Perverse Demons

by Maialen Alonso

  “What an attractive girl.” He kneeled next to her, with his elbows on the bed, a few centimeters from Noelia, who was sleeping peacefully with a smile. “Makes me want to play a little.”

  His smile widened and he reached out placing his hand on her thick mane of hair making an almost imperceptible reddish colored light. In just seconds, the smile he had on his face transformed, Noelia’s expression tensed.

  “Oh shit.” He sat on the bed while placing a hand to his forehead.

  Noelia woke up unable to completely remember her dreams. She only perceived some memories and sensations. She only knew that the man from the market had been in her dream.

  She looked in the mirror, and saw flushed cheeks and still felt the warmth of her body, which began to disappear thanks to the cold morning. Instinctively she looked at her fingertips. She could still feel the soft skin of that man, and although she did not remember the dream clearly, she knew it wasn’t a normal restful sleep. What had happened in her dream was better forgotten as she was certain that it would haunt her throughout the day.

  As usual she was the first to arrive at the office and was surprised to see her boss already sitting at the table. With his arms crossed he stared at a piece of paper on the table.

  “Noelia.” He called as she passed in front of the room. “Come here a moment.”

  “Is something wrong?” She sat in the chair after he's indicated it with a gesture.

  “We need to talk.”

  That doesn’t sound good. Her heart began to pound with nervous energy as Arthur stared into her eyes intently.

  “I'm sorry, but the supervisor’s want to lay off people.” Noelia heard him as if he were a million miles away. Her worst fear had just become a reality. “I tried to protect you by hiding your record, but eventually I couldn’t do anything.”

  Arthur placed his head in his hands, and Noelia felt a stab of pain. She knew him since birth, as he was one of her father’s best friends. Now she understood why yesterday he had seemed a little older and worn down.

  “I promised myself that I would help in any way possible, but the firm isn’t doing well. This last quarter we lost some clients and...”

  “Don’t worry, Arthur.” Noelia rose showing her best smile. “You did a lot for me when Mom and Dad died and I have some money saved. I will endure until I can find another job.”

  “I’m really sorry.” His pain was so great that Noelia felt it in the depths of her heart. “I have written you a letter of recommendation and I managed to get you severance pay, it will help.

  She tried to cut short the conversation, because between her own feelings and Arthur’s, she wasn’t sure she could keep her composure. Also, she was beginning to feel itching and moisture in her eyes. She promised to keep him informed, and if she looked to be in a very bad situation, she would call immediately. She knew that both he and his wife adored her, but she couldn’t take advantage of his kindness, she was already an adult and had to learn to live by herself.

  Without wasting time she picked up a few things: a couple of photos and a cup. She left whistling with the intention of not meeting any of her coworkers, who would surely arrive any minute. She didn’t like goodbyes, and got along with everyone, it would be quite dramatic.

  “The day just gets better and better.” She said from between clenched teeth. At the exit she saw that it was raining with a sudden force that would jar her to the bone.

  Noelia made sure that the pictures were well protected inside her purse and left the shelter of the building only to feel the icy water. She walked quietly; surely people looked at her and thought she was crazy, because it was so wet, that water was falling from the tip of her fingers, dripping quickly.

  Meanwhile, she thought about the lie she’d told Arthur. Yes, she had a little money saved, but had been unable to save a lot. The house bills left her with zero spending money every month. Even with the severance pay and a bit of budgeting she could last about three months barely.

  Noelia was near her house when she stopped short. He was there again; she could see him, with that strange hair color and odd way of dressing. She remembered some of the dream, a name, Samael.

  She only saw his back from a good distance, but there was simply no way it could be someone else. Without thinking she walked towards him, into the dark alley, but a blow from behind made her lose some her vision causing an uncomfortable haze. With no time to react she felt a tug on the shoulder. Someone was trying to take her purse, which she clung to with all her strength. Her parent’s pictures were inside.

  She heard the thief shouting something, but was disoriented and had excruciating pain in her neck. She was sure she would faint any second. The thief kicked her in the ribs causing her to scream and fall on the cold wet asphalt.

  She tried to turn a little, with her cloudy vision she wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep, everything was like a dream. She saw red and heard a plea that raised the hair on his neck, everything happened as if she was in a dream.

  “Ah.” She pressed her fingers to the back of her head. “Blood?”

  She narrowed her tired eyes, she was bleeding, was it from the blow? Noelia tried to get up, but the sudden dizziness almost knocked the breath out of her and she looked around. She was in her own room, how did that happen? A sound on the other side of the door warned her there was someone else inside her house, which meant that someone saved her and brought her home, because her black purse was hanging off of her desk chair.

  Her address was on her I.D card. She leaned back dizzy.

  If he saved her then he wasn’t a dangerous person.

  The creaking door slowly opened attracting Noelia’s attention. She expected to see her rescuer and thank him.

  She watched a pale hand clutching the wood of the door, it had long, sharp nails and when she saw red hair begin to peek through the edge she gasped.

  “You.” She said.

  She noticed how this guy came in and stood before her with a raised eyebrow and with such a serious face that she was speechless. His eyes pierced her.

  “I'd like to know why you are able to see me.” He suddenly blurted out harshly. “And why your soul has no color.”

  She opened her mouth stunned, because she didn’t understand what he was talking about, but looked at him, being able to see him up front and in all his glory.

  His ears were slightly pointed sticking out of his straight hair. With his fire colored eyes and those little horns ... they no longer looked like a decoration.

  “What ... what are you?”

  “You should already know that, but I'll tell you anyway. I am a demon.” He clicked his tongue irritably. “I told you in the dream, don’t you remember?”

  She shook her head negatively with such force that she felt a little pinch on her neck. If she didn’t see him standing before her, she wouldn’t believe he was real, but his appearance was far from human.

  “How annoying.” He crossed his arms piercing her with his gaze. “I don’t like that people forget about me. Though I suppose that human dreams are different ... it's the first time that I have caused one in you.

  He turned away ignoring her and talked with himself. He began fiddling with the few things in the room. Noelia was in bed her expression doubtful. She couldn’t believe what was happening in her room.

  “You're a greedy human.” He spoke after a moment of awkward silence. “I've been all over your house and you don’t spend money on anything, but your greed is odd.

  Noelia would’ve liked to respond with. Why do you care? But wasn’t able to do so, because if he really was a devil, this meant he was ... evil?

  “You don’t spend because your situation is difficult. I haven’t seen something you bought on whim, which is rare for a woman.” He turned to stare at her.

  “What do you want from me?” She asked with concern, because in her mind a macabre scene of satanic sacrifice was unfolding.

  “You intrigue me.” He shrugged. “I unders
tand you’re afraid, but I won’t bleed you.” He laughed reading your expression of fear. “But there are some things I'd like to know about you.”

  “What?” She asked willing to satisfy his doubts. “I’ll tell you anything you what you want to know.”

  “Impossible.” He closed his eyes for a second walking toward her. “You cannot tell me the color of your soul. I see it in all humans, demons ... but not you.”

  Noelia had no idea what the hell the soul’s color meant, but assumed it had something to do with the essence of every being, and she was right in her suspicions.

  “The color of the soul tells me who a person actually is: if they are bad, if they enjoy suffering, if they cry for the pain of others ...”

  “I am just me.” Her comment puzzled him for a few seconds and then he burst into loud laughter.

  “That's evident, dear.” He let out a sigh as he raised one knee and dug into the mattress so that it sank with his weight.

  Noelia opened her eyes slowly, as she watched him move with the agility of a cat, unusual because his size was huge. Her body suddenly weakened and she lay down until her back hit the pillow. She didn’t blink as she looked at him so intently that it dried out her eyes, which were beginning to sting.

  He remained kneeling, bending his body to place both hands on the mattress. He was so close she could distinguish a strange smell emanating from him, or maybe his long hair that fell to his waist, which slid down his shoulders to fall on her. It was so soft that she had a sudden and uncontrollable urge to pet him. And she did when a lock of hair slipped over her hand. He smiled.

  “I want to see your color, your true self.” He repeated. “Everyone can lie about who they are, but the color does not change, our soul is our essence. There are no secrets from me.”

  It was so strange and exciting at the same time ... she felt drunk. His voice was so soft and velvety it seemed to rock her and mixing it with that exquisite scent, she felt almost ecstatic; at his mercy.

  She was not sure, but wanted to kiss him so her lips parted and her eyes fell on the mouth of Samael. She had never felt that desire that sped up her pulse.

  “I hope you feel greedy about me.” He muttered letting himself fall forward until Noelia felt the torturous touch of his lips on hers. “Because if the color of your soul turns out to be suitable...”

  She didn’t hear how he finished the sentence, or maybe she didn’t let him, she wasn’t sure. But it didn’t stop the momentum of her body, kissing him with the inexperience of a beginner. She surprised herself suddenly realizing what she had done, but she didn’t pull away from him even as she felt her cheeks blush.

  “That was good.” He smiled, backing away slowly without taking his eyes from hers. “I didn’t expect that.”

  With a reflexive action or act Noelia’s hand clung to one of the straps that crossed over his chest with great strength. Then a sudden wave of terror of being left alone flooded her and she let him see it in her crystal eyes.

  It was difficult to describe to herself how she felt. But he provoked a feeling of familiarity, of closeness ... that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had been so lonely these past years since the tragic death of her parents. That she hadn’t even noticed, she had simply accepted her situation and let each day pass between those four walls, which now only heard her voice.

  “I can’t see your color.” She suddenly heard the whisper that was hiding something. “But I can see your loneliness.”

  With both hands he grabbed her face touching their noses together. A sudden urge to cry overwhelmed her heart.

  Even if it is only for one night.

  If he would only stay for one night, or half the night...no matter, she just needed to feel loved and embraced by someone, if she had to give him everything then so be it. The next day she could die in peace if that was her destiny. But tonight she needed him.

  Noelia slightly raised her body and stretched out her arms winding them around his, a warm hug, she closed her eyes to enjoy the joy that flooded her while he reciprocated.

  He kissed her more savagely than before.

  A result of his power to see the essence of life, Samael was a demon sensitive to the feelings of those around him and what he saw in the human girl broke his heart causing unfamiliar feelings. He wanted to make her happy, make her smile and above all, make her his. He was sure that when he entered her he would see the color of her aura. He would know everything in her soul even that which she hid even from herself.

  In between whispers that she could not understand, he brushed her hair aside and buried his face in the crook of her neck inhaling the pure scent of her body. He ran his tongue over the clear and smooth skin causing Noelia to shiver and burn up in arousal. Her breathing was agitated at the touch of his hands coursing under her sleep shirt.

  He leaned back and watched her with curiosity and surprise, the white skin of her cheeks had turned a faint pink that was lovely and he waited to see if her eyes were the same way. However, her sweet and angelic expression suddenly changed to make way for a smile showing white teeth of which he could see her canines, a little longer than usual.

  He lowered his eyes in the direction away from her face and saw her small breasts swell and rise against through the gray fabric of her shirt, revealing that she didn’t sleep with underwear and showing that her body began to react. The embarrassment she had not felt until then, made her react, raising both arms to hide her chest, but a few seconds later he grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head. Leaving her bare and discovering her body.

  “Those sounds are very erotic.” He remarked as if that sentence was normal.

  Her gasps became louder as she felt him watching her, because she saw how he stared at those small breasts, which increased in size at a rapid pace.

  He changed his grasp on both wrists gripping them both with one hand and with the other hand free. He placed it on one of the swollen breasts that showed her erratic breathing. He ran his thumb over it in an almost fleeting caress that made her shiver and squirm under him gently with this new sensation she experienced in her body.

  When Samael saw that her small breasts had swelled as much as it could. He began rubbing it softly and then harder, causing soft her gasps to become mixed with almost imperceptible moans.

  He kept caressing her for a few seconds. The fabric bothered him so he lowered his hand clutching the shirt and slowly lifted it sliding it off to where his left hand was and making a quick knot. He left her tied to elegant bedposts between complaints of disgust.

  “It will only be until you get used to it, but it is certainly tempting to leave you like this.”

  The sudden chill her body felt seemed to focus on her nipples. Which hardened and became almost painful, bothersome and she didn’t know exactly what caused it. While he observed her quietly, watching her, devouring her with his eyes to such an extent that it caused something to slide between her thighs, which were pressed tightly together.

  “That will come soon enough.” He laughed feeling the movement of her hips. “But right now I want to play another game.”

  He slid his hand around her breast gently caressing her. While the other hand moved to the other side and imitated the movements. Noelia wished that he would grab them forcefully, but he didn’t. However, he squeezed her breasts pressing hard with his thumbs, pulling them and squeezing them. She forcibly closed her eyes concentrating to withhold the scream struggling to rise from her throat.

  She started to shake again when Samael sucked on one of her breast, following that with a love bite. His teeth were tight to but not so tight to cause pain.

  “Please.” The sudden pleasure was unbearable as he pinched the other breast, also lifting it towards his mouth.

  He savored both breasts as he squeezed them with both hands and enjoyed Noelia’s sighs. Thirsty he got rid of the blankets that were still covering her until they were far at the foot of the bed. And with almost no time to get used to what was hap
pening. She was left with only underwear that bothered her by their stickiness.

  He tortured her by gently lowering the garment with a finger and forcing her to open her legs a little, proud to see what he had caused. Desiring to taste the shiny liquid that appeared between her thighs, he stopped halfway. Watching his expression she could not understand what he looked on with such an entranced expression.

  “Sa...Samael.” She called out after a few seconds, beginning to panic. He seemed to be far away.

  “I can see.” He muttered. “I begin to see your beautiful color.”

  Noelia was surprised and didn’t quite understand what he saw, but relaxed when his expression changed returning to a mischievous smile.

  “I want to see more.”

  He put his arms under her knees and lifted them slightly opening her legs to plunge into the delicious delights awaited him. Immediately she arched her back as she called his name almost desperately. He was kissing her wildly, but not on the mouth, the lips he tasted now were those that she had never thought he would find provocative in such a way.

  “Ah ...”

  “Delicious. You’re color is increasing.”

  He pulled away before she reached the long awaited climax and began to remove his clothes slowly; allowing her to see him and increasing her desire and arousal.

  Feeling loved was definitely the best feeling in the world and her greedy self, wanted only to keep him forever. That caused a feeling of emptiness and concern that culminated in despair at the thought that in the morning, everything would be forgotten.

  Samael returned her gaze when he fell against her tickling her with his soft reddish hair that fell against her body almost covering her chest. He covered her with kisses trying to soothe those sad shining eyes. And he lifted up a hand to her wrists finally releasing them. She, looking for the soft touch of his back, clasped her hands around him in a tight embrace.

  He gave silent thanks for the chance to meet her. She had the color that he had sought for centuries. The color of a pure essence created especially for him, a perfect mixture of tenderness, sadness and loneliness that fit perfectly with the redness of his own soul.