Brolach (Demon #1) (6 page)

Because whatever he was, he was male. From her vantage point on the ground, his hanging genitalia looked like a large swinging and ominous pendulum of scarlet flesh. Heather knew instantly what he was before her vision cleared, the last vestiges of sleep sliding away to true wakefulness.

Her lungs filled with the pure cold air that preceded the demon into the tent and she executed a shrill cry of warning, her girlfriend beside her, Trisha, sat up like a plank of wood, she looked around like a half-lit zombie and saw the huge male demon and her screams matched Heather's.

“Quiet, human female,” he hissed, a tail rising behind him and brushing the interior roof of the tent. Trisha quieted, mesmerized like a cobra in front of a snake charmer.

“
Fuck you, demon,” Heather said in a voice low and full of warning,  of preordained knowledge.

“
That can be arranged,” Lucas said in a smile.

Heather's girl weekend
roughing it
had just gone from rough to harrowing. She bounced to her knees, smashing her palm into the demon's nose and heard a dull crunch. He swung and Heather fell backward from the momentum as the mark of his palm stung her cheek where he'd slapped her. It'd been a light slap, but it tripled her vision, the world inside the tent streaming in shades of gray.

“
Lie down, female,” he said to Trisha and she lay down.

“
Don't...
fight him
,” Heather said, her cheek swelling.

Trisha stared at Lucas vacantly, then turned that empty stare to Heather and she shivered when her friend's personality fled eyes she knew so well. “I don't want to,” she said and moved to lie down.

“Spread your legs, whore to the humans,” Lucas said and Trisha didn't just open her legs but parted them until her sex was open and pulsing for him.

Heather began to cry then, on her side and helpless. Trisha was now in the middle of this. He was too strong, too evil... her unshakable faith had fled before his brutality.

But God had other plans.

The small necklace she wore at her throat began to heat, a manifestation of what she was. The cross, the size of half her thumbnail, burned in a pleasant heat. All that glorious blue-ish white light tried to bleed through the thin tee she wore over her naked breast, her panties bare to the beast in front of her.

Lucas saved the one who would heal him for last, and turned his attention to the one who so easily would allow his penetration. Of course, she was one of decadence and would visit his home in time-- regardless. She was easy to defile.

For she wished to be defiled.

Lucas glanced at the one who still possessed a modicum of modesty, her large breasts cradled inside a thin dressing of white, her hot wetness disguised by a thin strip of material that kept it secret from the heat of his prying gaze. Partial consent would not be enough. The slut at his right who was spread in a wanton heap, her deep sex splayed for his tail to divide and plunder was under demonic thrall. If she had been in her right mind, it would be a pure rape, as it were, it would be a pale recompense- but a delight to plunge his member into something that could barely accept what he gave.

The one to his left looked as though she would scream again and he clamped a hand over that beautiful mouth. She fought, and Lucas used his other hand to secure her wrists above her head even as his tail sought her companion’s heat.

He found it easily and her hips rose to meet his phallus tip. It had been responsible for driving a multitude of demon females to the brink of insanity. Though both his phallus and demonic dick were self-lubricating, they were both close to a foot in length and as wide as his wrist.

Not his problem. But only for his express pleasure.

The human slut was caught up in her senseless lust, drawn out by his demon thrall and opened her legs wide to receive what he gave in her ignorance.

She would not be ignorant for long.

Lucas held the squirming one beneath him as he dipped the tip of his hot phallus inside her female companion. She writhed to accept this small first inch of him and cried out her pleasure inside the tent. Lucas smiled at the one beneath him, tears running to soak the hand that clasped her mouth as her wide eyes took in the fucking of her friend.

Heather watched the thing stick a long, cylinder of deep red flesh into Trisha, her yelled warnings lost in the hot skin of the demon's hand that covered her mouth and held her down easily; Heather's squirming did nothing to dislodge him as she watched Trisha's hips rise to meet the long length of him.

Then she began to fight,
right on schedule
, Lucas mused. “No... no, it's too much,” Trisha panted as half of him was buried into her wet folds. Her eyes widened as he pulled out what he'd put in.

“
You will take it, human... all of it,” Lucas stabbed his hot cock halfway inside the juicy slickness of her again and she yelled, the pain of his entry breaking through the artificial thrall he'd cast over her.

Lucas groaned in pleasure as her body resisted his size. He bored in deeper and got impossibly harder when she shrieked at the agony of the twelve inches of him reached the end of her and he sighed at the encapsulation of him inside the partially willing female.

The one beneath him tried to drive a knee into his erection and he fell on top of her as his tail tip pounded the rest of the way inside the female and she writhed to get away. Lucas began to pant, this is what he'd needed and there were no clothes to get in the way of his pleasure, to heal himself and take.

And take some more.

He let his tail work in and out of the female, driving that tip in and out of her, the tightness of her giving it up to his pounding. Finally, he felt something give deep inside her and made his way in ever deeper; her legs spreading even wider, her body sliding against the sleeping blanket underneath her as he drove his length home again and again.

He took his hand off the one beneath him, leaving her mouth to scream and readied his cock. She gave a blood curdling scream of defiance and the pendant underneath her shirt shone like a falling star. It blinded him as she bit his lip and blood splashed everywhere on her face.

His blood.

Lucas flinched at the sweetness of the pain but kept her wrists above her head with one hand and tore her shirt and panties with one talon, sternum to the succulent slit that split her thighs. The hard hanging length of him fitted just inside her like a honing device of flesh.

The cross at her throat blazed impossibly brighter as Lucas began to press and deepen his length inside her.

A warning buzzed at the back of his mind but Lucas was too far gone in his need to stop the driving of his appendages.

A virgin,
his mind breathed like a whisper of additional warning. The brightness of the necklace should have been something that alerted him.

One he didn't heed.

One he should have.

His prick pierced her barrier and Heather yelled into his face to stop but his mouth was slack, his cock and phallus in love with the double penetration of the females who lay underneath him.

Heather could hear Trisha's garbled senselessness as the demon who was raping her, took her friend as well. She had to trust in what she knew would happen, but it didn't halt her fear in the present.

Her cross illuminated the one above her, his now icy blue-white gaze gone languid with his lust as he tore her virginity from Heather without a care. Her pleas went unheard.

Yet, Heather did not make them to the one who thrust above her- into her-- but to heaven.

Sometimes He did not answer as Heather would have Him.

Yet, He was faithful.

As the agony of entry ended, that burning penis married so deeply inside her Heather couldn't breathe, his huge size and her tight untried vagina screaming in protest at the invasion of him. Lucas gave a grunt as his tail tip released his hot load of demon seed inside of the whoring one, her scream of submission at accepting his essence echoing in his ears.

But it was the female beneath him and what she had done to him that caused Lucas' eyes to bulge in his face, his heart racing, his hands slicking with sweat against her wrists.

It was too late to stop what had been put in motion. All he could manage was acquiescence. For He ruled all in this realm.

And this one Lucas had forced was a true believer.

Too late he understood this, too late to remember the laws of this world.

He took and... he was taken.

Captured by ancient laws and an ancient race.

He slowed the rocking of his huge length into the female and asked words that he had never asked before. Torn from Lucas against his will.

“
What would you have of me.”

Heather gathered her shattered will, coming to herself as she realized the key that had slipped into the lock had turned the tumblers in her favor. She smiled up into his face, spreading her legs wider, giving praise to
above.
“You have stolen without permission. Now you will give me pleasure.”

Lucas groaned and his rigid cock released more lubricant so he slid more deeply, with less friction against the untried confines of her body and she finally relaxed as he maneuvered inside her with a deep gentleness borne not of his will, but of His.

It was a purgatory for Lucas. Here on earth, with this virgin female who had swiftly turned the tables on him in a single encounter. The signs had been there all along but in his greed, lust and desperation he had chosen to ignore them. Remaining blind and now enslaved.

He dipped his face and gently pressed his lips to hers, rocking inside her body tenderly, hot tears leaking out of his eyes at the loss of his hard won dictatorship, now given to this female. He let go of her wrists and she gripped his shoulders as he drove into her, her pussy a perfect glove of slick accordion flesh that pulled at him as he escaped her, only to drive forward again.

“Cum in me, demon... and then you'll be my slave,” Heather murmured into his ear as his blood dried on her bare chest and neck from where she'd bitten him.

“
No,” he gritted out, fearing what that would mean. The final consummation of the act would bind him to her.

She writhed beneath him and his cock gave a single hard pulse, stiffening to the point of pain before the hot flood of his seed poured into the female, her pussy milking him of every drop as he fought to escape her fragile hold.

Lucas could not, his hips pressed against her pelvis in a lip lock of a sexual rite he'd been an unwitting player in.

“
More,” Heather entreated and Lucas screamed, full-throated and rage-filled.

“
No!” he bellowed even as a second course of seed sprayed deep within her. His forehead sunk to her shoulder as her fingernails dug inside his shoulders.

“
You have ruined me, believer.”

“
I know,” Heather said, but not like she cared, like some deep thing had been fulfilled. Which it had. Where great sacrifice had been made, great consequence was the result. Lucas knew this now.

He did not wish to ask but it was a compulsion. “What would you have of me now... Mistress?” His breath a warm and living thing against her shoulder, the sounds of an exhausted Trisha softly snoring off the remnants of her ordeal beside them.

“Clean me up,” Heather commanded.

Lucas sighed. He had never tongued a female in his existence.

Now he moved, crawling down her body, an invisible hand pushing him down between legs he'd just pillaged for reluctant treasure.

Now he would serve her.

Heather knew she had control over her would-be rapist as her cross continued to glow softly, quietly. A pulse of warmth inside her vagina matched the one at the hollow of her throat.

Heather felt the first long heated stroke of his tongue on her swollen vagina, and realized something she hadn't: his hot tongue.

It was forked.

Lucas spread her thighs and lathed her, stroking in sure deep strokes. His lips pursed just enough to suck first one lip into his mouth, then the other. He stabbed her hole, tongue fucking her, the split tip piercing her deepest core and flicking on a spot deep inside that made her swivel her hips beneath him.

Lucas speared the female with his scalding tongue and found, to his deep shame, that he liked her soft little moans and grunts of pleasure as she forced him to give her happiness above his own.

It was hell on earth.

When Heather shuddered a final time beneath his mouth, her core pulsing and releasing as her wetness bathed his face, Lucas gently pulled away from her pulsating goodness going to his knees.

His eyes traveled to his hand. It was healed.

And no longer red.

In a panic, Lucas' gaze quickly scanned the rest of the flesh of his body and a tortured cry crawled out of his throat.

He was no longer demon, but something else.

Lucas knew not what.