. I said anything, remember?” His shirt was mostly undone now.

  “Forgive me…I’m just…very nervous.” Though he smiled, his hands were shaking. He was now unsure what to do with them as they laid there cupping me. I took the time to undo the rest of his shirt, lifting the suspender straps before lowering them.

  “And here I am getting your nice pants all wet…”

  “I don’t care…” His head shook weakly, eyes focused, thumbs encircling my nipples as he fondled them, causing my body to quake. All the while I felt the pulse of his erection beneath me.

  “Here…” Holding his hands against me, I stood up, guiding him. Sure enough there was a wet spot on his slacks where I’d been sitting. I parted his shirt as his breath caught, and he couldn’t help but look away as I revealed the tangled canvas.

  Some parts of him were pale and splotched, but puckered pink strands of melted skin splayed out, spreading like watercolors across the twisted, well-muscled torso. Further down, where several prominent abs stood out from the mess, the skin was completely unscathed, smooth even—and it traveled well beneath his pants.

  “You’re just…wow.”

  All I could do was run my hands all over him, unbothered, if not more aroused, skating my fingers along his chiseled chest and stomach as I tickled the unscarred spot as well. His belly caved as I brushed against it, tensing worse as I shot my hand down to caress his cock over the sullied pants. His hips jerked through a gasp, eyes wide. His hands now hung in fists beside him.

  The aching in my vagina had grown maddening, yearning for him so. Without words, I tugged his arm, leading him up the stairs as he quickly untied his shoes mid-hop past the front door. I massaged my breasts, tempting him up the stairs, his shirt gaping and pants fallen below his hips.

  When I reached the top of the staircase, his feet carried him faster. He pulled me into his embrace once he reached me. Again we kissed, hard and messy, all the way to my room at the end of the hall where I grabbed him and pushed him onto the bed.

  The ambient light of the hallway and that of the moon highlighted every curve as I bent over in front of him, lowering my dress and garters. He leaned back on the edge of the mattress, fixated on my every move. For a moment he ran a hand over his pants, squeezing himself and throwing his head back through a heated breath.

  “I want you inside of me, Maddy, I need it…”

  Once the last of my clothes hit the floor, I rushed to him, tearing off the rest of his shirt as I sucked on his lower lip. As I tugged his pants down, he pushed. His boxer briefs were left behind, but I quickly reached up to pull them down once his pants were off, a sizeable hard-on unleashing itself as I slid them down. Crawling back up, I took it in my hand, running my fingers up the shaft and to the pre-come-laden head, his body jolting and head jarring to the side.

  “Oh, God…you’re full of surprises.” I moaned fiendishly through a smile. He tried to return it, but he was overthrown by desire.

  It was dark, but I could feel myself blushing, my inner thighs beginning to slip with the wetness that had dripped down them. Knelt between his legs, I inched up with him, straddling his waist as soon as we stopped and I took a firm hold of his hardness. He braced himself on his elbows as I hung above him, lowering myself, the thick head beginning to part my lips. We both looked down in awe, savoring the moment—one we both wanted and needed so badly.

  “I’m worried…I’ll finish too soon,” he murmured, his body trembling, as was mine. The tip of his cock was hot and wet as it slowly began to slip inside, inch by inch.

  “As long as you come in me, I don’t care. Ohh!” I gasped, my pussy spreading as the thick girth stretched my walls, but the ache was incredible. I just hoped I could take it all.

  “I-in you?…mmm,” he stuttered, both of us moaning as he tried to steady my quivering legs. “E-easy!” he griped, squeezing my hips to ease my rushed entry.

  “In me. O-oh…ohhh…fuck!” I cried out as he shouted, his legs twitching behind me. I had slammed myself down on him hard, feeling the swell of his balls against my ass as my mouth hung open. His cock was so deep in me that the pressure alone drove me near the edge.

  Neither of us could move, both of us gyrating with every little clench of my vagina around him. His breathing was ragged through his teeth as I whimpered.

  As I started to ride him, slow as that was, his grip tightened—trying to stop me at first, but then guiding me. We built up an easy, shallow rhythm, but soon, my eagerness to come drove my pace further, and the want to feel him explode inside of me became too much to bear.

  “Fuck…you feel…so…good…” I breathed between thrusts, powerful surges of lust shooting through my chest as I rode him. My breasts bounced so heavily with each fall that I fucked him harder without trying. By now he had fallen onto his back, my hands pressed against his tight, caving stomach and his fingers clutching onto my waist as he tried to hinder my speed. The once juicy sounds now began to take on more of a smack as I rode him more vigorously.

  “Oh…Leila…s-s-slow…o-or I…” he grunted, his glowing eyes fixed on the ceiling as he tried to hold back.

  “I’m sorry…I…can’t,” I cried in apology, my skin running hot as I felt a deep vaginal release growing closer. It was the strangest feeling, seeing how I could never come before without touching myself.

  “L-Leila!” he begged, trying to slow me again, but I wouldn’t listen. Instead I fucked harder, rode faster, my shapely ass crashing against his thighs as the slap echoed all around us. No matter how winded I grew, my desire carried me, his grip on me like a vise.


  “Maddy…I think I’m—yes, I’m com-” I whined loudly, groaning before I screamed, feeling my pussy writhe with spasms as he took the lead, my whole body tensing. He drove my hips with ease as he pounded me through my orgasm, only extending it, soon moaning forcefully himself as his head dug back into the pillow. His hot load filled me with each thrust of his hips, and his fingers dug into my skin through the passion.

  I was covered in sweat, and my breath was shaky, shivering as I pried my nails from his abs, but continued to ride him. He was still hard after coming, but my legs had grown so weak that I could no longer move steadily, so I grew frustrated. His dick had grown more sensitive, his legs shifting with each glide up and down his shaft.

  “I don’t want to stop,” I complained, my tone annoyed, almost immature, fighting with my struggling body as my moves grew sloppy—and when I could no longer move, I began to whine.

  He caught on, coming up to wrap a powerful arm around me as he flipped us over. Hovering over me, his large biceps and shoulders flexed as he leaned down to kiss me a moment, softly and sweetly. My hands then ran amok all over him—covering his chest, his arms, and finally his face as I pulled him down onto me for a deeper kiss.

  There was no evidence he’d gone without sex for so long in the way he moved, no matter how shaky he was. His hips were slow and gentle this time. He was much kinder to me than I was to myself. This went on for a while, like the gradual, building waves of an ocean as he grew harder and harder inside me again, spreading me further.

  His end grew near. It was easy to tell now, because his body grew stiff, his once smooth movements turning unsteady. I pulled him as close as I could. Our chests pressed together, and one of my arms wound around his back, the other around his neck, while my legs curled around his.

  I rolled back against him, as I too wanted to come, realizing I already had since he got on top. I only knew because of how sensitive I was. I never wanted it to end.

  “Come in me…” I begged, burying my head in his neck. With his body’s reaction, I could tell he loved it when I said those words. They encouraged his speed, his hips driving harder into me again as we both built up to a quick finish.

  “Yes…yes…yeess!” I moaned loudly, quaking through another orgasm beneath him, feeling him fill me with his seed once again as he tried hard to keep from collapsing. His arms tried to give way. This time we grew still in a moment of repose, trying to catch our breaths and steady our shudders as we found each other in an unhurried, yet passionate, kiss.

  He traveled to my neck, kissing the tender napes and crevices before greeting me with a heated kiss, all while caressing my cheek. I tensed myself around him, both of us smiling as we gasped, our bodies jerking in sync. But as we began to kiss again, his lips suddenly stopped, eyes growing wide, and suddenly he grew uneasy.

  Sniff, sniff.

  His inhales were loud and abrupt, and I watched as he lifted from me to continue whiffing the air all around us. His head jerked left and then right, searching the room, his eyes now emanating a subtle glow. I too grew uneasy.

  “Maddy? What is it?”

  He slipped out of me through a shiver, rising to his knees with a finger pressed to his lips to quiet me as he peered out the window. He snatched his pants, slipping into them to open the door and check down the hallway before inching closer to the pane facing Jean’s house and gazing out into the night. I followed suit, grabbing his shirt off the end of the bed before slipping it on.

  “Something’s wrong,” he muttered.

  He was on high alert, but I heard nothing. Aside from sweat, sex, and body juices, I couldn’t smell much else either. I heard a quiet rustle, a common sound in this old house—from the attic, maybe?

  “It could just be a mouse,” I whispered, his orange orbs growing brighter and more vivid as he looked over to quiet me again with doubt in his eyes. An ear-splitting ring cut through the quiet, the phone startling us as I put a hand to my chest. “Jesus…”

  “Hello?”

  “Leila? You’re home? Is everything okay? I heard noises coming from your house. Sounded like someone was in trouble.”

  “Oh, hi, Jean. Yes, everything is fine.” I looked over at him smiling, trying not to laugh, but he wasn’t amused. “Um… I’ll be coming over to get Iris in a few. Is she doing alright?”

  “She’s doing wonderful, dear. She ate almost all of—what is it, sweetie?”

  I could hear Iris’ voice, though faint, babbling on about something in the background, her tone wavering with fear.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh, nothing, dear…Now, Iris, there’s nothing on your roof, silly girl. Your mommy will be here soon to pick you up. Kids say the funniest things, don’t they?”

  “The…roof?” I croaked, the rustle now turning into a quiet slew of thumps above us. It definitely wasn’t a mouse. Voice quivering, I looked over at Maddox, his sights already turned upward toward the ceiling as I whispered fearfully. “Maddy?”

  “Tell her to get Iris away from the window.” His voice was deep, and echoed, eyes on fire as his muscles began to swell. The stiff hairs on my neck shot sharp twinges down my back.

  “Jean, get her away from the window.”

  “What, dear?”

  Loud thuds on the roof moved closer to edge now, falling hurriedly and speeding up before stopping above the window.

  “Get Iris away from the window! Now!”

  Lights in the hall flickered. The phone cut out as the room fell eerily silent, like the sound was sucked from the world around us, caught in a vacuum. Time slowed just as it did the night she went missing, and a rancid smell offended my senses as the heat of my breath leapt through a sudden freeze.

  “Leila…get back!” he roared as the glass exploded into a hurricane of glimmering shards. A thick, black mist spewed through the gaping hole, manifesting itself into a monstrous shape. The broken pieces behind it absorbed back into the pane until the window reappeared, unbroken, like time had reversed for the glass alone.

  Before us stood a grotesque, abysmal creature; wheezing and angry. Its body was huge and a rotted blue steel color, with stringy grey hair that had long since matted. It was covered in a dark, steaming mud that dripped from head to toe, the thick substance disappearing into smoke as it met the ground. Its limbs were crooked and lanky, fingers long and bent with nails sharp as knives. An unnatural spine curved its back in a hunch, the outline of its ribs protruding through its leathery skin—and the stench, God, the stench.

  As it focused its attention on him, I tried to scoot off the back of the bed, unable to move with any sort of haste. Whatever blurred aura it was giving off seemed to impede everything I tried to do. Every movement was slower, every sound muffled. I could see Maddy now, muscles engorged and features distended as his eyes seethed with a blaze. In my moving, I knocked the phone off the bed, arousing its attention. Those sharp cricks clenched my stomach as its head turned.

  Riddled with fear, I tried to scream, though no sound escaped me. The air from my lungs released through the silent cry. In an instant, it spun to attack me, a slashing claw high in the air above it before I saw a set of huge strong arms—littered with glowing blue and orange veins—wrap around its body. It fell with Maddy to the floor in a struggle.

  Maddy’s nails dug into the creature’s chest, tearing tar-flooded rifts into its old, mottled flesh. Its face, like a lipless old woman, turned into a hellish scowl as it tried to shake him off—the deep hollows of its cheeks stretching as it wailed. Decaying teeth parted to unleash a foul blackened tongue.

  I covered my ears against the menacing sounds that suddenly pierced the veil, her fierce shrieks and Maddy’s bellowing roars making them ache something terrible. She reached a claw behind her, a dark stream of blood shooting from Maddy’s shoulder as his head shot back in agony. The blood suspended in the air as she clawed at him, slowly sailing its way to the ground before splattering on the floor.

  He then unleashed a hellish fury, ri
pping at her neck with his teeth like a wild animal whose jaws were set on destroying their prey. I’d never seen him so brutish. Their violent dance swung them all over the floor, the Hag trying to release herself from his clutches. Her scrawny arms carried an immense strength, finally bursting from his grasp as she threw him off.

  Maddy skidded across the oak planks, his nails leaving splintered trails of wood in their wake as he tried to stop his slide. But before he could attack, the Hag lunged at him, striking his chest. Unfazed, he barreled her back to the floor, blackish blood oozing from his wounds as he straddled the vile beast, now swinging wildly at her. Once again, he slashed whatever he could as she squalled.

  She kicked beneath him, her body lashing violently as he tried to ward off her advances. For a time, she seemed to grow weaker, but in all his rage, his swings began to slow. His chest grew burdened with heavy breaths as he paused a moment to look up at me. Lips quivering and tears in my eyes, I stared hard back at him—terrified for him.

  In the seconds he froze, I watched his face turn from worry to anguish. His body went rigid as blood spilled through his lips. The Hag had driven her piercing claws into his stomach, horrid squelching sounds resonating through the silent walls that surrounded us. I could feel the weight of grief as it began to strangle me, my sobs unleashing as soon as I saw the fire in his eyes begin to flicker. And all I could do in my helplessness was call out his name.

  “Madd—” my voice faded in and out through distant echoes, his body growing still as the Hag chittered in approval. “Maddy?” I cried again, trying as hard as I could to inch my way closer to him, his eyes dead set on me—something building within them. Then suddenly the veil that shrouded us died. “Maddy!” I screamed.

  All of a sudden he burst into flames, devoured by an inferno so hot I had to back away, shielding my eyes. He moved with a newfound strength, the once confident creature growing still as she watched a blue fire swirl angrily around his fists. She howled at the sight, as if fearful, trying to claw her way out from under him as a smoke began to rise where he sat, burning her. His fingers spread out, the fire churning faster, growing louder, as she looked up at him and opened her mouth to screech.