He pushed the files back into the drawers perfectly and moved from the office back into the bedroom as Olivia exited the bathroom in a towel. Her hair was loose and mesmerizing in its fiery beauty. It was a beautiful contrast in color against her silken white flesh; perfection. She sang out a spell in time with the music that turned it off as he slid back into place in the corner and ran his hands over his eyes.
He should have waited, but if she shut the door, he’d be stuck on the other side. She moved around the room, and he listened. Listened to the sound of her as she removed the towel, and it hit the ground with a soft thud.
His heart began to thump harder in his chest, which surprised him, and he dropped his hands from his eyes. He caught sight of her as she lowered a silky baby blue nightgown over her head. His eyes followed it as it caressed her flesh, slowly slipping to the generous white orbs of her perfect ass. He swallowed slowly, his eyes remaining on her firm backside.
He’d tap it, and he’d pull that fiery red hair as he fucked her. Fuuuuck… He shook his head and brought his knees up to rest his elbows on them. His cock was locked and loaded in hard-as-fuck mode. He lowered his eyes to it, and considered gripping it to see if it would relieve the massive pressure he was experiencing, but he wasn’t some kid; he was a Demon, one who got a lot of pussy. Pussy basically fell on his cock all the time and he took full advantage of that shit.
Yet here he was, with a raging hard-on for some green-as-fuck virgin. He knew she was; she smelled too pure to be otherwise. He watched as she pulled a thin sheet back and climbed in bed. She looked around the room and got back up slowly.
“Kit?” she called out and the cat came rushing into the room and once again moved to its perch on the dresser. “Good girl,” she whispered just before she closed the door, sealing all three of them inside her room.
Didn’t see that shit coming! Ristan almost banged his head against the wall, but gently placed it there instead as the lights were turned off and a bedside lamp was clicked on. He watched her as she lifted a book and began reading it.
She grunted. “Ninny,” she whispered as she picked up a sexy-as-fuck pair of glasses and put them on. “Better,” she uttered as she began reading silently.
It was going to be a long night.
He whispered a camouflage spell around himself, just in case he drifted off to sleep, only to wake up to his cover name being whispered. He jumped, his eyes instantly alert to any problem, but there wasn’t a problem. Olivia was asleep; the sheet she’d used for cover against the cold had slipped from her body, revealing her naked ass.
She said his name again as her hand absently lowered to those lovely red curls. He smiled, knowing he should leave, but unwilling to. She was dreaming about him; well, sort of. She was dreaming of an Enforcer who didn’t exist.
Her lips parted on a moan as her fingers delved between her slick folds. She was wet, and his nostrils flared with the knowledge of it. His eyes glued to what her hand was doing, and he could see that in her innocence, she was doing it all wrong.
She wasn’t touching that little love button, the one that could invoke sweet screams from her lungs. Her fingers slowly trailed up the slit, and then, as he watched with his cock fully saluting her fumbled attempt, she slipped a slim finger inside.
He moved his eyes away from her hand and lifted them to her face. Her eyes were barely open more than a slit, but were on him. He could feel his magic that supported the glamour as well as the camouflage spell, which meant she wasn’t actually looking at him, but he’d be a fucking fairy if she wasn’t thinking about him, and it made his cock throb.
He turned his head and looked at the cat, who sat watching her as well. The cat mewled, and looked at Ristan accusingly. As if the little fucker hadn’t been watching the sweet pussy get fucked as well? Fucking animals, all of them, including him. She whimpered and both of their heads swung back to her, and Ristan had to fight the urge to show her what she was doing wrong.
She worked it, abusing it as she struggled to pull an orgasm from her sweet flesh. Moisture pooled, glimmered and showed his greedy eyes proof that sweet pussy was soaking wet with a need to be fucked. Fuuuuck, this shit only happened to him.
He pushed his back into the wall and inhaled the fragrance of her jasmine bath oils mixed with the musky smell of her swollen flesh. She added another finger, and Ristan fisted his hands as he imagined his own fingers invading her tight sheath.
She’d come then, because he’d be sucking that fucking button of her flesh until she exploded her juices on his face. He moved stealthily to the bed and got a much nicer view against his own better judgment.
Her nipples were hard, pushing against her thin nightgown. Her legs were spread, and she was moving her fingers clumsily. Inefficiently. The pace she’d set was slow, and wouldn’t be allowing her to come anytime tonight.
He smiled and considered helping her, but he would be damned if he burnt his cover just to get some sweet-as-fuck pussy off. His mouth watered for a taste as even more juices gathered on her fingers while she continued to delve them inside her tight flesh.
He forced himself to go back to the corner and wait it out. His cock throbbed painfully against the rough jeans he wore. He held it and wondered what she’d think if she was faced with his ten-inch cock—which he only knew was ten inches because a pixie thought it would be funny to measure it. Considering her innocence, she’d probably run. Even some of the more experienced females he’d taken had to stop and consider it for a few moments before getting back with the program.
Of course, he’d been very selective of the pussy he accepted; most had to enjoy what Humans referred to as kink, and be willing to give him total control. They also had to be okay with him giving all pleasure and taking what he wanted.
He had a feeling that she wouldn’t do that, ever. Based on what he witnessed tonight, she really wouldn’t know what to do with a cock, even if he gave her step-by-step instructions and walked her through it intimately, which surprised him. With all of the romance books she had, she should know at least the basics, as the things were pretty much a step above a how-to guide! He needed to find a female, and fuck her until he sated this hunger for a simple, but beautiful, librarian. Maybe he could get Danu to glamour herself into a sexy librarian, so he could fuck his need for this one out of his system.
Chapter Seven
The Demon awoke to a gentle humming sound, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the female, who seemed to be up and already dressing for work. He was cramped from his tall frame having slept in the corner of her bedroom.
He stood and stretched his arms, easily touching the ceiling. He turned and found the damned cat still watching him. Who the hell named their cat Kit, he wondered? She had personality, that was for sure, even if she was a mouse. She was sitting on her bed as she rolled on thigh highs, which was a sight that was too damn sexy for this fucking early in the morning.
He’d just about murder the cat for a cup of coffee. He could thank Synthia for resurrecting his obsession with the shitty brown substance, which tasted of heaven. He’d given Syn hell over it, then Darynda had worked her magic and brewed him a cup blended with chicory that had almost made his cock stand up in a one-eyed salute.
He tore his eyes from Olivia as she hooked the little black disc into the stockings she wore, and he smiled as she slid on shoes that had little sexy heels. It was a fucking fantasy of a lifetime, turning a little mouse into a fucking nymphomaniac.
Following her into the bathroom, his eyes scanned her small make-up kit. No muss, no fuss kinda girl. She dabbed some gloss onto her already rose-colored lips and then used a touch of mascara before she left the room and called to her pussy.
He gave a crooked smile as he remembered her clumsy attempt to get her own pussy off. At least it showed she had general knowledge of where a cock went, and what it was
supposed to do. Damn, if his dick didn’t twitch at the memory.
He watched her as she bent over to place a handful of cat food in the bowl, and then quickly washed her hands. She scanned the room and then moved past him; his nose danced with her rich, flowery scent. He loved jasmine flowers and their enticing scent.
He followed her as she walked towards the front door, stopping to pull her phone off the docking station. She powered it on, thumbed on the speed dial, and asked to be connected to Elder Cyrus.
His heart beat erratically as he considered what she’d say. He didn’t get a chance to overhear any conversation, as she was told he was already out of his office.
“Can you let him know that I called for him, Janet? I’ll be at my desk in about twenty minutes. He can call me there,” she said into the receiver before she used a soft cloth to wipe it clean, and slid it into her pocket.
She stood in her front room, and he went completely still as she sniffed the air. Her eyes looked around as if she knew she wasn’t alone.
“God, girl, get a grip. He’s so far out of your league,” she whispered to herself.
He slipped out the door as she opened it and headed for a vacant apartment to hopefully dunk himself under some chilly water in an attempt to shed the protruding boner which was, even now, growing harder for her.
What the fuck was his problem? He didn’t like sweet and innocent; he liked girls that he could bring his inner freak out to play with. This girl? She was the sweet, white picket fence, and two-point-five kids, with a cat named Kit kind of girl. That wasn’t him. Now if he could just convince himself that he didn’t really want her, or maybe come up with a mantra to repeat in his mind, he would actually believe it.
He paused with his hand on the doorknob and decided to just head home. It was time to check on Synthia anyway, what with her time nearing, and he’d bought her a little present that he’d been itching to give her.
He walked outside, still cloaked in invisibility, and waited until he was a good distance from the Guild before he sifted to the mansion located just out of Spokane, which had been previously used as their home base when in the Human world. It had been completely rebuilt after the Mages had destroyed it not too long ago. It was now being used as a staging point for operations that the Horde was running to shut the Mages down while tracking the remaining relics.
He quickly made his way to the portal that would take him into Faery, straight into the Horde kingdom. He could make a portal of his own, but he was already feeling a bit drained from using glamour and the camouflage spell as long as he had. As he entered the portal, he was stopped in his tracks by Darcy, or, rather, Danu currently wearing a “Darcy” glamour. He could see her ever-changing eyes through Darcy’s sweet, brown ones.
“Danu,” he said as she pushed him into an empty room. She twirled Darcy’s blonde hair, and then lowered her hands to squeeze the plump breasts of the body she’d taken over.
“Demon,” she said, as she began to remove her shirt, revealing rose-tipped nipples that were already hard and begging to be tasted. “I need release,” she ordered.
“I needed it yesterday,” he countered as he crossed his branded arms over his massive chest, which strained against the charcoal V-neck shirt he now wore. “It’s all about what you need, and it’s getting worse. Something going on that I should know about?” he demanded suspiciously, and watched as something passed over her face before she could stop it.
His heart clenched, and he got a twisting in his gut that made him feel sick. “If it pertains to the Horde…” He let his words trail off as she slid to her knees and started undoing his belt buckle.
He braced his arms on the wall and watched as she freed his cock. Yeah, that shit was loaded and hard as a fucking rock after watching his little librarian. My fucking librarian? He groaned as she used her tongue to stroke the sensitive fleshy underside of his cock, using long motions until he thought he’d spew his load prematurely.
Danu loved to make him lose control, and she’d throw it back in his face after she’d succeeded. It only made him more determined to outlast her. He lowered his hand and grabbed her hair as he pulled her head back and he enjoyed the surprised hiss that left her parted lips as he pulled hard. He used his other hand to grip her chin, forcing her mouth to open as he pushed his fat tip past her rosy lips.
“Take it all,” he demanded as he rocked his hips, giving her time to accept his rock hard member without hurting her. “That’s my girl,” he moaned as he slipped further into her throat. He wasn’t going to last long, and at this point, he didn’t care.
He rocked his hips faster, enjoying the strangled sounds she made as she choked on his cock. Her eyes watered as he watched her, his own mouth opening to dish out encouragements as she accepted even more down her tight, lovely throat.
He exploded before either of them knew what was happening, and when he pulled out of her mouth, she stared at him in wonder, then looked around in confusion.
“Ristan,” she whispered as he watched her wipe a small dribble of come from her perfect lips. “How did I get here?” she finished.
He wanted to strangle her; not Darcy, but fucking Danu. It wasn’t glamour this time; it was a total hijacking. She’d done this shit too many times now. Many times she had taken over his bedmates during fucking, only to leave as soon as she got hers, which made a few of the women think him a lazy fuck. As if; he was a beast in the sheets and damn sure gave his partners a ride they’d never forget. Other times, she’d take control of them in the beginning, only to leave him to explain how he’d end up with his cock balls deep with a partner who hadn’t known he was fucking her.
“Pull up your skirt and bend over, Darcy. I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised with a lopsided grin, and watched as she hurriedly did as he bid her. Yeah, he had an image to uphold, one that many females sought him out to experience. He’d be damned if he didn’t live up to it now.
*~*~*
Ristan walked through the halls, his hand holding Bob, a battery operated baby that he’d gotten for Synthia. He was halfway down the corridor when Zahruk asked him to come to the armory through their mental link. He sighed as he started to glamour the doll away, only to catch Darynda as she moved in the same direction he was headed.
“Hey,” he said as he moved towards her with purpose. “Can you give this to Synthia? I’ve been trying to remember to give it to her for days. His name is Bob,” he said with a smile as Darynda looked the doll over and raised her eyes back to him.
“I can,” she whispered, and her eyes rested on him. “Am I beautiful?” she blurted with an uncertain look in her sparkling bluish green eyes. “You’ve never tried to be with me.”
“You’re very beautiful,” Ristan replied, uncertain where she was going with that statement. “Why do you ask?”
“Out of everyone here, you and your brothers have never tried to take me into the common rooms,” she replied.
He caught the look of hurt in her eyes, and he flinched.
“The common rooms, where we fuck women who want to be shared; those common rooms?” he asked, and decided this was a slippery slope, one he wasn’t going to slide down anytime soon.
“Zahruk was there last night, and when I asked him… Never mind, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you,” she said, and started to move away with the doll, but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her wrist.
“The women who enter those rooms become women we all share. Some of us share them a few times a day, if not more. Darynda, never enter one of the common rooms alone. If my brother hasn’t invited you, be glad for it,” Ristan replied with a soft shake of his head. “It’s a sign that he isn’t ready to share you. He’s different with you; take it as a good thing.”
He moved past Darynda and watched Ryder approach him slowly. He must have been on his way to summon Synthi
a, but paused as he caught sight of his brother. “Ryder,” Ristan said as he moved to him.
“Send Synthia to me; I’ll be in the throne room,” Ryder ordered and moved down the hallway, leaving Ristan to watch his broad frame as he continued on, as if he didn’t have time to walk the five steps to her bedroom door.
“Well, fucking hello to you too, brother,” Ristan murmured as he sent a silent message to Zahruk that something was up with Ryder. He shook his head, and wondered how Synthia would react to the nipple clamps and dream medallions he’d given to Ryder the day before.
His gift to them had been vibrating nipple clamps and dream sex. Seemed like something everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime, right? He smiled and shook his head; it was the least he could do for them. Synthia had been upset about the sex between them, mainly because she’d wanted Ryder to handle her like she wasn’t made of glass. This would stop the issue, and he had planned to enjoy Ryder’s reaction, which would have to wait now if Ryder was in a bad mood, since it was hard enough to get the guy to speak openly even when he was in a good mood.
He left the hallway and sifted to the armory, where Zahruk was creating new weapons with the God Bolts that a Changeling had used on Synthia before Ryder ended his pathetic existence. Ristan was fairly certain he still had a touch of recurring heartburn from that particular soul.
“Hey, what’s up?” Ristan asked, taking in Zahruk’s dark blonde head before he lifted his piercing blue eyes to meet Ristan’s.
“Fucking women, that’s what happening,” Zahruk grunted. “Ryder is giving Synthia and her little Human-ish opinions too much freedom. It’s becoming a bitch to keep her protected and safe in her delicate state.”