by Rena Marks
“You know, we have a color crayon called sky blue.”
He laughed. “We have one called sky pink.”
But his mood had changed, as if he was irritated with her feminine wonderings. He picked up his steps, keeping his face expressionless. They walked in silence for a while before arriving at a small shopping center. He strode directly into one of the shops, his hand on her elbow, keeping her facing straight ahead as they entered.
Ugh, just like a man to ruin her mood.
The demoness of the shop approached warily. Apparently Mr. Green Horns was well known.
Understandably, not liked.
“May I help you?”
Holly tried not to stare at the bone protruding through her nose like a bullring.
“We need some clothes for her,” Green Horns said matter-of-factly. “We’ll look around on our own for a while.”
There were racks and racks of clothing. Ace wandered around grabbing a few pieces and tucking them over his arm. Holly rifled through a few outfits, but nothing was appropriate to wear. Like Natalya’s outfit yesterday, everything was beyond that of the common hooker.
Holes cut out. Transparent fabric. Clothing that fit like onionskin. Papier mache was not her look.
“Okay, I have a few. What do you got?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?Why not?”
“I can’t wear these! I am not wearing anything with chains. Nothing see-through. Nothing skimpy.”
Ace had the nerve to look at her like she was crazy. “Look around,” he said, with a motion of his arm. “Do you see anything else but chains, translucent material, or flat-out missing material?”
“Exactly. I’m not wearing these clothes.” She looked at the fabrics on his arm, pulling the top one off. “I refuse to wear this.” She held up a thin tube-shaped dress of skintight nude material. A body stocking. While it would cover her breasts to the bottom curve of her buttocks, it left nothing to the imagination. It was the ugliest thing she’d ever seen.
He grabbed her to him. “Look here, little girl. There are no choices. These are the clothes demonesses wear. You dress differently, you stick out like a sore thumb. It screams, Steal me! I’m the human everyone is looking for.”
Grabbing a couple more of the wispy fabrics, he shoved her into the dressing room.
“I’m not putting these on,” she warned from the doorway.
“Then I’ll do it for you.” He stepped into the door and closed it behind him, locking the knob.
“Get out!” she gasped.
“No. I gave you a chance to pick something. My patience is at an end, woman.”
His hands tugged at her shirt, deftly sweeping it over her head without unbuttoning it. She slapped at his hands futilely.
“I’ll scream,” she warned.
“I’ll gag you,” he warned back. “One scream will have hundreds of demons here to do much worse than change your clothing, princess. After all, you washed off my scent, didn’t you?”
Really? Was he upset because she chose not to wear his—ick—scent?
“Bastard,” she hissed venomously, fingers slapping at his hands still. “I can do it myself!”
But she couldn’t, not when he sat back with his arms crossed, watching her strip for him. Her hands faltered, and she looked away when he stood again, large hands reaching behind her and deftly unsnapping her bra. This time, though, his movements had gentled.
She continued to stare at the wall as he draped one of the so-called dresses over her head, hanging it squarely over her shoulders and looping off her panties in one smooth move.
At least the lace was black, though it was definitely transparent.
She closed her eyes briefly. This was as good as it got. Nipples poked through as if she walked nude. She knew she had to be bright red. This was too humiliating for words.
“I know,” he said softly. “Try this.”
He held out the nude body stocking she’d tossed into the “I refuse to try these on category.” He pulled the black nothing from her, shimmied the nude one-piece over her head, deftly covering her body parts, then slid the flowing black dress back over her.
Tentatively she looked in the mirror. Not bad. In fact, she looked good. It was the illusion of nudity rather than all out showing—and it gave her a mysterious air.
“Ace,” she said, her happiness barely contained. “You did it. This is perfect.”
He seemed almost embarrassed. “We’ll get more in different lengths, different colors. A few outfits. It’ll be your signature look. Layers.”
“Layers,” she repeated, spinning in the mirror. Impulsively she reached up to the green-horned demon and kissed him square on the lips.
Wham!
Lust swept through the dressing room from the tips of her fingers to the tops of her toes. Ace instantly hardened, and his erection pressed insistently against her belly.
His hands snaked around her waist, yanking her even closer to him. His tongue was in her mouth and she kissed back for all she was worth.
Damn. It was her kiss. She had triggered the atmospheric change with her kiss. It was easier to let loose here. But it felt so good kissing the sexy demon who was so turned-on he was uninhibitedly rubbing his erection against her. She began rolling her hips against him, every now and then gasping when her sensitive clit hit the right spot.
He cupped her ass in his hands, kneading the soft cheeks.
The nude stocking suddenly felt alive, rubbing erotically against her bare skin, alerting nerve endings and making them tingle. His fingers were along the bottom edge, inching it higher.
She hiked a leg around his waist to give him better access.
He took what she offered freely, sliding his finger between her labia to find her wet within. He groaned when he plunged his finger into her heat. “Oh, baby, you’re so hot inside. I can’t wait until my cock is in you.”
She thought she’d die when he wiggled the finger inside her in a come-hither move. It was too pleasurable for words.
“This isn’t real, Ace,” she murmured apologetically between gasping kisses. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I bespelled you.”
“No apologies, princess,” he said. “I want this.”
“But you don’t,” she continued. “It’s me. My kiss. It triggers this lust.”
“You’re a breeder, baby. That’s all. You’re one of the most revered of demonesses.”
“What—ahh!” He’d lifted her onto his hips, her legs wrapped around his waist. It spread the lips of her pussy wide. He pressed a finger to the most delicious spot.
Maybe the demoness clothing wasn’t such a bad idea after all. It made her feel naughty, sexy. She felt wicked enough to have a full-blown orgasm in the dressing room of a store in broad daylight.
“But you might regret this,” she tried to explain, though she sure as hell didn’t want to stop. She was dripping onto his fingers, the ones he was pumping in and out of her cunt.
“I won’t regret it,” he said. “Please don’t turn me down,” he begged.
How could she? She was masturbating unabashedly onto his fingers.
His lips lowered to her nipple, exposed by a tug on her body stocking, and sucked it into his mouth. Instant fire spread throughout her loins. She squirmed, ready for his cock with the wetness that flooded her.
“Hold on, lover,” he said. “I want to eat you.”
His words made her ache deep inside.
With little effort, he cupped her buttocks in his hands and swung her up over his shoulders. Her pussy was spread apart again, this time before his face. She leaned back against the wall, which arched her even farther.
His hands were cupped around her ass. “Spread your pussy for me,” he groaned.
She pulled her swollen labia aside, exposing her glistening clit.
“Perfect,” he crooned, spearing it with the point of his tongue.
“Yes, Ace,” she hissed. “Just like that.”
She
grabbed at his horns, twisting her palms up them. He went wild, licking and sucking at her uncontrollably.
She realized at that moment, she was the driver. She was in complete control, even while he worshipped her most sensitive parts.
She licked her palms and rubbed the warm wetness over his horns. They bulged with raw heat. In return, Ace speared his tongue into her sheath, in and out, fucking her senseless with his tongue.
He pulled away. “I can’t take any more, Holly.”
He slid her down his body then flipped her over the small bench so her ass was in the air. His thumbs parted her puffy labia, and his cock slid into her.
He was thick inside her swollen pussy, sliding through her slickness like melted butter. He rode her hard, his balls slapping against her. Her moans began to grow louder.
“Sssh,” he reminded. “Naughty girl, you’ll call attention to us. Bite this if you need to scream.”
A soft silky material was tied around her, covering her mouth.
This was so wonderfully wicked. Hot, steamy sex in a dressing room of a shop, gagged and fucked repeatedly.
Her orgasm was close enough to reach out and grab.
Just then he pulled from her sheath with a slurp then bent low and tongued her ass. The tiny rim of muscles tightened in heightened pleasure. He licked up and down her slit, murmuring how good she tasted, before he stood and plunged his cock in again.
He pounded her pussy and suddenly it was too much. She rocked against him as her muscles clenched all around him.
She bit the gag to keep from screaming when her climax began.
He muttered a soft grunt behind her then paused. He thrust into her so deeply he exploded, his seed spreading through her like hot lava.
The waves of pleasure rolled over her as she panted in harsh breaths. Slowly he pulled his erection from her flesh and pulled her up to quivering legs. Gently he untied the gag.
He used the rag to wipe off his cock before he pulled up his pants. Then he gently wiped her pussy.
“I’m going to slip out while you dress,” he whispered. “I’ll ring up the purchases while you get your clothes straightened,” he gestured to the tan and black garments that were bunched around her waist. “Meet me at the register.”
She nodded, and he kissed her trembling lips. Reaching for the tags, he ripped them from the items she had on then gathered up the rest of the garments from the floor.
She sat on the bench, her legs shaking.
She hadn’t had an attack of lust like that in years. And so far, he didn’t seem upset over it. Not like back when…
Slowly she pulled the tube dress over her buttocks and stretched the top half back up over her breasts. Then she draped the transparent black lace over her again.
Slipping her black sandals back on, she gathered up his dress shirt. At the last moment, she grabbed the wadded gag.
Ace was at the register. The purchases had already been rung up and bags were being handed to him. The sales clerk looked a bit ruffled, her lips swollen and her cheeks pink. She kept looking behind her at a stock clerk.
Ace’s demeanor was different as she approached. His horns were still extended. He swung his arm possessively around her neck before he walked her out of the store.
She would simply pretend it didn’t happen. That she hadn’t jumped the man. Twice. Lord, what could he be thinking?
She used to be able to control this so much better. But something about the sexy green-horned demon tossed her restraints right out the window.
And he didn’t know that if she lost total control…she could hurt him.
Chapter Three
Careful What You Wish For
She didn’t know where they were headed, but she didn’t need to. He was leading her along. They paused in front of a restaurant.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes. So far you’ve eaten…”
His eyes widened. “Little Human Holly, did you just crack a joke?”
“You were thinking it!” she laughed. Quite frankly, she couldn’t believe she did. Talk about calling attention to a problem she’d spent her whole life trying to forget.
She rolled her eyes to pretend it was no big deal. “Oh, feed me already.”
The waitress eyed her outfit enviously before seating them at a table.
“Please send us Valnaeus root,” Ace instructed.
The waitress never paused. She went over to a cabinet in the wall and pulled out a plate with a silver cover. She returned immediately, setting in on the table in front of them.
Holly looked around at the dozens of other patrons, all sitting unserved still, yet waiting politely for their own meals. “Get your way much?” she asked sarcastically. Then, “What is it?”
“Lunch.” He grinned at his easy answer, ignoring her first question. “It’s the easiest thing to order. There’s no waiting. It’s filling and healthy. It supplies nutrients that depleted demons need. And sugar, I’m guessing you’ve ignored your demon requirements all your life.”
She left it alone then, because she didn’t need him pointing out how often they’d had sex, one of her demon needs. She’d gone her whole life avoiding it, and suddenly all her wants and desires were unleashed with him.
“Did you see the waitress checking you out? I think you started a fashion trend,” Ace whispered.
“You would have started it,” she reminded. “I don’t think I thanked you.”
“You did. The dressing stall, remember? But if you’d like to do a follow-up…”
“Oh! I didn’t mean—”
He tsked. “Holly, Holly. You were coming along so nicely and then jumped right back into the prude skin.”
“Well, I don’t normally just bed strange men!”
“Why not?”
“Huh?” He seemed serious. Was it really acceptable here?
“You’re a beautiful demoness with a rare power. Why don’t you use it more?”
“I didn’t know it was a power before now. I knew I caused things to happen. And that I hurt people.”
He nodded. “Humans are weaker, and we’re a passionate race.”
“I’ve always been strong, though not as much as you.”
“You were dehorned in infancy. A lot of your strength never developed. Yet you’re still stronger than humans are.”
“Yes. But also a lot more easily scared than humans.”
“Why is that, Holly?”
“Strange, paranormal things happen. I don’t know what I attract, but some kind of evil follows me. It just hasn’t happened here yet.”
“Like the night I caught you on Earth?”
“Yes! Exactly. I was running from it.”
His eyes looked sympathetic. “Oh, Holls. That’s nothing evil. Sweetheart…that’s you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve repressed your power. It was overflowing. It caused things to shift, to shudder, like too many magnets in a room.”
“So when I tried to run, it ran with me?”
“Yes, baby.” He exhaled. “Have you run all your life?”
She nodded slowly.
“And people around you seem oversexed?”
She nodded again, more intrigued this time. “Always. I attract the weird ones. They hump street signs, trees, anything…”
“You bring out their sexuality. You’re a breeder, Holly. Didn’t you wonder why the shop we were just at didn’t have employees running every which way?”
She cocked her head to the side, eyebrows raised. She hadn’t thought about it.
“You caused a sexual wave to envelop the entire store. The cashier checked me out at record speed so she could finish things with the stockboy.”
Holly’s eyes widened. “I trigger lust in everyone? Not just myself and the guy I’m with?”
“Exactly. You’re revered among our kind. A breeder keeps our race from dying out. We’re highly sexual, but only during the higher lust levels released by a breeder can we multiply.
Normally we’d keep your identity a secret, so demons aren’t pounding on your door constantly, begging you to trigger widespread lusts.”
“But now?”
“Now we definitely need to keep your power from Enishka.”
Holly looked down at her plate. The something-root he had ordered was gone, and she didn’t remember eating it. Yet she must have. Her plate looked used. But she couldn’t remember tasting it. Or even remember what it looked like.
Acel saw her glancing at her plate. “Ready?” he asked.
She nodded, rising, but swayed slightly. He caught her, taking her by the elbow. “Too much Valnaeus root,” he muttered.
Dizzy female was no challenge for him. As soon as they walked out the restaurant, he picked her up and carried her home. This time, though, she was carried properly. Bride-over-the-threshold-style, not the fireman’s hold.
“Acel.Ace. What kind of a name is that?” She lightly circled a fingertip teasingly around the whorl of his ear, feeling like a drunken sailor.
“What kind of a name is Holly? That’s a fruit,” he responded.
She giggled.
“Tell me about this Kevin.”
Surprise made her start. “H-how do you know about him?”
“Holly, sweet Holly, you told me about your once-upon-a-time boyfriend Kevin at lunch. Remember?”
“No, I don’t. And why would I tell you about Kevin? I’ve never shared anything about him. But then again, I don’t remember eating lunch.”
“It’s the Valnaeus root. Gives a demon your entire day’s worth of nutrients, but there’s a price to be paid. It works like truth serum. Everything bubbles up and out in a drunken blur.”
“You fed me truth serum?” She injected the right amount of indignation into her voice.
“Of course. I had to learn about you. You don’t talk much about yourself. Close up like a clam.”
“That because I like my privacy! You don’t just feed someone truth serum and pry information out of them.”
“Really?My bad.” He did sound a little apologetic. Maybe he didn’t know human etiquette. But could she be sure? Sneaky demons, you couldn’t trust them.
She cupped her palms around his cheeks and peered into his eyes. He didn’t seem too torn up about the accidental drugging.
