Free Demonic Attraction by Kim Knox Page A

cursed and buried her face in her pillow, fisting it. She screamed her frustration into its softness. Was her subconscious tormenting her because she agreed to this assignment simply for the money? She was being punished for taking the title of engineer. After all, her specialties lay in the soft sciences, not engineering.
    She dragged the sheet over her body and jammed the pillow over her head. Or was it the reflected light of the large moon? It always seemed to have her imagining things. The moon shone too bright into her domed bedroom—she snorted into the sheet—it almost felt as if the bloody thing watched her.
    She froze.
    There. Clawed fingers teasing over her thighs. Her heart pounded. Was this her imagination? She pushed her face from the pillow and turned to look over her shoulder…and the sense of hands on her skin faded away.
    “All right, you don’t want me to look.” Anya laughed and hid her face against the pillow again. She was crazy. Certifiable. The isolation had driven her to bargaining with her subconscious. “Not looking. So in your own time, if you want to bring back the fingers, or please, that tongue, I promise, no peeking.”
    Nothing. Anya held down a groan. She was better finding sleep—
    Fingers gripped her thighs and pushed her wide open.
    Anya swallowed, her heart jumping. No looking, no talking. All right, she could do that. And it couldn’t be her imagination. Something breathed against the wetness of her pussy and the unknown had her aching. The tongue teased her clit and her hips bucked. She bit down a yelp. Her fingers fisted the pillow and she clung to it as the tongue slid toward where she ached for it, easing through her wet, swollen flesh until it teased and curled its way into her pussy.
    Anya bit the inside of her cheek to stop the escaping groan. New tension tightened in her belly and she pushed back, finding the clawed hands biting into the firm flesh of her thighs. Whatever it was, it wanted to please and she had no intention of denying it. Not with Theta-Scorpii-3 so many days away.
    Another tongue, another one, slid between the cleft of her ass and had her gasping. It teased her puckered hole and the coiling tension flared. More hands slid over her cheeks, separating her, giving the second tongue easy access to dip and play and dart into her ass.
    Anya couldn’t breathe. The hands and tongues touching her, filling her but with no sense of body, of arms, of faces should’ve filled her with terror. They didn’t. They wanted her, wanted to be with her. The strange thoughts buzzed through her brain but scattered as the other tongue breached her ass.
    Claws dug into her cheeks, pushing her hard into the mattress as the tongue drove deep. Stars danced behind her eyes. And then the twisting, hot tongues started to fuck her, taking up a steady, alternate rhythm that had her aching and ready and then—by all that was unholy—they took her together. Hard, deep, wet thrusts, faster, unrelenting, the fingers on her flesh biting, pinning her to the bed, taking her—
    Orgasm tore through her flesh, heat and light surging, the tongues fucking her through it. Anya sucked in a slow breath, her body damp and trembling. Sated tiredness sat on her and a shit-eating grin pulled across her mouth. Others had speculated on the existence of pure-energy beings, but they’d never suggested they liked to have sex. Really incredible sex.
    The tongues eased from her flesh, the fingers that had bitten into her ass and legs now caressing her damp skin. Anya hugged the pillow, careful not to glance behind her. She sighed and the slow strokes of unknown hands warmed her body into a heavy lassitude. The strong fingers, palms faded into nothingness over her sated flesh and Anya wanted to find deep, dreamless sleep.
    However, something else pulled through her mind and had her twisting over the wide, cool mattress, trying to find the rest she craved. It wouldn’t leave her, a strange mixture of warm,