Dark Interests Ch. 02

Daemon reached around from beneath her thighs and gripped her full cheeks in his hands, his thick fingers pressing into the firm mounds of muscle. Elina's toned tushy molded around his hands as she wiggled her hips a little. Daemon pulled Elina's ass apart, his thumbs sliding down her crack to stop near the lips of her sex. Her little rosebud contracted before him as she clenched nervously, feeling exposed. He didn't care.

The smell of Elina's arousal surrounded Daemon, fogging his mind and contracting his vision until all he saw was her snatch, stretched apart by his thumbs, waiting for him. Elina's outer labia were parted to expose her tight little hole framed by the soft pink walls and small inner folds of her pussy. His breath picked up as a bead of liquid slid out from her entrance and ran along her frilly nether lips like a raindrop. His hungry eyes tracked it as it stopped at her hooded little nub of pleasure before falling onto his chest.

Elina felt Daemon's breath on her pussy and asshole as he leant forward. Nerves made her clench but his firm hold on her ass cheeks kept her spread wide open. She sucked furiously on his cock meat to distract herself. Her short hair bounced up and down as she worked him between her lips at a blistering pace. Her hand turned into a blur, saliva frothing around her grip as her emotions ran wild. Part of her was worried she would taste weird or he wouldn't like it and another part of her wanted to feel his tongue on her so badly it was all she could do not to sit up and grind against his face forcefully. Her emotions kept twisting a knot in her stomach right up until she felt him kiss her inner thighs then her thoughts scattered as she just enjoyed the pleasure from his mouth as it moved over her body lovingly.

His lips were scorching hot as they trailed kisses over her silky smooth thighs. Scorching hot and so very tender, they sent a flutter of anticipating through Elina's stomach as he started to add a little sucking action to each kiss and then a little tongue. He stopped over her waiting sex, his breath coming in hurried gasps as he tried to smell and see her all at once. Ever so slowly his tongue slid out of his mouth and slipped between her parted lips, the tip curling slightly as it dragged along the length of her exposed slit to collect her juices.

The touch of his tongue on her most intimate place was too much for Elina and she shoved his cock further into her mouth to stop herself from crying out loudly. She gagged a little when his crown butted into the back of her mouth and had to blink the reflexive tears from her eyes. She didn't care.

Elina tasted how she smelt: a combination of salty, sweet, and spicy. It set Daemon's mouth alight and he lunged forward, eager for more. Elina bucked back wildly at the same time, the young vixen suddenly desperately eager to have his hot tongue on her aching pussy. She ground herself back against his eager mouth, mashing her heated sex against his face as her juices spilled out to coat Daemon's lower face. Daemon's tongue stroked along her slit in long thick laps that pushed against the inside walls of her folds and ended at her taint.

With Daemon's cock stuffed into her mouth and his face shoved into her ass, Elina was beyond happy. It was better than she could have imagined and the sparks of electric pleasure that shot through her every time Daemon tongued her clit were sending her closer to the edge faster than she thought possible.She popped his stiff member out of her mouth so she could coo encouragements to him, her voice husky in the dark.

'Ooh that's it baby! ...so good...so fucking good De! Lick me there, right there. Yes! Yes! YES!"

Daemon stiffened his tongue before plunging it into her heated hole, her natural lubricants coupled with his own saliva making it easy. His firm tongue pushed against her velvety inner walls as he made little rotations with it in her. Elina muffled her scream in Daemon's crotch as he stretched her little hole wide, his tongue frigging her sex with wet smacking sounds. The vibrations of her scream against his cock had Daemon's balls tightening. The feeling of her walls as they pushed back against his thrusting tongue had his head spinning

Knowing he was close and desperate for her to get there with him, he released her ass cheek with one hand and the soft flesh fell back to rest against his cheek. He slipped the thumb of his now free hand into her waiting hole, the rest of his fingers facing up against her crack and brushing gently against her star. He moved his mouth lower to concentrate on her clit. Elina's little friend stood proud and free of its fleshy hood as he swirled little circles around it with the tip of his tongue.

It was all too much for Elina. Raising up, Daemon's cock slid free from her lips with a light pop and she arched her back as she braced one hand on his stomach. Properly positioned she started to buck back against his mouth and invading finger. Her other hand worked over his length on autopilot, her movements a blur.

"Yes-yes-yes!" she chanted, lost in delirious pleasure. Her small breasts bounced with her wild movements as she rode her lover's face. She reached up and pulled at her own nipples, crying out at the added stimulation, "Right there! Right there! OH GOD! FUCK! DE! OH-OH-OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK! YEEEEEEES!"

Stars burst in Elina's vision as her pussy clenched rhythmically around Daemon's thumb, fresh juices spilling out across his face to coat him from nose to chin as her thighs pressed in on him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it slowly as she tried desperately not to scream too loud. Daemon, his hearing blocked by the firm thighs clamped on both sides of his head, let her ride his face as she slowly came down from her orgasm. Finally free to cum he relaxed the increasing pressure that had built up over the minutes he had been holding back and felt his own orgasm rocket through him.

Elina, still sitting on Daemon's face panting and gasping for breath, felt the pulsing through her hand as his rigid member seemed to swell and was smart enough to aim it at herself. She didn't want Daemon's seed coating the bed. It was the third time he came that night but his load wasn't any smaller for it. Strand after thick ropy strand shot out of his tip as she jerked him off. His jizz left glistening trails across his own clenching abs. A few dollops dribbled out of the slit at his tip and covered her hand in scalding hot spunk.

"Fuuuck El, that was..." Daemon started to say weakly from between her thighs. The feel of his breath on her over sensitive sex made Elina shiver as little tremors, aftershocks of pleasure, coursed through her, making the muscles in her abdoman and legs gently twitch.

"Unbelievable?" she finished for him as she flopped back down onto him so her head rested on his thigh. She watched his slowly deflating member in front of her face with a strange fascination. It bobbed once, as if in recognition of her attention, and a final little glop of semen slid out of the tiny hole at his tip. She watched it run down his softening flesh before collected it on her finger and, after a moment's consideration, popped it in her mouth. She made a face as, better prepared for his taste the second time around, she found she still wasn't a big fan.

"Yeah. Let's go with un-fucking-believable!" Daemon stroked her ass cheeks where they rested below his chin. His fingers whispered across the taunt skin of each full cheek making Elina smile. "Fuck, you have an incredible ass, El!"

"First night of sex and he's already trying to get me to do anal," Elina fake-pouted. "Why lord, why did I have to end up with the giant pervert?"

"I'm the pervert? You're the one lying down in my cum!"

Elina squirmed on top of him. His seed was surprisingly gritty and she could feel it between them.

"Well...looks like another shower!" she mock-growled. Secretly she was eager to try the massive shower she had seen earlier.

***

Mircalla watched the rising sun from her desk. Outside her floor length window the early rays dyed the sky a dark red and pink that reminded her she hadn't eaten in a while. Sailor's warning she thought to herself as one slim finger tapped rhythmically on her desk. It was a good thing she didn't hold court during the weekends. She didn't have the patience for it right now.

Her guards alerted her to the arrival of Karl. With a thought she gave them permission to allow him entry. She didn't turn around as she heard the door open though, choosing instead to continue looking at the sky and the city that was slowly coming to life below her.

"Countess," Karl said. His voice was a smooth baritone. "You called for me?"

Countess Karnstein finally turned from the window to regard the Gargoyle. He was handsome, with finely chiseled features. Dark grey hair fell about his face in a thick curtain to frame his angled cheekbones and downturned eyes. A stonish hue from his nightly patrol still clung to his skin, a dusting of grey across his brow and jawline like a five o'clock shadow, but even as Karnstein watched the colour changed to a more rosey red in the sunlight.

"I did," Mircalla said, crossing her legs, the movement jostling her large breasts and making them sway. She had changed into a silk blouse and removed her bra so the fabric would cling to the swell of her breasts and highlight the barest hint of nipple, all for this meeting. She didn't miss the way his eyes watched their movement hungrily, just as she had planned. "I require information. Information I believe you can gather. Only you."

Karl stepped forward on overly large bare feet that did not match the dark three piece suit he wore. "What information would that be?"

Mircalla leant forward slowly so her breasts would push against her top all the more. Once again the gargoyle's eyes tracked them and the Countess almost smiled. She wanted him to see her as nothing more than some pin up doll to drool over and paw at.

"I need you to find out all you can about the fall of House Larsson and their daughter, Cassandra Larsson."

There were two reasons Gargoyles were excellent information gatherers. They had an almost compulsive urge to be social once they reached a certain age, their youthful years having been wasted on desolate, cold rooftops. Secondly were the natural pheromones they produced that could hypnotize weak minded individuals. It was thanks to this pheromone that they could induce fear as they sat motionless in the dark, their true forms on display. They could also use the pheromone to induce trust and lust if they so wished.

All that being said, some were horrible gossips and not too bright but their egos were monumental. She knew for a fact that Karl was feeding information to both a dark elf and a light elf, both of whom he was sleeping with. The Countess had considered removing him, but if she started killing off the nobles' spies they would band together against her, which would be bothersome, or worse, get spies that were actually good. So she played their games and enjoyed what little pleasure she got from outmaneuvering the irritating bastards and in return they controlled those under them and prevented an all out war with the humans.

"I take it this Cassandra Larsson is dead?" Karl asked.

"Fourteen years ago. If you could also find information on a Derek Blackstrome, I believe he was a partner to Cassandra Larsson some nineteen years ago," Mircalla said. "I would be...grateful. Very grateful."

Karl's eyes turned hooded at those words, his gaze falling unconsciously to her chest, just like she knew he would. She hadn't trusted anyone to be a lover in years, why would she start now? And with him? Mircalla hid her scoff behind a light fake smile. He hadn't even wondered why she was asking him of all people. There were so many other options, better options, available.

"My nightly assignment-" he started.

"Will be handled by someone else," the Countess interrupted him. "You will report back to me in five days. In private. This is of the utmost importance. Do you understand?"

"By your will, Countess."

Countess Karnstein watched Karl turn and strut away like a peacock. Sometimes she got bored at how easy to manipulate some of the Clave were. Flash a little tit, act a little dumb, and they turned into simple to lead beasts. Like cows. She knew that the first thing the Gargoyle would do would be to go and trade that little piece of 'important' information for what probably amounted to ten minutes of grunting and groaning.

How the Elves reacted in the next few days would tell her much. Daemon needed time to grow into his strength, time she intended to give him. She would find who had killed his family and if they still sought him...well, she enjoyed breaking things.

The Countess chastised herself quietly. She should have taken more of an interest in the Noble Houses, maybe then she would have looked further into the attack, but in all honesty she had laughed when she heard the news that the House had been wiped out. The look of fear on the other House head's faces as they realised they themselves could be next had been priceless. Mircalla actually laughed now just thinking about it.

If the Elves were not responsible for the massacre fourteen years ago then she would find a way to 'leak' the same information to the Nobles. Till then she trusted the Elves' hatred of the Nobles enough to keep them from spreading this information.

Countess Karnstein so truly loved kicking the hornet's nest.

Court was going to get interesting soon.

***

"De, I gotta go!" Elina said as she pushed Daemon off her. Or rather she was trying, her boyfriend was rather heavy after all.

She had gotten hold of Aaron earlier in the morning while having breakfast and the space mage had said he would come by the apartment around ten. It was five to now and Elina was expecting him any minute. Her large boy toy had been behaving himself up until about ten minutes ago when he had grabbed her, thrown her onto the bed, and lay on top of her, his weight pushing her into the mattress.

"I'm serious!" Elina said without any real heat. "Baaaabe!" she whined. "I gotta go!"

"Do you though? Do you?" Daemon grumbled, his voice muffled as he tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Elina giggled as his stubble tickled her before remembering she was trying to be angry with him.

"You know my mum will have a cow if I'm home late."

"Let her! Your Dad can just cook it!"

"De!"

"But we just started to...you know...do you really wanna be away from all this?" He rubbed himself against her, his voice playful. "You know you wanna stay...maybe break off a piece of this stud muffin..."

"My dad will break off a piece of your 'stud muffin' if I don't get home!"

"Uhhh...no thanks!" Daemon lifted himself up to rest on his elbow. His face hung over Elina's and his dark eyes turned smouldering as he leaned down to kiss the corner of her lip. "You know," he kissed the other corner of her lip, "I meant," he kissed her dead centre on the lips, "my dick." He kissed her again, deeper this time, his whole body moulding around her as he tried to draw her into him.

Elina's toes curled and she started to squirm. Her hands slid down his back to grab his ass through his jeans. Daemon pulled back enough to kiss her neck, sucking lightly on the skin just above her collarbone.

Elina's hands slid around his waist as they unconsciously followed the band of his underwear. Her delicate fingers were working at his belt buckle before she was even aware of what they were doing.

Daemon's breath was warm against her neck as he nuzzled at her, his hips rotating slowly between her legs. His thick arms were around her, pulling her to him at the same time he crushed her down. He surrounded her, trapped her, smothered her, and yet she pulled at him desperately, wanting to feel more of him.

Elina tangled her hand in his hair, holding his mouth against her as she bucked her hips, her sundress falling about her waist. She could feel his jeans-clad hardness rub against her through her panties.

A small spark of pain flared through her. She was still a little tender from the night before. She fought her indecision as her own lust egged her on. She wanted Daemon inside her again, she wanted to feel that incredible sense of fullness he had given her as he pushed himself into her.

"Oi! Andy's here!" Amanda called from outside, ruining the moment.

"I'm going to kill that little man," Daemon hissed angrily.

"Sorry!" they could hear Amanda say through the door as she talked to someone else. Her voice sounded slightly annoyed before rising in volume as she once more yelled, "I meant Aaron Bokipse is here!"

"Maybe it's a good thing," Elina said, trying to keep her own reluctance from her voice. "I'm still a little tender from last night. It was my first time and you're not what I would call 'small'."

Daemon immediately rolled off her, his annoyed look morphing to one of concern as he placed a hand just above her waistline. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Uhh, cause I didn't want you to stop!" Elina rolled off the bed and went to stand by the bedroom door. "Duh!"

"Now she tells me..." Daemon muttered. "Who still says 'duh' by the way? You want me to go kill the little guy so I can keep rocking your world?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, only half joking.

Elina acted like she had to think about it before flinging her arms around Daemon's neck and pulling him down for a long, deep kiss. "No, he's my ride! Listen, I don't want to be one of those girlfriends but...promise me you'll be careful while I'm gone?"

"Of course. I'm a natural coward, if I see anything even remotely scary I'll run away. Or throw Aaron at it...then run away."

"I love you babe, but you forget I've seen your movie collection, I know you're secretly a monster nerd. If you see something even remotely strange and monsterish you're gonna be fanboying over it so hard it'll choke on your erection when it swallows you whole."

"I most certainly will not!"

"You have every monster movie ever made, even the ones where the monsters look like puppets on a stick." Elina gave him one more kiss on the cheek then grabbed his hand. "Come on. Let's not keep Aaron waiting."

The couple left the room, arm in arm and leaning on one another. Each dreaded being separated as much as the other. Amanda smiled at them from the kitchen where she stood entertaining two people. Aaron stood beside her sipping a glass of water. He wore the same coat he had met them in but a new salmon pink shirt peeked out from beneath. The buttons of his coat stretched tight across his stomach. He beamed when he saw Daemon and blinked across the distance to appear beside him.

"See, now you just showing off!" Daemon teased, reaching out to shake the man's hand.

"My mother always said 'Aaron, you got to learn to use what you got!' so that's what I do."

"You've also got legs."

"You're just jealous." The round man preened, pulling at his sleeves, a smug look on his face.

"He is!" Elina said, throwing Daemon under the bus.

"...I am. A little," he admitted.

Light laughter came from the kitchen and Daemon and Elina went to meet Mini. She looked professional now that they had given her time to get ready. She was dressed in a coat of her own that fit her much better than Aaron's did him. The dipping collar showed a dark maroon blouse underneath and the tails of the coat hung down to mid calf. Her hair was done up in a neat bun with not a strand out of place. Her large brown eyes disappeared as she smiled, her round cheeks swallowing them up.