“Gentlemen, if you please?” Kit asked nicely. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
“Your word?” Owen demanded.
“My word,” Kit agreed, and I wondered just how much a Demon’s word actually meant. Were they like Elves and Dragons? From what I had gathered it seemed that immortals held their word in high regard, so maybe Demons were not an exception. At least I hoped so as Owen and the others stepped out of the way and I found myself facing a small man floating above the floor in the same orange haze, holding a rolled up scroll, which he opened and began reading from.
“Are you the Demoness Princess Lexi Helyanwe, daughter of Princess Shaylee Helyanwe and Roark ah… Silver who was breathed to life by the Sixth Level Demon who shall be referred to as Knight?” he demanded.
I glanced around trying to take in what he was saying and finally nodded.
“Speak up please,” the little man, or was he a demon, demanded. “For the record,” and an ink bottle and long feathered pen appeared mid-air, poised as if waiting for my response.
“Yes” I offered.
“And on this date did you accept sexual favors from one Second Level Demon, who shall be referred to as Kit, and if so, did you find pleasure in accepting said sexual favors?”
“Ah… kind of?”
“Is that a question or are you responding in the affirmative?” the little man demanded, his voice going up an octave in irritation.
“I suppose so, yes,” I told him more firmly, then watched in fascination as the pen scribbled on the parchment.
The little man turned to Kit and dipped his head. “Congratulations on your new permanent position,” he told Kit. And when his pen finished writing, he pulled from his sleeve a bottle of dusting powder, which he sprinkled over the scroll in a shower of sparkles. He then rolled up the parchment and handed it to Kit, who bowed as the little man simply disappeared, taking his orange haze with him.
Kit then turned to me, his nostrils actually flared and his eyes flashed a violent red. “Little Demon,” he informed me. “You’ve been spending too much time among Dragons and Elves, now it’s my turn!”
I wasn’t sure what that meant but I didn’t have long to ponder as he reached for me and in a swirling haze we both disappeared from the elevator. The world tilted, yet I could feel Kit surrounding me as colors swirled by in a dizzying kaleidoscope.
The world stopped changing colors and I found myself naked and draped across a huge bed. It was covered in black silk, with carved posts that had little gold chains stretching to my ankles and wrists, binding me on the bed. The room was draped in red cloth and seemed to be at odd angles, as if everything was slightly tilted, it hurt my eyes if I stared.
Glancing down at myself I noticed I was wearing the little outfit from the previous night and Kit was naked and kneeling between my spread legs. “What are you doing? Why have you brought me here?” I demanded, pulling on my wrists to no avail.
He stroked my pelvis, running his long delicate finger over the chain and replied, “Fulfilling my contractual obligation, like a good little servant. Didn’t dare bring you here sooner, I simply couldn’t take the risk.”
He wasn’t making any sense, but my mind focused on the servant part and clung to hope. “What contract?”
He snapped his fingers and a rolled parchment appeared. “This one.”
I held my head up at an odd angle and frowned down at him. “I didn’t sign any contract,” I told him sharply.
He smiled and leaned over me and I could see that he was swollen as he hung just above me. He brushed himself against my thigh, then leaned back and unrolled the scroll using both hands. “Oh but I believe you did,” and he turned the scroll around and held it up for me to see. At the bottom was a tiny golden hand print, as if someone had inked an infant’s palm and pressed it to the parchment. The closer the document got to me, the brighter the palm print glowed. He pulled the document away and the print dimmed. After several back and fourths I got the message and my eyes widened slightly as I looked up at him.
“I don’t know how you got that, but you can’t expect me to honor something I was forced to do as a baby!”
He lowered the scroll slightly and the look in his eyes was… very eager. “You would foreswear yourself?”
Based on his reaction, I was guessing that would not be a good thing. “No, but I have no idea what it says in that contract. So how can I know what would or would not foreswear me?”
He thought about it for a moment then nodded. “Agreed.”
“Ah… Kit, can I see the contract?”
“No.”
I thought about the servant comment earlier and my eyes narrowed slightly. He’d said he was my servant and servants were supposed to do what you told them to do. “Kit, give the contract to me,” I demanded.
He frowned at me and grasped the roll tighter, as if he was afraid I might yank it out of his hand. In fact I would have if I could have reached him, but the damn chains prevented that from happening. “First things first,” he informed me, not actually disobeying me as he laid the contract on the bed beside us just out of my reach. “You have the most amazing skin,” and he ran his palms over my thighs, stroking me from knee to hip.
“Kit, what do you think you’re doing?” I demanded again, ignoring the heat from his palms and the way sensations skittered across my skin.
“I am considering how to begin while I acquaint myself with your lovely person. Apparently my powers don’t work on you very well and I did not get the opportunity to earlier, you were very…abrupt.”
“Kit, take these off me!”
“Do it yourself.”
I pulled on the chains trying to pull them free from the bed posts but they wouldn’t budge. “Dammit!”
He picked up the scroll and unrolled it again reading through it in silence while I fumed. “It says right here… yes… hmmm. I’m wondering why you’re finding this so difficult,” he told me and his words were rather cryptic. “Obviously you’ve been suppressing your Demon side.”
How could I have suppressed something I didn’t even know I had? I glanced at the paper, wondering what it said. He smiled at me then rolled and tossed it down again. “Where did you get that parchment from?”
He wound his fingers around my chain oh so gently and admitted, “I stole it.”
I pushed up on my elbows and stared at him in shock. He’d stolen it! “From who?”
He sighed and let go of the chain. “Another Demon, the one who breathed life into you, or weren’t you paying attention. Trust me you would not have liked him at all, in fact I believe I did you a favor. The Sixth Level is not for the feint hearted.”
I thought about that for a moment. If he’d got the contract from… Knight, was it? Then that meant that this Knight Demon must have been working with my Father or how else would he have ‘breathed life’ into me. Actually given what I’d seen of Areth and Kit, I had to wonder if the breathing wasn’t more of a placing, as in an egg in my Mother’s womb. And maybe he’d added a little something extra. My Father wouldn’t have given me over to the Demon would he? Not after having worked so hard to ensure the Dragon’s survival. I needed to see that contract. “Why did you steal the contract?”
He looked sad for a moment and I watched him as he struggled with something. “Hell is lonely,” then he grinned wickedly and informed me, “I’ve been watching you for a very long time.”
“You have?”
He nodded and placed his elbows on either side of my hips, stretching out his legs behind him. His chest lay across my pelvis and he rested his chin on my belly. “For many decades”
“What? How can that be?”
“Time moves differently here,” he replied, then traced my rib with his middle finger. “I…acquired your papers when you were three.”
“Then why haven’t I seen you before this?”
“Against the rules,” he replied, pointing at the contract. “It clearly states you are not to be contacted prior to
your twenty fifth birthday, and not until you became sexually active. Penalty for early intervention resulting in loss of all future privileges.”
“And what future privileges would that include?” I asked, closing my eyes so I didn’t have to look at the ceiling, which was giving me a slight headache.
He edged onto his forearms and inched his way up my body until he was covering me completely, his erection pressed between my legs. “The privilege to serve you,” he whispered against my ear. “In whatever mutually pleasurable manner you desire. I am, after all, a Second Level Chaos Demon of the Order of Limerence, and I am yours to command.”
Limerence, what the heck was that?
“Intense passionate desire, obsession, or good old lust if you prefer.”
Wow he was a Lust Demon! I had no idea Hell had levels or orders, which wasn’t all that surprising since I had never thought about it at all. It made me wonder what the Sixth Level Demons were involved with.
“Domination and rage,” he answered. “The farther down you get, the worse it is. The upper levels are…intense in a different manner. One I believe you’ll find more satisfactory.”
Hmmm, rage. It occurred to me that that was something the other female Dragons might know all about and it might be something my Father would think I’d need to remain alive and free. “And in return you get what?” I asked, turning my head so I could look into his eyes.
“Entertainment, pleasure, the right to belong to someone, and relief from boredom,” he whispered and rolled his hips to tease me.
“Why the contract?”
“Who knows why your Father sought to bind the Demon Knight to you? Or why he infused you with the properties of a Lust Demon,” he told me. “You admitted I pleased you, thereby sealing your side of the bargain, which officially transferred the deed over to me. I need only begin to fulfill my portion to make it binding.”
Maybe it was his way of protecting me, having a rage filled Demon at my disposal might not have been a bad thing. I was starting to have a problem concentrating, what with his body pressing in on mine and the smooth hard length of him resting intimately against me. “And what…is your portion?” I asked, my breath hitching slightly as I licked my lips.
His fingers laced through mine, and his lips found my neck. “I am to train you to become the Demoness you are meant to be,” he whispered and he inhaled at my neck pulling my scent into him. His tongue found my pulse and his lips covered my neck sucking hard and fast, causing me to throw back my head and lift my hips to him. I pulled at my chains unable to stay still on the bed.
“I can be anything you want me to be,” he told me softly. He flicked his fingers and one of my hands fell free of its cuff, he laced his fingers through mine and guided my hand as he lifted himself slightly so he could wrap my fingers around his shaft. “Thicker?” he asked, and his cock grew larger until my fingers could not reach around him anymore. “Longer?” he taunted and he was touching my forearm nearly to my elbow. “Or how about?” and he became ringed with ridges so that my fingers flexed and spread as he forced them up his length. “It is all yours, anytime, anywhere. All I require is your agreement and a willingness to embrace your darkest desires. To let me teach you to embrace yourself.”
I moaned softly, he felt so good, so right and he’d waited so long for me. I struggled to remember why I shouldn’t be doing this.
“Lexi,” he whispered against my ear. “Do you know why I waited… why I was compelled to take you and make you mine?”
I held him tightly in my hand and felt the strength of him, so tempting. I struggled to think past the need he’d raised, and managed to shake my head. It was like I was drowning in pheromones, so that the scent of cloves covered me, invaded my skin and I was drowning in Kit.
He ran his tongue up my neck, tasting me, breathing me in. “There are many types of Demons.” And he placed his hand over mine squeezing tighter and moving my hand down the length of him. “Too few of us are of the second level, and none of us are female… and then there is you.”
Chapter 26
“What about now?” Kit demanded, sounding as frustrated as I was feeling.
“No, nothing has changed in the last five seconds!”
“Why isn’t this working?” And throwing up his hands he flopped back on the bed. “Cleopatra, Catherine the Great, Marilyn Monroe, all of them part Demon and all of them well versed at a very young age in the art of seduction! Why are you having such difficulties with this? I can smell the Demon on you! And I heard what you did back at the club. You must try harder!”
I rolled my eyes and turned my head so I could watch him slumped back naked on the bed. We’d been at this for what felt like days, but in reality was probably just hours. He’d given up trying to seduce me and seemed obsessed with teaching me to read auras. A hopeless endeavor, since I’d never even seen an aura. Apparently it was the most basic feat for a neophyte and I wasn’t doing well. He had already proclaimed we weren’t going back until I mastered at least one new Demon skill. Since I didn’t really have anything planned for this evening I’d decided not to put up too much of a fuss, hoping I might actually learn something that could help me.
I lay propped up on some pillows watching him intently, rattling my ties I told him, “You know, I could probably think better if you gave me some clothes and took these chains off.” As answer he reached over and slipped his fingers under the nearest chain, which just happened to be connected to my left nipple and gave it a slight tug. I hissed at him but didn’t say anything. He’d done that several times over the course of the past few hours, I wasn’t certain if it was just to remind him of why he was there to begin with.
“Let me think,” he replied, actually chewing on his lower lip. “What about conjuring?” he asked, turning his head to look at me. “Have you ever wished for something and it appeared?”
“Once, just recently,” I admitted.
He sat straight up and turned eagerly toward me. “Well, tell me all about it,” he demanded, and I relayed to him how I’d asked for clothing and they had appeared, along with Areth. He mulled that over for a moment and then reached over and gave my chain another tug, his eyes narrowing when I became irritated.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I growled at him.
“Because I keep hoping you’ll do something about it,” he told me bluntly. “I know it irritates you and I’m hoping you’ll stop resisting me and show me something.”
“But I’m not resisting you! I am trying and I don’t know what you want from me!”
He leaned over me and said, “I want you to stop denying yourself.”
I heaved a sigh and stared back at him. “Can’t you teach me a spell or something?”
He looked offended and leaned back. “I’m not a Warlock, thank you very much! And there’s no need to insult me.”
“Okay maybe you could just tell me how Demons do whatever it is you do? If you don’t memorize things or brew stuff, how exactly do you do stuff? And for that matter, what should I be trying to do to begin with? I’m not even certain, aside from making things appear and disappear, what you do.”
“Different Demons have different powers.”
“Fine, what are yours? Maybe mine are different and you’re trying to make me do something I don’t have the skill to do,” I offered.
“Different Demons have different skills, but Demons of the same Order have similar skills. That means you should be able to do what I can do.”
“Which is? I mean besides disappearing and reappearing stuff? What exactly can you do?”
He frowned at me but finally answered, “Telekinesis, Telepathy, and Immortality.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the pillows. “So the disappearing and reappearing is just your telekinetic ability? You can move not just other items but yourself as well?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need to see what you are moving around or where you are going? I mean do you ever materiali
ze inside a rock or anything?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, because it is the one thing that human Newton got right, no two objects can occupy the same space at the same time. Therefore you cannot reappear inside a rock, it is impossible.”
Well that was good to know. Assuming I ever mastered the art of moving myself and other things around, at least I didn’t need to worry about putting stuff inside of other stuff. Just the thought of that made me rather queasy. “So how long did it take you to grow into your powers?”
“Demons aren’t born,” he told me sarcastically. “We were created.”
“What?” I thought he wanted me to produce a child. Hmmm… actually he’d never said that, he said he wanted me for entertainment and pleasure. Did that mean he was the only one of my four not looking to father a child with me?
“What would I do with a child?” he scoffed. “It’s you I want. Because of you I’ll be able to get out of this hole. Besides, no one becomes a full Demon. Our numbers are static.
“What about the Elementals?”
“Elementals don’t fall under the same rules as those within Orders,” he replied. “They have the rare ability to reproduce amongst themselves.”
“So are all Demons in Orders stuck here?”
Kit flopped back on the bed and covered his face with his arm. “Hell isn’t what you think it is,” he muttered. “Picture a never ending line at the DMV, full of civil servants that have nothing better to do than ruin your day by making you as bored and apathetic as they are.”
I couldn’t help wincing. That did not sound like any kind of fun to me. “So hell is full of civil servants that do what exactly?”
He pulled his arm off his eyes and turned his head toward me. “Process the dead, what else?”
Wow that sounded… not very charming. “What exactly were you doing when you stole my paperwork?”
He covered his eyes again and rolled his head back the opposite direction. At first I thought he wasn’t going to answer and then he finally replied. “I was processing paperwork.”
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