Perverse Demons

by Maialen Alonso

  Noelia saw the glow of his sweaty skin, she wasn’t an expert on the subject, but she knew he had been holding back and the heat he gave off was intoxicating. She felt him enter the depths of her body, saw him close his eyes tightly in enjoyment, stopping with the hope that her small human body would get used to him.

  She moved a little without even thinking about it. Her body made the decisions without needing an order. Fitting perfectly with him and allowing him easy access.

  When he felt she was lubricated enough with her own juices he began speed up his slow exit and entrance of her body. He opened his eyes with difficulty, because he didn’t want to miss returning the gaze, of her half-opened eyes.

  Both their moans intertwined creating a delicious melody and in unison they expressed with their voices what they were experiencing, which was joining themselves in body and soul.

  She felt her body tighten around him, holding him, but was beginning to feel a wonderful feeling that she didn’t recognize inside her body. Soft spasms filled her, dancing through her body. Finally she cried out and he sighed hiding a groan.

  “Samael.” She whispered when he fell on her, burying his head back on the crook of her delicate neck.

  Noelia was so tired she didn’t think she was strong enough to move her body. Likely dreams would carry her far away due to her sleepiness even though she fought off sleep like an Amazon, terrified of waking up alone. That disproportionate fear came true when she saw the ceiling illuminated with light of dawn. Her body was hot wrapped up in the blankets.

  Was it a dream? Scotland. She closed her eyes tightly and tears slipped out. She had barely known him and yet she missed him like her other half. She sobbed uncontrollably as her greed for him grew to the point of tearing her up inside.

  When she calmed down after crying uncontrollably for half an hour, she stood up and walked blearily into the living room, toward the door, it was the time for the mail to arrive. Surely the postman would feel uncomfortable seeing her red swollen eyes.

  “What?”

  Her jaw fell open as she frowned. It wasn’t the postman, but a man with short and blunt red hair, who leaned against the doorframe.

  “Samael?” Her voice broke and her heart quivered.

  “Were you waiting for someone else?” He clicked his tongue in annoyance while he entered without an invitation. “I’ll let you live for a while among the mortals.” He told her without turning to see her. “I’ll stay to make sure no one steals your heart away from me. You have infected me with your greed.”

  “I...” She was in such a confused state that she didn’t know what to say.

  “Were you crying for me?” He turned towards her with a smile full of affection. “I will stay forever with you. The color of your soul matches with mine. But I can’t stay here for a long time, so in a couple of years, I’ll take you to hell with me.”

  Noelia took a few steps toward him and then suddenly ran towards him jumping into his arms. In heaven and hell all beings would already know that she would follow him anywhere and even give him her soul in order to stay with him for eternity.

  It was true that she was greedy without cure. She wanted to tie him forever to her and never let anyone else touch him, but her. Although, the feeling was mutual.

  5. Intriguing Arrogance

  The packed hallways of the school bustled with students thanks to it being the end of the week and the game that was scheduled. Marvelous for some, crippling for others.

  Among the people a dark head stood out, with disheveled hair and a brisk walk, looking at everyone with green eyes.

  He’d never fit in so he didn’t understand everyone’s excitement for a simple game or for a party where everyone would end up drunk. He liked living a simple life, which was monotonous on occasion. But overall, he liked being true to himself, and not carried away by juvenile fashion or trends.

  He enjoyed reading books not car magazines. Going to a café to drink foreign coffee and not the restaurants currently in fashion filled with red varsity jackets, belonging to jocks and girls wearing tiny miniskirts, which left nothing to the imagination, miniskirts that looked more like a wide belt.

  “Hey, nerd!” Someone yelled at his back. “Have fun doing puzzles with your grandmother this weekend.”

  “I’m astounded that your intellectual level allows you to make a sarcastic comment.” He responded while looking at the guy sideways with a raised eyebrow.

  “Damn, Bastard! One day I’m going to teach you to close that big mouth of yours.” The boy threatened then he noticed a professor standing nearby.

  He didn’t respond, instead Salem limited himself to show only his disinterest by throwing him the finger. He couldn’t care about his opinion in the least. Salem had heard the same thing for the last few years and he couldn’t concern himself with the jocks threats any longer.

  “One day you are going to get into a serious problem.” He didn’t have to look to know who spoke.

  “Then I will do whatever I can to get out of it.”

  “I’m serious, every day I hear that soccer jock say that he will destroy you.” Chen stepped in front of Salem. “Even knowing this you don’t care.”

  “That’s life.” Salem made a gesture full of disdain. “Whatever happens. Happens.”

  “You’ll provoke it. You spend all day annoying him.”

  Salem stopped, crossed his arms and stared at his friend. Chen was a good friend. A really good friend. He was one of the few people in the school that he enjoyed talking to. Surely, this was due to his Asian culture. He had been raised differently.

  “I am not going to let him walk all over me. I’m not a doormat.” Salem said.

  “That will end up costing you.”

  “Oh, well.”

  Chen was surprised for a few seconds then started laughing. He realized that Salem was completely different than himself. Anytime someone started something with him Chen would withdraw into himself like a scared animal. The worst part was that Salem knew perfectly well what his arrogance would provoke.

  The dark streets were filled with people. Some of which were still celebrating for a few hours later after the game, while other people were making their way home after enjoying the game. Salem walked home after the library closed.

  He felt a shove on his chest followed by a punch on his back. He lifted his eyes to find James and two of his so called bodyguards laughing.

  “What were you saying about my intellectual level, rat?” Mumbled the large teenager with brown hair.

  “That I’m surprised you’re smart enough to make sarcastic comments.”

  His response angered the star soccer player to the point that his face tensed and he tightened his hold on the jersey material Salem was wearing to the point that he almost lifted him off the ground.

  “You think you’re superior to everyone.” James murmured. “You’re like a kick to the balls.”

  “I think you’re mistaking our roles.” Salem arched an eyebrow bothered by what he had just heard. “I don’t bother anyone. I simply defend myself.”

  James pulled him slightly towards himself before thrusting him hard against the wall. Salem groaned when the pain ran all along his back causing a spasm and raised a hand to grip the soccer player’s wrist.

  James laughingly let him go while making a rude comment that Salem ignored. Then quickly threw a punch that made Salem stumble. He tasted the metallic taste of blood when it mixed with his saliva and spit instinctively. James didn’t wait, but gave him another furious punch, since Salem still looked at him with contempt.

  “I’m going to beat that look off your face.”

  Salem didn’t complain or defend himself. He knew that if he attacked, James’s friends would also hit him and he would end up worse.

  “I think that’s enough.” A sweet voice interrupted the fight.

  When James let him go Salem fell to the ground looking for the melodious voice. At the end of the alley stood a girl that seemed to
be the same age, but he’d never seen her before. She had short, wavy, blond hair and wore a dark colored dress with what appeared to be small daggers. She was so beautiful that Salem thought she was an angel or perhaps that was due to the punches he’d just received.

  “Don’t interfere with men’s business, doll.” James laughed straightening. It was evident that he wanted to get her attention.

  “Doll?” She walked towards them then stopped three meters away. “I could beat all off you up with my eyes closed.”

  They started laughing uncontrollably while she looked at them. James stopped laughing suddenly. It was the same way that Salem looked at him.

  “I think you need a lesson.”

  James took a few steps towards her. She didn’t move as he came towards her, but James was stopped when Salem moved and jumped on James holding him. He didn’t mind if they hit him, but he wouldn’t allow them to lay a hand on the girl who tried to help him.

  “Don’t be a hero, nerd.” James jabbed him in the side with his elbow and Salem cried out.

  Salem fell to his knees without letting him go. His vison was getting blurry and pain and exhaustion filled his body, but his hands refused to let go of the red varsity jacket that James always wore.

  A shove knocked him to the cold ground where he heard moans, but he was so disoriented that it was like being half asleep.

  “What an interesting human.” The girl squatted next to Salem who had become unconscious. “You’re sweet.”

  In the alley there remained three bodies on the ground, moaning from pain, when a vaporous light began to disappear.

  Salem’s eyes felt like his eyelids weighed a ton. He tried to open his eyes, but with the exhaustion and the wonderful smells intoxicating him, he found it difficult to open his eyes. He was so comfortable he couldn’t feel the pain. In fact, it seemed like he was floating.

  “It looks like you’re awake.” He knew it was the blond girl’s voice in an instant.

  Hearing her voice was the push that he needed to open his eyes, only to see her looking at him with a large smile on her face, from a distance of mere centimeters.

  Salem managed to sit up and place a hand on his head; he grimaced at the pain that flooded his body within seconds. When he opened his eyes again he noticed there were bandages over his semi-nude body. His dark skin shined against the brightness of the fire. He looked around frowning and found the room was strange and antiquated.

  “Where are we?” he asked.

  “We’re at my house. I didn’t know where you lived so I had to bring you here to heal you.” She responded with emotion and after a long pause continued. “Don’t be scared.”

  He turned to look at her and noticed that her smile had vanished. Instead her expression was serious, tense, and he could see worry fill her eyes.

  “Why would I be scared...” his voice slowly lowered until he stopped talking before finishing the question.

  He looked at the kneeling girl with her hands on the bed. Behind her something moved nervously in a zigzag motion.

  Salem balanced himself with his hands while leaning forward. He suddenly pushed her and she fell on the floor with a surprised scream. He leaned partially over her with his eyes glued on her. Then he lowered his hand to her lower back and grabbed the thing that kept moving, trapping it with his hand.

  “Umm...” She said. He would have turned to look at her when he heard the sound if he wasn’t surprised by what he held. “My tail...no...”

  Tail? He asked himself mentally while tugging on it a bit and making her moan while writhing underneath his touch.

  It was definitely a tail. Black, thin, and long, almost like that of a black panther.

  “What the devil are you?” he asked while staring at her and noticing that the cheeks of her butt had turned red.

  “I’m a demon.” She murmured.

  “You’re joking.” He said returning a disbelieving look.

  “It’s the truth!” She screamed her mouth twisting as she threw a small tantrum. “I healed you with my power.”

  Salem sighed and let himself fall backwards. The girl had some mental problems. Although, he had to admit the special effect tail was really well made, as it seemed to move on its own.

  “I’m not lying! I’m not lying!” She shouted while shaking him.

  He pushed her away and got off the bed exhausted. It was a better idea to go home as he had no idea what time it was. When he was looking for his clothes he stopped and looked outside the window. He saw something that he couldn’t explain even to himself.

  “What is all this?” He asked getting her attention.

  “I told you that this was my house. This is my world.” She jumped up to stand beside Salem and opened the window showing him an incredible view.

  A large city lay before them and strange beings flew through a plum colored sky. That’s what he’d seen pass by the window a few moments before, a winged beast.

  He looked at her suddenly, she appeared glad to have shown him that she wasn’t lying, but he was completely confused.

  “I think it’s better that I go home.”

  “No!” She launched herself at him, trapping him in her embrace, and laying her cheek over Salem’s naked chest. “I don’t want you to! I don’t want you to!”

  “Look! I appreciate your help, but this is too much. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

  He tried to push her away but couldn’t. She held on so tightly to his waist that he found it impossible to loosen her grasp.

  She was a demon, or a devil, whatever she was. He didn’t belong here. It was so sinister that he was confused.

  He took a few steps back when she pushed him and sat on the bed.

  “I’m Ishtar.” She said while standing before him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Salem. Don’t look like that.” She added. “While you slept I saw all your memories.”

  “And who gave you permission to do that?” Angry he returned her gaze.

  “I saved you. I have the right. I like you. I like your arrogance mixed with your kind heart.”

  He wasn’t sure what to think of her words. Was it a declaration? This was making his head hurt. The woman with a tail had a loose tongue. She had no qualms speaking her mind and she was starting to charm him, with her sweet round face, she was so beautiful that she made him think unspeakable thoughts.

  “Look, thank you for all that you’ve done, but I think it’s better that I go.” His voice started out rude, but then gentled when he noticed her desolate expression.

  “Then, I’ll have to make you stay.” She said coldly, and when she looked at him again, her sweet smile had turned macabre. “I’m a succubus. I was on the human plane looking for my mate and I don’t plan on letting him leave now that I’ve found him.”

  The word succubus kept repeating in Salem’s head. He wasn’t an expert on the topic, but he knew somethings, and what he had read about succubae began to disturb him.

  “I’ll make you love me.” She said, once again with an infantile expression. “And that you can’t breathe unless you’re by my side.”

  Before he could react she climbed on top of him and sat on his lap while hugging him. Salem tried to fight it, but his nervous heart began to feel something that he had tried to hide: desire.

  “Look! Seriously, Ishtar...” He tried to stand up but her small body had superhuman strength.

  Suddenly a little afraid, Ishtar jumped on him licking his neck hoping that her sexual arts would seduce him. In her world she was already an adult and as a succubus she needed a male mate to give her enough power to keep breathing. And she liked him, liked him even more after learning all about his life.

  Salem was fighting against his feelings and the reaction on his body. She was a beautiful woman even if she was a demon, but he had just met her and he did have morals. He didn’t want to give his heart to someone he was sure he wouldn’t see again.

  “I want you to be my mate.” She kissed him right up until she nibble
d on his earlobe causing him to pant. “I want you to stay with me always. Never leave me. Don’t leave me.”

  Her begging made him doubt his decision and he didn’t have much time.

  Almost without thinking his arms lifted to embrace Ishtar. The she-devil was horrible, she was making his will crumble.

  She sighed as she moved away from kissing his face and his temple and looked at him with large shiny round eyes. After briefly smiling, she leaned forward and placed her lips over Salem’s, who fought it at first but finally gave in and let her in. Her mouth was soft and comforting and although it was impossible he felt as if the kiss was full of fear. He couldn’t resist her anymore.

  With his arms still embracing her he turned her to lie on the bed, without removing his mouth from their kiss, taking control of the situation. He deepened her timid kiss turning it almost savage and desperate.

  “I hope that you won’t try to escape.” His sharpened gaze looked at her from centimeters away. “You started this, but I will finish it.”

  The desire that he had kept hidden deep within himself was now free. He didn’t want to stop it and he didn’t want to bury it within himself again.

  “Salem...” Her surprised face was filled with emotion.

  He started to kiss her again almost without taking time to breathe and felt as if his body was taking control. He slid a hand up her body until he reached breasts that rose and fell with her excited breaths.

  “Ah...”

  He was sure that if she kept panting he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He tightly gripped one of her breasts, causing a burst of arousal deep within, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He backed away from her and she followed him trying in vain for another kiss.

  He grabbed the material of the dress sleeves and started sliding her dress halfway down. Revealing the body underneath and bringing a smile to Salem’s lips. Her large round breasts heaved at the relief from the pressure of the clothes causing her nipples to tighten from the cold and from arousal. An uncontrollable desire came over him and he had to taste her.