Demonic Power

by Rena Marks

  “Van Trump? They own a few hotels, don’t they?”

  “On Earth, I believe so. They’re the rightful rulers of Luciefyiore, but gave it up for the Earth dimension where Caleb was born. In the meantime, Keara’s cousin Jere Rousseau and his wife Natalya Hershkle-Rousseau rule.”

  A bald bird flew across the yard. No, not bald. Deformed. In fact, it wasn’t a bird at all. It was the oversized gills flapping like wings that tricked her. One eye peered at her from the side of its head.

  “Is that a fish? Flying in the sky, like a bird?”

  “You are what you eat. I imagine it’s the same on Earth. The birds eat the fish. When they live too long without being eaten themselves, well, you get the picture.”

  This place was insane. Or she was.

  “I want to go home.”

  “You can’t go home. They’re searching for you on Earth.”

  “Why wouldn’t they search for me here?”

  “You’re safe here. With me. I’ve never lost a client.”

  “How much are you getting paid to deliver me?”

  “Enough.”

  “I have money too. Take me back home and I’ll pay you.”

  Once again, his beautiful green eyes looked straight at her. “Baby, you are home. This is where you really belong.”

  What did that mean?

  “Hello, Holly.” A woman’s voice called out from the gate of the yard, distracting her. She was lovely—long blonde hair curled softly to her waist. A real live tiara sat atop her head. “My name is Natalya.”

  As the woman approached, Holly realized her dress was completely see-through, emphasizing more than it hid. And yet the beautiful woman seemed absolutely unperturbed.

  “Let me guess. You’re a demon too? What would demons suddenly want with a human?”

  For a second, both demons on the porch looked lost. “Oh, you don’t know, do you, my dear?” Natalya asked.

  “Know what?”

  “Why Enishka wants you?”

  “I’ve never met your demon lord. As far as I know, anyway.” Holly shivered when she thought about the resident evil that had followed her since birth.

  Natalya looked over at the green-horned demon. “She doesn’t know.”

  He looked stunned. “Your highness, I wasn’t aware.”

  Natalya turned back to Holly, pity in her eyes, yet at the same time slightly condescending. “You were never meant to be on Earth, sweetie. You’re not really a full-blooded human.”

  Holly looked almost frail, as if she might crack apart at the seams. “I really don’t want to play anymore. Please, both of you go away.”

  “Tact is so not my forte,” the beautiful blonde grumbled. She looked down at her fingernails regally, studying her cuticles. “For now, I will leave. Ace, you make her understand.”

  “Me?”

  “You are being well paid to take care of the little demoness. Consider it part of the job.” She turned to walk back the same way she’d arrived, the shapeliness of her tight buttocks showing through an intricate web of linked, fine gold chains.

  “Your highness, wait!” The green-horned demon looked slightly panicked. “She was raised human? I don’t know how to…”

  “Figure it out.”

  “Perhaps someone else…”

  “Uh-uh. And whatever you do, don’t let her escape back to Earth. It’s too dangerous. That’s where they’ll catch her. It’s been foretold.” Her tone was ominous. And way too dramatic for reality.

  Dangerous? Foretold? Holly felt a hysterical giggle erupt as she watched her feet. Crawling across the porch was a spider with a man’s face.

  And his appendage.

  Both demons had the audacity to look at her as if she was crazy.

  “Aww, hell, I think I know what her power is,” said Green Horns.

  The blonde demon-queen glanced at the spider’s erection. “Very observant.”

  But then the woman named Natalya was gone and Green Horns was pulling her back into his house. “What’s your name?” Holly asked. “What’d she call you? I can’t keep thinking of you as Green Horns.”

  “Don’t tempt me, woman.”

  Tempt him? How? “What do you mean?”

  “Stop looking at me in that manner. Licking your lips and letting me know what you’re thinking.”

  “I told you what I was thinking. I was wondering what your name is.”

  Instead of answering, he asked, “Where are your horns?”

  “I don’t have horns. I think you and blondie have a different person. I’ve never had horns.”

  He moved in close, way closer than he should have. She could smell the clean scent of his skin. He was rich, spicy. Manly. Lord, he was tempting her darkness.

  The side she kept hidden.

  Uncontrollably, her lips parted on a gasp as she fought the urge to touch them to his well-defined chest. His arm reached out, clasped around her waist and pulled her close.

  Close enough to run his fingers through her hair…the area over her temples.

  “What are you doing? I told you, I’ve never had any.” Was that husky voice hers? She’d always had a hard time fighting this side of her, but it was released so easily with him.

  Wham! Air sucked into her lungs in an instant cataclysm of change when he found the most sensitive spots. Her heart pounded, her nipples hardened, her lips swelled.

  The area he fingered was as erotic as hell. As if he’d touched a slick tongue to her swollen clitoris.

  His eyes had become heavy. He couldn’t have known what he’d done to her. Exquisitely, his thumb brushed over the magical spot again.

  Moisture rushed to the area between her thighs like a waterfall about to go over.

  Panic ensued. She’d always been able to avoid this. Always. Before it reached this point. But not now.

  The need was triggered.

  “Stop,” she panted.

  He looked tortured. “I can’t. It’s your power, it calls to me. Turn it off.”

  She couldn’t. She’d never turned it off before. In fact, she’d only let it unleash once before. It’d haunted her ever since. She’d avoided it since.

  And then that other side taunted, like a little demon behind her shoulder. He can take it. Look at him. Biceps the size of thighs. Legs made for running. For thrusting. He can take it. He’s strong. You won’t hurt him.

  He sounded helpless, but his fingers still swirled erotically over her. Suddenly he turned her toward the back wall where a mirror hung.

  Good graces, that couldn’t be her. Her eyes glowed. Her skin was kissed with a gold glitter dust that caught the light when she moved. What had this place done to her? This man? This demon?

  He bent his head to her neck and tasted her skin. His hands reached out to cup her heavy breasts. She wanted nothing more than to fling off the barriers of clothing keeping him from touching the warm golden glow of her skin.

  “You wear too many clothes,” he murmured in her ear. Before she knew it, her sundress was slipped off one shoulder, exposing a breast to the mirror.

  “Beautiful. I knew you would be.”

  She raised her arms, watching as her breast lifted in the mirror. Reaching behind her, she found his horns and never hesitated, just wrapped her hands around them and instinctively stroked.

  “Oh, baby. There’s no stopping now,” he warned.

  The words alone were erotic, not to mention the warmth of his breath in the sensitive whorl of her ear.

  He tore the remaining strap from her other shoulder and the dress whispered down her body, landing on the floor.

  For never having been naked in front of the man, she was strangely not self-conscious.

  His hips bucked against her ass as he stared at her nipples. Gently, he covered them with his large hands then slid his palms down the front of her body.

  Obviously her hands stroking his horns were driving him crazy. Impatiently he inserted his fingers into the hip strings of her panties and whipped them down
her legs.

  His hand cupped her mound, masking her secrets from the mirror. She parted her thighs, giving him easier access to the swollen folds she wanted touched and separated.

  His finger was soaked from dipping into her. He smeared the slick goodness over her sensitive bud.

  “Ooh, that’s good,” she moaned.

  He trailed kisses down her neck as he continued his massage of her labia.

  The world was spinning. Her breathing became deep pants. She turned in his arms, impatient with not being able to touch anything but his horns while the man knew her pussy.

  His shirt was white, sleeveless, emphasizing the dimensions of his biceps. They were huge, that alone singled him from the humans. Demons had much more muscle tone to their bodies.

  Not that she’d seen many. It was an instinctive thought. One she had known about all along but ignored.

  His shirt had snaps. Damn, what a girl could do with snaps. Grasping both ends of fabric, she yanked them apart. A smoothly defined chest made her heart pound even more. Leaning forward, she pressed hot kisses over him.

  He grasped the back of her hair, pulling her face up for a kiss. His lips touched hers and immediately demanded compliance. She opened hers, taking his tongue, while her hands roamed his chest. She trailed her fingers over ripples of muscled abs, stopping at his jeans. Unhooking them deftly, she slipped her fingers inside.

  This land was Heaven, not Hell. He was wonderful to feel, hard and hot and eager.

  The skin of his penis was silky soft and quivered when she touched it.

  “Take it out, little Holly.”

  She pushed his jeans down his hips, freeing his hardened cock. She trailed her fingers over the distinct cuts of muscles in his thighs. She dropped to her knees, rubbing his cock against her cheek.

  He rewarded her with a deep groan.

  She rubbed her lips, then her tongue along his shaft.

  She was out of control, flames licking her internally from her thighs to the tingles of her nipples. He bent over and pinched the very tips then twisted gently, sending a burn that ignited more flame in her sheath.

  She swallowed the head of his cock, bobbing her mouth over the tip, and licked it thoroughly.

  “That’s it,” he exhaled. “Just like that, baby.”

  Somehow his hand wrapped in the back of her hair, holding her mouth to his jutting cock.Forcing her to suck him to pleasure.

  She wanted so desperately to masturbate as she greedily swallowed his cock. She trailed her fingers down her body to reach her clitoris.

  Green Horns watched her use her fingers on herself for just a few moments.

  “That’s so sexy.”

  With one yank that showed his lack of control, the demon brought her back up to her feet.

  “Little Human Holly, I have to take you fast and furious this time. You’re ready, aren’t you? You can take my size?”

  He lifted her, squeezing her buttocks together as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her bare cunt pressed to his abdomen, smearing sweet juices across his heated flesh. He carried her into the bedroom, laying them down on the bed, still covering her.

  He looked into her eyes and pressed the head of his cock deeply into her pussy. She was stretched so wonderfully tight, her inner sheath craved more sensation. It wanted to grip, to clutch at him, to clench him with waves of pleasure.

  Her lips parted on a quiver. “More, please,” she begged. “Deeper.”

  “Fast or slow?” He dragged a finger over her tight little clitoris, making her buck against his hand.

  “Either…please,” she begged, undulating her hips against his finger, on the edge, wanting more of his sensuous rubbing.

  “You’re not going to have a clitoral orgasm, baby. You can do that one by yourself. I want you to come deep, triggered by my cock sliding inside you.”

  In that case, she wanted him to start thrusting. The sooner, the better. She spread her thighs wider, as if she could get him even closer to her than he already was.

  Roughly she raked her fingernails across his back. He arched and hissed, the pleasure-pain making him plunge his cock deeply into her all at once.

  “Ahhh,” she breathed.

  “Naughty girl. You’re going to make me hurt you.”

  She looked up from beneath curling lashes. “Did you think I liked it gentle and sweet?”

  Hell, she was a dream come true. She certainly looked angelic with her pink lips shaped like a bow. And she was much gentler and sweeter than a full-blooded demon, but obviously she was strong.

  And demanding. “Kiss me really hard.”

  He slanted his mouth to hers, releasing his tongue with a groan. She greedily lapped at him, nipping his lip. One hand was clenched around his shoulder, the other snaked down to hold his testicles.

  Gently she squeezed and his cocked thrummed within her slick warmth.

  He pressed his hips into her, giving a swirl. He found a rhythm—out, in, swirl. She was breathing heavily and moaning softly.

  She was so wet, he could hear the slick friction where their bodies met. A sucking sound, in and out.

  Suddenly the female gasped, moaning delightfully as she came in a wet rush, waves cresting and falling in her body all around his cock. The waves milked him until he erupted high up into her, watched her eyes roll back as she took another breath.

  His yell was masculine, a roar of satisfaction. At last.

  Chapter Two

  Hidden Secrets

  Holly woke up in the dark. A candle was lit, casting dancing shadows along the wall.

  “You were tired,” the green-horned demon said from a chair across the room.

  She sat up, catching the sheet to her breasts before it could fall away.

  He seemed amused. “I’ve already seen it all, sweet.”

  She flashed him a dirty look. “Well, seeing as how we’ve done the dirty, I don’t suppose I can have your name?”

  “Acel. And do you realize this is the first time you’ve lost your temper?”

  “Well, you are irritating me.”

  “Most women would be basking in my afterglow, baby.”

  “Hmmph. Bask in mine. I’d like to go home now.”

  “Can’t take you back to Hell.”

  “Earth.”

  “Whatever. You didn’t belong in there. You’re demon.”

  “Of course I’m not. I have no horns.”

  “The humans removed them. Probably when you were a baby. The sensitive spot that turned you on? Humans don’t have that.”

  “So you’re saying I was adopted?”

  “Looks like. And they considered you deformed. Removed your extra bits as an infant so you’d fit in better. Get up, sweet cheeks. We need to get you some clothing before it gets light out. Make you look all demony, even minus the horns.”

  “Well, I wasn’t adopted. My mother bore me. So if you think I was, then are we heading out to pretend I’m not human? Because apparently I am.”

  “We’re keeping it a secret that you were raised human. Enishka, the demon lord, is after you.”

  “Me? Why me?”

  “We don’t know why he wants you, but it can’t be good. It never is.”

  She reached for her torn dress, but he stopped her.

  “Wear my shirt.”

  He handed her a garment and turned away. Rather than argue, she took the moment to hastily throw it on and cover her nakedness while she had a chance.

  “What else?” she said, looking at her bare legs.

  “Your sandals?”

  At the raise of her eyebrows, he shrugged. “I’ve seen women wearing less anyway.”

  His shirt did reach her midthigh. And it was currently in fashion to wear shirtdresses. She wouldn’t appear too odd. At least on Earth.

  “Five minutes to shower, though you might want to leave my scent on you. It will keep other demons from breathing down your neck.”

  What in Luciefyiore was wrong with him? She was his charge, he ne
eded to take care of her. But instead he’d bedded her. Yes, it was her power to unleash lust, but hell. He’d known that when he’d triggered it purposely.

  She probably didn’t even know the importance of her power. She was frail. In spite of her heritage she wasn’t like a demon. In fact, she wasn’t even aware of their traditions. She’d never had complete powers, not with the removal of her horns in infancy. She was way too trusting and weak and…sensitive. For some reason, her essence socked him in the gut. He wanted her to reach out for him, to trust him to care for her. Not look at him as if he were as crazy as the lunatics she attracted on Earth.

  That got his goat. He was a protector and she preferred to wander alone.

  She was as smart as a whip too. As soon as she’d discovered what he could do to the spots where her horns had once been, she’d returned the favor, gripping his horns and sliding her fists up and down.

  But if not for the sex, she’d have nothing to do with him. No, his gorgeous little demon wanted a scrawny human.

  He’d given her a choice. She didn’t know the customs here, of course. But he’d told her she’d have his protection if the other demons thought she was his. What he didn’t tell her was he was the number one hunter in his field. Women would sell their firstborn for a chance with him.

  Maybe she’d surprise him. Maybe she would choose to wear his scent.

  She chose the shower and the full five minutes. He was waiting on the front porch when she was dressed in his shirt and her own sandals.

  “Come.”

  The area looked a little different in the daylight. A lot different actually. She didn’t remember passing rosebushes last night, but they certainly made an impression today. They were huge, at least six feet tall, growing like sunflowers, the roses as big as her face.

  Wait, what had he said? Walking plants?

  Plus, the sky was the wrong color. It was…red. Not the brilliant orangey red of a burning sunset on Earth, but a pinkish blue-red.

  “Your sky is pink,” she said. “It’s beautiful. But weird.”

  He smiled at her. “I thought that when I saw your sky. I guess we get used to our own. Imagine my surprise when I crossed the portal and saw your sky was blue. Who ever heard of a blue sky?”

  She was sure the pink sky was more dramatic than the Earth blue. She looked upward as they walked, not wanting to miss any of it.