Brolach (Demon #1) (2 page)

Lucas came closer and Mia tried to move away even as Fred took liberties with her entrance, testing her heat, he pushed a finger into her deep heated wetness and she shuddered at his revolting touch. She was a female demon, not some bone for all the rabid half-breeds to fuck when they'd done well on their nefarious errands for Lucas. “I would, and well you know it.”

They stared at each other while Fred dug around in her snatch, trying to stuff two fingers inside her.

Mia's eyes broke away from Lucas' first and she huffed her displeasure, moving her legs apart and the human removed the offending digits and lowered himself on top of her. His pathetic penis found her easily and she smiled, her eyes meeting those of Lucas over the minion's shoulder.

She read the expression on Lucas' face and was pleased. Fred would get that dick scorched off his body. And more.

Fred plunged inside Mia in a sure stroke of desire without logic, his penis giving a lustful surge of increased hardness as the demon female gasped at the aggressive entry that impaled her. Then the burning began and Fred tried to pull out, thinking the pain would soften him. It did not, his dick became like a flagpole on fire as he tore it out of the female to seek relief.

But it didn't come as Mia lifted her hips and sucked his raging cock back into her scalding hole and Fred howled against her, unable to stop fucking her, he drove himself against her... again and again until a numbness stole over his prick and he screamed for mercy.

There was none.

Mia did not listen, but met the thrusts that he could no longer feel, though his cock remained harder than it should have been.

Lucas' tail came from around his back as he watched Fred pump himself into the full-blood demon female and readied his phallus at the end of his tail. Lucas never gave reward for free.

Fred should have been aware.

As Fred howled in frustrated lust, his dick a burning nightmare that was attached to his body, Lucas came from behind and pierced his gyrating asshole.

“Ah!” Lucas yelled in delight as he ass-raped his minion, who bellowed at the invasion. For Fred had always been the rapist but never the rapee. He was even now being alleviated of that title. Lucas pinned Fred against the spread demon female he could not stop screwing and used his phallus most cruelly inside his minion. He drove it inside his tight ass with all the finesse of a mack truck through an unlit tunnel.

It was sublime and Lucas felt his mouth go slack with the sheer pleasure he derived from a thorough degradation-- always a favorite. Though not nearly as enticing as the tight ass bud of a female, it was an untried hole that needed filling with demon seed. It would suffice most adequately, both in purpose and deed.

Lucas was not picky with depravity. If another could be used, he was first to volunteer.

As Lucas' tail worked in and out of Fred's ass, Mia began to wail in pleasure, her lord forcing his considerable phallus in the unsuspecting part-human, driving him deeply inside of her. Mia watched his torture as she also partook.

Perfect.

Lucas bent down next to Fred's ear. “This is what it feels like when one is raped,” Lucas whispered in a seductive purr and Fred groaned as Lucas' tail plundered his ass. Now both his asshole was on fire along with his prick. Lucas grabbed Fred's shoulder and with a final deep thrust, unloaded his scalding seed inside Fred as he brought him to climax with all the command he possessed over the lesser demons. “Come now!”

Fred's scream of forced pleasure rang in the echoing corridor of stone and heat. His ass was on fire with the demon seed from his lord and rapist and the scalding cunt of the female clamped down on his numb prick, milking it of the biggest load he'd ever fired. As Fred came, Mia grabbed his ass cheeks, digging her short black nails in deeply, drawing blood and spreading them so that Lucas' phallus buried itself even more deeply.

Fred weakly grunted at the final invasion, and slipping into unconsciousness, he collapsed on top of Mia.

“Eew!” Mia said underneath him as he lay like the dead on top of her.

Lucas extracted his spent tail tip and shoved the minion off his breeder. She smiled up at him and pursed her lips in a sexy pout. “And I thought you weren't going to let me have any fun, Lucas,” she murmured as she regained her breath.

Lucas grinned down at her, flicking his tail behind him; the remains of gratifying sex splattering the wall behind them with a pop and sizzle.

“
I'm always
fun
, Mia,” Lucas said, but with a bite to his voice and she frowned where her smile had just been.

When the remaining minions and Damon entered on his telepathic command... his smile grew deeper, more satisfied.

They surrounded Mia. A mixed group of half-bloods, some with horns, some without. All had the phallus at the end of their aborted tails. Half-bloods could not sport the full-sized tail of the pure bloods. Damon met his eyes then gazed down at the spread breeder as terror began to fill her expression, replacing all others.

“
Fuck them all, my demon breeder.”

Lucas stepped over the unconscious Fred then turned his back on the female so he would not be bothered with her screaming.

A nasty business, that.

Fred paid the price for letting the half-breed female and the traitorous Brolach slip between his fingers. They let their fear at his alien blood rule them. Lucas glanced at Fred as he snored his pain and humiliation away and the other half-breeds encroached on the demon breeder.

Mia needed humbling. She'd become too complacent as his concubine. He would see that she served the lesser demons. And the especially cruel master of them: Damon.

Lucas strode swiftly to his chamber, his thoughts already on the next conquest.

Brolach.

Constantine watched the demonspawn back away from the large demon who held the part-Mer breeder and was glad that he would not have that fun assortment to kill. Or not.
It all took so much time-
dispatching the supernaturals. Con sighed, his hands going to his hips in clear irritation as his eyes came to rest on the demon and Ruby, who was both Mer and demon.

If she were not, the large fire lord would not be interested. Or whatever the trumped up fuck he was. Constantine's vampire vision trained on those great black wings, like an ebony cloud. Only the texture served to show him where they lay, so closely they mimicked the backdrop of the night.

Oh how they would stand out in the light of day! Like a turd in a punchbowl. Most obvious.

Con took an exploratory breath and felt his ribs bleat protest like a stabbed sheep. That demon warrior fuck had put the word on his body. Con noted the chunk gone from the demon's tail and smiled. They'd both taken pieces out of the other.

It was
all good
as the human cattle loved to say.

“
All right.” Constantine lifted an inky brow, the Mer warriors collecting behind him in a loose circle. Which, to Con's mind, wasn't a good thing. For he had killed Desmond, their fish leader, or,
Mer prince
... whatever. Constantine dismissed them all as only important insomuch as he may need to engage them in fighting in the next few minutes. The issue at hand was the demon bastard sprouting angel's wings and the part-Mer breeder who clung to him.

If that didn't beat all.
Of course
, Con mused,
he had mentioned he'd tasted of her and found that she would breed true.
The demon would still bow to Con's demands. “Listen here, demon,” his eyes flicked to the wings that brushed the dirt at his feet, “or fallen angel?”

The demon did not answer but pushed the breeder behind him. “I accept your challenge.”

Well that was fast
, Con thought.

“
No Brolach,” Ruby said from behind him.

Constantine's head cocked to the side like a bird spying a fat worm. “Brolach?” Con asked and laughed. “
The
Brolach. Ah... you're much more than a fire dick as I so aptly named you.”

Brolach smirked. “You would know nothing about my dick, mongrel.”

Con smiled, dismissing the dig at his own mixed lineage. “True, but if you did not have one, we would not speak on it, eh?”

Brolach frowned and Con motioned to the Mer behind him to come forward and Madden is the one who stepped up beside him. “Why don't you put out Flame boy's demon mojo,” Con waved his hand around, “so that we might be done with him and gain another breeder.” Con felt that she could be fitted somewhere within one of the groups and stifled a snicker.

Oh my yes she could. Con smiled, loving his internal monologue and smiled. He never spared himself double entendre. Constantine was nothing if equal opportunity. He stood waiting but then Madden said the words he'd hoped not to hear, “We know that it was you who murdered Desmond so that you might keep the breeder to yourself.”

Well hell,
Constantine thought, swinging Ember around behind him as  he faced the Mer. He had killed the mermaid prince and now the princess would naturally be reclaimed by the Mer.

Not that Con would allow that. The dim fucks.

Con's eyes shifted through the tight contingent like a spread deck of cards. Before the battle began he had time to think how interesting it would all be.

Their deaths. Not his. For Con was schooled in surviving.

He found he had something to live for.

The irony did not escape him.

*

Brolach

Brolach stepped backward as the half-breed Druid vampire faced off with the Mer and was glad of the distraction. Only one of the Mer noticed his departure with an expression that spoke of pursuit. However, the half-breed was so engaging in battle that he offered his warring as a perfect diversion to what Brolach had planned. It was nothing very complicated.

Escape.

Brolach was not naïve enough to think he would escape being tracked by the bloodhounds of Hades when word reached Lucas' ears that he possessed the blood of Heaven's host. He folded his wings flat against his back and took Ruby's arm. She allowed herself to be hauled away, behaving like a docile female he knew there was no way she could be. Ruby had survived the direct attention of a part-demon father who aimed to mate her to whoever he could. Including himself. It was his right, though a grotesque abuse of the few females they possessed. Brolach loathed that Lucas would hand over the rare female demon as reward to whoever did his bidding. Brolach had been careful to shield his emotions on the subject, his angelic blood lending itself to that thread of goodness that always kept the cruelty of his demon side in check. For the most part.

He could never be so perfect as to deny his nature against the orgasm from the sight of his leader taking a female in the cruelest way possible. Nor could he turn down a fiery rut with his own kind. But his mixed heritage was never more obvious then when his seed left his body, binding with the pain of their kind and carrying it away into neutrality. A mating with Brolach would be equal parts pain and inexplicable pleasure. He was fortunate that more of the female demon breeders had not noted this and brought it to the attention of Lucas.

Of course, Lucas would not have liked being told their preference was for Brolach. That would have brought on a sexual onslaught that might have cost their unholy lives.

“
Please... Brolach,” Ruby, her hand on her side, pleaded-- “Please, can we rest?”

“
There is not time to rest,” he replied logically. They needed to make haste to a place that was safe. Or at least safe for the moment.

Brolach glanced at her pinched face, gone pale with something he could not place. He stopped, the city surrounding them on all sides with the sea a distant and shining black smear behind them. He turned Ruby, giving her the weight of his gaze. It moved from the crown of her pale hair to the tips of her toes, which were bare, he noted.
Of course!
Brolach recognized, she was cold to the touch, a scrap of some costume from her decadent job still clung to her curves. His eyes hit on something, a black set of dots on her lower back, circles of evil shadows marred the surface of her lovely pale skin. He brushed his hand over the marks and a slight shock struck him as he did.

He pulled his hand away from the strange sensation. “What is this?” Brolach asked softly, the concern over a safe place lost to that hurt look in her eyes, the coolness of her skin. She was part-demon and should not be cool to the touch, even with the Mer she also held within her genetics. His eyes stayed on that wound and gradually a horrible idea began to form in his mind and his hands reflexively tightened on her arms and she gasped, her large dark eyes widening to saucers inside her small face. “Who has vested this injury upon you, breeder?”

Ruby lowered her face, ashamed of her life, of having no defense but avoiding her psycho dad. Who obviously, was like Brolach. But... wasn't. “It was that man that was with... my father,” she finally said. She didn't bother saying Fred's name. It was another F word as far as she was concerned.