The Demon's Seduction (2 page)

Thalia put her arm around the cool, marble-like shoulders of Leraye and slid onto the statue’s lap.

"He asked me to find him a woman." She nuzzled the cool flesh behind his solid ear and wished for the warm and comforting embrace from a real Demon. Flesh and blood. Real. Not just one who came to her in her dreams or fueled her imagination.

But the simple affectionate caress did nothing for her. With every nuzzle, every swish of her hair against the inanimate form of Leraye, her anger at Zepar grew. Damn him.

Damn him for asking her to find him women. And damn him for not realizing there was a woman right in front of him who wanted him.

Thalia slipped the shoulder straps free and let her gown fall to her waist. Shifting so that she straddled the cold lap statue of Leraye, she pressed her mound up against his frozen crotch. The feel of him, cool and impersonal against her most sensitive skin was less of a turn-on and more of annoyance.

"I wish that you would come back to life and spear me with your cock." For she knew a secret that the rest of the castle seemed oblivious to. Leraye had wanted Zepar just as much as she had. They were oddly united in their unrequited love of the same Demon.

As if she could force Leraye to respond, Thalia rubbed her erect nipples over the shockingly cold planes of his chest and tried to stimulate some sort of pleasure. It was crazy. She had another appointment later in the day. She would feel the hard, bold thrust of a Demon cock inside her within hours.

But lately those encounters left her feeling emptier than ever.

Even more frustrating, the sexual liaisons had been rare, with many of the Demons leaving the castle to find female flesh in the outside world. And she had no idea why. She feared they were growing tired of her. Where would she go if the Demons cast her out?

A sudden breeze of cool air blew through the room. Thalia shivered as she felt the presence of another. She should be embarrassed, half-naked and pressed up against an inanimate object. Instead, her sex creamed as the distinctive scent of Zepar flowed through the silent chamber.

He must have cloaked himself in glamour because she couldn't see him, only feel his presence. She sensed Zepar as he lingered near the window. So he wanted to watch, did he?

Well then, she would put on a show.

Thalia leaned back along Leraye’s thighs until her breasts thrust up into the chilly air. Her nipples rose like mountain peaks and begged for a mouth upon them. The position lay her out like a visual feast and gave Zepar full view of what she was doing with Leraye's statue.

Thalia lifted her legs and wrapped her calves around Leraye’s neck. Her ass was snug against his marble stomach, her pussy wide open, and his frozen semi-erect rod nestled between her butt cheeks.

The panels of her tunic draped around her waist, so that her nether lips and her breasts were bared to the air. Thalia cupped her breasts and imagined Zepar’s rough, callused fingers against her skin. She squeezed but the gesture gave no pleasure. She wanted Zepar’s hands on her flesh.

With an almost vicious gesture, she plucked at her nipples feeling the answering twang deep in her womanhood. She made sure Zepar could see everything as she worked her body. She willed him to reveal himself. But he stayed hidden.

Instead he watched like a voyeur.

With one hand she continued to play lazily with her nipples and the other slid into the nest of her curls. Stroking the lips of her nether region, she imagined Zepar’s hand there instead of her own and finally her body began to respond. Slick arousal coated her fingers as her sex awakened and began to roil.

She shifted to grip Leraye’s marble wrists and twisted her cunt against the statue. Each rub brought a measure of relief but the it was short-lived. She needed more.

Thalia moaned, never pulling her gaze from the spot where Zepar watched as she slammed her body up against Leraye’s frozen form. With each thrust, her breasts bounced and her swollen mound and pubis hit the statue in succession, stimulating her. She ached for the thick staff of Zepar’s cock as she rubbed against Leraye.

It wasn’t Zepar’s body, but this moment was likely as close as she would ever get to him.

Thalia hooked her ankles around Leraye’s neck and thrust against him repeatedly, reaching, grasping for satisfaction. Finally her orgasm boiled over and she tumbled into a haze of sexual relief.

She shifted her attention to Leraye, and dismissed Zepar from her mind. “I hope this gave you some pleasure, my Lord.” She wondered if anything she did ever penetrated Leraye’s consciousness. Hopefully not.

Thalia sat up and re-fastened the panels at her shoulders. She placed a gentle kiss against Leraye’s cool, pale lips. Then she whispered against Leraye's mouth, her voice full of regret, “We are both left wanting what we cannot have.”

They both wanted Zepar. And they were both being denied.

Zepar stood, cloaked in glamour, still as the statue of Leraye, and watched Thalia get herself off against the frozen figure of his friend.

She knew he was there. How was that possible? And yet Zepar knew it to be true. Her gaze had skewered him as she'd caressed her own body. His cock rose to attention at her breathy moans and the erotic bounce of her generous breasts. He fisted his cock and pumped. Her actions aroused him far more than any of the human women he'd had lately.

A rosy flush covered her body and sweat sheened her features. Her lips were plump and reddened where she’d bitten them. Then she shifted so that she sat up and straddled Leraye’s body. Gods, Zepar wanted those legs wrapped around him.

With a soft, gentle caress, she kissed the statue’s lips.

Zepar blinked.

Had the pallor of Leraye’s marble countenance lessened?

Could it have been from her sexual attention? It seemed improbable. However, Gods knew, Demons were a sexual lot. After being denied for thousands of years, most Demons lusted after women.

Most, but not all.

Zepar knew his old friend better than Leraye thought. Zepar knew that a woman’s flesh was merely sport to Leraye.

Thalia stood abruptly. Her breasts swayed, the erect nipples and peach areola puckered tight and his mouth watered at the sight.

She faced the window where Zepar stood and paused as if waiting for him. Thalia bowed, revealing the shadowed valley between her generous breasts and tempting his mouth. “I will go find your next lamb now, Demon.”

“Wait.” Zepar uncloaked, his gaze momentarily distracted by her breasts and the odd urge to bury his face between them. Her thighs glistened with the juice from her sex and Zepar’s gaze was drawn inexorably to the damp spot on the statue of his friend.

He strode over to them.

“I think he changed color when you kissed him.” But when Zepar looked at Leraye again, the statue once more appeared cool and inanimate.

"That would be wonderful." Thalia rested a hand on Leraye’s shoulder as if protecting him. "But he feels and looks the same as before."

“From your pleasuring.” Zepar insisted, but his insistence waned as he looked at Leraye again. Frigid and insensate.

Her stance was as rigid as the form of his friend. “I sincerely doubt that my actions would have that effect on him.” Whether he was statue or not, was implied.

Zepar assessed her critically. Leraye’s sexual preferences were none of her business. “You do not give yourself enough credit, Grace.” He used the generic term to put distance between them and to distract her from Leraye's secret.

And it worked. “My thanks, my Lord.” She flushed and then she was gone.

Zepar was left alone with his old friend and his churning thoughts.

Zepar knelt in front of Leraye. His gaze was glued to that damp spot as the erotic image of Thalia pleasuring herself against his friend played over and over in his mind. He’d watched and wanted to lap up every bit of her juice so that it didn’t go to waste.

Zepar didn't want to leave his friend just yet. So he pulled over a chair from beside the bed and propped his feet up on Leraye’s knees.

"I'm in a quandry." Zepar slumped in the chair. His gaze darted around the room, anywhere but on that wet spot, and he poured out his troubles. He needed a human woman to fall in love with him and no one was taking him up on it. He couldn't understand it.

Leraye listened. Just like old times.

Leraye was an exceptionally good listener. Always had been an exceptionally good friend. They had been chained and trapped next to each other for a thousand years. Zepar knew Leraye almost as well as he knew himself. He had tutored the young Leraye in the art of sex and given him his first sexual experience. Their bond of friendship had stayed strong even after they ascended back to the surface and were no longer intimate.

Zepar finally let his gaze stray back to the that spot. "Thank you for the chat, old friend." The urge to taste her and to feel Leraye welled up within in Zepar.

Finally, he gave in and licked her essence from the statue’s stone cock.

***

An hour later, Thalia approached Zepar.

“I am ready to go to the village, my Lord.” She was dressed in a demure cotton gown and a fine velvet cloak. Her hair, a burnished ebony, shone in the flickering light from the fire Zepar had lit.

The musky flavor of her pussy still lingered on his tongue.

And he thought, not for the first time, he’d much rather stay here and enjoy the lush pleasure of Thalia’s body.

But unfortunately, duty called.

“Fine.” He lumbered to his feet with a heavy heart. He had to find a human mate. They needed all the power they could amass to continue to fight the Fae. “Let’s go.”

Two hours later, they sat in the former tavern of Vetis’ mate, Amara. This was the third establishment they’d checked out.

A trio of musicians played half-heartedly in the corner while the patrons ignored their music. Cigar smoke hung in the heavy air. What should have been soothing aromas, the earthy peat from the fire and the hops from home brewed beer, settled heavily in his head and made him grumpy.

“You should cloak yourself,” Thalia said crossly. Apparently the grumpiness was catching.

“Why?”

“You’re scaring away all the women that I’ve found for you.”

At the first two taverns, women who were clearly in league with the Fae had approached them. The stink of Fae on their bodies had overwhelmed him. Or they were too eager. Or unwilling.

With every prospect she’d selected, he’d fallen further into the doldrums. He just wasn’t interested. Zepar stared moodily at his feet. Gods, he was sick of having sex with strange women. Wait. What the hell was wrong with him? He lived for sex with strange women. He was the Demon of Seduction, for the Gods' sake.

The door blew open and the breeze carried the scent of Thalia to his nose. The subtly earthiness of her perfume stirred his cock. “I’ll wait outside.”

Within two minutes, she joined him. “We’re ready.”

Zepar didn’t even look at the women. He only sniffed the air for any scent of Fae upon their person. Thank Gods, they were clean. He wanted to get this over with. “Blindfold them and let’s go.”

Thalia quickly complied and their group was on its way.

Zepar searched the shadowed doorways on guard for any sort of attack. Almost hoped for some action. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. Something evil lingered in the air. Zepar pulled both iron knives from their sheaths, his grip tight.

As they approached the woods between the village and the Demon's castle, the Fae attacked. From the cover of the trees, a group of six Fir Bolg assassins swarmed their small party.

The two women screeched and cowered together. Thalia smoothly slid a knife from a sheath at her ankle and crouched low, prepared to fight.

Zepar grinned at Thalia and fell into a similar stance. But the Fae didn’t come after Zepar. They went straight for the women. In the shifting moonlight, one of the women’s hair seemed to shimmer gold. All of the Fae, except one, circled the women. Thalia swung her knife in an arc keeping the Fae away from the village women.

Zepar slashed his knives at the Fae defender and ignored the women’s whimpers. The Fir Bolg surrounded the three women and reached for them, but Thalia's defensive moves kept them from doing any real harm.

Zepar's blade clashed and rang against the Fir Bolg defender's in the silent midnight air.

Zepar drew power from the full moon and lunged toward the assassin. But the wily Fae twisted out of Zepar’s reach. They parried and blocked in a fierce, deadly dance.

The impact of the Fir Bolg's blade against his sang up Zepar's arm as their blades met again.

"You will not defeat me," Thalia hissed.

The sound of her voice distracted Zepar and alarm zinged through him. In that moment of inattention, the Fae assassin swiped his blade across Zepar’s arm. The slash burned and numbness spread. The blade must have been tipped with some poison.

Thalia thrust her iron knife upward and into the chest of one of their attackers. With a muffled cry, he slumped.

Zepar roared and lunged again.

But, as if responding to a signal, the Fae fell back and dragged their fallen comrade away.

The two women still cowered on the ground. Thalia stood alone, her chest heaving and her gaze glassy. Her fist clenched around the iron hilt while the Fae blood dripped to the earth.

Each drop sizzled against the trampled grass.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins like a deep spring pulsing water to the surface as a sense of possession startled him with its fierceness. He wanted to roar but, unsure of her state, he kept his voice soft and non-threatening.

“Are you well?” Zepar suppressed his rage. She didn’t need more violence right now. She didn’t answer, but continued to stand there as if lost.

Thalia blinked. "I'm fine."

“Let’s get the women to the castle and make sure they are unharmed.”

Her stone eyes were blank, empty. But as if the need to care for someone else shocked her out of her trance, her gaze finally cleared. She stared in horror at the blood flowing from his bicep. “You’re injured.”