“What happens to the demons that don’t find their mate?”
The doctor’s expression became even more serious, if that was at all possible. “They die.”
“What?” Mandy was out of her chair so fast that it teetered before settling again.
“Sit, Mandy,” Cyril ordered. She fell back on her chair, grasping the armrests so hard her knuckles turned white.
“I can’t die doctor. I’m too young,” she whispered. “My parents will be heartbroken, and I have things to do, places to visit, I”
“Mandy.”
She shook her head, tears blurring her vision. “Is it painful?”
“Maybe it won’t happen to you, Mandy. You’re part human and part demon- maybe. We don’t really know how your body is going to react.”
“What are the next stages of the sickness?”
“When they turn midnight blue, you will lose your ability to orgasm and—“ he stopped mid-sentence, staring at her face with shock written all over it, probably mirroring hers. “How long has it been since you haven’t been able to climax?”
“Two days,” she said in a small voice she barely recognized as her own.
The doctor’s gulp was loud to her ears. “Most demons perish soon after this stage, the horns turn black. Succubae and Incubi thrive on sexual release, Mandy. If they can’t feed, they eventually die. It’s almost as if they’re starving themselves to death. They can’t take it.”
A glimmer of hope shone on the horizon at the doctor’s words. “But I don’t feed on other’s desires. I’m partly human; I can go without sex for a while.”
“Can you survive the rest of your life without any sexual release? Not even by your own hand, Mandy?” the doctor asked bluntly.
Mandy’s eyes watered again. She was doomed. She might not need to feed on sex like her father, but she needed it. Sex was like an energy boost to her, like a cup of coffee to a sleepy worker. She could go without intercourse with another human being, but not without touching herself at least once a day.
“How long do you think I have?”
The doctor shrugged. “It’s hard to say. I’ve never seen the disease spread this fast, however, at the rate it’s going, I’d guess a week maximum.”
Mandy nodded numbly. “Okay. How do I go about finding a mate?”
The doctor shook his head. “I can’t say. All I know is that when you do find him he’ll be the only one capable of making you climax again.”
“Okay.” Slowly, Mandy rose. She offered the doctor her hand. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll be going now, I have things to do.”
She walked to the door, barely registering the doctor’s apology. Her body felt detached from her mind. Maybe she was going to die, maybe not. At best, she’d live a life with an endless craving for sex that would wear her out for she’d never be able to fulfill it. No wonder, the demons died.
Chapter Two
Three days had passed since Mandy received the news that she was going to die. Well, not exactly, or at least that’s what her family hoped. At the news, her mother had burst out crying and even her usually demure father had come speak to her. She could still see the gathered tears in his blue orbs as he sat with her on their porch swing.
“When your mother told me she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. A family, I, a creature of the night was blessed with a family. Now,” he struggled visibly for words as he reached to tuck her hair behind her ears in a tender caress. “No father should watch his child die and had I known all you would have to go through—“he stumbled on the words. “Your mother and I feared that if I turned her before you were born, something would go wrong, we never suspected—“
Mandy had stopped him at that point. She didn’t need to hear the rest of his apology. She knew her parents loved her and she couldn’t bear to see them suffering for something that wasn’t their fault. They didn’t know. Her father had been in the very early stages of Blue Horns when he’d met her mother. He was a wild incubi and he never thought he could impregnate a mortal woman.
After the initial shock, her mother had come to inform her that she was not going to die. Her mother was convinced that because of her human nature she’d be able to survive the ordeal of not having sex. Mandy decided not to burst her bubble and explain that she had demon blood in her and that though she hadn’t had intercourse in sometime with another living being, she still needed orgasms to keep her energy levels up. Her father had given her a glance. He knew.
Mandy quickened her step across the crowded street. She tried not to think about the Blue Balls disease as she’d rebaptized it, but every movement brought her crashing back into reality. Her body was constantly aroused but her mind was at a different stage. She kept thinking that her clit would shrivel and die, her reproductive organs slowly fading until she became completely asexual. What was that saying? You can’t go back once you’ve tried something and she’d tried sex in all ways possible. She was going to go crazy like all the demons before her.
Pausing at the red light, Mandy pulled out her phone to check for any new messages on the demon forum she’d written on. There was one and it made an unannounced tear slide down her cheek. The light became green but she remained rooted to the spot, a chill entering her heart and soul. The anonymity of the internet had helped her find confirmation to the question that no one had wanted to answer for her: losing the battle to Blue Balls was not only a physical problem; it was also an emotional one. They didn’t only lose their ability to have sex; they lost the ability to love. Only their mate could cure the disease, and if they didn’t find it in time… they never would. Where before she had seen hope and even acceptance at living a life without any sex, (should she make it out of the illness), now, there was nothing but a dark void. She was condemned to a loveless life.
Sighing, she wiped away the stray tear and crossed the street, her fingers flying over the phone's tiny keyboard as she thanked the forum member that answered her. A slight breeze fluttered her dress around her body and she bit back a groan. She needed to think, to analyze her options but she couldn’t, not when her body was acting like a well-oiled reproduction machine begging to be fucked. How was she even going to make it to her parent’s barbecue tomorrow? At this rate, she'd take to bed the first man that looked at her. Her parents had hope that in one of the guests of tomorrow's event would be her prince charming, but she didn't count on it. The world was a huge place and he could be anywhere.
She re-read her answer, eyes widening when she noticed she’d written cock instead of clock in her reply. She really needed her body to quit this perpetual aroused state. Juices coated her pussy day and night, her clit throbbing relentlessly. Her breasts were heavy at all times, the nipples jutting out and calling for unwanted attention. Men and women stared at her in the street because she was clearly not wearing a bra, her heavy breasts bouncing and jiggling with her every move. Furthermore, it wasn’t like she was enjoying the attention. Every time her nipples brushed her clothes, it was torture. Every touch, every caress, every whisper on her skin was a notch of her arousal rising. She had asked for a few days off work but it was the busiest time of the year and they’d said no. She was partly glad because at least, being in the office kept her mind busy. Unfortunately, she couldn’t help rocking her body back and forth every once in a while when she thought no one was looking, in a fruitless attempt to calm her raging libido. At home, she played with herself constantly. A part of her knew she should stop, but she couldn’t. She needed to come and her sex-induced mind kept ordering her to masturbate and search for that elusive orgasm. She went further than just masturbating and called a few fuck buddies she’d had in previous years and that didn’t mind her horns. Over and over they did it, until they begged her to stop, but her climax never made an appearance.
Fortunately, it was Friday evening and she was on her way home. She could hardly wait to get there and touch herself some more. Maybe she’d call another buddy or maybe even pick up a random guy from a bar. After all, she had nothing to lose.
Quickly revising her answer to the forum, she hit send and placed her phone back in her purse. No sooner had she closed the zipper of her bag, the machine beeped again alerting her of a message. Barely aware of her surroundings, she fished it out, stumbled and yelped as she crashed into a solid body.
“Careful now.”
Large hands wrapped around her waist, steadying her. Arousal slammed into her with the force of a freight train as the man accidently brushed his fingers over her lower horn. Her libido spiked, her pussy creaming with wanton delight as she rose her eyes up, up, and a little further up searching and finding eyes as blue as a summer night’s sky staring down at her.
“I’m so sorry,” she blurted, cheeks hot in embarrassment. Shit, how many times had her mother told her not to walk and text?
“That’s,” the man paused. His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing as a frown marred his features. Mandy swallowed dryly. He cocked his head, the glitter of a hooped earring catching her eye and bringing a fresh coat of arousal too dampen her panties as she imagined where else he might be pierced. His nostrils flared again, his pupils visibly dilating, as he smelled out her excitement. Her cheeks grew hot. This was why she had always avoided demons. They had powers with which she could not compete and most of them did not understand her human nature. This man was proving no different. He was sniffing the air as if with only her scent he could figure her out. A part of her brain was screaming at her that it was unacceptable, that she should move and run as far as possible, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“You should watch where you’re going.” His azure gaze was unreadable, his tone of voice mocking and his timber a gravely sensual sound that had her already hard nipples aching and her pussy throbbing.
She scrambled to get her thoughts in order and apologize again, but her words never made it out as he moved in closer, fully invading her personal space.
“You smell so good.” He punctuated his statement by bending his head to the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. “Demon and yet, there’s something…”
Mandy didn’t comment. Her body was burning, wayward thoughts of taking him inside of her zipping through her mind.
“Human, but you can’t be,” he said, brushing his hand across her bottom horn and making the world sway. Oh Bloody Hell.
“Please.” She needed to ask him to back off, to go mind his own business. Instead, she reached for him, running her fingers across his tinted flesh, loving the mystical designs that covered his right arm like a sleeve tattoo.
Mandy’s breath caught as he closed his eyes as if he too were enjoying her touch. He moved in closer, his neatly trimmed beard and moustache tickling her skin as he grasped her earlobe between his teeth, gently tugging. He licked the shell of her ear and Mandy moaned, clutching his arm in an iron grip.
“Human,” he whispered, “You taste human, but it can’t be. You can’t be.” He pulled back, searching her eyes for an answer. She drowned in the inquiring orbs, her pussy clenching and throbbing with desperation as if by just looking at him she could reach her climax.
“I’m a partial,” she explained, rarely stumbling on the words that usually took her eons to admit. She was losing herself in his hungry gaze, losing herself in his manly scent.
“How?” He closed the little remaining distance between them, and she felt the hard bulge of his cock against her. Her breathing quickened the world around her fading as the blood rushing through her ears became louder. Blindly, she reached for him, desperate to find an anchor in her unsteady sea of arousal. With trembling fingers, she touched him, feeling the hard muscle beneath his black polo short. She noticed another tattoo peaking from beneath the neck of his garment. How many did he have? What did they mean? She lifted her hand but he grasped it firmly. Mandy gasped as a current of lust mingled with an incomprehensible recognition zinged through her. He leaned toward her, his breath almost mingling with hers as he spoke.
“Tell me, how is it possible?”
“My parents conceived me before my father claimed my mother into immortality.” His musky, masculine scent mingled with his fresh after-shave surrounded her. She needed to get away. He was a demon and she didn’t consort with that species. Despite her horns and fangs, she was more human than demonic. Her eyes scanned the street searching for a way out, only to return to his handsome face seconds later. Their eyes locked and she couldn’t help wonder if he was truly a demon. Even though he was extraordinarily tall, he looked human enough with his neat beard, raven locks tied into a ponytail and long dark lashes framing intense blue eyes. He was too perfect to be human. Half- heartedly she attempted to push him away but he didn’t budge, except to reassuringly rub his thumb against the skin of her hand. Anticipation wormed its way into her mind, obliterating her hesitance. Did it really matter what he was? Moments ago, she had been fantasizing about masturbating and maybe taking a stranger home. This was her chance. Her sensitive skin prickled at the idea of fucking the hunky demon and she chewed on her bottom lip to hide the moan lodged in her throat. As if on cue, his fingers around her waist tightened and his gaze became darker. Her treacherous body reacted automatically, any leftover doubts leaving her body in a flash of liquid heat.
“Please.” What was she asking him? She searched his blue depths as if he had an answer but all she saw was a need as primal as hers.
“Please,” she repeated.
The remaining hand on her waist slid down to cup her ass, deciding what it was she was requesting. There was no going back.
Chapter Three
Maverick didn’t know what had just happened. One moment he was walking down the street minding his own business, and the next a woman with red hair was crashing into his arms. Automatically, he moved to help her, steadying her with his hands around her waist. The touch incensed him but it was her scent what made him a goner.
She smelled deliciously human, sweet, like a victim ready to be devoured, sampled, and taken into the horrific arms of a nightmare. At the same time, she smelled like a demon, dangerous and wild. To top of her conflicting scent, she was aroused, very aroused and that delightful fragrance made his cock swell in his jeans.
The rational part of his brain insisted he release her and send her on her way, but he couldn’t do it. She was a scrumptious package of feminine curves and flesh begging to be discovered. Her body language screamed for some horizontal action and he couldn’t get enough of her scent.
Throwing all caution aside and risking a blue eye or a crimson cheek, he invaded her personal space. Surprisingly, she didn’t run for the hills. Her skin flushed and her breathing grew heavier, but she didn’t budge. The redhead just looked at him with doe-like eyes as if in a trance she couldn’t shake off. Truth was, neither could he and when her small hand traveled across his chest, leaving behind a trail of desire, all he could think of was burying himself deep into her welcoming heat.
Instead, he fought for some form of control by gripping her hand before it caused any more damage. It did little to soothe his hunger. Her skin was too soft, her fingers too long and he knew without a doubt that they would grasp his cock firmly yet gently and that her caress would be both tender and demanding. Still, Maverick clung with the last remains of his consciousness to his wits, trying to understand where she came from and why she was affecting him. Due to the nature of his job, he preferred to live in the human world but that came with certain risks and he had to be sure that the lovely woman in his arms wasn’t one.
“Tell me, how is it possible?”
Breathlessly, she explained something about her parents that he didn’t quite understand. A demon-human union? He recalled reading something in the news years ago, but couldn’t remember the details. The woman’s eyes darted about as if searching for an escape route and then returned to his face. Passion and indecisiveness danced in her eyes, and she shyly pushed him, seeking perhaps more breathing room. He straightened his posture, but didn’t move, stroking the top of her hand with his thumb
in an attempt to soothe her. It worked, because she visibly relaxed, the confusion in her eyes disappearing as her pupils dilated with desire. The scent of her arousal wafted up to him and everything around him lost importance, the acrid smell of the busy street fading together with its sounds. The sight of her pointed teeth tugging on her lip drew a low growl from him. The world around him was long gone; all that remained was the beautiful woman in his arms with beseeching chocolate eyes and a scent that was driving him wild.
“Please.”
The sound of her soft voice was like an intimate touch, though he had no idea what she was asking of him.
“Please.”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she repeated her plea, causing his cock to swell painfully as an image of that red mouth wrapped around it assaulted him. Groaning, he stroked her back from her waist down to her ass, cupping it. The little vixen whimpered in response, her head dropping to rest against his chest, as if seeking comfort or protection. Maverick clenched his jaw, and pulled her tighter against him, a surge of unknown emotion coursing through him.
“I don’t even know your name.”
Smiling, she pulled away from his embrace and crooked her finger making a come-hither movement and beckoning him to come closer. As he did, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Mandy, my name is Mandy.” Her hot breath fanned his ear before she licked the shell. A shiver racked his frame.
“Mandy?”
“Mmm?” She murmured, raking her fangs against the tender spot beneath his ear.
“Enough,” he growled. Gathering her hair, he tugged and tilted her head back. Mandy’s lips parted in surprise.
Grinning deviously, he took advantage of the moment and crushed his mouth against her, snaking his tongue inside her warmth to get his first taste of his redhead. She was beyond divine. Responsive like no other, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it lose from its constraints. She tugged on him, pulling him down and deepening their kiss. Their tongues lashed back and forth, dueling with a passion he had never experienced. Tasting her wasn’t enough, he wanted more and his hand slid across her curves, eager to learn and memorize each and every one of them. A car horn sounded loud in his ears, drowning her sexy moan and making him realize that they were still in the street. Dazed, he glanced about, noticing the strap of Mandy’s dress hanging loosely against her freckled skin, and a few angry passerby’s glaring at them. His gaze returned to Mandy. His cock twitched, his balls aching with desire for the sensual human/demon.
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