
Daemon's RevengeMarteeka Karland
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Daemon's Revenge
Marteeka Karland
Ariel's been bad. She's pushed her big vampire "fuck buddy" just a little too far and now she's in for the ride of her life. But will Daemon leave her heart intact, or will he demand all she has to give?
Revenge has never been so sweet.
"I'm gonna fuck you 'til neither of us can see straight!" Daemon was in no mood for games. "Then I'm gonna beat your ass 'til it's red, and fuck you some more! Tonight, you're my fucking whore."
For the first time since I'd met him, Daemon was really pissed. He was also horny as hell. His cock stood out from his body, proud and thick. The large mushroom head was purple and swollen, like he was literally about to pop.
He had me flat on my back on a table. There were metal clamps designed to hold my wrists to the floor in a Y above my head. My body bent double, my legs clamped next to my wrists. A very large pillow supported my back and ass. I was totally open for his every whim, and I wasn't averse to it at all. In fact, it made me pretty damned hot. I wanted him to use me, fuck me, in any way he saw fit, and I had a feeling that was exactly what I was going to get.
"You're gonna have to do more than talk, vampire. I don't think you're man enough to make me want you anymore."
Daemon roared until the pale blue veins stood out in his neck, his fists clenched so tightly blood trickled from his palms. Grabbing a bottle of lube on a table beside me, he squirted a glob onto his fingers, then shoved the tip of the bottle into my cunt and squeezed. The cool fluid gushed into my already wet pussy, and I almost cried out. I really needed to be fucked. I'm not talking about a slow-gentle-lovemaking fuck -- I'm talking a pound-my-pussy-into-oblivion-with-the-biggest-object-you-can-find fuck.
All the things Daemon had refused to give me because he believed in being gentle with women. It was that belief that kept him from making me officially his and from giving me what I wanted.
Bull fucking shit.
I wanted it nasty. I wanted Daemon unleashed.
"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then why hook up with that bloody werewolf? Why record the entire session of nasty on HD DVD and send it to me? Why send a note telling me if I wouldn't give you raunchy, you'd bloody get it somewhere else? As long as we've known each other, you had to have known that was the best way to get me to prove I can give you what you want." He bared his fangs and hissed.
He was right. For an impossibly dominant vampire male, there was no way my little package would have gone over very well.
Which got me where I was now: flat on my back, my arms and legs clamped to the floor, stretched out so far my shoulders felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets. My pussy and ass were both exposed completely, and there was nothing I could do to escape.
Right where I wanted to be.
It was hard to keep the grin of triumph off my face.
Daemon dropped to his knees, a wicked smile on his face. "You're going to wish you'd never messed with me, Ariel."
I sneered at him. "Give it your best shot. Besides, seeing me like this has you so fucking hot, you're about to explode right now."
"If I do, it will be all over that upturned twat and ass. I'm going to pump you so full of cum, you'll never get it out of you. And that's not counting the cum bath you're getting ready to get." He hissed and exposed his sharp fangs, an animal showing dominance. "Then I'm going to drink my fill. You'll be lucky if I stop before I've drained you."
Fucking hell yeah! Now, this was my nasty vampire.
"If you plan on fucking me, get to it. Otherwise --" I couldn't keep the eager grin from my face. "-- get Wolfe. I know he'll fuck the shit outta me."
Daemon bared his fangs again, just before he plunged three fingers into my already well-greased pussy. I hissed at him just to keep my whoop of triumph from springing out.
"Is that all you got?" I was really asking for it, but hell. I've never done anything halfway in my entire life! Why start now? "I thought you were going to fuck me."
"Little wench." He crammed a fourth finger into my cunt and twisted his hand back and forth, stuffing more of his fingers into my twat. With my body bent into the position it was, I had a perfect view of his large hand disappearing into my pussy. His thumb ground into my clit as he worked, stretching me so much it burned.
He squirted more lube around my cunt as he worked, taking his hand out only to return it even deeper. It was so fucking hot, I could have come right then.
But I didn't. I knew my vampire fuck buddy. He could push me almost beyond endurance if I let him. When he did, it would be so fanfuckingtastic I'd probably die from the orgasm.
But what a way to go!
"You want it, you got it."
Daemon's fangs lengthened. They stuck out over his bottom lip now, a sure sign he was both pissed and horny. He twisted his hand once more and slipped his thumb past my rim. It was only in to the first joint, but just the image of it was enough to set me off. My breathing quickened, and I was about to bear down and push through my orgasm when Daemon smacked me lightly on the cheek of my upturned ass.
"If you fucking come before I tell you to, I'll never touch you again!" His voice was quiet, but I had no illusion I'd get away with grinning and coming anyway like I usually did.
"Goddammit!" My scream of utter frustration echoed in the damp cavern he had me locked in. This was the perfect place for a little BDSM play. Just like I'd always imagined. "When I get out of this -- and I will get out -- I'm going to cut your balls off!"
"No, you won't. You love my cock too much." He kept moving his fingers in and out of my cunt with each word, literally screwing me. I expected to see his hand disappear, leaving only his wrist outside my body, but he stopped short of that. "Does it hurt?"
"Hell, yeah, it hurts!" It burned, but this whole thing was so erotic, I really didn't care. It made my pussy cream more.
"Good." He pulled his fingers out until only the tips remained, then slid it home again. Over and over, harder and harder, Daemon pounded my cunt mercilessly. "Before this night's over, you'll beg me to either stop, or let you come. And I'm going to let my buddies watch."
My head snapped up to look at him. When I heard male laughter coming from the left, I jerked my head that way. Five of the biggest, meanest looking vampires I'd ever seen stood in various stages of undress looking at me. A couple of them pulled on their own massive cocks.
"You see them, Ariel?" Talk about a dumb question! How could I not see them? "They're going to watch me fuck you in every hole you have. When I'm done, they're going to get their turn." He rammed his fingers particularly hard into me and snarled. "Then when they're ready, every one of them is going to shoot his load somewhere on your body."
He pulled his fingers from my dripping pussy and spread the lube and my own juices onto his cock. Then, taking the bottle once again, he squirted a large dollop onto my asshole. Smearing the cool fluid around and around, he dipped two fingers into my ass to push the lube around the inside. Without another word, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass.
At first, I fought him -- not because I didn't want it, but from sheer instinct. He smacked my inner thigh, not hard, but enough to sting.
"Push out against me. I want in that tight ass." His gravelly words were lust-filled and harsh. He smacked my thigh again. "I like the sound of slapping your flesh. I can't wait to spank you. I might even do it before these guys fuck you. I might let them do it." He sank into my ass about halfway before pulling out and pushing in again. In two long strokes, he was buried to the balls.
He knelt there a moment, whether adjusting himself to the new sensations or allowing me to, I didn't know -- he'd never fucked my ass before. It wasn't long before he was moving slowly, then faster, then surging into my ass with as much vigor as he ever had my pussy. I screamed...
Several times, actually.
"Fucking hell! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!"
"Nasty slut!" He smacked my ass again. It stung, but erotically so. Funny, that. "You need to learn manners. And you will. Even if I have to beat them into you." He smacked my leg. Then my ass. "Whore!" He shouted at me. "Is this how you want to be treated? I can do it. I gave you nothing but respect, but I can certainly use you as a fuck toy if you want. My dirty little fuck toy! AHHHHH!"
He came. Hard, by the sound of it. He smacked my leg again, harder this time, and pumped my ass full of his hot, sticky cum.
"Goddamn!" His curse was loud and echoed through the cavern, followed by the groans and chuckles of the sexy vamps all around us. "That's some good ass, gentlemen."
"Looked like good pussy, too, Daemon," one of them said. This one was blond, where the others were dark of hair and skin, and he didn't bother to try and hide his fangs. "I want some."
"She's yours, then. Take what you want. I'll decide if I want what's left." He looked me in the eyes. "If she comes before I tell her to, I'll let you all keep her."
Now, what self-respecting vamp could resist a challenge like that? I was definitely in for the fucking of my life.
The blond bent down and rubbed his stiffening prick in the mess around my pussy and ass, rubbing my clit several times in the process. His cock slid easily along the groove. It was exceedingly large and veiny, and very long -- most vampire cocks I'd seen were -- but this one was an exception even among vampires. He didn't look much smaller than a woman's forearm, though it was probably my imagination. I was a tad keyed up by this point. This was probably going to hurt, but that was OK. I wanted to be hurt.
Hurt and fucked!
"You were definitely right, Daemon." The big blond grinned as he took the bottle of lube and smeared his cock with its contents. "She's one hot little tart." He circled the head around my clit a time or two before spanking it several times with his cock. Chuckling, he plunged into my cunt with one smooth stroke. I hissed. "Oh, yeah, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll beg me to take you from Daemon."
"Give it your best shot. Better men than you have tried. I only scream for exceptional fuck buddies." I looked directly at Daemon and licked my lips. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.
The blond's smile was positively wicked, and full of mischief. He was enjoying the hell out of this. When he pulled out and plunged back into my pussy, I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming. His girth was enormous, and even though Daemon had stretched me quite thoroughly a little while ago, the length of him was still a shock.
He didn't let me get adjusted, either -- he kept plunging in over and over all the way to the balls. Casually, he brushed my clit as he pounded my cunt with enough force to shake my entire body. Sweat slicked his skin and dripped occasionally onto me as his forceful thrusts took my breath. Positioned as I was, there was no way I could meet his thrusts. I couldn't grasp his hips with my hands or my legs. All I could do was lie there and take whatever he chose to dish out.
Like I minded!
"Is this what you wanted?" I jumped when Daemon hissed near my ear. I hadn't realized he'd moved so close to me. "If I'd known being treated like a whore got you off, I'd have passed you around years ago."
"You don't have a clue even now, do you? Are you intentionally not getting it or are you just stupid?" I spat the words with as much venom as I could muster, given the fact that I was holding off coming by sheer force of will. Yeah, I was turned on beyond belief, but I was also frustrated. It wasn't having sex in front of his buddies or having sex with anyone other than him that had me hot. It was the nasty talk. The kinky position. The tying me up and having his wicked way with me. The smacking my ass. All the things I'd always loved until Daemon had refused to give them to me.
"Oh really? I just bet if I bit you right now, you'd come so hard you'd squeeze Vlad's cock in two with the force of your climax."
"Not a chance. You could never get me off with just a bite. You'd just piss me off because you know I hate being vampire fodder. Go find a willing slut to feed off of."
"Oh, but I don't need a willing slut." He darted his tongue into my ear as he spoke. "I have you. Helpless. Right here. And I'm going to feed from you, whether you like it or not."
"Tight pussy, Daemon." The big blond, Vlad, sounded strained. "If you decide you don't want her, I can definitely use her in my stable." His face was getting redder by the second, and I knew he was close to coming.
"Is that all you've got, boy bitch?" It was all I could do not to gasp the words out, the pleasure-pain was so intense. "I would have thought that man meat between your legs would have split me in two, but I can see you don't know how to use it."
"Bitch!"
"Eunuch!"
The look on Vlad's face was priceless. I almost laughed out loud, but I didn't want to spoil the moment. Or get really hurt. I had a feeling that until now, this had all been a game for the others, if not Daemon. Now it was personal.
"You go too far, Ariel!" Daemon sounded furious, but his features were so clouded with lust it was hard to tell.
"Same goes for you. You couldn't get me off if you tried. Even now, it's taking two of you to get me this close. Maybe if some of your other buddies --"
With a roar loud enough to make my ears ring, Daemon bared his fangs and lunged for my neck. He sank them deep and pulled hard as Vlad continued to fuck me with a vengeance, and it wasn't long before he, too, dipped his head -- to my breast -- and sank his canines deep into the fleshy globe. The feeling of euphoria was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. The pleasure was still there, though muffled dramatically, and any hint of pain faded away into the background of lust. It was as though my body was numb except for the intense need to climax, though physical sensation no longer applied. After a while, I could feel my face slacken, and it was too much effort to even strain my muscles to reach for the orgasm I really, really wanted. I was as limp as a rag doll.
Then it started.
Now, you've got to understand. All this bullshit people feed you about a vampire's bite being erotic and sexually stimulating is just that. Bullshit. A vampire's bite is just like any other bite. It fucking hurts! And I was completely honest when I told Daemon I didn't like being bit. He knew it, and knew why. I've only let him once, and that was another time when I was so sexually excited that the pain didn't matter.
Which is the funny thing about a vampire bite. If you fight it, or a vampire simply walks up to you and bites you, there's nothing but pain. Excruciating pain, since he's biting deep enough and hard enough to puncture a blood vessel. However -- and this is the really cool part -- if both the vampire and the human he's feeding from are completely drowning in sexual excitement, there's a drug that the vampire releases from his fangs when he bites that mixes with all those little endorphins in a human's blood. The more the better. The hormones mix, and the result for the human is ecstasy.
Complete and total ecstasy!
And that's what I felt. My world tilted. Stars danced behind my eyes, my neck and breast throbbed with both pleasure and pain, and both of those sensations shot straight to my cunt.
And I'll be a son of a bitch if that fucking Vlad didn't make it worse. About the time Daemon bit me, Vlad pulled out of my cunt and plunged his fingers into my asshole.
That would have been enough, had it been the only thing going on, to toss me over the edge into the most powerful orgasm of my life. But there were four more men around me. All off them were jerking off, getting hard watching me get the fucking of my life.
OK, so not all of them were jerking off. Two of them took that opportunity, the one where I was helpless and fighting with everything I could muster not to come, to latch their mouths onto my other breast and the other side of my neck. They both bit deep.
That same rush of complete and utter bliss shot through my body.
"Fucking hell!"
"Yeah," one of the vamps standing over me said eagerly. "Make her come so I can keep her like this all the fucking time." He jerked on his stiff dick as he spoke, eyeing me like a piece of candy.
"I need a fuck toy. Make the little human come." The other one had a cock even longer and thicker than Vlad's or Daemon's. He stroked himself and his hand couldn't completely circle it. Just the thought of him cramming that thing into my cunt made me cream even more.
Damn, I loved this!
He stroked himself faster, massaging his balls. "Yeah, Vlad. Cram your hand in her ass. Fuck her raw." His growl excited me even more. He was a wild one. "You see this vamp meat? You're going to get fucked with it so hard, it'll split you in two. And when you bleed --" His hand moved faster and faster as he spoke. "-- I'll drink from your fucked and bleeding cunt."
A shiver ran through my body at that particular visual. I knew this was the reason some vampires sought out virgins, but when the other vampire in the background made a subtle step in front of him, I knew he wouldn't act on that little fantasy even if he wanted to.
It took another thirty seconds, but the hung vamp pushed his hips forward, strained so much the veins stood out on his neck, and finally threw his head back and roared. A thick, powerful stream of cum shot from his dick and hit my face first, then my chest -- in between my breasts -- and finally my belly. "Son of a bitch!" He continued to stroke himself, squeezing cum from the tip of his dick with each stroke before kneeling down and forcing as much of himself down my throat as he could.
I gagged a couple of times, but finally relaxed my muscles enough to take him. He fucked my mouth until I felt him start to get hard again. Dampness seeped from my mouth from the hard pounding he was giving me, but it only added to my excitement.
I loved dirty sex with a passion!
"Fucking bitch. Fucking slut!" Vlad plunged his cock back into my pussy, his dick swelling in his excitement. I knew he was close to coming, so I added the only stimulation to him I could. I clamped down on his dick with my inner muscles. "Oh, yeah!" His shout drowned the moans and grunts and dirty comments of the other men in the room as he pulled out and pumped a load of cum onto my upturned ass and pussy.
"Hot little human, isn't she?" Daemon raised his head. Blood gushed from my neck, but he licked the gash he'd torn when he punctured my vein, which sealed the laceration. The other two did the same.
The last vampire, who had yet to touch me, crouched between my legs and bit my swollen clit sharply before sucking it into his mouth and plunging four of his fingers into my pussy. Once again, I was being filled to the brim with the richness of him.
Yeah, that was lame. But at this point, I couldn't think straight for needing to come. I kept my sanity by counting backwards from one hundred, making up little haiku poems. Anything to do what Daemon demanded and not come.
You see how desperate I was?
It wasn't long before vamp-sucks-good-clit let my little nub pop out of his mouth. When he stood up, I got the shock of my life.
Two! He had two dicks! One right below the other and slightly smaller in both girth and length. I couldn't keep the gasp from falling from my lips.
"Well, finally. A surprise for my little fuck toy." Daemon looked and sounded terribly pleased with himself. "I take it you didn't know vampires came from other worlds." Fucking prick. But at this moment, I loved him for it.
"I bet I can make her come with both these crammed up inside her." The vamp about to fuck both my holes had a tube of lubricant with which he liberally greased himself. Err, both of himself. He was right, unfortunately. I was so close to coming already. This was sure to push me over the edge. In a big way. "Untie her." That surprised me. "I want those human claws of hers digging into my back when I take her."
The ties were released, and my legs were dead weight. I'd been in the cramped position for so long it was hard to get moving again. The vamp smacked the side of my right thigh smartly and chuckled when I yelped.
"On your hands and knees, whore."
"Can I get some circulation back in my legs first? I'm not sure I can stay upright if I don't."
"I only need your ass in the air long enough to cram myself inside you. After that, I could really care less if you're on your knees or flat on your belly. I'll be fucking you either way."
I did as he instructed, my legs trembling -- both with excitement and weakness. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and kneaded as he muttered, "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah."
Behind me, I heard Daemon speaking softly. "If you really hurt her, Sven, I'll kill you right here."
"I thought you wanted her hurt, Daemon. Isn't that why you brought us here?"
One of the others chuckled. "Well, he did, but you know what a softie Daemon is when it comes to this little wench. More likely, he did this to give her her fantasies without seeming like he was giving in."
Shock rolled through me. Well, I'll be goddamned!
"Daemon?" I looked over my shoulder to see a furious Daemon glaring at the impertinent vamp.
"You'd do well to not listen to lesser vampires, Ariel. They seldom know the minds of their superiors."
Shock still rolled through me when I felt Sven enter me. First his larger, primary cock slid snugly into my ass, making me groan. Then I felt the smaller secondary cock probe my pussy before sliding in easily. He retreated only to plunge home once more, and this time I felt his flesh against my naked ass.
"Hot and tight. Just how I like 'em."
Hot and tight was right. I was full to bursting! There was absolutely no fucking way I was going to be able to hold off coming for long.
My forearms were on the floor, taking most of my weight, and my ass was high in the air, taking all of Sven's cocks. What more could a girl ask for? I squeezed my inner muscles, and I thought Sven was going to explode right there.
"Goddammit! Ahh!" He slapped my ass three times in succession before brutally pounding himself into me. "Fucking slut! Squeeze me again!" Which I happily obliged. Again, he smacked my ass cheek. This time, it smarted, but he didn't let up. I knew my ass was probably glowing from his swats, but I didn't care.
I loved every second of it.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Daemon was in front of me. He grabbed me by my hair and tugged my head up to look at him. "Are you ready?"
"I -- ready for what?"
"You said in that video you wanted to be so crammed full of cock, you almost split in two. Are you ready to be stuffed that full?"
"Oh, sweet Light, yes!" I was so aroused, I couldn't keep up the bad girl pretense. I needed him. I needed Daemon. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was sure I would enjoy it.
"Then suck my dick."
He got to his knees, then sat back on his heels and pulled my head to his engorged erection. I sucked him for all I was worth, gagging myself several times and letting the resulting saliva run down my chin. When he groaned and gripped my hair tighter, I pulled back and spat at his cock.
"Sonofabitch!" Daemon croaked. "Deep throat me again before I fuck you."
I've never been one to disappoint.
His cock was thick and long, but somehow I managed to take him to the balls, though it felt like I was going to suffocate. When I gagged, he held me fast, not letting me up until I gagged a second time, even harder.
"Now you're going to get what you asked for."
Daemon slid underneath me, supporting my weight on his torso, his cock trapped between my body and his. I gasped. Where else was there for him to go? I was already almost unbearably full as it was.
"I'd grease myself, but I think there's enough lube and your own juices as it is. Besides, I want it to burn a little." His grin was positively wicked.
When I felt the probe of his cock at my already stuffed pussy, my eyes bulged. "You can't be serious?"
"Deadly, my dear. Deadly."
When Sven pulled out to the head, Daemon positioned himself at my cunt and slid in with Sven in one slow, smooth motion.
"Fuck! That hurts, Daemon!" I struggled a moment before Daemon reached behind me and smacked my already burning ass. Hard.
"Focus on me!" His growl was filled with sexual hunger. The pale blue veins stood out on his neck, and sweat dotted his face. "Push out against us and let us in."
I took a few deep breaths, and did as he said. After all, if I could take all his fingers, I could manage a couple of cocks.
Sure enough, after a couple of thrusts, they were both working inside me steadily. The sensation was incredible! They moved independently of each other, sliding out only to return. Daemon worked me slowly, while Sven pounded rapidly, sawing both of his cocks into my ass and cunt.
Both men were breathing deep and hard, but neither showed signs of coming just yet. I screamed for two reasons. Yes, it burned, and I might have screamed anyway -- just for effect -- but I needed to come in the worst way. Every time I tried to grind myself into Daemon's pubic bone, he pushed me away a fraction of an inch because he knew what I was trying to do.
"Oh, no, my little wench. I have one more surprise for you."
Honestly, I wasn't sure I could take any more surprises at this point.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he fisted a hand in my hair and pulled me down for a kiss. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, lapping and nipping the inside of my mouth, my tongue, and my lips. Both men kept plunging into me with equal urgency, though Sven's strokes were more erratic and desperate. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Sven pulled out, gave a great shout, and spilled his seed all over my back and ass.
"Fucking hell!" Droplets of sweat fell from Sven's skin to my back and mingled with his cum. I felt sticky, sore, and frustrated. This was fun, but it wasn't what I wanted anymore. I wasn't exactly sure what I did want, but it wasn't this.
Daemon rolled me over, hooked my legs around his hips. With a driving force I'd never felt from him, he plunged into my cunt over and over. He looked directly into my eyes, not letting me look away from him. I'd never seen him like this. I loved it, but it was scary in a way. If he really had written me off, as he said he had, this man could really, seriously hurt me. He was not only physically capable of it, but as a vampire, he thrived on the violence. I knew all this and thought I wanted this man on the verge of out of control. "On the verge" was all I wanted. I didn't want him so mad at me he took it farther than I was able to go.
I was surprised to hear my own whimper and bit my lip to prevent any other sound of weakness. Immediately his pounding lessened. His gaze was still hard and almost violent in its intensity, but he seemed to understand my distress. The only question was, how would he act on it?
He still thrust into me vigorously, but with less ferocity than before. The rigid control he'd so often exhibited was back in place, though not as firmly as usual. Sweat beaded on his brow, and I could tell his holding back was taking more effort than normal. He was as turned on as I was, yet still seemed to have my comfort foremost in his mind. It surprised the hell out of me, but I couldn't help but smile. To which he growled viciously.
It didn't take long before his breathing became erratic and his strokes shorter and faster. With a great shout, Daemon came deep inside me. I wanted to come also, but he reached between us as I was about to explode and shielded my clit from contact with his body.
If I could have moved, I'd have cheerfully killed him. His weight on top of me prevented much movement, but I did yank a handful of silky hair in my frustration.
"Wench."
"Asshole. Why did you do that?"
"I told you," he growled softly. "You will not come until I tell you."
All the men around us were grunting and making raucous comments, stroking themselves and obviously expecting there was more to come. This had been great -- exactly what I'd wanted -- but I was to the point I wasn't sure I cared if I came. I just wanted a bath and to curl up and go to sleep. I had no doubt my relationship with Daemon would continue, I just didn't know in what capacity.
"Get out!" Daemon roared at everyone. He was still firmly imbedded in my cunt with no obvious plans to leave. He pulled my body off the floor -- my legs still wrapped around his waist. Thank God, because I wasn't sure I had the strength to support myself. My legs were heavy from the cramped positioning for so long. My inner thighs were beginning to really ache and were so weak I was sure I couldn't walk had he expected me to.
"But you said..."
"Never mind what I said! I'm telling you now to get the fuck out!" Had I been a bit braver, I would have giggled. My big vampire wasn't as much a bad guy as he wanted me to believe.
He showed his raw strength by standing with my dead weight wrapped around him. Several long strides later, he carried me into a dimly lit room off the main room in this cave. He turned and uttered an incantation at the door before continuing. He did that at least a dozen times through as many different rooms deeper and deeper into the cave.
Then it hit me. This was his sanctuary. His sanctuary! Vampires did not let just anyone into any part of their sanctuary and no one this deep unless they planned to mate with them... or kill them. That told me that he trusted every supernatural creature here tonight with his life. So what did that say about me? At this point, I wasn't sure what to hope for. I was so physically drained and emotionally confused I just wanted to sleep and give my poor brain a rest.
Daemon didn't say a word. He was still buried to the hilt inside me, but I could feel him softening. It was a very personal sensation that somehow seemed more intimate than anything we'd ever shared. His arms held me close and I fancied it was more than simply carrying me from room to room to where he wanted me. From the moment I'd agreed to the sexual arrangement we had with each other, I'd wanted more from Daemon. He dominated my fantasies, and I'd not taken any other lovers until I taped myself with Wolfe. Even then, my heart wasn't in it and I'd not orgasmed, no matter what I'd said on the DVD. That belonged to Daemon. Only to Daemon.
I wanted to look at him, to see his eyes and know what he was thinking. Daemon had never been able to hide his true feelings from me. All I had to do was look into his eyes and he was an open book. Of course, he could probably say the same thing about me. He had one arm tightly around my waist, the other at my back, and when I tried to lift my head to look into his eyes, the hand at my back moved to my head to force it back to his shoulder. Apparently he wasn't ready for me to know his heart just yet.
He didn't let me raise my head until we reached a pool of steaming water. The room was pleasantly humid and just breathing in the vapors seemed to take some of the soreness from my body.
Daemon stepped into the pool and sank us slowly until the water lapped at his waist. He eased to the other side where I could see a rock ledge. He sat, submerging himself to the chest, me to just past my waist. I unwrapped my legs from his body to brace my weight on my knees. He still didn't let me go or even relax his hold on me, and for a while we simply sat there. He occasionally stroked my back, but otherwise the only movement was our gentle breathing. His cock never softened enough to slip from my body on its own.
I was just about to doze off when Daemon lifted me gently to the side of the pool out of the water. Still he didn't look at me, only took a nearby cloth and some cleansing gel, parted my legs gently, and wiped the remaining lube and semen from between them.
Once it was done to his satisfaction, he pulled me back into the pool with him. I sat across his lap, and he wrapped his arms around my body to pull me close to him. He sat back against the wall of the pool then, cuddling me into his chest with my head lying on his shoulder. I gave one involuntary, contented sigh before I closed my eyes and let the darkness wash over me.
I awoke to the sweetest sensation of Daemon kissing and nuzzling my neck and throat. My head had fallen back across his arm, exposing my neck to him as I would normally never have done. He's a vampire, remember? The last thing I would ever have done was give him access to that particular portion of my anatomy.
Now, it didn't bother me. I simply opened my eyes lazily and stretched. I wrapped an arm around him and held him lightly to me. He rumbled a lazy approval before latching onto me with more vigor. He nipped my neck lightly -- probably to see how I'd react -- before laving the slight sting with his tongue to soothe the ache in the most delicious way.
"We need to talk, Ariel."
I sighed. I just knew this contentment couldn't last for long. I also knew he was right.
"I know. I was just enjoying the aftermath." I winced when I shifted. I was already sore with every move of my thighs. It felt like I'd been too long in the saddle. Which, I guess, I had been. Kinda.
"I can see that." His deep rumbling voice filled me with warmth even more than the comforting water. It amazed me how he could be the rough, aggressive vampire, yet return so swiftly to the caring, gentle man I fell in love with. What is it they say about the grass being greener? Or was it the ass being sweeter. I could never remember.
"Look." He shifted his hold on me to allow my legs to spread a bit so they didn't hurt so badly. "I enjoyed myself, I won't lie. It was a relief to finally let loose my baser sexual nature, but I can't do that again." I opened my mouth, to tell him he didn't have to, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. "All the vampires and other creatures there tonight were men I trust with my life, but even they might have done more damage than pleasure to you had I not been there to control them." He looked away from me then, looking exceedingly uncomfortable. "Besides that, I didn't like them touching you as much as I thought I might."
"It's OK, Daemon..." I started but again, he laid a finger to my lips and shook his head.
"Later. Right now, I need to undo some of the damage done to you tonight."
"I'm fine. Really."
"I said, later."
He lifted me and stood, rising out of the water again. He carried me to a small table lined with a cotton-covered pad and a sheet and comforter folded neatly at the foot. He stood me beside it and dried me carefully before urging me to lie down. He placed a soft pillow under my head and knees and walked around me.
"Are you cold?"
"You saw the goose bumps, huh?" I tried to lighten the mood, but he didn't smile. Instead, he pulled the covers from the bottom of the bed up my body to cover me from toes to throat.
"Just relax. Don't speak. I have some things I want to say, and I don't want you to interrupt me. When I'm finished, you can have your say."
I nodded and closed my eyes. He lifted the comforter from one leg and bared the limb to the knee. To my surprise, he started kneading my foot and toes with gentle, sure motions, working up my leg. His hands were slick with a warm oil. Its light, minty scent wafted gently around me. He didn't say a word, just continued until he moved the cover again to bare my thigh. More oil and he worked his way up almost to my hip. The motions were anything but sexual, and soon the tension seemed to melt away. I sighed contentedly as he covered me up, moving on to the next leg.
I expected him to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he just kept working my muscles with a tender hand. I relaxed so much just concentrating on how wonderful it felt to have those muscles massaged, I almost fell asleep. Once he'd finished with the other leg, however, he covered me up again and moved to my hand and arm.
"I'm not letting you go, Ariel," he started. My eyes flew open, and I focused on his piercing green ones. "I'm not letting you go, and I'm not sharing you ever again. Do you understand?"
His words didn't fit his actions. His movements on my hand and fingers as he kneaded and worked each finger, my hand, and forearm, didn't hesitate in the slightest. It was almost as if he didn't really expect an answer. I got the feeling he didn't really care what my answer was. He'd made a statement of fact, and that was that. It brought back all that sexual tension he'd so painstakingly gotten rid of. I'm not sure if that was his intended purpose, but there it was.
"This little adventure did provide me with some much-needed information about you though. You do indeed need it rough sometimes. You need me on the verge of losing control. It excites you beyond anything I could ever do otherwise, and you need that excitement from time to time." He finished working on my upper arm and laid it gently back on the table. Then he moved around to my other arm and started the process all over again.
"You can only take so much, though," he continued, pulling at each finger and digging his thumbs gently into the palm of my hand. "You need the gentle lovemaking as much as you need the rough fucking. Truth is, I need them both, too, and I promise not to hold back on you anymore. You've definitely made your point."
Again, he laid my arm down. This time he moved behind me, smoothed my hair to lie over the end of the table out of his way. A bit more warm oil, and he worked my shoulders. His thumbs moved along my collarbone while his fingers dug into my back, loosening all those tight muscles.
He didn't say anything else for a long time. All the while he kneaded my upper back and shoulders, he didn't say anything or even make eye contact. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he knew he was making me hot again with all his possessive talk and promises of exactly the kind of sex I craved from him. He was trying to bring me back down. Ground me. It was probably for the best because it sounded like I needed my head clear for the next step.
Again, gradually, I relaxed. I closed my eyes and let him soothe my aching muscles. Considering how much my arms and shoulders had been stretched when clamped to the floor, his ministrations felt like heaven. The slight fragrance made me want to inhale deeper to catch the scent. I loved the smell of mint.
"Turn over." His voce was soft, whisper thin, as if he was trying not to break the spell he knew he'd created. I obeyed and he pulled the cover down to my waist, baring my back.
His hands glided firmly, soothingly over my back, up and down each side of my spine. I couldn't stop the groan when he got to the base of my spine. His firm touch was painful against my tight muscles, but it was a soothing pain. Thirty seconds and the pain lessened, and I could feel my muscles relax under his hands.
"See? Your body is protesting all I put it through." He sounded both apologetic and angry. It kind of made me wonder if both emotions were aimed at me. "Can you understand why I didn't want to subject you to all that?"
"I know you told me to be quiet and listen, Daemon, but I have to tell you this." Still, he didn't stop his work on my back. It no longer hurt so badly. In fact, I felt better than I'd felt in weeks. My whole body was relaxed and refreshed. "I completely understand why you wanted to protect me, but can you understand I need a little adventure? Some excitement and even every now and then, a hint of danger? Something just a little exciting."
Daemon whipped the cover back and flipped me to my back so fast I barely had time to let out a squeal before he climbed on the narrow table and covered my body with his bigger one.
"I think I can manage that." And he kissed me.
OK, so "kiss" isn't exactly the word I'm looking for. Yes, he pressed his lips against mine, but it was more than that. He took my mouth with so much emotion, I wanted to laugh, cry, and fuck his brains out all at the same time.
He was dominant, yet vulnerable. I knew he had more to say, and he was afraid. Of what, I didn't have a clue, but there was still tension in him. He was so tense, it was almost obscene for him to have helped me relax this much. So I simply enjoyed what he did and kissed him back with all the love I held in my heart for him. I tried to tell him that, no matter what had him so concerned, it would be OK. I'd still love him.
And I did love him. Everything about him. I hadn't told him before because I knew that I could never be anything more to him than a lover. Vampires only mated with their own kind. They mated forever, and a human didn't live that long. He'd said he wasn't letting me go, but what did he mean by that? I wanted to ask, but I wanted him to keep on kissing me like this forever, too.
With a subtle move of his hips and a shifting of his legs, he entered me in one swift stroke. I cried out in surprise, but he didn't let go of my mouth. Daemon surged into me over and over again. His driving need seemed to meet my own, and I wrapped my legs around him, holding him to me. I met his thrusts with my own. My body still ached, but this felt too good to stop.
His muscles rippled underneath my hands where I touched him, and I marveled that he'd chosen me instead of the countless other, less complicated women he could have had. I had no doubt he cared for me -- otherwise we wouldn't have been in this position to begin with. But having come this far, I wasn't about to let it end there.
I wanted more. I wanted Daemon. Now and forever. I'd always wanted him.
"You're mine, Ariel. You've always been mine."
"Then why didn't you claim me?" I dug my nails into his back, and he grunted, driving into me harder.
"Because I wouldn't turn you until I knew you were ready and not until I knew you were mine."
Now, I was definitely his. I'd loved him since the first night we'd made love. For all my blustering and all the things I'd done that had led us to this night, it was his gentleness and attentiveness to my needs that had endeared him to me in the first place. But I didn't like him assuming that.
"What makes you think either of those things? Remember what I did with Wolfe?"
He leaned down and bit me sharply on the neck. I yelped. Yeah. Being bit by a vampire hurt like hell when he wanted it to.
"Because the excitement for you burned out before all the kink could. You were ready to call it a night long before I actually did."
"So, what do we do now?"
"Now, I turn you, if that's what you want. You'll be pretty much immortal, but there's a catch."
"And that is?"
"Once I turn you, make you a vampire, your life will be forever linked with mine. There is no 'divorce.' I won't let you go." His words were final, but his expression was more vulnerable than I'd ever seen from him.
"Are you... nervous, Daemon?" It was almost laughable. My big, strapping, scary vampire was nervous. He growled at me, flashing his teeth slightly. "You are. Daemon, the man scarier than the big bad wolf, is afraid I'll reject him."
He flexed his hips, and suddenly I didn't feel like laughing anymore. Screaming in pleasure, maybe, but not laughing.
"I just want you to know what you're getting yourself into."
"Daemon." I cupped his face in both my hands. "I've wanted this since our first night together. I can't explain why I feel this way, but we were meant to be together. Besides. Who else would put up with me leaving my dirty underwear beside the bed every night instead of putting them in the hamper?"
He snorted. "Certainly not Wolfe."
"Are you kidding? He's a bigger slob than me."
"I could have told you that. You're not the only one with a taste for kink, my dear."
"Ohmigod! So he was telling the truth! You were lovers!"
"Well, 'lovers' is probably too strong a term. I'd say fuck buddies was more accurate."
"Like us?" He'd used that term to describe us several times. Funny, but it stung to think that was all I meant to him. Being called his dirty little whore wasn't half as bad as being a "fuck buddy." He'd been possessive about the former.
He sighed. "Yeah. Like us." When I opened my mouth to call him an ass, he kissed me until I almost forgot why I wanted to call him an ass. "Look, Ariel. Wolfe told me about all this before I got your DVD." Again, I opened my mouth to call him and Wolfe an ass, but this time he only stilled my protest with a finger against my lips. "Thank him for helping me make it possible for you to live out your fantasy. And for making me see that little stunt was your way of letting me know how unhappy you were. You thought I didn't want to commit. I didn't want to get more attached to you. I've been a vampire for a long time. I'm used to thinking of forever as, well, forever. You're human. Finite. Forever is a long time, you know, but until you've lived a couple thousand years, you don't fully appreciate the concept."
"Well, when you put it like that, I can understand your concern."
He smiled at me and stroked my cheek. "You're a remarkable woman. I believe you do understand."
Again, he dipped his head and kissed me. This time, however, he moved his hips slowly, leisurely. He let the pleasure build gradually until my whole lower body tingled, and I just knew my pussy flooded his balls with the moisture pooling there.
"Oh, my." My voice was husky. Daemon definitely knew what I liked, what I needed.
"Indeed." He sounded as strained as I did.
We moved together, as one. I wrapped my legs around him tightly and met him thrust for thrust and it wasn't long before orgasm began.
My whole body tingled, centered at the spot where our bodies joined. When the spasms started, I screamed.
And screamed and screamed.
Daemon had always satisfied me physically, but this was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My vision narrowed to only Daemon's beautiful face. Well, that and the stars dancing around him, blanketing my vision. My whole body tingled with the spasms. My pussy contracted around him, milking him for all he had to give.
I think Daemon made some noise too, but I couldn't seem to concentrate beyond my own body. All the sexual tension that had built throughout the day released in one stupendous orgasm.
We clung to each other, a mutual comfort. I didn't want this moment to end. Daemon nuzzled my neck. "Better?" he murmured.
"Much." I still held him, but he pushed himself back so he could look at me.
"You will be my mate, Ariel. I'll convince you to let me turn you, and you'll be mine forever." Daemon was out of breath, and he looked so disarmed and vulnerable it was hard to imagine he was one of the most feared vampires in the preternatural world.
I smiled. Then giggled. Then wrapped my arms around him and laughed in pure delight. "Oh, Daemon." I had to wipe tears from my eyes. It was the ultimate irony. I'd never even once thought of asking him to change me. I'm not even sure I ever entertained the possibility that he could change me. "Of all the things, Daemon, I didn't expect that."
"I don't see anything so damned funny." Daemon rolled himself from the table and scooped me up in his arms. He reached the pool in five long strides and sank back into the warm water.
"It's funny because this is what I've wanted since that first night. You completed me like nothing and no one else ever has." I took his face in my hands. "I love you, Daemon. I have for a long time."
The tension drained from his face, and his body relaxed. He rarely ever smiled, but when he did, it always warmed me inside and out.
"That's all I needed to hear."
He bent his head to mine and nuzzled my neck. He licked and sucked and licked some more. I braced for the inevitable bite, but it never came.
"What are you waiting for?"
"What do you mean?" He continued to tease me, fueling my desire as expertly as always.
"Don't you have to bite me or something to change me?"
"Oh. That." He licked a path from the juncture of my neck and shoulder to my ear. "I did that a long time ago. The only thing needed to complete your transformation was a willing admission of love from you."
I blinked. "You mean that's it? I don't have to drink your blood or anything gross like that?"
"You've been reading too many stories. Vampires aren't made in violence, Ariel. They're made in love."
"Well, when do I get my fangs?" I felt kind of foolish asking, but it seemed like an important question.
Daemon chuckled, then grinned. "Next time you're angry. Or aroused."
"Oh, Daemon." I threw my arms around him and hugged him fiercely. "That's so beautiful."
"Yeah, yeah. We're all romantic at heart." He let me hold him for a few moments before looking at me and smiling. "We generally don't like for that part to get out. Would ruin our reputation."
We both laughed lightly. "Yes, I suppose it would." I kissed him tenderly on the mouth, savoring the moment. I truly loved him with all my heart. "I love you, Daemon. I confess, I thought your revenge for my little game might turn out a bit differently."
"Well, I admit I considered letting it go -- letting you go -- but I couldn't. I love you, Ariel. With everything that I am. You're special to me, and revenge has never been so sweet."
I grinned mischievously. "Wanna do it again?"
Marteeka Karland
Marteeka Karland is an ordinary woman with an overactive imagination. Thank God for a computer, or tape recorder, or pen and paper... whatever she can create a story with! Her husband sometimes thinks she's nuts and asks her every time she gets frustrated with her latest deadline, "Is it really worth all this?" And every time, she answers, "HELL YES!"
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