by Kane Jewell Ruse McCall Anthony McKay Sax Slayer Michael Burke Logan
She spread two branches apart to better look at him. His eyes were hard, and his jaw was jutted, but a tick of uncontrolled emotion pulsed in his cheek. “What?”
“Run!” He leaped at her.
She ran, fleeing to the safety of her bedroom, and slammed the door behind her.
He didn’t bother opening the door. In full demon form, he broke through the wood, the boards cracking and splintering into a million pieces. God, he was an animal. Prism jumped over the bed, the robe flapping around her, her legs trembling, and her pussy wet.
A big hand wrapped around her left ankle, hauling her back. She kicked at him with her free foot, and he chuckled. “I have you,” he announced triumphantly, his voice inhumanly deep. “You’re mine.”
She’d always been his, since the first moment she saw him. She kicked him in the shoulder, the smack of flesh against flesh obscenely loud, and he laughed again, shredding her robe, her favorite robe, with his claws until there was nothing left of it except slivers of fabric.
She glared up at him. He grinned down at her, his horns scraping against her ceiling, causing plaster to rain down upon them like the finest snowflakes. “I caught you.” He flipped her over easily, and she bounced face-first on the king-sized mattress, her breasts connecting with soft cotton. “And now I’m going to force you to take my long, thick demon cock up your ass.” He placed his arm around her waist and drew her hips toward him, his massive cockhead sliding between her ass cheeks.
“Too… large.” She huffed, terrified and aroused at the same time. He’d rip her in two.
“Much too large.” But he pressed into her asshole anyway, pushing on her until she squeaked. She clutched the duvet, her knuckles white, her puckered skin covered by his silky smooth crown.
“Ahhh…” He bellowed his satisfaction as he shot hot cum up her ass, saturating every nook and crevice of her body until she overflowed with his seed.
“Otho.” She writhed and twisted, pinned to the bed with his huge cock. “Your slave needs…” He had come, leaving her burning with unfulfilled desire, her ass twitching with need.
He nipped at her earlobe. “My slave needs to take my cock up her ass.” His voice rose an octave as he shifted to human form. “I’m not done with you yet, fairy.” His smaller, more manageable cockhead pushed past her entrance, her channel slick with his cum.
“Fuck.” He tugged at her hair, using her ponytail as a rope, forcing her head back as he eased into her, stuffing her ass with cock. “You feel good, Prism.” He licked her exposed neck, his tongue wet and rough.
“So good.” Prism arched, offering up more skin for him to abuse. She’d wanted him like this for ages, forever, dominating her, controlling her, being the big, bad demon she secretly yearned for him to be.
“So mine.” He pulled her to him as he thrust forward, driving himself so deep inside of her that she felt him all over. “I’ve caught you.” His hips smacked against her ass, her flesh stinging with his abuse. “And you have no choice but to enjoy this.” He bent over her, laying his chest on her spine, and he dragged his teeth across her shoulder. She shivered, tingling down to her toes. “No choice.”
She envisioned those teeth over her clit. “Yes.” She squeezed her ass cheeks.
“Be still.” While maintaining his punishing rhythm, he gave her right ass cheek a playful swat with his big hand. She jerked in surprise and then tilted her hips upward, varying his angle of entry, silently begging for more. He chuckled. “You liked that, didn’t you, my little slave?” He slapped her other cheek and made a circle with his hips, grinding his body against the burn.
“Yes, oh, yes.” Prism moaned, the pain shooting straight to her pussy. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her climax, but it was too much. Otho continued to move, his cock relentlessly ravaging her ass. “Otho?” she pleaded, asking his permission, the notion as natural as breathing. He was her captor, her lover, her demon.
“Come for me, Prism.” Otho poured the words into her ear, his hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on her neck. He pulled out to his tip and slammed into her, rocking her forward.
Prism’s world exploded with the brightness of a million Christmas lights, and she pushed back on him. Her ass flooded with heat, his roar of satisfaction ringing in her ears, her own lung-aching scream muffled by a feather down pillow. They were one, fairy and demon, prey and hunter, captive and captor.
Otho sagged against her, and Prism collapsed underneath him, covered by his heat, his cock remaining in her ass. “You belong to me, Prism. If you run from me again, I will catch you.” His lips moved against her skin. “And I will force you to please me.”
“I understand.” Prism smiled into the duvet.
Chapter Three
“New shoes?” Otho crouched to tie his fairy’s laces, placing his face level with her blue private hairs, the scent of her arousal tickling his nostrils.
“The ones I wore yesterday are scuffed.” Prism wrinkled up her cute little nose in distaste. “I couldn’t wear something so… so dirty.”
“This pair will get dirty too.” Otho grinned. “As will these.” He kissed the inside of her knees as he straightened, his lips sliding along her silky skin. “When I catch you. You’ll be sucking my cock for Christmas, fairy.”
“Only if you catch me.” She backed away, twisting and stretching, her body toned and tight. “I’m fast.”
“Not fast enough.” Opening the door, he inhaled sharply, the cold, crisp air stinging his lungs. “I’ll give you a five-minute head start.”
“You’ll never catch me then.” Prism dashed past him, brushing her hand across his hipbone as she moved.
With the contact, his cock jumped to attention, and he had no choice but to immediately follow her. He was also naked but in demon form, and he easily trailed her, his strides shortened to match hers.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and scowled. “You… said… five… minutes.” Prism huffed, her crisp blue eyes snapping with anger.
“I’m a demon, fairy.” His grin spread, a happiness he’d never before experienced bubbling up from within him. “Demons aren’t known for their honesty.” He’d “force” her to drain his cock dry, a punishment she’d decided upon this morning, her sleepy secret confession whispered into the cotton sheets.
“Not… known… for speed either.” She sprinted ahead, and Otho allowed the increased distance between them, admiring the play of sunlight over her ass muscles. She was so fuckin’ hot, and he was the only one who knew about this streaking kink of hers.
He was the only one who ever would. His heartbeat sped up as she ducked into a side street, trying to lose him. He’d protect --
A scream rent the air, the terror and pain it contained freezing his false sense of confidence. It was Prism. He knew it. He knew her. Otho rushed toward the sound, rage coloring his vision a blood red, his feet skidding on the ice.
A menacing black presence had Prism pinned to a brick wall, his razor-sharp claws embedded in her paper-thin fairy wings. She kicked and punched as the ancient demon chanted killing words.
“No!” Otho roared, flinging his body at Prism’s attacker, his claws extending, his tail whipping around him.
“My fairy, youngster.” The ancient held out one black palm and released a fireball propelled by pure evil. Prism screamed as Otho was flung back, his shoulders slamming against a building, the impact denting the siding.
Otho saw double, two ancients, two naked blue fairies. “No, she’s mine.” He shook his head, trying to clear it. A sticky liquid dripped down his forehead. He smelled blood, his blood.
“There are other fairies.” The killer’s face was matte black, with even his eyes devoid of color, and looking at his presence was like staring into a bottomless abyss. “Fight me for this one, and you die.”
That was the truth. He couldn’t defeat an ancient, not alone. But if the only choice was death or a life without Prism, Otho would choose death.
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�t any other fairies. Not like her.” Otho coiled his muscles to spring once more. As he leaped, the ancient extended the same deadly hand, another fireball balanced on his fingertips, and Otho braced himself for more pain.
The pain didn’t come. Prism landed a solid kick to the ancient’s groin, and the fairy-killer doubled up with an animalistic moan, releasing the fireball early. It soared into the sky, exploding like Fourth of July fireworks over their heads.
Otho barreled into the black demon, and they rolled in a flurry of razor-tipped tails and extended claws. He punched and kicked and bit blindly, inflicting any damage he could, ignoring the pain searing across his chest and right thigh. He would protect his fairy. He would be triumphant. He head-butted the ancient, the agony of that maneuver carving through his forehead like the blade of a red hot axe.
When they broke apart, Otho was battered and bleeding, but Prism was free, slumped on the concrete, and he stood between her and the ancient. Fuck, yeah. Otho tried to smile. All he managed was a grimace.
“You’re not looking so good, youngster.” The ancient hovered, his black feet an inch above the white snow, his wounds fully closed, his advanced age speeding the healing process. “Is she worth dying for?”
“No, Otho,” Prism pleaded.
“Yes, she is.” His wounds continued to gape open, blood pooling around his clawed feet, his energy draining with each spilled drop.
“No.” Small fingers curled around his arm. “I love you, Otho, so don’t, just don’t.”
She loved him, his fairy loved him, and fuck, her skin was cool. Otho leaned back into her softness for five fervent heartbeats, inhaling her berry scent, savoring their connection.
“Come to me, and I’ll spare his life, fairy.” The ancient beckoned, crooking his long, black fingers.
“You give me your word?” Prism stepped toward him, her chin held high. She was fuckin’ naive. She needed his protection, not only over Christmas but for 365 days a year.
“He’s a demon, Prism.” Otho pulled her back behind him. “His word is worth nothing, while your life, your love is worth everything to me.”
Otho surged forward, gritting his teeth against the pain, resolve straightening his spine. He spread his claws, reaching for the demon’s throat. The ancient smiled, a scary-assed expression, and his black cloak swirled.
Prism screamed. Glass shattered. She continued screaming as Otho and the ancient fought. Pain permeated his entire body until he was numb, his form jarred by blows he no longer felt. Darkness threatened to descend upon him. He held it back by pure willpower.
The ancient rippled his claws, and Otho met his endless gaze, seeing his death reflected in the ebony orbs. “Prism.” He breathed her name one last time and…
There was a flash of blinding light, and he was flung into the air, skidding along the street as he landed, stones embedding under his torn skin.
“Fuck. He’s gone. Again,” a deep voice rumbled.
Two figures loomed over him, backlit by brightness; one figure was massive, sporting huge horns, and the other was small with breasts. The screaming stopped. Sneakers squeaked on pavement. The scent of berries enveloped him like a blanket.
“Prism.”
Otho’s world dimmed, and when the darkness fell, so did he.
“Otho.” Prism flew to his side, trying to catch him as he fell, but her demon was large and she was small, and he trapped her under his big body. “Otho.” She wiggled free to cradle his horned head. His skin burned, and he was sticky with blood. “Don’t die. Please don’t die,” she whispered against his mouth, needing the reassurance of his breath upon her lips.
“He won’t die,” a feminine voice informed her.
“Though when he revives, he’ll think he’s gone to heaven,” a louder voice added. “Oomph. What did you do that for, Kayla? She’s the naked one.”
She was sitting in the middle of the street with no clothes on, but for once in her life, Prism didn’t care who saw her or what anyone else thought. She caressed Otho’s handsome face, tracing his cheekbones, his mouth. Her beloved demon was hurt.
“Grab that flag, Max. The demon must have stripped her.”
“The demon didn’t strip any of his other victims,” the male grumbled.
Their banter eased some of Prism’s fears. She pressed her lips to Otho’s. They wouldn’t be worried about her nudity if her demon were dying.
Cool polyester was draped over Prism. “He’ll live, fairy.” Warm fingers squeezed her shoulder. “Your love will keep him alive.”
Chapter Four
“Prism!” Otho’s bellow rattled the windowpanes, and she raised her head from where she had rested it, on his perspiration-soaked chest, with her ear pressed against his pounding heart. Finally, after over an hour of heart-twisting silence, her demon was awake.
“Hush. I’m here.” She knelt beside him on the mattress, looking down on his handsome face. A deep cut sliced the thick black eyebrow over his right eye, and his square chin was bruised and swollen. “Don’t move.” She ghosted her fingertips along his cheekbone, wishing to touch him yet not wanting to cause him more pain.
“I can’t move.” Otho opened his eyes. They were thankfully clear and lucid, free of the fever she feared. “I’m chained.” He lay on the bed, chained spread-eagle to the bedposts, the gashes on his demon form slowly healing.
“You’re chained so you don’t shift.” She ran her palms over his bulging biceps. He was so strong and muscular, and she couldn’t stop touching him. “You have to heal, Otho. You almost died.”
“Almost?” His eyes fixed on her, questions in their red depths.
“Almost,” she whispered, unable to say more, the events of the day too real, too raw. They stared at each other. Prism was emotionally exhausted and unable to conceal her fear and longing and love. He had risked death to protect her. She reached up to smooth his tousled black hair. She loved him so much.
Otho’s gaze dropped to her breasts, and he licked his lips. “You’re naked.” His voice was husky.
She forced a laugh to hide her feelings. “I figure there’s no sense wearing clothes, as half of the city saw me naked.”
He smiled his lopsided smile, and her stomach flipped. “What did you think would happen with all that screaming?” Otho’s chuckle shook the entire bed. “God, I never knew such a small thing could make such a big noise.”
Her cheeks heated. “I had to do something.” She couldn’t let the ancient kill the demon she loved.
“That was something.” His words were quiet. “Prism?” She looked up. His eyes burned bright red. “I need to catch you now.” He yanked at his restraints, the posts swaying. “Desperately.”
“You’re not catching anyone.” Prism clucked her tongue, and she glanced down his big form. He was in a bad way, his massive cock hard and erect, jutting out from his body, and his balls blue, hugging his base, but he was too weak to fuck her, and she didn’t want him shifting to human form, not until he was completely healed.
“Prism,” he warned. His face was set with determination.
“Because I’ve caught you.” Decided, she sucked back her inhibitions and brazenly swung one leg over his thick torso, her wet pussy lips connecting with hot demon flesh.
Placing her palms on his shoulders, she leaned forward and dragged the tight tips of her sensitive nipples over his skin. “You’re my slave now,” she whispered against his lips.
“Yes,” he voiced his agreement, his smoldering gaze fixed on her face.
“Mine.” She extended her tongue and oh-so-slowly traced the outline of his mouth. He remained perfectly still, his body stretching tight like the strings of a violin under her, and she dipped between his parted lips, tasting his fire, sliding along his tongue.
He groaned, a rumble rolling up from his chest, before his mouth closed over hers, claiming her. She didn’t pull away. Instead she sank deeper into him, relaxing against his chest, her hands cupping his face, holding him.
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bsp; As they kissed, their mouths joined, their tongues twining, Prism wiggled her ass, grinding her mons into his stomach, branding him with her heat, her wetness, and her scent. He broke their embrace to press kisses over her cheeks, down her neck, and she arched, bringing her breasts to his straining lips.
“Yes.” She gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his lips pulling and tugging on her skin, his tongue flicking the tender tip. “Devour me, Otho.” She pushed her curves toward him.
“I’m your slave,” he murmured against her flesh. “You can force me to do wicked, naughty things to you.”
“Like what?” Prism rubbed against him and pulled her tit from his grasp, only to shove its twin into his mouth. “What wicked things will I force you to do?”
He suckled on her breast until her nipple was elongated and her entire body ached with need. “You’ll sit on my face and grind your pussy against my lips, forcing me to stick my tongue up your tight hole and drink you dry.”
“Oh.” Heat rushed down her thighs. “That is naughty.” She scurried up his body. “I might hurt you.”
“Never.” He grinned. “Give me that juicy cunt, fairy.” He stuck out his long tongue.
Her legs quivered as she lowered on top of him. It felt so strange. He licked her folds, and Prism moaned, forgetting the awkwardness of her position as she settled on top of him, his mouth moving over her pussy, his tongue stroking in and out of her like a small, flexible cock.
“Otho.” She panted, reaching out with her hands to hold onto his horns. Upon contact, he jerked, his nose bumping against her clit. “Kayla mentioned you might like that, and you do, don’t you?” Prism rubbed her palms up and down, caressing the thin skin stretched tightly over bone. She’d been told that a demon’s horns were as responsive as his cock.
She rode his face, rocking into his hot tongue and nibbling lips, stroking his big horns, his cock bobbing to the same rhythm behind her. It was naughty, so very bad, yet it felt too good to stop.
