Damon: The A'rouk Brothers: A BBW Paranornal

by Serena Simpson

  He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard giving her little nips as his fingers played with the other one.

  “Damon.” She was rubbing her body against his encouraging him.

  He kissed down until he reached her stomach. His fingers swept over her belly making her hotter even as he laid his head on her.

  “Your softness drives me crazy.”

  His tongue flicked at her belly button bringing out a small laugh threaded with need. He kissed his way down until he was looking at her pussy.

  “I love how your so wet for me.” He licked the seam of her pussy making her squirm under his tongue.

  He came up and took her clit into his mouth sucking on it. Her hands went into his hair as she pulled his head closer to her. Her breath came out in pants as his fingers went to her clit closing around it. A moan tore out her throat as her hips pushed upward. His mouth closed over his pussy sucking it as her legs shook.

  “I love the way you touch me, love me.”

  His tongue pushed into her pussy lapping up the wetness the was flowing from her.

  “I love the way you taste.” He interested a finger pushing in deep before he began to fuck her with it.

  “More,” she cried out as she rode his finger.

  He inserted another one, smiling as he felt her trying to cling tightly to them as he moved them in and out.

  “I think you need something a bit thicker love and longer. Would you like that.”

  “Yes.” It was hissed between her teeth as she tried to pull him up by his shoulders.

  He gave her one of his laughs that were guttural and went straight to her pussy that was throbbing with need. She watched as he crawled up her body. His eyes were bright, and his smile was feral. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  She spread her legs wider as he settled between them. Her heart skipped a beat as the man she loved impaled her with his cock. He was right she needed something thicker and longer. Her hips came up to meet him as little sounds of pleasure left her lips.

  His emotions rolled over her swamping her as her emotions were blasted to him. Can he feel my pleasure?

  “I can feel you. Your pussy is wrapped so tight around me clinging as I pull out. Your heart is beating a fast tune, and your love is covering me. I can feel your heart screaming my name even as your legs start to shake and your body tenses because you know I’m about to hit your sweet spot right…now.”

  She screamed holding onto him as her body flew apart. Her words of pleasure came fast as she felt him still thrusting taking her higher.

  “I love you,” she screamed as she came again.

  His body shook as he came inside of her his thoughts and emotions laid bare before her.

  “I love you,” he said softly as she felt his cock kick inside of her.

  He rolled them over and held her, his hand stroking down her back as they both made the trip back to reality. His kiss was soft before they closed their eyes and went to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  He watched her sleeping. She was so trusting as she laid in his arms. His heart beat wild even as he tried to believe he was worth her trust and love. He stood and bent to pick her up. It was warm outside, but he wanted her in his bed. There was a need hounding him to do as many things as possible with her because their time was almost over.

  He gave a quick shake of his head denying what he already knew to be the truth. The Darkness was breathing down his neck, and there was nowhere he could run and no way he could hide her. Reckoning was coming whether he liked it or not. His mind reached out to touch his brothers, but they were silent. That was answer enough. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. He would not kill River, and he refused to stand by and watch Elandra kill her.

  His control room was large with several chairs and monitors. He smiled as he appeared inside of it. He checked his perimeter systems making them so sensitive they would detect a butterfly if one drifted this far up. Feeling better he willed himself back to the bedroom. With a quick thought, he dressed them both before he laid by her again. He wanted forever but feared he would only get today.

  Elandra’s voice in his ear woke him up.

  “Damon, that’s the problem with security systems. No matter how sensitive you make them when The Darkness owns your soul it can walk in like it was never there.”

  He was halfway out of bed.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

  He turned his head in the direction Elandra was looking to find River in the arms of two minions. One held a knife over her heart.

  “Come for me Damon; I dare you to.”

  He took a slow, measured breath as the color drained out of his eyes leaving them black. “If you harm her.”

  “I’m going to kill her not harm her, and I’m going to kill you. How long she lives is up to you. If you come at me the minions will thrust that knife through her heart, no questions asked. So, what will it be? Will she live for a while longer or does she die right now?”

  He shifted his eyes to look at his mate. She was steady to the point that she gave him a small smile. Whatever his choice she wouldn’t hold it against him, he could see it in her eyes. They both knew there would be no tomorrow. Inside he raged at the unfairness of life. Outside he stayed calm and stood bidding his time. Elandra was wrong this was war, and he refused to let his mate die so The Darkness could get some type of sick joy.

  “Good Created, I thought you would see it my way.” Elandra reached out to take him by the shoulder and the room faded from view.

  “Where are we?” They were in a room hovering above the floor. He looked down to see some type of insect, but he couldn’t identify what kind.

  “Does it really matter? I will tell you this, here you will find pain. Drop the female.”

  “No!”

  The minions dropped River into a sea of insects. The room was silent for a minute before the insect made noises and quickly moved toward her climbing her body before she began to scream.

  “She’s not as stoic as you. I love hearing her screams it sounds like the very best music. I wonder what your scream will sound like or will you take it in silence like the beating? Will you feel vindicated if you join the Army of Darkness having never made a sound? It won’t matter if you scream or not your soul still belongs to us.” He dropped him and disappeared.

  He hit the ground unable to move. Elandra had tied him down preventing him from reaching River. The insects stopped again, and those not on River came his way. The noise they were making bothered him until the first one climbed his leg. They were sounds of joy as the first one began to bite him, then he knew what they were.

  Once again, he was face to face with an insect he wished didn’t exist. It was spread about as a warning to travelers who grew an addiction for the dark space. There was an insect that lived on skin. It would devour the skin on your body while you were still alive and begging for death.

  “Love?”

  “I was trying to reach out to you, but I couldn’t.”

  “Elandra is able to block communication when he is around us.”

  “The insects are skinning me alive.”

  “It’s how they live. I’ve yet to see anything come out of the dark sector that is pretty.”

  “Will they kill us?”

  “No. That’s the worst part once done they will allow you to die a slow agonizing death. That won’t happen to us. Since you’re my mate, you will regenerate.”

  She gave a painful laugh. “I think I should have read the fine…” She screamed internally while tears streamed down her face.

  “Baby!” He began to scream as he understood what was happening to her. The insects had crawled underneath his clothes and were devouring the skin off his cock.

  “Let’s take a walk. His voice was weak, and his hold on her mind was even weaker. The needed to leave these bodies if only for a while. Too much pain it was tearing them apart.

  She followed him, sh
e would follow him anywhere. A smile crossed her face when they ended up on the beach. What was it about water that she loved so much?

  “I can feel the waves. There are times I think they’re a part of me. I hated the water and the fish when I was being held in that tank. Still, there were times I sank my hands or my feet into the water knowing that the sharks might drag me under any moment, and then it would be bye-bye me.”

  “Did they ever touch you?”

  “All the time. They would rub up against me, and I would withdraw from the water. One day I had enough. I remember shouting kill me, put me out of my misery. Have you ever had a shark look at you like you were crazy? For a moment, I thought they understood me. From that point on all they ever did was rub their bodies against mine. It was like we had a truce.”

  She turned and looked at the beach the white sand making her happy as her toes dug into it. It felt like home. No, it felt like it used to be home. Now her home was with Damon no matter where he went even if he died she would follow him.

  The water was dark reminding her of his eyes at that moment. He took her hand they approached the waves that were rolling onto the beach. They stopped knee deep into the water, it felt like heaven, and she wanted to immerse herself in it. One glance at him and they started walking again. They walked until they couldn’t touch the bottom and then they swam.

  She did spirals in the water enjoying how it flowed over her body. It rejuvenated her, gave her strength she didn’t know she was missing. She passed the strength along wanting her mate to be as strong as she was. When her head popped up out of the water she realized she could no longer see the shore.

  Panic should set in, but she felt safe until two sharks began to circle around them. She sank back into the water and watched them wondering if she would die from the insects devouring her skin or the sharks who might be able to devour the body of her mind. One bumped into her and then the other repeated the action of the first. Neither one tried to take a bit out of her or Damon.

  Not knowing what else to do she lifted a hand and petted them. They were cold and slimy, but she liked them. The sharks took off, but several dolphins found her.

  “What’s happening?”

  “This is your world.”

  It was? Then how come she didn’t remember it, and why didn’t it make any sense?

  “It has something to do with me being a daughter of the Earth. I remember coming to the beach and watching the men, women and children playing in the water. I would play with them at times. I was always drawn to those who loved the water as much as I did. They were like the fish they swam so well.” She smiled the joy she felt on her face.

  They swam out further. “How did you know to bring me here?”

  “I didn’t, you brought me here. Thank you for sharing a memory with me.” They began to dive downward as she felt a tug on her.

  “I don’t want to go back.” It was the last thing she said before she was pulled back into her body.

  Her eyes opened she wasn’t in the room with the insects anymore. She was hanging in a freezer. Her flesh was exposed, and the cold was walking over her. Cold air on exposed flesh. She shivered even though her body couldn’t respond.

  “Hello, River. You and I have never been officially introduced. You can call me Elandra, your killer, your torturer or how about the one who will end your suffering. I’m fine with either choice.”

  He smiled at her, and she spit at him. He punched her in the face before he hit her in the gut for fun.

  “I do plan on torturing you. I thought you might like to wait until Damon could witness it.”

  He walked around her body allowing his fingers to drift over her shoulders and back.

  “You’re regenerating nicely. You must love Damon. The bond between you looks sound. It doesn’t matter this time. You’re his soul did you know that? Maybe he told you. I’m not sure how that works, but I do know that when I kill you, it will release his soul. It will up for grabs like it was some prize and may the first person who retrieves it win. You’re ready. Bring her.”

  He walked out of the room as the minions took her down and dragged her behind him. Her newly formed skin was sensitive and came off as they dragged her.

  Her eyes flashed with joy when she saw Damon in the room. He was in a tank with some type of liquid around his legs. They took her and placed her on a hook hanging from the ceiling.

  “I wonder how much you love him? What would you do for him? Let’s test my theory.”

  He turned and walked over to Damon. “I hate you. When you become a minion stay away from me, or you will die on a daily basis. Set him on fire.”

  He pulled up a chair and watched Damon burn while River screamed.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  “He never screams do you think it’s because you’re here or does he just like pain? I think he likes pain. Maybe he gets off on it. Does he hurt you River? Do you like it?”

  Her voice was raw from screaming, but she wouldn’t scream again. If Damon could keep his grace under fire, she would do the same. She would represent her mate even as they died. Her body was swinging back, and forth on the hook, she was tied to. Her shoulders felt like they would pull away from her body but she didn’t care. If she could get down and reach Damon, then she could stop the fire.

  Elandra snapped his fingers, and the flames disappeared. “You know this isn’t his first time being burned. We burned him on Sylica.” His mouth curled up into a smile. “Good times.”

  “Every time he is exposed to the flame his desire to live should lessen. Soon he will want to die.”

  “Damon?” She could feel the interference keeping her from reaching him. “Hold on we’ll find a way out of here.”

  The only door maybe death but eventually everyone walked through it. He looked up at her even as his skin began to regenerate.

  “Damon, your mate won’t give me what I want so I’ve decided to see if I can take it.”

  He reached out and beat her. Damon’s eyes blazed with hatred and the need for retaliation.

  “Why, Damon you don’t like me touching her.” He snapped his fingers, and he burned again. “Which fire do you think is hotter mine or the fire of hell?”

  The fires stopped. Elandra stood in front of River with a knife.

  “The last time I had the mate of a Created in front of me, I played with her. Good times, but in the end, it was a bad decision. Why? Because if your breathing it seems Damon can make sure you live. I’m not looking for a repeat performance. That means you’ll only die once. Say goodbye to your mate.”

  He took the knife and stuck it in her back an inch deep and then he cut downward.

  “I still need to have some fun.” He repeated the process until blood was running out of her back and there was a cry of pain on her lips.

  I’m sorry. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She wished she could be like Damon and not scream, but the pain was taking over her body.

  He moved to the front of her and began cutting again until there wasn’t a part of her body that he hadn’t touched, then he stuck the knife deep into her heart. She died gurgling on her own blood.

  “Find his soul,” he snapped at the executioner that was standing in the shadows.

  He nodded and had him dragged out of the tank and chained. His eyes were blank as if he were no longer in his body. Elandra walked up to him hitting him in the face.

  “Talk Damon!” he snarled, but he didn’t even blink his eyes.

  The executioner raised his whip when Elandra moved back and gave him the go ahead. They whipped him until he was no longer able to stand on his feet, and then they whipped him again.

  “I’ve found his soul.” The executioner stood back. “I’ve found his soul.” His expression was dark and wary.

  Elandra walked around, but his soul was cast in a film, one that only The Darkness could unwrap.

  “Do you think you should bring it in?”

  The executioner remembered what happened t
he last time they were in this position, just like he remembered.

  “Can you expose her soul?”

  “It fled when the body died. It’s the nature of souls.”

  “Then we have no choice but to bring it here.” They both shuddered neither were fond of The Darkness. Elandra sent a minion. The Darkness would be furious he sent a minion to fetch it, but it wouldn’t matter if the soul was there, they would all feast tonight. If it wasn’t their Elandra would be the one burning.

  The Darkness walked into the room, the cloud that surrounded it moving too fast for anyone to focus on it. There was anger sparking over it. Elandra didn’t know what happened, but the minions would pay the price for it tonight.

  The Darkness stopped to look at River’s body. There was a kind of joy that sparked within it before it turned its attention to Damon.

  “Why is he not responding to my presence?” How could prey not respond to the presence of The Darkness?

  “Where is his soul? He will respond after it belongs to me.”

  Elandra led it around his body until he could see the film that concealed the soul from prying eyes.

  It lifted a hand and slowly unpeeled the film not wanting to hurt the soul that would soon belong to it. Once the layer came off there was nothing there. The Darkness screeched its displeasure. Both Elandra and the executioner stared at the space that should house his immortal soul to find it gone.

  The Darkness turned the film over to find ‘Fuck you’ written on it.

  “I will destroy him!” the room shook as the minions lowered to their knees and begged to be spared.

  “Kill him he is nothing but a worthless shell.”

  “I’m rather partial to that worthless shell.” Dante sauntered into the room through the open door.

  “I love what you’ve done with the place. It has the air of doom and gloom, classy.”

  “This is all your fault.”

  “You must be mistaken. My hands were tied, and I was not allowed to interfere. I would have never sanctioned Rivers death or allowed you to make my brother a vegetable.”