Tempted (8 page)

He was lost in her magic and mystery.

It seemed a long while later that he emerged
from that place. He was cooling, the chilled air of the room
whispering around his sweat dampened bare skin. The background
music filtered through to his ears.

He opened his lazy eyes to find her watching
him. Her face was so incredibly beautiful, he had to kiss it. All
of it. She spoke to him as his mouth roamed all over juicy lips and
her sweet nub of a nose.

“
Do you always swear so much
when you come? Do you ever say anything sweet and nice?”

“
That was sweet and nice, to my
mind. I like the word fuck. I use it often, and it's very
appropriate to our situation.”

“
Maybe next time, you could
summon up some other words, of a higher nature, to please
me.”

“
Did I not please you
completely?” He stroked her nipple softly with his fingertip. He
knew he had pleasured her very well, but he was in a playful
mood.

“
You know you did. But I'm a
woman. And a woman likes to hear nice things from a man, that's
all. I guess men are wired differently, in the verbal
sense.”

“
I'll do my best to give more
pleasure to your ears, I promise you.” He chuckled, burying his
tongue in the gorgeous white whorl of flesh on the side of her
head. He licked it like a mad man, taking it all in his mouth and
sucking it until she squirmed beneath him, and her desire and need
for him was rekindled.

He was already hard again. One of the great
advantages of his demonic nature was the ability to maintain an
erection, almost in perpetuity.

His fingers slipped down her slit and inside
her. His seed was spilling everywhere, running over his fingers. He
smiled to himself. He liked the messy aftermath of sex. The smell
of it. The sticky wetness. The taste of his own juice mixed with
hers. He slipped back between her legs and indulged in his favorite
pastime. The wet banquet of sex. He aroused her with his fingers
and tongue taking mouthfuls of her smooth skin, sucking hard. He
captured her clit and sucked the hardened little thing into his
mouth, keeping up the pressure while he finger fucked her. The wild
thrashing of her limbs told him all he needed to know as she came
fast and furiously. He kept it going, giving her more as she
writhed in heightened sensitivity, moaning at his hands. His
fingers shoved up hard inside her juicy cunt.

“
Fuck you're such a tight one,”
he murmured appreciatively, as her vagina tightened even more
around his fingers. One orgasm led to the next. By now, most women
were usually a quivering mess. He enjoyed seeing it. To have them
in complete ruins. Lying there speechless unable to move an inch.
Then he would drag them up and fuck their mouth and wherever else
he wanted to possess. There was no part of a woman's body left
unexplored by his prick by the time he'd finished with
her.

But Lila was matching his pace. After her
third mind blowing loudly announced orgasm, she pushed him off
roughly and sat astride him. He lay back and enjoyed the sight of
her riding him hard and fast like he was a demon steed. She was
urging them on, somewhere new. Her eyes closed in rapture, her
plump lips slightly opened, and her look so sensual, his mind
blurred.

His cock was under her control and he liked
it. He let her take him, surrendering to her. She fingered herself
as she rode him. And that action was more than erotic. He loved it
when women touched themselves. The fact they knew what they liked,
wanted to feel it and weren't ashamed to show it and do it
themselves. He held his hands on her gently swaying breasts and
shut his eyes, joining her in the moment. They both rose together,
their cries of satisfaction loud and harsh. He sat up and clasped
her in his arms like the prize she was.

She set about him, her mouth all over his
stomach, cock and balls. He lay there, blissfully soaked in her
saliva, her tongue laving him to ecstasy. He couldn't remember
being sucked off so well, or for so long as she did it. She kept
holding his orgasm off, squeezing her thumb into his cock, keeping
the pleasure going, and then, when he was literally sucked stupid,
he got a dose of deep throat to finish him off.

“
By all that's fucking
holy, holy, holy,
God...fuck
...” Why he was exalting God in this act? He didn't know.
God had no part in this, it was sex for fuck's sake. Not a heavenly
practice at all. It was laughable to think of the two things in the
same mind space. He stopped thinking such ridiculous things and
reveled in the experience of her mouth and tongue on
him.

She raised her head a little, her eyes
glittering brightly with her victory, her enslaving of him by
mouth. He reached below her armpits and dragged her mouth off his
cock, and her body up to his side.

He stroked her head as she lay it on his
chest. They lay like that for a long time, silently, enjoying the
warmth of their bodies, the soft caresses on their skin and gentle
kisses here and there.

Her stomach made a small noise, a protest at
being empty.

“
Are you hungry?” he
sympathized, he was always hungry on the surface of the
realities.

“
I am actually.”

“
Then I shall call in an order
for room service. What would you like?”

“
Spicy pasta arabiata and a
dressed green salad, would be nice.”

“
I think I'll join you. I enjoy
some heat in my mouth.”

She giggled at his wry look. He enjoyed a
lot of heat, everywhere, one way or another.

They lazed on the bed, eating their bowls of
pasta and popping green leaves in each others mouths.

“
What do you do Uvall... your
job, I mean?” she said, stroking circles around his nipple with her
fork. All the hair on his head stood up in pleasure at the dragging
sensation on his skin.

“
Takeovers and mergers,” he said
vaguely, his mind very much elsewhere.

“
Interesting, is it?”

“
It can be. It's been a long
time since I had the opportunity for one this big
though.”

“
A big one, eh? D'you think
you'll be successful in your big opportunity to take
over?”

“
I can't fail. It's more than my
life is worth.”

“
Why's that?” her tongue lapped
at his nipple, and his cock jerked in response, hardening
rapidly.

“
The consequences, would be
harsh. I can't explain, it's too complicated. I have many depending
on me, Lila. It's a great responsibility. But I will do my best for
them, for all my brethren.”

That was a bad slip of the tongue...

“
Brethren?” She picked up on it
straight away.

“
That's what we call each other,
in my company. It's a progressive term,” he said, thinking
quickly.

“
It sounds like an old term to
me. Like an ancient holy order.”

She wasn't far from the truth.

“
What about you?” he asked,
deflecting the conversation from himself.

“
I'm studying
theology.”

“
At the university
here?”

“
It's a distance learning
course.”

“
So you're very interested in
religion?”

“
Very. And did you know you are
named after a demon of hell, Uvall? From the moment you told me
your name I was kinda intrigued and... well... determined to have
you. What woman doesn't want a demon between her legs,
hmm?”

He chuckled at her unwitting innocence. “So
I'm badly named am I? I would speak to my mother about that. But
sadly she died, a long while ago.”

So, Lila was a student of religion. That
could be helpful in her understanding of him. His world was, after
all a religious one. Albeit the other facet of the holy book. He
could use her in some way, in his plans for the earth. He wasn't
sure how but something would come to him. He would think about that
later. When he was alone and less distracted.

For at that moment, all he could think
about, was what he was doing with her.

Well fed and heady with wine, they rolled
around laughing on the bed.

“
Come with me,” He said, rolling
up and holding his hand out to her. He took her into the bathroom,
into the shower and washed her all over, his soapy fingers sliding
inside her. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his
hips, her mouth attached to his, never leaving the perfection of
his lips. .

Then he took her hard and fast against the
wall. Every thrust so powerful, as it knocked the breath from her
body in delighted little gasps. She felt herself merge with him,
beneath the drumming hot water beating upon their heads.

The heat of his body, his cock and tongue,
moving purposefully inside her, sent her to Heaven. Not the Heaven
she knew...this was another place... a place only they could enter.
It was a place of intense pleasure, of deep physical satisfaction,
of raw animal instinct. Shivers of sublime joy ran up and down her
spine as they moaned their release in each others mouths. She hung
on him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He stood
immobile, his hands clasped around her ass, his fingers digging
into her flesh possessively, his cock buried deep inside her,
pumping his semen forth. She reveled in his strength, his wild
breathing and the feel of his demon heart thumping beneath her
angel breast.

After that, he'd dried her slowly, kneeling
before her on the floor, his mouth lapping at her sex hungrily. It
seemed as if they couldn't get enough of each other. They were
insatiable.

Eventually, they'd returned to the bed, for
an hour of the slowest, sweetest, most thoroughly enjoyable fucking
she'd ever had. She felt invaded and conquered, taken and possessed
and wanting it to go on for ever.

She fell asleep in his arms, in exhausted
bliss.

She dreamed of him - but her dreams were not
bliss - they were tortured.

His body burned before her in the raging
fires of damnation. He screamed in agony, calling out her name.

She awoke in terror, breathing wildly, on
the verge of tears.

Lila tucked her face in Uvall's neck, hiding
her reaction. This was becoming far too difficult an assignment.
Already she didn't want to lead him into his entrapment. But she
knew she must. She really was caught between the devil and a hard
place. But so far, thankfully, she had no opportunity to capture
him.

She had to have more sex with him, in order
that he should say the words she needed him to. But at the same
time, the increasing intensity of their coupling was bringing her
so much closer to him and she didn't want him to say them.

Perhaps she could just go back to God and
explain that no matter what she tried, she couldn't make him to
speak the words.

But what would Gehove say? And worse still,
what would he do?

She worried about that. She was in Heaven
for one reason, and that was Uvall's potential capture. She
couldn't imagine Gehove making her seraphim, if she failed. Not
with her lurid past. And then she'd be cast down, and that didn't
bear thought. Her stomach churned and her mind spun in confusion.
Her situation was becoming to much to bear. A sob choked her and
escaped her mouth. Then another.

Her lover sensed her distress, shifting his
position and he touched his mouth to hers.

“
Shh, ssh,” he said, calming her
wild dry sobs. He kissed her mouth and her eyes and lastly her
nose, so softly and tenderly, her whole being melted, and with it,
her heart.

She could not believe this man was a demon
at all. He showed no signs of it. Of any evil in his nature. He was
dominating and wild in bed, but that didn't make him a bad person.
And she liked being dominated. By him, anyway. His face hovered
above hers. Those bluest of blue eyes - so beautiful and searching.
And dare she think, soft and understanding?

She was committing a terrible sin. She was
thinking of disobeying her Lord God, and she was forming a deep
attachment with a demon. The moment they met had set her on this
downward spiral to her demise. She just knew it. God hadn't allowed
for her highly emotional response to him. Her whole life hung in
the balance at that moment, because she just couldn't do it. She
started to cry, overcome with emotion, at what she was expected to
do to this wretched, beautiful creature. This so called demon from
the Underworld.

“
Lila,” he whispered her name,
over and over, softly kissing her mouth and cheeks. Her heart bled
with his verbal caress. She could feel his hard cock against her
leg and she wanted him with every bone in her body.

Much more than she wanted to be made
seraphim.

She moved her hand down to him, her mind in
awe of his rampant sexuality and constant need of her. She ached
inside for this perfect hot and silky, hard smoothness, sliding in
her hand, as she jerked him off. Her rising mental distress and
torture grew fast, with each stroke of her hand. His fingers
clasped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple rhythmically, and
his eyes captured hers.

It was a look of such intensity it took her
breath clean from her lungs. She brought him to his point of
ecstasy, rising with him, her sex soaking with their pleasure,
until she could hold back her true feelings no more.

She knew she mustn't cry real tears, as her
tears would give her away.

The blood red tears of an angel would be
well known to Uvall.