the
chains allowed in avoidance. Then she saw the demon who had moved
through the males with a brutal precision of long practice, tear
off Carl's cock with a hit and jerk of flesh.
Alexandra watched as the High Demon male tore
Carl limb from limb. She saw Carl's cock smack into the stone wall,
sliding down like a wet sausage and landing in a burning pile on
the floor.
Then the specialized tail flew, hitting the same
wall and joining the burning dick on the ground.
“You cannot keep her for yourself!” Carl wailed
in his defense, his hands covering the gaping holes where his dick
and deadly tail had been moments before.
“You will not rape this breeder!” the High Demon
roared into Carl's face.
“She is not yours!” Carl bellowed back and fell
to his side, gasping, his body unable to heal what would prove to
be mortal wounds.
“You are quite wrong, Carl of the High Demons,”
he whispered, his tail piercing the gaping wound through Carl's
splayed fingers.
Carl gurgled out a reply.
“What was that?” he asked, twisting his tail
inside the open cavity where Carl's prick had been.
Carl did not reply.
He was quite dead.
The demon turned and strode to Alexandra.
“No!” she cried, scraping the wrists of her
lovely dark skin to escape him.
Alexandra fainted from exhaustion and fear, her
lovely naked body falling limp, the brass links giving a soft clunk
as they fell against the stone.
The High Demon looked down on the breeder. When
he'd had his fill of drinking her in, he carefully released her
wrists and ankles from their bondage.
Then he licked her abrasions until they began to
close.
He gathered her close to him, tucking her arm
under his own and left the massacre behind. He knew he could never
return.
Lucas turned to look behind him, then satisfied
with the carnage he had wrought, left without a backward
glance.
CHAPTER 7
Constantine looked around him, suddenly nervous
for the first time ever.
Ember smiled.
Then he lunged at her, grabbing her hair and
tightly winding it in his fist, the seed pods cool against his
flesh, biting slightly from his hold and she gasped.
“It will still be my way or not at all.” He
locked his gaze with hers, savagely shoving his anxiety away. She
nodded, a layer of fear as thin as a sheet of paper lay between
them and it made Con's cock stiffen immediately. He needed this:
the razor's edge of questionable consent was an ignitor to his
sexual fire.
“Do not,” Ember said, squirming in his
grasp.
“I will not force you, but you will beg... beg
for me to take you,” Constantine said, throwing his woolen cape to
the ground.
Con watched Ember become shy in front of him,
her emotions flashing in front of him like a old time movie screen:
frame by frame.
“I will not beg,” she countered, “but I will
give you what you need,” she finished in clear invitation. She gave
him the clean line of her neck and as the heat and shine of the day
wore away into an uncertain twilight, Con laid lips instead of
fangs against what she offered and Ember frowned at the unexpected
gesture.
“I will pierce you when I fuck you, Ember and
not before. I want my dick in you along with my fangs,” he said
with a growl. Con released the tight hold on her hair he switched
to pinning her wrists above her head, pressing them against the
rough bark, and pushing his cock against the moist heat of her.
“I'm scared,” Ember whispered, her breath cool
against his jaw.
“I know,” he whispered back, offering no
reassurances, as was Constantine's way.
He worked her torn gown up the back of her and
commanded quietly, “Spread your knees.”
The soft heat between her thighs became
saturated at his command and she followed his directive, parting
her legs as he'd instructed. She felt one of his fingers walk its
way up the back of her naked thigh, breaking the barrier of her ass
bud, pushing and pulling out, only an inch deep, but it was
delicious, unlike the insult the human