Feature Writer: Lilith Archivist /
Feature Title: The Modern Prometheus /
Story Codes: Demonic /
Synopsis: Never steal a demon’s fire /
Author’s Notes: This is my entry for the Literotica Halloween contest, my first contest entry ever! I really wrote the story more for me than the contest, but I think everyone will enjoy it just the same. Votes and comments appreciated, and as always, this is a copyrighted work. Happy Halloween, everyone!
The Modern Prometheus
“I’d never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go. I can’t bring myself to regret the decisions that brought me to face to face with death. They also brought me to Edward.”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Why is that Twilight shit playing on my television?!”
Brie Ashlocke squealed in surprise, upsetting her entire bowl of caramel popcorn onto the living room floor — and her Hello Kitty pajama-ed lap. Whirling around to face the unexpected intruder, she felt the color drain from her face as Des, her gay Welsh housemate, ambled into the room decked out in complete Jeffree Star get-up, his glittery platforms clunking on the floor with each step. Behind him was Christopher Reeve reincarnate, though not as tall or as successful, as a complete antithesis. Dressed entirely in black and his garnet eyes lined by kohl, Eli looked practically demonic.
Des took control of the situation by pressing pause on the vampire movie and staring down at Brie with an expectant look in his wide green eyes. His purposefully dyed pink hair tied to the side bobbed in unison with his sashayed hip as he struck a pose worthy of being on the catwalk.
“Meow, princess,” Brie told him as she dusted off a kernel and popped one into her mouth. Des eyed her in disgust but she just shrugged. “Too good to waste,” she explained. “And you’re home from the costume party early.” She looked over at Eli briefly before turning back to her best friend. “Did he turn you down?”
Des gave her a flat look but Eli chuckled.
“Despite appearances, Brie, I’m a top,” Des said matter-of-factly, giving her the “oh-no-you-didn’t” finger wave, head bob included. Des pouted his full pink glossy lips over at Eli. “And so is he,” he muttered regretfully.
“The party was a bust,” Eli explained, his Deep South drawl making Brie shiver a little. Des cocked an eyebrow in response before lowering himself down onto the sofa, his bony knees purposefully knocking into her back.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Brie replied, shooting Des a warning look of “BEHAVE” when Eli wasn’t looking. “Well, all I’m doing is watching bad monster movies and having my own Halloween pity party. You’re welcome to join me.”
“Yay, just like high school,” Des said with a snort, the crude noise at odds with his pink and glitzy finery. He played with the flaxen pink strands of his hair and tilted his head at the frozen image on the television screen of a well-dressed back attacking a deer. “This can’t be any worse than when you forcibly made me watch an Underworld marathon.”
Brie didn’t let her eyes wander over to the stack of movies by the 54″ flat screen, but Eli’s did. He cracked up laughing and snatched up the stack, waving them as evidence at Des. Des gasped in horror and tugged on Brie’s electric blue hair in retribution.
“Haven’t I taught you anything?!” Des practically screamed.
“I think you’ve insulted the horror show queen,” Eli chuckled as he plopped down onto the sofa beside Eli, earning a smack on his broad chest from Des and a swipe on the shin from Brie.
“Only I can insult Brie,” Des told him, flipping his hair over a creamy white shoulder adorned with fake tattoos that Brie had helped spend hours applying for him. “Obviously,” he directed this at Brie, “you’re in need of a re-education, so I’m going to give it to you.” He sat up and straightened his glittery silver mini-dress, swearing as he teetered too far forward for a second on his platforms.
“God I fucking hate these things,” he growled, sounding like his usual grumpy self. Brie and Eli watched him stalk out of the living room and clomp up the stairs, still swearing under his breath as he went.
“His date didn’t show, did he?” Brie asked quietly, eying the kernels on the floor in mourning.
“He showed,” Eli replied huskily. “He just…brought another date with him.”
Brie dropped her forehead onto her palm and let out a soft curse. Eli chuckled again. “If he doesn’t get laid,” Eli drawled softly, “living with him is going to become a nightmare.”
Brie ran her hands through her hair, blowing at a strand that got into her eyes. “Yea, well, the last time I tried to help Des out, I summoned an incubus and Des thought he was in love! It took three weeks of sleeping drought to make him forget that fuzzy freak ever showed up!”
“I thought he never forgot,” he reminded her. Brie shot him a dirty glare and fingered her fading hair to distract herself from the memory. Within seconds the powdery blue color was as vibrant and electric as the day she had first cast the spell.
Eli smirked at the display and pulled out a pack of cigs, showing them to her. Brie made a face and shook her head before sitting up to begin cleaning the mess she had made. “You may not want to do that in the house though,” Brie stated absently. “In Des’ state, he may gut you with the heel of one of his Jimmy Choo’s.”
Eli blew a thin stream of flame over the tip of his cigarette, the fire reflecting in his eyes. “Thankfully I have a little white witch to heal me, don’t I?” He teased, the garnet red in his irises practically smoldering when their eyes connected.
Brie flushed, cursing her pale, freckled skin and its transparency of her emotions. When the taste of cinnamon and spice ran over her tongue, Brie fought to control the passions it arose within her.
“You still haven’t told him, have you?” Eli asked quietly, the humor gone from his voice.
Brie pulled away from his reach and heard the audible hiss of his anger as she scurried into the safety of her kitchen, hiding behind plants of dubious origin and her antique cookware.
When her sensitive oleanders began to whither, Brie knew that Eli was in the room. Soon her entire herb and flower collection withered into ash in their pots, exposing Brie at the tiny kitchen sink. Warm hands, roughened by a century of work, trailed down her trembling twiggy arms before trapping her wrists to the counter tile. The window by the sink began to fog and sweat with Eli’s heat, his rage tampered only by the fact that if he lost control, Brie’s sensitive human skin would burn.
But there had been a time when he had lost control of his fire and heat — and instead of burning up in the inferno, Brie had drawn it into herself, down into her very womb and soul. Those flames became a part of her then, connecting her to Elijah in ways no mortal or immortal had ever before.
And he had been chasing after her ever since.
“Brie,” he grumbled, “have you told him?”
Brie shook her head and the pale blue tresses of her hair fell into her face. A hand lifted from her wrist and examined the strands. A second later a huff of irritation left Eli’s nose.
“You dyed your hair to spite me, didn’t you Brie?” Eli growled. “Because I told you that we matched, blood for blood.”
Brie shook her head again, trembling harder now. The heat from Eli’s stolen flames were fanning her insides, leaving her will crumbling in its wake. She was lying, they both knew that, and he was right — but she couldn’t cop up.
Blood for blood.
Her garnet strands, a gift of her human mother, were the same exact shade as the pair of eyes Brie could feel boring into the back of her head.
After that night, that one night, when she had escaped her pain in the comfort of Eli’s arms, he had said those exact same words. Blood for blood. But then, he hadn’t been talking about aesthetics. He had been talking about souls — about the match of their blood.
Of mates.
“You sacrificed your gift for me, Brie,” Eli whispered against the curve of her neck, his warm breath filling her mouth with cinnamon and desires of the night in their past.
“I still have my gift,” she shuddered out, gripping the tiles beneath her palms with serious force.
“But you were willing to give it up, for me,” he countered, reminding her of how far she had fallen. “For us to be together,” Eli murmured against her ear, his lips playing over the flesh.
“Eli, stop,” Brie whispered hoarsely, tears of anger, want, and irritation seeping past the corners of her eyes. The sound of the glass warping beneath the combined pressure of Eli’s heat and Brie’s spell to contain the inferno within was nothing of the shock compared to the tell-tale bitchy chuckle that came from the kitchen doorway.
Brie’s eyes shot open in horror and caught the glowing red ones that peered back at her in the glass. A flash of pink over Eli’s shoulder confirmed her worst fear.
Busted.
“So…since my date left me high and dry, are you two putting on a free show to make me feel better?”
Brie growled in irritation and wriggled free of Eli’s grip, twirling away from him and grabbing another bag of Cracker Jack from the pile of treats that had been haphazardly thrown onto the counter. “Don’t be such a cad!” she shot at Des as she passed, her face hot with mortification and Eli’s heat.
“Uh, don’t be such a prude,” Des shot back, his arm coming around to catch her, though she nimbly darted out of reach. He sighed dramatically and put his hands on his narrow hips. “Are we still having this movie marathon thing or are you flaking out on me because you’re embarrassed I caught you?”
“We weren’t doing anything!” Brie snapped. Instantly, white sparks shot from her fingers and caught the settee on fire. At the same time, the kernels in her bag overheated and exploded into her face, filling the air with the smell of burnt popcorn and leather.
Swearing, she threw out a spell to calm the flames, only to have another spell — a more controlled one — block hers and take the energy of the fire. Brie studied in awe as the golden flames turned garnet red before retreating back into a new entity — Eli’s.
Brie swallowed hard as the flames she had stolen from Eli swirled inside her, responding to the magic that the fire demon had summoned. Eli met her gaze, his eyes darkening with promise. She had stolen his flames last Halloween — now it was his time to return the favor.
“Holy shit you two!” Des moaned in irritation, fanning his flushed skin with his hands. “Any hotter and I’m going to burn okay? I have a photo shoot tomorrow, so for the sake of my fair beauty can you two tone it down a notch — or ten?!”
Brie and Eli dropped gazes and after a few long seconds, the room became cool and crisp, ventilated by the autumn night’s chill.
Des let out a frustrated huff, pushing back his pink hair off his forehead. “Look, I love the both of you, but this entire bloody charade has to stop!” Des turned to Brie and raised his back-to-normal dark eyebrows up at her. “You need to forget that arsehat warlock, babe. Henry is probably wading in some hot spring surrounded by nymphs, charming them with his knock-knock jokes.”
Brie glared at him, but he was already turning towards Eli to vent and didn’t see it.
“And you had the bloody nerve to shag my best friend and lie to me about it?!” Des demanded, getting in Eli’s face. “I cannot believe the disrespect I’m getting right now!”
Eli exhaled and crossed his arms, the sleeves of his black leather aviator jacket tightening around the muscles there. He shifted his weight, drawing Brie’s attention to his narrowed waist and the black jeans that did nothing to hide his toned thighs — or the sizeable bulge that hung in between.
“Des,” Eli said quietly in a tone that meant business, “this is between Brie and me. I need you to respect that.”
Des stamped his foot. “Dammit, I told you not to go near her!”
Brie flinched at the sound of Eli’s threatening growl as it rumbled like a rolling bass cadent throughout the old house. Des scoffed and crossed his thin arms, clearly not amused. Brie swallowed hard and found the courage to say the words Des needed to know.
“It wasn’t his fault, Des,” Brie whispered.
Des turned his eyes on her, the anger in them almost frightening. “It wasn’t?” he asked thinly, the vein in his temple throbbing. Brie shook her head slowly and watched his face and bitchy stance crumble. “Brie…Brie what are you saying?”
Brie caught Eli’s eyes and watched as he masked the hope in them instantly.
And here goes the peace and normalcy I had been hoping for…she thought bitterly.
Brie let out a shaky sigh and began to explain. “Eli came by the house looking for you, but you were off Halloween shopping for the party that night. Henry had just dumped me and I unloaded everything on him,” she began, gesturing towards Eli. Brie swallowed at the disgruntled look on Des’ face at the mention of Henry but continued, her voice trembling a little. “He…he was just trying to be helpful until you showed up and saved him, I think. But…but I pushed things and we…we…well.” Brie pushed her hair back nervously. “I startled Eli and you know how he gets — he burns things. So…so…at the end, he…”
“Oh my God, out with it already!” Des griped.
“When I came, I nearly burnt her alive — nearly, because she took my flames inside herself,” Eli finished, his voice absent of the stuttering embarrassment that had plagued Brie’s. “She’s my mate, Des. The moment she kissed me, we knew.”
Des put his hands over his lips, the pink fingernails flashing in the light of the plastic Halloween jack o’ lanterns that were strung up throughout the living room. His eyes went back and forth between the two of them and for long seconds only the dim click of the grandfather clock down the hall was to be heard.
“And you’ve been running from him for a year,” Des pieced together, his voice slow and methodical. “So that explains the heat wave of sexual tension inside our house?” he asked Brie in confirmation. She nodded and watched as he threw back his head and laughed — hard.
Brie threw her burnt popcorn at him, but Des was too busy cackling his head off to notice, his tall, lithe body falling back against the wall as he stumbled for support. Clutching his ribs tightly, he gasped for air around his guffaws until finally he began to wind down.
“I don’t see what’s so funny,” Brie stated flatly, crossing her arms with a glare.
Des wiped at his eyes, sniffling a little. “Babe, the irony that the two people I thought would hate each other most would end up shagging — and being mates on top of it all — is just too much,” he chuckled, straightening up with a sigh. “A demon and a witch,” he muttered thoughtfully a few moments later. “Who knew?”
The three of them fell silent then, for the irony of the situation was pretty remarkable.
Brie had been born of an incubus and a human mating, retaining the superhuman powers and abilities of her demonic father. In modern times, “cambion” had been replaced for “witch” or “cunning-folk”, to which Brie responded to both. Growing up without either of her parents (her father had never been in the picture and her mother died from complications of her birth), she had been raised by her mother’s three other sisters: Aunt Flora, Aunt Rowan, and Aunt Celine. She had been taught the magick, right here in this very house, and she had been taught well. She had practiced her magick on both animals and people to hone her skills. One day, after a “wish” to make the pesky new neighbor go away backfired, Des had been part of her life ever since.
Brie had grown up with the stories of the realms parallel to the human one, each realm filled with a new magical being that Brie had devoted endless hours to memorizing even the most minute detail about: the realm of ice and crystal was ruled by the gentle giants called today ‘Bigfoot’ or ‘the Yeti’, another realm belonged to those of the fey and the witches (where her aunts had retired to) where the earth was alive and magic was used all day long. One realm, wreathed in fire and rock and volcanoes, was where the demons roamed. They lived in houses of black obsidian or in caves burrowed into the rock, absorbing the molten lava and the heat of the world around them.
That was where Eli belonged, and for only three days a year, beginning on October 31st, could he leave his realm to travel to those beyond it. And five years ago, when he had escaped into the human world the night of Halloween, he had stumbled on (quite literally) Desmond “Des” Clarke and somehow coerced into attending lunch, where his housemate — Brie — was making gumbo.
Brie had known the moment Des and Eli had walked into the home that something was amiss — her glasses tucked away in their cabinets had hummed with energy, the house shifted nervously beneath her feet, and her pet raven named Edgar (yes, a cliché, but the bird responded well to the name) had flown the coop in fear of being grilled and tossed into the gumbo by this strange new entity. And when Eli walked into the kitchen, sparks of a different sort altogether had sent Aunt Flora’s fine china bursting into a million different pieces and the house levitating on its supports.
After that, Brie had to explain to a frantic blubbering Des that the house wasn’t possessed by a poltergeist, but by a witch, and had proved her magic to him whenever he demanded it. By default, Eli’s world had to be explained as well, and finally Des had succumbed to the truth that the humans were not “the only ones”, and Brie had to learn to live with Eli and vice-versa.
For five years Brie and Eli had skirted the truth, and each other, allowing Des to believe that they harbored born sentiments of hatred so deep that they couldn’t stand being in the same room, but tolerated it merely because the human asked. That plan had worked, splendidly so, until last Halloween.
The Eli standing in front of her was nothing like the fiery, passionate being that had taken her that night. Unlike his current form, his skin had become the same rusty red as his eyes and thick black leathery wings protruded from his muscled back, the place where they met in the middle sensitive to fingers — and tongues. The fire within him could be seen swirling beneath the skin, glowing like a small sun within his chest. His transformation would be complete with a red forked tail that despite the sharp, pointed tip could be gentle and controlled and used to arouse beyond belief.
Brie had not had many lovers prior to Eli (though the list was fairly colorful), and after tasting his flame and after the night…and morning…spent in his arms, she had never been able to take another. There was simply no possible way that any man — or not-quite-man — could ever equal to that night with Eli and she had never been eager to disprove that theory. In her mind, it just simply could not be. But with that realization came a price.
Eli was a demon, not born of the human world. He was immortal, impervious to disease or time or any human-made weapon, chemical or otherwise. Brie…was not. She was a gangly, summer-cold-prone human that was dying with each sunset and aging further yet with each sunrise. His world was poisonous to her lungs and his kind was cruel to her people. Her world could not sustain him and there wasn’t a place of in-between for either of them. And as a demon, he was subject to rules: three days in the human world, and no more.
Brie had realized long ago that she would have to settle with three days of her demon once a year… or to not have him at all.
And like a coward, she had copped out.
Too ashamed by her own fear and worries, she hadn’t stopped to think of what Eli had felt. A night of kisses and fire and wordless promises wasn’t enough to know someone; no matter how connected to that person you may feel. And Brie was connected to Eli without a doubt. The bond between them was so strong that even in a realm beyond her own; it vibrated strong and true, not weakened by her age or summer colds or distance.
But now, a year later, she had to face the bond and Eli…and now Des. She wasn’t so sure she was ready. Admitting to being the mate of a demon took internal strength that Brie was starting to wonder if she ever really had. And if she admitted to the bond, the guilt of not admitting to that one thing, that very secret one thing, could eat her up inside. But the thought of Eli reacting badly (Des would be a give-in) made her heart sick and her stomach tighten with fear.
I can’t tell them, she told herself firmly. If Eli doesn’t know, it’s for the best.
Brie swallowed her doubts and built up an imaginary steel rod in her head, imagining that it was her spine and her will and her strength. She lifted her eyes up from the floor and cool steel clashed with fire. She was a melted puddle of iron ore within seconds.
“So, is movie night still on?” Des was asking, his voice sounding strangely far away. “Seriously, I want to have the shit scared out of my g-string…”
A pounding on the front door interrupted his babbling and Des called over his shoulder as he walked if they knew anyone was coming over.
Eli took a step forward. “The incubus?” he guessed, correctly. Brie nodded.
A squeal of surprise followed by a tumultuous roar of relief and pleasure filled the air. Brie was barely aware of Des’ body sprawled in the entryway of the living room straddled by a half-demon, half-wolf beast that was currently licking his way up Des’ neck. She was barely aware of the bag she was holding falling from her hands and to the floor before it was pushed aside by Eli’s adventurous red tail. She was barely aware of anything but Eli, and…her worries be damned, she wanted him.
Now.
Eli and Brie moved in unison, their forms blurring at the speed of which they moved. Eli raced forward as she jumped into his arms, her weight meaning nothing to him as he caught her and spirited them up the stairs, somehow minding the one step with the nail that always snagged, and to her bedroom where a year ago the very same urgency had taken place. But as soon as Eli was within her threshold, he stopped and lowered her back down to the floor, all sense of urgency seemingly gone.
“Eli?” she whispered in surprise as he gently pushed her away, revealing the change of his form.
His internal heat had begun to incinerate his black silk shirt, jeans, and boots; the scraps of the clothing and footwear falling in piles to the wood flooring below. Brie pressed her palms against his smooth red chest and felt his heart contract powerfully beneath. She met his eyes and marveled at the emotion in them, as though he was full to the brim and ready to burst.
“Tell me the words, Brie,” he rasped. Tendrils of smoke escaped past his lips with each word he spoke, speaking volumes of the thin thread of control that plagued the demon. “Tell me, my little witch.”
Brie felt her lips tremble as they parted on their own accord. She didn’t hesitate to recite the words Eli had taught her, and part of her rejoiced at the decision — another part was terrified. “Blood for blood, now blood of my blood, I am unbound and unmade, but I begin anew and cleansed in fire.”
The stolen fire within her broke free from its cage and consumed her whole, devouring her body from the inside out. Brie heard Eli roar in triumph and suddenly the entire world around her seemed to be made entirely of flame.
Sweat began to pour down her body as the heat from the fire consumed her, pooling to the floor to make ashy puddles by her feet. Despite the cleansing of fire, her room remained unaffected, only her body and the body of the demon before her seemed to be wreathed in flame.
Brie closed her eyes as a spirit suddenly slipped beneath her skin to dwell with her own, a spirit she recognized as her demon, her Eli. Elation spread through her the moment their souls came into contact, and with a great sigh, all her worries and fears and darkness seemed to vanish.
I begin anew and cleansed in fire…
“Blood for blood, now blood of my blood, I am unbound and unmade, but I begin anew and cleansed in fire,” Eli murmured against her ear as the flames grew to fever pitch, their fiery tongues lapping at her skin from head to toe.
“Open your eyes, Brie,” he whispered.
Brie groggily blinked her eyes open, wincing at the burning the action caused. Every inch of her felt tight and tingly, like her skin had been exposed to windburn and sunburn all at the same time. The fire was gone, as were her clothes. Large char marks on the walls and floor were the only evidence of what had taken place.
Brie then gasped as she felt his fire move within her. Glancing down, she watched her entire torso illuminate with light, revealing a fire that she could now feel and control, as opposed to before when it was just stirring embers before.
She looked up in wonder at Eli and saw tears of lava flow down his red cheeks. Brie reached up and brushed them away, marveling at how the lava then became a part of her. The tears disappeared completely beneath her skin and left no trace behind, not once burning her either.
“My fire will never be able to harm you,” Eli murmured as he put his warm, strong arms around her waist. “And your magic, in turn, will never be able to harm me.”
Brie’s salty tears made hissing noises on his skin, causing them to laugh for no real reason at all. Brie rose up on her tiptoes and tilted up her chin. “You’re all mine now,” she whispered against his lips, watching the expressions of lust and love and awe flicker across his eyes. “At least, you are in spirit.”
Eli gave her a wicked grin, flashing his fangs in a way that made them more seductive than frightening. “I plan to make your body mine, little witch,” he chuckled darkly, teasing her swells with soft brushes of his lips. “Right now, in fact,” he vowed.
Brie jumped at the loud howl that filled the air, followed by a tell-tale series of curses that were Des’ specialty.
“Clearly we’re not the only ones with that idea,” Eli chuckled as he quickly scooped Brie up off the floor and took her to bed.
Brie sealed his mouth to hers to keep him from talking and jerked in surprise when his large hands slid between them and reached up to her breasts to tug both her sweater and off-the-shoulder tee clean from her body. Eli left her mouth instantly to swoop down and claim a cotton candy pink nipple, worrying the sensitive flesh until it puckered between his lips. Brie cried out harshly when his fangs gently pricked her aureole. The soft sting and the subsequent kitten licks of his tongue sweeping away her drops of blood turned her on immensely, just as he had remembered.
Brie ran her hands down his sides in retribution, dragging her nails over his hide. Eli groaned deep from within his throat with the movement, his spine arching a little at the contact. The nails didn’t hurt him at all, they weren’t strong enough to, but her strong touch allowed him to feel the sensation that sent all his blood to one exact spot.
Eli growled when her thumbs dug into the V of his thigh muscles, the pads of her fingers massaging the planes of his body knowing exactly how quickly it could undo him. He pulled her hands away and pinned them up above her head, his garnet eyes flashing with warning. Brie just grinned impishly up at him in response.
“You little vixen,” he growled out, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips that made them bruise and swell under his heavy touch. He broke away to watch her gasp and mewl, appreciating the sight of her before speaking again. “My teasing little witch…now it’s my turn to torture you,” he vowed.
Brie’s body hummed with tension, her body almost instantly readying itself at the demon’s promise. Eli grinned up at her as he lowered his head to suckle a nipple almost childishly, his gentle attentions making good on his vow. Brie wriggled her naked body beneath him, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Eli’s eyes darkened and he bit down on the swell of her breast, not enough to break the skin but enough to get the warning across. Brie whimpered in submission and exposed her neck to him, baring all. Eli’s body vibrated with the growl that escaped his chest.
“Afraid of my conquest?” he grumbled against the hollow of her throat, not yet expecting her defeat.
Brie swallowed and shook her head. “I’m yours to take,” she whispered, enunciating each word with meaning that just yet she could not say aloud. It was still too soon for that.
Eli growled and nipped at her neck in response, his refusal surprising her.
“As much as I want to take your offer, my little witch,” he breathed huskily over her cheek, “I can’t.” Brie met his eyes in surprise and saw the worry there. “I was not gentle with you last time,” he reminded her. “You bled.”
Brie pulled up her knees and felt his throbbing flesh slide hotly against her own. “I don’t want you to be gentle now, Eli,” she whispered thickly, her lust and desperation warring within her with each second that passed. “We have other nights to be gentle.”
Eli’s eyes darkened and she accepted his promising kiss, returning his fervor and passion with all that she had within her being. Eli broke it to kiss down her body, his mouth and tongue wet and hot over her skin as he claimed it as his own. He did not waste time in nips or teases — his mouth latched over her sex and devoured it. His fangs scraped over the already sensitive flesh, his warm tongue claiming her inner thighs with long, possessive strokes before alternating with short lapping ones. The broad pad of his thumb fiddled with her distended clit, teasing it out of its hood before suckling on it between his lips like he had her nipples.
As though he knew her thoughts, a hand possessively slid up her lean stomach up to her breasts, where he found a hard, pebbled nipple and roughly squeezed, eliciting a wanton moan from deep within her chest.
Brie couldn’t stay still either. Her body slid sinuously over her white sheets, taking in the contrast of Eli’s garnet skin against the moon pale linen. Her hands slid into the thick ink strands of his hair and she massaged at the scalp with her nails in a way that she knew he loved. With Eli she could be fierce and strong and not worry about being the gentle, demure witch everyone thought her to be. He demanded passion and strength, like the fire that swirled around his core — and now hers.
When a single, thick digit slid between Brie’s folds, she slid her body down the sheets as to embed it fully, gasping as she rocked her hips over Eli’s finger. The demon smiled darkly in approval, his eyes glittering as he watched her ride. Two digits slipped inside her and Brie rocked faster, crying out wordlessly when his fingers beckoned inside her pussy and brushed against her sensitive wall. When Eli added the third finger, Brie was almost delirious with the pleasure…but it wasn’t enough.
“Eli, please,” Brie begged, her entire body bowing into the most submissive form she had. “Claim me, Eli,” she breathed.
And that was all it took.
Eli’s first thrust was not gentle. Neither was the second nor the third. Eli was large, made even bigger by his transformation and her narrow waist. Brie thought she could feel every vein, every ridge and crest as he entered her, and when his tip bumped her womb, she cried out at the fullness she felt, almost delirious with the deliciousness of it.
And you thought you could live without this, her mind teased her. How wrong she had been!
Eli’s frame lowered down to hers, brushing over her skin with his with each thrust. His eyes never left hers as he plunged into her begging body, the sound of his hips meeting her wet thighs the cadence to the muted gasps that tumbled from Brie’s throat and the rumbling bass of the growls that escaped Eli’s chest. Long, sure strokes pummeled into her until Brie begged for more, her nails digging into the broad breadth of his shoulders as she cried out her plea.
And Eli gave. He angled her hips and thrust down deeper inside of her, each stoke taking her higher and higher until she was screaming raw hoarse cries that had Eli’s dark chuckle filling the air alongside them.
Sweat made her blue hair cling to her face and neck, the drops rolling down both their skins as the once faint stirrings of otherworldly desire began to become a tidal wave ready to crash upon the shore. The heat of their combined fire made the bed sheets smolder beneath them and steam began to rise up off their bodies, filling the room with a musky-scented vapor.
And Eli began to speed up his thrusts, their bodies connecting so harshly that it was almost painful. The bed scraped along the floor as Eli put his hands under her shoulders and pulled Brie down onto him as he thrust up, taking control as he sought desperately to bring her to the brink. Brie clung tightly to Eli’s taut frame; gasping hot breaths over his ear with each sharp collide.
Finally, the wave crashed with a sonic boom. Brie’s entire body bowed up off the mattress, every muscle so tight that when Eli gave a final, forceful thrust to send her over the edge; her body became almost made of stone before shattering beneath him with his name on her lips.
Eli followed soon after, his climax bursting the two of them into flame with the intensity of it. The feel of his liquid hot seed filling her womb gave Brie a soft aftershock that had her shuddering beneath Eli again, milking him for all he was worth.
Eli and Brie collapsed onto the soaked and destroyed bed sheets a minute later, covered in sweat and gasping for air. Eli licked the salt from the hollow of her neck up to the dip behind her ear where his fangs slid home.
One swallow was all it took, and what he took he returned. Brie kissed the crimson drops from his lips, suckling his bottom swell into hers. Eli growled and pulled his face away, his features pulled into a tight grimace as pleasure/pain got the best of them both.
“Just stay like this,” Brie whispered against his cheek. She smoothed his inky black hair away from his face, smiling a little when his forehead dropped down to rest on her collarbone with a relieved sigh. Eli took three long breaths before pulling out of her still hal-hard and rolling with a groan onto his side, exposing his entire body to her greedy eye.
Brie rolled onto her side as well, careful to not roll on his tail as she did so, and smiled up at Eli when his arm locked around her waist to keep her close to him. Eli’s garnet eyes softened as he stroked with gentle fingers over her face, a smile playing on his lips as he twirled the blue strands between his fingers.
“I know that three days is not nearly enough time to be together,” he whispered. “But‒”
Brie put a finger to his lips, shushing him with a smile. “We’ll make the most of it, Eli,” she said softly. “It’s all we can do.”
Eli swallowed hard and kissed her finger softly before pulling it away and slanting his lips firmly, but lovingly, over her own. When he broke the kiss, Brie whispered, “Make love to me, Eli. Please.”
Eli nodded and kissed her again, the taste of his flames igniting the passion that had only been just briefly sated. Eli slid between her legs again and rolled her onto her back, not breaking the kiss as he followed her. Their bodies lined up together and Brie shuddered in bliss when his firm, hot length slid back inside her again. Eli’s thrusts were long and unhurried. Each time he slid in to the hilt, he kissed her — on her cheeks, on her eyelids, but on her lips the most.
She nuzzled his cheek with hers when he ground against her and sent sparks to her clit, an action that he returned when she squeezed him firmly inside her, to remind him that this was his, that she belonged to him. Eli gave an appreciative moan when she nipped at his neck, mimicking the act that had completed their mating. When they approached the end this time, it was not rushed or frenzied, and it wasn’t long before Eli had her riding above him, his tail giving her encouragement as she did so.
On and on through the night they went, until just before the sun rose Brie succumbed to one final peak and crested down almost immediately in the comforting blackness of sleep.
xxxxx
When Brie woke the next day, the sun was already high in the sky, but the smells of breakfast were filling the air of her bedroom with a potency that could not be ignored. She stretched with a languid smile across her sheets, her smile fading when the other half of the bed came up empty and cool.
Brie shot up with a start, groaning instantly at the painful jolt the quick movement sent through her. Her body, tender from the roots of her hair to her toenails, protested in every way and form of moving. Her lower half in particular felt almost disconnected from the entire parade and she struggled to sit herself upright.
Rubbing sleep out of her eyes Brie glanced around the room, admiring the mess that had been made of not only her bed but of her rugs and bedside tables. Most of her belongings within reach had been knocked clean off their stands onto the floor, broken from erratic wing stretches or Eli’s lashing tail. Brie gave a mental shrug at that, her body too tired to carry out the movement.
It was all just junk anyway, she chuckled. And besides — every broken piece was worth it.
With a sigh, Brie stumbled on teetering legs to the shower. She emerged victorious a few minutes later and worked with the few toiletries she had before stumbling downstairs and into the kitchen. She chuckled at the sight of Des in the arms of Fen, a spatula in one hand and a palm full of Fen’s blonde hair in the other, holding the demon’s face firmly to his in a passionate kiss.
She cleared her throat and the couple slowly pulled apart before looking over at her with lazy smiles. “So you had a late night as well?” Des asked as Fen pulled away completely, his green eyes watching the demon yawn and stretch out his ripped physique unabashedly. Brie rolled her eyes at the display and walked the familiar path to the kitchen cabinet where the coffee and tea mugs were stored.
“Yes, I did,” Brie admitted, feeling a bit smug about it too. “So I have to say, I’m a bit surprised Hellboy wasn’t around when I woke up.”
At the silence that greeted her, Brie stopped at the coffee maker and turned to look at Fen and Des who were staring at one another, not blinking.
“Des?” she inquired, her hip jutting out impatiently as she waited.
“He went…out,” Des said finally, not looking away from Fen’s crystal blue stare. “But he’ll be back soon?” he finished tentatively.
Brie let out a huff of impatience but said nothing. Last night Eli had made it clear that his three days were going to be spent here with her, but maybe for some reason duty had called him away. Brie shrugged again mentally at that. To be honest, she had no idea what demons did in their downtime, especially on a planet wreathed of fire and obsidian. They didn’t even have ESPN, so how in the hell did they pass the time?
Brie finished up her coffee after adding copious amounts of milk and sugar (Des always did make a pretty strong brew) and escaped the horny gay couple for the safety of the upstairs. She poked her head hopefully into her room and sighed softly with disappointment to find it empty.
Shaking her head to toss away the nagging thoughts, she moved to her closet and dressed for the day, though hesitating when she caught sight of her reflection in the floor-length door mirror. Her eyes wandered down to her stomach, where she hesitantly placed her hands and waited, biting down hard enough on her bottom lip to almost draw blood. A year ago she had stood in this same position, wondering if her magick was reading her body wrong — it hadn’t been. And out of fear of the unknown, Brie had ended the life inside her — a regret that still haunted her even today.
No point in dwelling over it, she told herself, watching her reflection closely as she dropped her hands to her sides. You can’t tell him now anyway — he’s not here to tell it to.
Brie had just slipped into her shoes when two warm familiar arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed, lifting her high into the air before twirling her around. Brie squealed out a laugh as hot, wet kisses were planted over her neck and face, the owner of those lips growling in pleasure as she wriggled against him.
Brie finally managed to break free only to turn around and tackle Eli in her arms, sealing her mouth over his for a long, deep kiss. When she finally could break away, she was gasping and Eli was rubbing against her sensually, his tail wickedly sneaking under her shirt to tease at her breasts.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Brie gasped out, laughing in surprise.
Eli growled and kissed his bite mark on her neck. “Never,” he vowed darkly. “I’ll never have enough of you, little witch.”
Brie squeezed him close and rubbed her nose into his chest, tasting the cinnamon of his flames once more. “Where did you go?” she asked his chest. “You were gone when I woke up.”
Eli chuckled. “I had a few errands to make. I brought something back for you, actually. Let go of my arms and I can show you.”
Brie shook her head no, knowing it was childish but not caring.
“Brie, don’t you want your gift?” he whispered softly against her temple, kissing the spot there after.
Brie backed away then, her face crumpling in suspicion. “You never call me Brie,” she mused.
Eli smiled and lowered his body down to eye level…and then to his knee.
A leather box appeared in his red palm and Brie watched with misty eyes as he pulled the lid back, revealing a three-stone diamond ring against the black velvet.
“I know that we can’t get married in the church or by a priest, since being what I am in fact makes that impossible, and I know that I can’t even give you a civil marriage since I haven’t social security, but I still want you to have this. I’d be honored to be called your husband.” Eli smiled impishly, revealing the dimple in his left cheek. “That is, if you’ll take me.”
Brie squealed and nodded, laughing and crying and jumping up and down in one place like a three year old, each wiggle making it harder for Eli to put the ring on. When it finally slid down her finger, fitting perfectly, Brie burst out laughing and launched herself at her demon, kissing his face and hair and neck and chest before he pulled her up into his arms and kissed her senseless in return.
Despite having made love the entire night, Brie fell back onto the bed and took Eli with open arms.
xxxxx
A year later…
The house seemed to know that Brie was expecting someone. It was silent and watchful, making not a single creak or moan as Brie watched the minute hand wind down on the clock. Edgar on his perch in the rafters fluttered his wings as though to dispel the tension and gave a soft croak. Brie rubbed her sweaty palms along her jean-clad thighs, her blue eyes darting back to the clock on the kitchen wall.
Five…four…three…two…o—
The front door to the house swung open and Brie swallowed her nerves before standing up on shaking legs to greet the visitor. The tiny hand holding her fingers squished the diamond ring Eli had given her tightly into the skin, but she didn’t mind.
Brie held her breath as his footsteps drew closer and her heart began to pound at the sight of those burning garnet eyes that appeared out of the blackness. Eli walked into the living room and paused, watching her bend down and pick up the tiny babe with russet red hair and glowing garnet eyes in absolute silence. Brie swallowed and smoothed back the boy’s hair, revealing the pale skin he had inherited from his witchy mother and the impish smile that could only belong to Eli.
“Brie…” her demon breathed, taking a step forward.
Brie smiled softly at Eli, her eyes clouding with tears. “Eli, this is our son, Jackson, though he only answers to Jax.” She took a step towards Eli and smiled down at her son. “Jax, this is your daddy.”
Jax swung his eyes to Eli and watched as a smile crossed his dad’s face before he grinned back. He reached out to Eli without any hesitation at all. The big demon pulled his son close and laughed, twirling him a little in the air before bringing him down into his chest. Eli stroked over the hair and the puffy cheeks, smiling down at Jackson when the baby yawned and pressed his face to Eli’s warm chest, searching for a comfy spot to sleep.
Brie met Eli’s gaze and wiped at her wet face sheepishly, laughing a little when Eli reached out for her with a smile. “I didn’t know how you would react,” Brie said honestly as she wrapped her arms around his trim waist. “It kept me up at night sometimes, wondering if you would…just wondering, really.”
Eli pressed a kiss to her temple, his hold around her firm and strong. “You gave me a son, Brie,” he breathed, his voice tight and soft. “The only worry you should have is how you’re going to keep my hands off of you tonight.”
“And that’s where I come in!”
Brie laughed as Des bounced in front of them like an eager puppy, pouting a little until Eli released Brie’s waist and hugged the skinny Welshman back. Des bounced up on his platforms and kissed Eli’s cheek before leaning down and planting a smack on Brie’s mouth, much to Eli’s irritation. Des waved off his growls and kissed Jax softly.
“So you’re back!” Des whispered in excitement when he saw Jax was sleeping.
Eli suddenly smiled a secret smile and looked down at Brie, his garnet eyes twinkling. “For good,” he told her, his smile widening.
“For…forever?” Brie gasped, clutching his arm tightly. “Do you mean it, Eli?”
Eli nodded quickly, grinning hugely now. “As long as I visit my realm when my power is weak, I can stay here, with my family.” He then eyed Des and winked. “I…brought someone along, if that’s alright. He’s a little lost wondering where he’s going to spend all his time on earth with all the humans. I thought maybe you could help him out.”
Like the wolf he was, Fen snuck noiselessly out of the shadows and caught Des unaware, the resulting screech of surprise waking Jackson but making Brie and the others laugh. Des tackled the wolf demon in glee, his glossy lips marking the abundant golden flesh in front of him. Brie turned her attention back to Eli, her heart still pounding with the news.
“Happy anniversary, Eli,” she murmured, a bright smile crossing her face.
“Happy Halloween, Brie,” her demon chuckled before leaning down to seal their future with a kiss.
THE END