Ruby Shadows

  “Do not call on me, mon ange,” he murmured in my ear. “You are bringing yourself this pleasure. You are spreading your soft, hot little pussy open and stroking your inner folds…petting your sweet little cunt and caressing your swollen clit. You are touching yourself.”

  His hot words aroused me almost as much as my own fingers. Then he reached around me and cupped my bare breasts. Rolling my tight nipples between his fingers, he made me moan helplessly as I increased my tempo.

  I slid my fingers around and around my clit, stroking only the sides, never touching it directly. But I didn’t need to—this was enough—was perfect. It felt so good I could barely breath…so different from every other time I’d ever tried before. I felt more relaxed for one thing—safe in Laish’s arms. Safe and cherished and free…free to let myself feel things I’d been repressing all my life.

  “That’s right, Gwendolyn,” he growled softly in my ear and I knew my erotic display was turning him on as well. “That’s right—touch yourself. Stroke your sweet pussy and bring yourself pleasure…make yourself come.”

  And for the first time, I really felt like I might. I could feel the pleasure building…feel the wire tightening inside me, ready to snap at any moment. Laish must have felt me tensing against him because he continued to speak in my ear as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

  “Look in the mirror, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Look how hot and open you are…see how wet your pussy is…how ready to come. Let the pleasure well up inside you as you let yourself go…you’ve earned it…you deserve it.”

  I don’t know if it was his low, sexy voice in my ear, the sight of my own fingers busy between my thighs, or the hot way he was tugging and pinching my nipples but suddenly I couldn’t take any more.

  For the first time ever, I felt the wire snap, felt the tension break and release, flooding me with pleasure, overwhelming me with sensation as I finally, finally came.

  “Oh…Oh!” I gasped, my back arching helplessly and my toes curling as the pleasure shot through me. It was like being electrocuted but in a good way, if that makes any sense. I know it really doesn’t but it’s the only way I can think to describe it. My heart was thundering in my ears, my pulse was racing as though I had just run a marathon. I felt like I couldn’t get a deep enough breath and yet somehow I had never felt better or more alive in my entire life. It was intense.

  And then, for some reason I was crying. Not actually sobbing or anything but my eyes were wet and the breath was hitching in my chest for a different reason.

  “Oh,” I moaned, pulling my hand away from my inner thighs and wrapping my arms around myself. “Oh…Goddess.”

  “There is no Goddess here, regrettably, mon ange. There is only you and me.”

  Laish turned me gently towards him, letting me curl on my side against his chest. He didn’t ask why I was crying or seem upset about it. He just held me to him, stroking my trembling back gently until I somehow got control of myself and sat up.

  “I’m sorry about that.” I swiped at my eyes. God, he must think I was so girly and stupid, crying like that just because I’d finally had an orgasm. “I don’t know why I, uh, lost control.”

  “You lost control because you lost control. The sexual and emotional are closely linked, mon ange,” he murmured, stroking my wet cheek. “When a need so deep and primal has been building for so many years it is natural to break a little under the strain of it—even when the outcome is what you had hoped for.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “And was it? All you had hoped?”

  “It was amazing,” I admitted in a low voice. “I never thought…I mean, you hear about it…read about it…watch it in movies…but nothing compares to the actual experience. The actual pleasure.”

  “Pleasure that you gave to yourself,” he reminded me, smiling. “Pleasure you can duplicate again and again…now that you know how.”

  “I, uh…” I felt my cheeks heating up. “I sort of want to duplicate it now. I mean, that was amazing but I still want more.”

  “Understandable—you have many long, hungry years to make up for.” Laish captured my mouth in a soft, hot kiss. Then he pulled back a little and looked into my eyes. “But this time, you will not be touching yourself,” he murmured.

  “What do you mean?” I felt my heart, which had begun to slow to a normal rhythm, begin to pound again.

  “I mean that it is my turn, Gwendolyn. My turn to touch you and make you come.”

  This time he sat back against the headboard and made me straddle him.

  “I want to watch your face when you come, mon ange. Want to see it in your lovely green eyes when you lose control.”

  The new position caused my swollen pussy to spread wide for him and he growled softly in approval when he saw how hot and wet I still was. It was both embarrassing and arousing to be face to face with him when he cupped my sex, his long fingers circling expertly around and around my clit as he looked into my eyes.

  “It occurs to me that I have not penetrated you yet.” His long fingers stroked teasingly around the entrance to my pussy. “Do you fear to let me touch your maiden barrier?”

  “I, uh, don’t have one.” I felt my cheeks getting warm. “I lost it riding a bike when I was a kid.”

  “Ah…” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Then there is nothing to stop me from doing this.”

  Slowly, two long, strong fingers slid into me. I gasped and then moaned softly as I felt him press against the end of my channel.

  In me—he’s actually inside me! a panicked little voice at the back of my head shouted. But the pleasure I felt from his fingers filling me more than overpowered it.

  “Laish,” I whispered. “Goddess…”

  “As before, there is only me, mon ange.” He sounded amused and aroused at the same time. “Do you like the feeling of my fingers inside you? Inside your soft little cunt?”

  As he spoke, he began to stroke gently in and out of me, pressing deep in a way that made me moan and writhe on his lap.

  “I…yes,” I admitted, unable to lie. “I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do—it feels so good.”

  “It can feel even better, you know,” he murmured, his ruby eyes lazy with lust. “I wonder how you will like having my tongue inside you, when I taste your sweet pussy for the first time?”

  “Having your…what…what do you mean?” His words caused a whole new level of tension and fear and lust to open up inside me.

  “Do not fear,” Laish murmured. “We will not go so far tonight. But as greater and greater sins are required to move through the Infernal levels, it may soon become necessary.”

  “But I don’t know if I want you to…to do that to me,” I protested. “And you shouldn’t have to just to, you know, get us through to the next level.”

  “Do not misunderstand me, Gwendolyn.” His eyes blazed. “I do not do these things with you only because of necessity. It will be both a privilege and a pleasure to tease your little pussy to orgasm with my tongue. To taste your sweet juices right from the source.”

  “You really want to…to taste me?” It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard of oral sex before—I wasn’t a kid, after all. But I’d gotten the idea from girlfriends that it was something most guys only did out of a sense of obligation. One of my friends in college had summed it up as, “Two quick licks before he sticks.” So it was hard to believe that Laish was really looking forward to it. But the hot, hungry look on his face told me he was telling the truth.

  “Most assuredly I want to taste you, mon ange. I can barely wait.”

  Holding my eyes with his, he withdrew the fingers he’d been thrusting into me and lifted them to his face. He inhaled deeply at first, as though savoring my scent. Then he slipped them into his mouth, sucking and licking as if trying to get every last drop of my honey.

  Guilt and lust burned through me in equal measures.

  Oh Goddess, I shouldn’t be watching this…shouldn’t be imagining what it would be like to let him do that to me
! But I couldn’t help it—though I knew it was dangerous and wrong, I still wanted it…wanted him. Once more the little voice in the back of my head tried to warn me of danger and once more I pushed it away. I didn’t want to hear it now…I just wanted to concentrate on Laish. To hear what he was telling me and feel what he was doing to me.

  I bit my lip as he sucked his fingers clean and slowly withdrew them from his mouth.

  “So you really…really like it?”

  “I love it. You are delicious, Gwendolyn,” he growled softly. He reached between us and slipped his fingers inside me again for a moment, gathering moisture as I moaned. “See for yourself.” Lifting his hand, he painted my lips with my own juices, sliding his wet fingers over my mouth to make sure my lips were thoroughly coated.

  For a moment I was frozen…shocked…not sure what to do. In my wildest dreams and fantasies, I’d never imagined something like this. It seemed so deviant and naughty and yet the gesture also turned me on. It told me he really did like my scent and flavor—enough that he wanted to share it with me and show me how delicious he found my body.

  Then he was pulling me towards him.

  “Come here.” It was a soft, demanding growl and one big hand reached for me, tangling in my hair and pulling my mouth to his. Laish kissed me deeply, licking the juices from my lips and then feeding them to me, pressing his tongue into my mouth to share my own secret flavor with me.

  At the same time, his other hand slipped back between my thighs and I felt his fingers pierce me once more. But this time they were pressing up into me in a slow, hot rhythm, fucking deeply into my open pussy while the broad pad of his thumb circled my aching clit.

  With a little moan of pure lust, I felt myself give in to him completely. I kissed him back, sucking his tongue eagerly and pressed down against his hand, trying to catch the tempo he’d created, riding his fingers shamelessly as he fucked up into me.

  “That’s right, Gwendolyn,” he murmured, breaking the kiss. “That’s right—give in to me. Give in to your lust and come while I fuck your sweet pussy with my fingers. Come for me—now.”

  The pleasure had been building and building inside me again, that internal wire getting tighter and tighter. At the sound of his low command I felt it snap once more and pleasure flooded me for the second time.

  “Oh…Oh!” I cried helplessly. My nipples were suddenly so tight they hurt and I could feel my inner muscles spasming around his invading fingers, almost as though I was trying to draw him deeper into me…as though I wanted another part of him inside me, not just his fingers.

  For a moment—just a moment—I let myself picture it. Straddling him this way and fitting the broad head of his cock against the entrance to my pussy…sliding down and letting him fill me completely…

  Danger! shouted the little voice in my head. Danger—don’t even think about that, Gwendolyn! You’re getting in too deep—this is wrong and you know it!

  As if to emphasize the warning, I felt the strange thrumming in the air around us that I had felt on the bank of the Styx. We had paid the Sin Tax and the barrier between us and the next circle of Hell had been removed.

  Goddess…I’ve been bad, Been so very, very bad, moaned that guilty little voice. And this time, though I tried, it was much, much harder to ignore.

  As soon as my pleasure ebbed a little and I was panting in his arms, Laish murmured in my ear, “Did you feel the barrier give way? I know you did.”

  “Yes, I felt it,” I whispered. Then I thought of something. “But why…why didn’t it, uh, give way the first time I came?”

  “Because you were touching yourself, bringing yourself pleasure—I had nothing to do with your first orgasm. Well, not much.” He smiled modestly. “Do you know what that means, Gwendolyn?”

  “What?” I asked, frowning.

  “You now have definitive proof that touching yourself is no sin. You may indulge in it as much as you like without fear or shame.”

  I forgot my guilt for a moment and looked at him in wonder.

  “Is that why you wanted me to touch myself? Really?”

  “That and I wanted you to know you could bring yourself pleasure.” He looked sad for a moment. “I will not always be with you to help you. I imagine after our little quest is said and done you will wish to be rid of me and go back to your mortal existence.”

  I didn’t know what to say to that. Was he saying he wanted some kind of long term relationship with me? But how could that be?

  It can’t, whispered that little voice in my head. He’s a demon, remember? And you can’t form a soul bond with a creature that has no soul.

  Laish saved me from the awkward moment by drawing me close to him again and murmuring that we needed to get some sleep.

  “Do demons sleep?” I asked, yawning against his chest though I tried not to. Having two mind-blowing orgasms in a row had tired me out more than I would have imagined possible.

  “We do not,” he said, dimming the lights with a wave of his hand. “But it will be my great pleasure to hold you while you sleep and to guard your dreams.”

  My last thought was that demons are supposed to be creatures of nightmares, not pleasant dreams. But before I could say anything, darkness claimed me and I fell asleep.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Laish

  It was very pleasant to hold my little witch and feel her relax against me in sleep. I savored every moment of it, wishing the night was longer.

  She was beginning to trust me, I could tell. If she hadn’t been, she wouldn’t be pressed against me now, pillowing her head on my chest. Not to mention she would not have been able to open up to me and allow me to bring her pleasure and make her come. Gods, she was so innocent in so many ways—so many delicious ways.

  I couldn’t help licking my lips for the last traces of her honey and savoring her warm, feminine flavor. Soon I hoped to be tasting her juices right from the source. I could just imagine the pleasure of spreading her thighs wide and going down on her, opening her pussy with my tongue and lapping her hot little cunt until she came all over my face the way she had come all over my fingers.

  But that is for another time…another circle, I told myself sternly. I didn’t want to push Gwendolyn too hard or fast. I had only just earned her trust—I didn’t want to frighten her away again.

  And what of the end of her quest? What will happen after we succeed in shutting the door and she wants to return to the Mortal Realm? a small voice asked inside me. Will she still want anything to do with a demon? Will you really be able to let her go so easily?

  I pushed my doubts away. Of course I would let her go—I had no choice. And as to whether my little witch wanted to continue our relationship, such as it was, only time would tell.

  But though I tried to be calm and rational about it, the thought of losing her stabbed my heart like a cruel blade. I wished I knew why she affected me so but I was no closer to figuring it out than I had been before. I only knew that I wanted her—wanted to keep her safe, wanted to cherish and care for her always.

  I frowned. Such emotions were foreign to me. Though I did not revel in cruelty and pain as so many of my associates did, neither did I allow myself to indulge in tenderness or caring. Lust was my wheelhouse and I knew from long experience that the more tender emotions did not have to be connected to it in any way.

  Yet, when I held Gwendolyn in my arms and brought her to the peak, it wasn’t only her desire that I enjoyed. It was the feeling of her giving herself to me—trusting me. It made me want to pleasure her again and again…to hold her close and never let her go. Holding her stirred emotions in my cold heart I had not felt for an eternity. Not since…

  But I did not allow myself to dwell on the past—there was no point in reliving old pains and sorrows. Instead, I decided to simply enjoy holding my little witch while I could. Who knew what the morrow might bring? I had the uneasy feeling that our journey through Hell would not offer many idyllic moments like this one. Best to enjoy
it while I could.

  The night, as I said, was too short. Before I knew it, a shaft of dull green light that signals morning in Baator was sliding through the windows—it was time to be getting up.

  Despite knowing that we ought to be on our way, I wished to hold Gwendolyn just a little longer. To savor the sweet feeling of her lush body pressed against me, relaxed in sleep. But a sharp rapping sounded at the door of the suite, ruining my plans.

  The knocking woke Gwendolyn out of a sound sleep. She opened her eyes and seemed to realize all at once that she was naked and pressed against me, her lush body draped over my side. She sat up with a start. “What’s going on? Why am I naked?”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. “Do you not remember last night? The pleasure of having your first orgasm…and then your second?”

  “Oh, um…” Her cheeks flushed and she ran a hand through her tousled hair. “I guess I forgot.”

  I gave her a little smile. “You wound me, ma petit chat. I had hoped the experience would be unforgettable.”

  I could tell by the flow of emotions that ran over her face—embarrassment…lust…shame…fear—that she remembered well enough now. I wanted to gather her in my arms and reassure her but I sensed I would not be welcome. Clearly she needed a little time to process what we had done together the night before.

  “You’d best get up and take a shower if you want one,” I told her, sliding out of bed myself. “We need to get on the road but before we can, we have that tiresome breakfast with Druaga to get through.”

  Her lush mouth twisted into a grimace of distaste.

  “Ugh! Do we have to see him again? I mean, I know he saved me from the devilkins but we’re pretty sure he set that up himself, right?”

  “Almost one hundred percent certain,” I said grimly. “But as I cannot prove it, we must honor the verbal contract we made. Such agreements are binding in the Infernal Realm.”

  “I just don’t want to have to sit through a meal with him leering at me,” Gwendolyn protested, covering her breasts with her arms. “It makes me sick.”