Hell Is Coming (The Watcher's Series Book 1) (22 page)

I raised my eyebrows at him when I saw the bed, but I didn’t question him on it. At that point, we both knew the score.

Letting go of his hand I walked silently to the bed, then without a word I proceeded to take off my clothes as he stood at a distance watching me. I didn’t know if it was the vodka or the fact that I was so suddenly worked up, but I felt no embarrassment as I undressed for him.

What am I getting into?

Dancing with the devil was never a good idea. At the moment, though, I didn’t care. The excitement of the situation had gripped me.

There was no going back.

After a moment I backed up onto the huge bed and lay down on the black silk sheets. “Well,” I said in a low husky voice. “Why are you standing there like you’ve never seen a girl naked before?” Most times I preferred the guy I was with to take the lead, but I got a perverse kind of thrill  from being cheeky with a high-level demon who could rip me apart in seconds if he so desired. The inherent danger of the situation only increased my enjoyment of it.

Lucas walked to the foot of the bed and undressed out of his suit, his eyes never leaving mine, a hungry look in them , like he wanted to consume my very soul. He took off his shirt to reveal his immaculate dark brown skin and his rippling muscles and I wondered briefly if his meat suit was in that condition when he got it or did he work to get it that way.  He took his pants off and I slid my hand down between my legs, massaging, rubbing, feeling the wetness on my fingers. My eyes never left his, even though I wanted to close them. The depth of his experience shone in his dark eyes and it scared me a little to think of some of the things he might have done in his lifetime as a demon. Depraved, unspeakable acts. I felt vulnerable, but not so much that I wanted to stop.

He was down to just his underwear and I could see the shape of his stiff cock through his black boxer shorts. I rubbed harder at myself as he took off his underwear to reveal himself. He stood for a moment so I could admire his near perfect form. He had definitely chosen his human host well.

Spreading my legs wider, I moaned with the sensations already running through me. He gasped slightly when I did this and he crawled on the bed towards me, his head going between my legs as he began to kiss around my swollen pussy. Gripping his shaven head, I forced him to put his tongue in me and when I felt it go in I sucked in a breath and gripped his head tighter. “Oh God,” I said and then laughed, causing him to look up at me.  “Sorry, I just don’t think God would approve of this situation.” I laughed again.

Lucas gave me a voracious smile, his eyes burning, glowing the way they had when I’d seen him earlier.

The demon in him was coming out.

I cried out when I felt his tongue slide right inside me. It was impossibly long and moving in a way that felt weird but amazingly good at the same time. I kept his head there as I groaned and moved my hips up and down, grinding into him, feeling the warmth spreading from in between my legs to the rest of my body. I didn’t know if it was technique or the fact that he was a demon, but no one had ever made me feel like that before. Most of the guys I had been with up till that point didn’t have much of a clue what they were doing. They were too young and inexperienced. Lucas was far from inexperienced. He had probably already practiced on thousands of women.  I had never felt anything like what he was doing to me and I soon felt myself cum. I cried out, clutching both my breasts as I felt hot fluid flow from me and into his mouth.

He came up licking his lips, his eyes glowing molten yellow. He kissed his way up my body, his mouth enveloping each of my swollen nipples before continuing to kiss his way up to my neck. His glowing eyes locked onto mine and I stared right into them, like I was staring into the depths of Hell itself. His intense gaze pulled me in and I saw flashes of images, rapid depictions of demons and scenes that looked like Hell, of tortured souls and perverse acts of pleasure. I gasped in fear, but the pleasure countered the fear and Lucas smiled down at me like he knew what I was seeing.

Was he doing that on purpose? Did he want me to see where he came from?

His bulk looming over me, making me feel small and slightly vulnerable, I pulled his head down so he could kiss me and his tongue probed forcefully inside my mouth before pulling back, the tip gliding over my lips.

Power flowed through me as my Light Energy came to the forefront, sensing I was in danger.

Maybe I was, but  I didn’t care. I had already abandoned myself to the strange fear-tinged pleasure of the situation.

I took him by surprise when I flipped him on to his back in one swift move, pinning him to the bed. He smiled in surprise and I flashed a devilish grin back at him. “Weren’t expecting that, were you?” I said.

He mirrored my grin. “You’d make a great demon,” he said, his eyes eating into me, so much so that I wondered if he could see my soul somehow, that he could look beyond my physical form to the ethereal part of me beneath. My pulse quickened even more and my body vibrated with intense pleasure.

“Are you in my head?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He seemed to enjoy me looking at him, like he needed the intimacy of eye contact. As a demon, I thought he would have been all about the physical act, the sheer animalistic pleasure. But I was wrong. Lucas enjoyed the connection. He had mentally attached himself to me so much that it felt like we were in our own universe with nothing in it but us. I liked that feeling because I could think of nothing else. I was as in the moment as I’d ever been having found the delicious escape I’d been looking for.

He gasped and I felt him squirm beneath me as I sucked hard him, massaging him at the same time, my eyes still on him. “Oh fuck,” he said.

I ached for him. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted him inside me. But something made me stop. “What about protection? I don’t want no demon babies.” I couldn’t help giggling at the thought.

“Relax,” he said stroking my thighs with his large hands. “My demon seed won’t take in you. As a Nephilim, your body will reject it.”

I gave it no further thought.

Sitting astride him I guided him into me.

Oh my God!

We both gasped as I moved on top of him, sliding up and down on him, grinding my hips against him. I closed my eyes, taking great pleasure in how he felt inside of me. I took my time at first, enjoying the look of intensity on his face as I moved up and down on him.

Lucas’s whole body convulsed as I rode on top of him. I had never felt so wet and any reservations I had about having sex with a demon vanished, pushed out by the ecstasy that was sweeping us both away. I was about to cum again and a second later I cried out, my wetness gushing over him. My back arched, the pleasure so intense it took my breath away. Breathing hard, I fell forward onto him, unable to believe the force of my orgasm, like nothing I’d ever felt before. He gnawed on my neck and I grinded my hips into him again, felt the elation build once more. His large hands gripped my ass as he pushed me down harder onto him and then just as suddenly as I had flipped him, he turned me over so I was on my back.

Lucas the demon grabbed both my legs before fucking me hard, forcing me to cum again. My eyes closed as I orgasmed and when I opened them again I almost screamed once more because the Lucas I knew up to that point had gone and there instead was the demon, swirling yellow eyes glowing, a huge mouth filled with long sharp teeth and what looked like curling rams horns on either side of his head. Apart from the bone spurs that jutted out on both of his shoulders and elbows and his coal black skin the rest of his body still looked human, but possessing a power that no human could ever hope to have.

That was the real Lucas.

The demon Lucas.

The Light Energy in me practically seared me from the inside, burning me as it tried to get to the surface in an effort to protect me from the demon.

The combined sensations were almost unbearable as I looked upon Lucas’ true form while he carried on moving on top of me. Not only was the pleasure still there but a sense of fear had returned now that there was a beast on top of me. I couldn’t take my eyes of him as he continued to thrust, impossibly big inside of me, his fierce burning eyes so intense it felt like they were burning holes in me. His mouth was open, revealing his pointed teeth—teeth that could tear me to shreds if he chose to use them. A thousand images flashed through my mind, some of which I had no idea where they even came from; scenes I had never witnessed but which still seemed real in my mind, scenes that were too unspeakable to describe, and underneath it all was the pleasure, the sheer, powerful, unadulterated bliss.

When he came he pushed right into me and I screamed like I had never screamed before, the orgasm like a bomb going off inside me, the sensations so incredibly intense I thought I was going to die.

The demon on top of me howled, the reverberations of its deep and inhuman voice only adding to the orgasmic sensations that left my body shuddering uncontrollably.

I got lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I floated around in some other dimension, a place where nothing existed but me and my bliss, kind of like being back in the womb, but much dirtier.

When I finally opened my eyes to come back to reality the demon was gone.

Only Lucas remained.

I wasn’t sure how to feel as I lay there in Lucas’s bed, with him lying naked beside me. “I’m guessing that was your first time with a demon?” he said, clearly amused by my disconcertedness. I wondered how many human women he had said that to since his time on earth.

“What do you think?” I said, still recovering from those Hell-shattering orgasms. I thought if he touched me again I would explode.

“Hope it didn’t scare you too much.”

“I’m not scared of you.” I wasn’t, though maybe I should have been. He was a demon after all.

“As a demon I take offense at that.”

“Take offense all you want.”

He sat up. “Drink?”

“Yeah, why not.” I got up of the bed and went to get dressed when he stopped me.

“Don’t get dressed yet. I’m enjoying admiring your beautiful form.”

I thought he was joking until I realised he wasn’t, and that I was also getting a perverse kick out of seeing him walk around without
his
clothes on. I shouldn’t have been, but I felt comfortable with Lucas.

I threw my clothes back on the floor and walked naked over to the table where he stood pouring vodka into two glasses. We drank in silence for a few moments, sort of admiring each other’s bodies, even though I knew his didn’t really belong to him.

“So who was the guy you stole that meat suit from?” I asked.

“Just a guy,” he said. “Does it matter?”

I shook my head. “How often do you change suits then?”

“When I get bored with them, or when I need to be someone else.”

“Don’t go changing anytime soon.”

He smiled.  “I’ll try not to.”

I walked back to the bed and sat with my back against the headboard, staring into my glass. He came and sat beside me, bringing the bottle of vodka with him. “So,” he said, refilling my glass, “I sense you are struggling with something. Would you like to tell me what it is, now that we’re friends?”

“Who said we’re friends? We just slept together.”

He put a hand to his chest as if I’d wounded him. “You just killed me.”

I laughed. “Get a grip.”

“I like you, Leia. I can’t help it. You have the depth of a woman twice your age.”

I looked at him to see if he was serious. Despite his constant look of amusement he seemed sincere, though that didn’t mean I was going to start trusting him. “You’re okay, I guess, for a demon.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He looked pleased as he refilled our glasses.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, as long as it isn’t about what we discussed this afternoon with your uncle. I meant what I said. That shit is heavy and above my pay grade.”

“Well it is kind of. You remember my brother?”

“The one who was taken? I remember.”

“Well, he wasn’t just taken. Who ever took him made him into a demon.”

Lucas looked away, a grave expression on his face. “So he’s going though with his plan then.”

“You mean this Abigor character? Yes, he is. He practically killed my brother. Josh isn’t the same person anymore. He’s…nasty, horrible. And so…cold.”

“Wait, you’ve spoke to your brother? How? When?”

“We summoned him earlier.”

He nodded. “And as you managed to summon him, he must therefore be a demon.”

“Correct.”

“I see.” He was thinking.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering what Abigor is up to. I’m wondering what the old dog plans on doing with this army he’s creating. Knowing Abigor it can’t be good.”

“That makes me feel much better, Lucas. Thanks.”

“It’s the truth. I told you before, I don’t lie.”

“I’m just having a hard time dealing with this on top of everything else. I was living in hope that I could get my brother back. I don’t think I can now.”

Lucas thought for a moment. “Maybe not.”

“What do you mean? If you know something, tell me.”

“Most demons are made in Hell. We were all human once, or angels. Our souls were made black in the pits of Hell after we fell or died, whichever. But that’s not the only way to make a demon.”

“Yeah, you mentioned before about feeding a person demon blood to turn them, like a vampire can turn a person. Frank talked about that as well. He talked about drying a person out to make them normal again.”

“That’s one way, though I’m not sure if that will even work. Another way is to kill the demon who gave them the blood. Kill the demon that turned your brother and he may return to normal again.”

I looked at him, half astonished. “You mean if we kill this Abigor fucker my brother will return to normal again?”

“Don’t quote me on that. It’s a long shot at best. It’s just something I heard in Hell once. I’ve never heard of anyone actually doing it. And there’s no guarantee your brother will return to normal again. My guess is that the longer he stays a demon, the harder it will be for him to regain his humanity.”