Demons End (Tremble Island) (8 page)

Her eyes were changing to black and he found himself laughing in anticipation. “Come here and let me feed your needs, you are so weary that it is making my conscience weep. For future reference, I do have one, no matter what legend says.” He received a small trickle of energy pull from her, perhaps in warning. Her control was admirable, but she would need energy for this journey, and she would be his mate, so he laid his lips to hers. He got the response that he expected, doubled. Her mouth opened under his and he felt the vibration of the shriek of the banshee all the way to his toes. Her hands became claws that he held away from his body by curling her arms behind her. His hands kept them shackled in place as he fueled her senses with his tongue licking hers.

She tried to keep a leash on the banshee, but he continued to provoke and demand, so she let her come out to greet him. His acceptance of the grotesque being trapped in his arms should have made him scream in fear. She drew on his energy as fast as she could and yet, he had not moved, attempted to flee, or even whimpered a bit. Not that it mattered now, she had given him warning before he insisted on molesting her, his demise would be on his own head.

Instead of him writhing in pain, begging for help or mercy, his hands left her wrists and began to pull her body closer to his. When she felt a hand caress her left buttcheek, she gasped. The sight of his face with small horns growing from his forehead, gave the banshee a thrill. His eyes glowed brighter like small purple fires and his mouth, that instrument of pleasure, was parted over a thick tongue retreating between thick sensuous lips. The banshee actually purred as her energy was filled and her body heated to a thrilling level. She reached to touch one of his horns, and at her touch, the demon took over completely.

She found herself on her back in the soft grass. Her shift was shoved to her waist and pulled down under her breasts. She was back in her human form, and he was too. His head was lowering between her thighs and she wanted to protest, but not as much as she wanted the feelings his body was invoking from hers. The feeling of his lips and tongue lapping at her, sliding between the lips, and deeper into her vaginal canal, made her cry out. Her feet planted on the ground with thighs spread as wide as she could part them, began to raise her lower body to invite him, offering deeper access to her secrets. His tongue kept penetrating the small channel and barely touched a spot inside that made her whimper each time he teased that spot. She wanted more and grabbed the hair on his head to hold him in place, but his tongue kept tickling the spot and retreating to lick at the rest of her moist flesh. She felt a finger enter into play while his mouth sucked at the small nubbin at the top of her slit, she started to shake.

He licked up onto the space between her hipbones and slowly made his way to her breasts. Her nipples were hard before his mouth found them, as soon as he began licking and biting at them, she began pushing her chest up for more. His first finger was drowning in her juices, widening her with a second and third finger to make her passage ready for his thick prick. “You see, little banshee, I can take what you have to give and you can take all of me without cause for alarm. You give me such an enticing meal with your body’s cream and flesh as sweet as any fruit. Enjoy me as I enjoy you. Let me have your pleasure now, kitten, let go of that control you hold so close and I will give you pleasure you have only dreamed of until now. The feel of your tight kitty surrounding and sucking at my fingers excites me.” He curled his fingers up inside of her passage and scraped them over and over on the small rough spot, and she cried out as pleasure burst through her body.

“Now, my sweet kitten, you will take my prick inside your fearsome being and enjoy more of what I can offer. No, dear one, do not stop pulling the energy that you need from me, I can give you all that you will ever need, and once we are at Demons End, you will be happy to know there is even more, much more to glut your needs with.” He touched her wet entrance with his wide prick and breathed deeply to calm his need to slam into her body.

Reason told him she was untried, or as close as to being untried, by the sheer nature of her being. Any male traveling this road before him could not have lived to spill his seed deep inside of her hot depths as he was about to do. It had been so very long since he had indulged in sex that he knew he would not last. He leaned over her breast and pulled as much of the tip and its surrounding flesh into his mouth as possible and sucked hard, while he set his fingers to play with that small muscle that hid under a hood of skin on top of the well of her desire. She began to buck under him and he groaned. He looked up to see her head was back and her jaw was clenched. As he felt her tunnel begin to pulse and compress on his prick, her mouth opened and she let out a wail of pleasure. His loud shout accompanied her tones as he emptied his seed into her tight body. Her hips still jerked for moments before she quieted. He could feel that she was no longer pulling energy from him, but that was alright, she had absorbed a great deal before the final orgasms overcame them, so she would be fine now.

Chapter Seven

Koler wished they could lie like this all day, but the others would probably come looking for them, and he knew she would be skittish enough after this, without the embarrassment of being discovered during the act of sex. His prick had softened enough to retreat from the warm bath of her body, when he raised his torso from hers to look down upon her beautiful face. Her hands came to the pads of his chest, testing the muscle, when he suddenly found himself flying through the air and feeling his back crack as it slammed into a large tree some distance from where she lay. His head bounced off the solid wood and he landed face down into the grass at the base of the tree.

He lay there for a moment, admiring her daring and strength.
The kitten has claws
. He rolled to his back and began to laugh great booming gusts of sound echoing throughout the trees. He laughed until all that was left were small trickles of giggles, here and there, as he tried to compose himself. His good deed had been turned upon his head, and he knew if he was stupid enough to call what they had done a charity to help her, he would be lucky if all she did was slam him into a tree.

She stood where they had lain, looking magnificent with her hair wild, sticking up in places and bits of grass hanging amidst the light brown strands. Her eyes were dark, yet not the burning holes associated with a pissed off banshee, she actually appeared to be confused more than mad. That gave him a tiny spark of hope that she would listen, and if he was lucky, be reasonable. He approached her slowly, not wanting to scare her into running, until they talked.

“Why? Why did you take the chance that I would suck the life from you knowing what I am? Are you crazed? Is that why you are still among the living, standing so tall and still strong after I pulled every drop of energy that I needed from your aura? No one is safe when I lose control like that. Yet there you are hale and laughing like the village lunatic.”

Ah, the reason for her act of violence became clearer. She was frightened. He wondered who she might have killed before by accident, to have given her the look of fright like this. Obviously, she had no idea concerning their compatibility and he felt relief. At least she did not reject him for his prowess as a lover. The thought that she might have killed him was overriding the fact that he had taken advantage of her weakened state, even if his intention was to feed her the energy she needed.

“I am a Demon Prince. That is the reason you cannot end my life by drawing the energy that you need from me to feed your banshee. Has no one spoken to you of this before? Your mother perhaps? To give you the truth, a demon is most likely the only being on Echo that you will not harm from feeding the Hag. You are safe with me. You should know the Demon Leroi who resides at our journey’s end is also immune to your gift of death.”

Again he found himself flying through the air, this time he landed with a thud in the dirt by the pathway. What did he say to piss her off? He looked to where she had been and no sign of her remained. When he walked to the spot, he saw the prints of a hunting cat. It seemed that he guessed correctly, his intended was indeed a pussycat. He smiled to himself as he walked along the worn path, following the group from Tremble.

Wensel caught up to the party as they broke the journey for the night. She took Aria to the small pond and let the little one dive and play in the water while she bathed the evidence of her time with Koler away.

He asked about her mother, but she had known the female only a short time before she was found with her head severed from her body while in human form. If she had been using her banshee form at the time, no one would have been able to gain access to her, at least not close enough to sever her head and live to tell the tale. Her half brother was the only family that she knew of. Her father was dead. He had sacrificed his last breath as he gave his seed over to the needs of the female absorbing the last of his energy. Until today, she believed the only way to gain a child was to hold back her nature until the male let his seed go, then use his aura, leaving him a husk, dead, but happily oblivious to the fact.

The entire scene with the demon disturbed her. She knew he watched her, but when he pulled her into the grassy bed and lain her down upon it, she was too surprised to stop him. She had been so weary from worrying about Aria, and that female, Alura, not to mention coming back to Morlien Hall, that her defenses were down. She was careful at Tremble Castle not to suck in the energy that surrounded the beings there. She had no wish to harm those who sought to help her. So she only breathed in surface emotions while there. It left her weak, but she did not frighten or kill anyone while a guest there either.

As they gathered for the evening meal, Koler stayed close to her and Aria. It seemed that everytime she looked up, he was there, not speaking, just there. It gave her a warm feeling to know he was watching over them. Why, she had no idea, and fell asleep remembering how perfectly his body fit into hers, and the fire in his purple eyes as he looked at her in passion. Was it possible to feel affection for such a being? He was certainly handsome enough to turn any female’s head toward romantic dreams. His arrogance and insults took a great deal of his attraction away. She fell to sleep with the picture of his curved horns gripped in her hands.

*****

Within moments of jumping from her mate’s back, Rane ran to the water’s edge and dove in as soon as the water was deep enough. She had to cool her desires before she disgraced herself by throwing off her clothing, and ordering Lion to shift so he could take care of her needs. She heard a splash behind her but ignored it. Half of the creatures in the force from Tremble had gathered at the small pond, and there was no sharp bends to hope for privacy anywhere along the shoreline. The opposite shoreline was forested, but there was too much for Lion to tend to back at the camp, to take time away long enough to satisfy her needs. Nord was nowhere to be seen by the time they stopped for the night.

She was about to reluctantly turn back to camp when thick arms surrounded her body. Her squeak was from being startled, not fright. Nord held her tightly to his huge body and she shifted her attention to the bulge snugged in the crease of her ass. He dropped his lips to her neck and sucked the skin into his mouth. The slight pinch drove her heat higher and she whimpered.

“Do not tease me if you cannot be of help, my love, I feel ready to explode, and I want my mate’s thickness buried as deeply as you are able. I have no idea what is happening to me lately, but I must have you and Lion at anytime during the daylight hours or darkness.” His fingers pinched her hard nipples beneath the water’s surface, and she gasped.

“Yes, I want that too.” His other hand trailed down the front of her body, until he reached the material at the top of her thighs. That hand began bunching the material and pulling it up to be crushed within his long fingers. He started to lick her neck again and slipped a thick finger over her clit and straight past the puffy lips to the gate of her channel. He felt the flood of creamy fluid slide onto his finger as he drew it back.

He turned her around to face him and pulled her up under her armpits. “Straddle my hips, love, spread those beautiful thighs and lock your ankles behind me. No one will notice, and if they do, they will only think I am carrying you. Here you go, sweet one, yes just like that.” His hands spread the cheeks of her ass and between her thighs as he stabbed at her entrance with his prick. Finally the thick head slid in with the aid of her cream and she began to pant. She tried to push down hard over him, but he wouldn’t allow it. He well remembered the last time she attempted that feat and she almost broke his cock at the time. The poor fellow had been bent over almost double, and she was no longer trusted to control herself when impaling her body on his prick.

“Slow down, dear one, we have time. I will give you all that you need and enjoy doing the deed.” He allowed her to slowly slide onto his prick and she came the first time when he was barely halfway buried inside her tunnel. By the time he was in as deep as he knew she normally took him, she was writhing and begging as quietly as possible for him to “fuck me, I need you so.” He knew that she would need more than a few quick orgasms to satisfy her craving tonight, so he took a few deep breaths, clamped his lips to hers and began walking through the deeper waters of the pond. When the water threatened to rise over his head, he circled to the side to reach the opposite woodsy bank. “That is the way, Rane, relax, feel my prick touching deep inside, I can feel the way it is kissing the mouth of your womb. With each step I risk spilling my seed from the knowledge that you might quicken with child should I do so.”

His mouth stayed close to hers, to stifle her cries as she came, just before they reached the shallow waters of the pond. He could no more hold back from giving her his pleasure than she had gifted him with hers. His little mate was a generous, beautiful lover. He knew one of her secrets, and used it shamelessly. She loved it when he spoke sex words to her while they were connected cock deep inside hot witch’s pussy.