Date with Destiny-Demon Style Ch. 06

He held her there and teased her endlessly, not that she really minded. The feeling of his cock stroking her inside, combined with the feeling of his tail caressing her clit, made for on hell of an explosion in her mind. Fireworks went off without warning, blossoming into blue, red and gold in her mind. She buried her face in the sheets and screamed out her pleasure. Her shoulders slumped forward, and she dragged harsh, ragged breaths into her burning lungs.

Oh...that was good. I could live with that.

Darian kept moving, his grip on her hips never wavering. She'd forgotten that this was about both of them. As important as she was in this whole game, she'd be selfish to only claim orgasm for herself. She stayed there and let darian finish, content with the gifts he had spent so much time and energy giving her.

Good move. Another orgasm cleared her senses, nearly knocking her of balance. Her mind spun a second time, pure rapture gliding through her veins. From somewhere off in the distance she heard Darian's strained cry, felt his grip tighten on her hips as he unloaded centuries worth of lust and need.

The room was silent for a moment, except for the strained breathing of two half-blood royals coming down from an incredible high. After what felt like hours, Darian pulled away from her, catching her hips in his hands and lowering her onto the bed. He slid against her and wrapped a hand around her waist, turning her onto her side and pulling her close.

"You were wonderful, princess." He nuzzled her neck.

She giggled. "So were you."

A soft kiss on her neck. "I am no incubus, but I know my way around the female form."

"I can tell." She settled against him and closed her eyes. "There's no chance of me getting – "

"Pregnant? No. You can control exactly when your body will release an egg to be fertilized. If you don't want it, your body doesn't let it happen."

"Good. I have deal with you three. I'm not sure I could handle a kid being thrown into that mix." She purred when his hand caressed her stomach.

"When the time comes, princess." He reached up and cupped her breast. "Would you like me to leave?"

"Leave?" Pain speared her heart. "Where would you go?"

"Nowhere important. We're only allowed to stay for as long as you allow us." He kissed her shoulder. "If you're tired, I'm happy to let you rest. It won't offend me at all."

She paused, chewing her lip. She was exhausted, thanks to him, but in a good way. Her body was sated and her mind was at ease. As if on cue, she yawned, her body signaling their conversation should end.

She nodded. "You wore me out."

He laughed. "You're welcome."

She smiled, feeling he pull away from her once again. He slid his hands under her body and lifted her up, holding her as he flipped the blankest back. He laid her down gently, pulling the sheets up to her shoulders as she snuggled into bed. He pressed his lips against her neck.

"Thank you, princess."

She felt his weight leave the bed, heard his footsteps across the floor as he made his way to her door. It opened with a loud creaking, then slammed shut as it always did. The sconces lowered their flames, diming the lights so she could sleep. She closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the past few hours of pleasure and peace. She couldn't help but wonder what Lyzander and Ladrian would be like. She settled deeper into bed and slowed her breathing, letting her mind wander as she waited for sleep to come.

 

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Restlessness clouded her mind, keeping her thoughts spinning well into the early morning. She'd tossed and turned for hours, trying to quiet her racing thoughts, but she could find no relief in anything. More than once, she'd clamped her hands to her ears and buried her face into her pillow, but that did nothing to silence the unheard voices in her head. Magically, her mind always woke her up at the most random, inconvenient times conceivable.

Those voices churned and swirled in her head mercilessly, warning her. Something was wrong. She could feel it, and those voices added to her growing concern. Her gut twisted as well, every one of her senses on edge for what was to come.

Sighing to herself, she surrendered to her gut instincts. She threw back the blankets of her bed and swung her legs over the edge, stepping silently onto the warm tile floor. She made her way to the ornately carved dresser standing against the far wall of her room. She pulled open the drawers one by one, searching for any shred of decent clothing. A full week of wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie and flimsy robes had her longing her for ripped jeans and soft t-shirts.

After an hour of sifting through five drawers and thousands of inadequate clothing options, she finally found one pair of jeans, a well-worn shirt that had an image of Darth Vader printed on it and a pair of matching bra and panties. Pulling on the first shred of real clothing she'd worn since this ordeal first began, Kara felt a sense of comfort and safety in her clothing. They reminded her of home.

Home. God damn, how long had it been since she'd slept in her own bed or laughed with her dog? It felt like years. She missed the sunlight in her room or the posters of rock bands that lined her walls. She smiled, knowing that when this whole thing was over, she could finally go home.

Now fully dressed, Kara made her way to the massive door that separated her room from the rest of the underworld. She looked up, studying the intricately carved demons that covered the wood. It seemed to her that they were guarding her, their grimacing faces and angry eyes making any intruder have second thoughts before entering. Smiling, she pushed open the massive door, stepping quickly through the opening before it could slam shut. She'd learned that trick quickly.

In Hell you have to earn how stuff works fast. If you don't, you're screwed...or crushed.

Unsure of what to do or where to go, Kara closed her eyes and took one step forward. Her instincts shifted into high gear, making the twisting feeling in her belly grow tighter. Following the clues her body was giving her, she took another cautionary step, making her way slowly to the selection hall. She noted that the hallway seemed more deserted than ever. Not a single demon was in sight. The loneliness and dead silence that surrounded her made Kara quicken her steps.

Approaching the magnificent twin doors, she paused and watched as they swung open on their own. Stepping cautiously through the doors, she glanced up at the stained glass window embedded in the ceiling, peering through the uncolored sections of glass to see the mortal world. Bright stars glowed in a moonless sky.

God, how early is it?

She turned in a full circle, examining the room. She noticed a shadow along the far wall she'd never seen before. Hidden by the soft light of the sconces, she could barely make out the lines of a door. Curiosity peaked and instincts churning, she quietly stepped closer. Straining her ears, she could make out voices as she drew closer, muffled by the thick wood. Two were deep, male voices. Another was higher, possibly female.

She stopped about a foot from the door, eavesdropping on the voices inside. She hated to listen in on other conversations, but the soft voices in her head convinced her that this particular conversation was one she needed to hear. Stringing all of her courage and curiosity together, Kara reached out and grasped the handle of the door. She turned it silently. The last thing she needed was for whoever was inside to notice her. Taking one last deep breath, she pulled the door open and inch and peeked inside.

The room was small, a bit larger then her room but by no means the size of the selection hall. She guessed it was no more than fifty square feet, with dark tile covering the walls and ceiling. Grey speckled stone tiled the floor. Along the far wall stood an enormous fireplace, nearly twenty feet long and fifteen feet high, with elaborate scrollwork carved into the stone. A roaring fire was already blazing and charring the fresh wood fuel. Another wall had a large window looking out into the depths of Hell. A soft orange glow from the eternal fires radiated through the glass.

"So what can we do?" Malnos' deep voice echoed around the room, tearing her away from her admiration of the fireplace.

She whipped her head to the other side of the room. The two brothers leaned against one of the walls, patiently waiting for an answer. Curious to see who their other companion was, Kara chanced opening the door a fraction wider. Her mother was standing in front of the brothers, hands on her round hips.

Mom? What are you doing here with these two psychos?

"Just have patience." Her mother's voice was stern.

"Patience!" Ziron spat. "All you've told us to do is have patience and nothing's come out of it!"

"And I'm telling you to have more!" Her mother's face scrunched up in anger, her grey-green eyes glowing in the firelight. "It won't be long before the girl has to choose her husband. We have to make sure it's one of you, and to do that you need to have patience."

Girl? What girl?

"We can't wait much longer. She's no MIT student, but the princess is far from stupid." Malnos's voice was calmer than his brother's. If there had to be one, he was definitely as the leader of the brothers

"Yes, I know. I've had to raise her for the last few years." Her mother cocked her head, intrigued. "But I'm curious to know what makes you defend her intelligence."

"We caught the little Lust prince begging her for a second chance. We started making jokes about how pathetic he looked. Within about five milliseconds the girl figured out we'd convinced Darian to bite her." Ziron looked down at the floor, anger in his hazel eyes.

Her mother's eyes went wide. "How do you know she wasn't bluffing?"

A look of pain flashed across Malnos' face. "Trust me, the kind of rage she showed when she called us out doesn't come from someone who's faking it."

Her mother sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, looking away from the brothers. "Damn. I knew she was smart, but I didn't think she could piece things together so quickly. That puts us at a disadvantage."

What the fuck?

"So what do we do?" Ziron was anxious, his temper slowing blazing to life.

Her mother sighed again and turned to face the fireplace. "We need to keep with the plan. We do that and we're guaranteed to have control...Ugh, I need to get out of this thing. This skin is killing me."

Her mother reached around, lifting her short auburn hair with one hand and raking her nails down the back of her neck with the other. Kara watched in horror as black blood bubbled to the surface of the wounds. The flesh around the incisions seemed to sag and wrinkle, as if her skin was melting away. Slowly, the cuts grew and more skin sagged, slipping off her mother's delicate frame. Her mother's clothing fell away with the skin, slowly exposing young, tight skin underneath the baggy fabric. The last few inches of her mother's flesh slipped away from the new body underneath it, turning to ash as it hit the floor.

In her place stood a young, beautiful woman Kara had never seen before. Her naked skin was the color of bronze, with legs that were miles long and a slim waist. White-blonde hair spilled down her back, and Kara could see a definitive scar that ran from one side of her waist to the other crossing her back. Eyes like coal reflected the dancing flames of the fireplace. A slow, sinister smile crossed her perfect lips. Her cheekbones – sharper than a blade – lifted with the smile.

Kara's stomach turned, alarm signals blaring inside her head. Her mind went blank, too shell-shocked to compose a single thought. Her thoughts were quiet, but her logic was running at full steam. The woman in the room was a succubus. God, she hated those things. Tricksters of the vilest sort, they felt no compassion for human life.

The young woman rolled her neck, cracking the bones. "Ah, much better. I hate having to wear that thing all day." She turned to face the brothers, the dark smile still plastered to her face.

Malnos' serious expression never waivered. "So? What do we do? Lyzander, Ladrian and Darian are all still here. How do we handle them?"

"Take them down one by one." The woman cupped her chin, thinking. "The other princes are taken care of, correct."

The brothers nodded.

"They've been dispatched." Ziron smiled darkly.

"Good. As for the remaining three, play to their weaknesses. Ladrian has a love for torture implements, so lock him up in the dungeons. Give him a taste of his own medicine before you finish him off. And this time, take his head." Fury flared in her black eyes. "That little scar you left him with caused a stir around the neighborhood."

"Did they know it was us?" Ziron's voice was worried, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"No, but that doesn't mean you can just go off and make mistakes. You still need to be cautious." She turned back to the fireplace, staring into the flames. "Darian should be easy. He won't fall for you telling him to bite her again, but the boy has a split-second temper. Making him vulnerable shouldn't be too hard."

She paused. "Take care, though. Darian's not an idiot. Even if you make him angry, he's certain to have learned his lesson from the first time. He might just attack you on sight."

"And Lyzander?" Malnos stepped away from the wall, his towering height and dark attitude making the succubus flinch away for an instant. "Brother doesn't have a defined weakness like the others."

Brother?! What the double fuck?

Her stomach did a triple back flip before landing in a broken heap.

She gave him a sweet smile. "That's where you're wrong. Once Lyzander finds someone he likes, his loyalty for them borders on insanity. You just need to convince him that Kara's in trouble and he'll come running. We can finish him off easily."

"Besides, Lyzander will only get in the way." Ziron piped up, clearly concerned about his opponent.

"Yes, I know. Your brother – "

"Half-brother," Ziron corrected her, anger flashing in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, he's still your blood. Your brother would be a bit of a trouble maker in this, wouldn't he?" The woman cupped her cheek in her hand. "That boy has always had a mind that was too much his own."

She turned and smiled at the brothers. "But you know him better than anyone, so it should be easy for you to remove him from the equation."

"And then what?" Ziron's voice resounded in the small room. He stepped forward as well, joining his brother and adding his own piercing glare. "Say we do manage to take care of brother and the other two. Then the next cycle of suitors comes in and we have to take them out too?"

The succubus waved a hand, dismissing Ziron's fears. "I've taken care of that. My sisters can keep the other sons busy until we get the girl. If the other princes say they're not interested, and the suitors of this group are killed off, that will leave you two as the only choice she has."

"That doesn't mean she'll choose us." Malnos added, showing that he was by far the most critical thinker. "If the other sons disappear, that will leave us as her only options. But I've already told you the girl's smart. If we're the last ones left, she'll know something's wrong and abandon the whole thing."

"So seduce her." She smiled at the flames. "I've heard the girl has quite a sex drive for a novice. Play to her weakness and she's yours."

"But she's already slept with them! She's useless now." Ziron's slumped back against the wall, chagrined.

The woman spun around and faced the brothers, fury in her gaze. "Idiot! We're talking about an entire takeover of the Hell rulers and you're concerned about the girl's virginity?! She's still virile even if her cherry has been popped!" Fuming, she turned to scowl at the flames.

"You promise no harm will come to the girl?" Malnos turned his attention back to the succubus, holding his arm out to prevent any attacks from his brother.

She smiled slyly, still staring at the dancing flames. "Ah, concerned about her, are we? Do we – dare I say it – like her?"

The older of the brothers lifted his chin in defiance. "Yes. She's a prized commodity here. If any harm came to her, we'd all be killed."

Her smile never faded. "I think it's a bit more than politics and precious cargo, Malnos."

"If you want to play games, do it on your own time. Yes, I care for the girl in more than just the political sense." He remained stone-faced, not giving the woman any ammunition to shoot him down with. "But the fact remains that no harm can come to her without our lives being on the line."

Disappointment etched her face. "Yes, I know. Don't worry, Malnos. Hurting the girl was never in my plans." She walked over to the brothers, reaching up and cupping Malnos' face in her hands. "Once we gain control, you can have all the fun you want, my son."

Both brothers' faces lit up at the thought of ravaging her. Kara, on the other had, fought the urge to vomit.

"All three of you are my sons, but I only trust two of you to get this done. Now go." She waved her hand, motioning for the boys to leave.

Ziron, still upset that she'd lost her virginity to someone else, made his way to an alternate door hiding in the shadows of the room. Malnos stayed, staring at the succubus.

"Mother."

The woman looked over her shoulder at Malnos, exasperation in her eyes.

"You're sure there's no chance of Elizabeth coming back?" His eyes were narrowed, dark and foreboding.

Her beautiful face fell, concern and worry crossing her features. "I'm sure. The girl's mother died six years ago."

"You're certain?"

"Yes. The car accident only left her dazed, but I don't know many humans that can survive having their head twisted around. Don't worry, my son. I made damn sure that whore wasn't coming back."

Kara's gut finally finished twisting itself into a knot. Her head spun, her vision blurred. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Too stunned to think clearly, she let go of the door and sprinted away, clapping her hands against her ears. She heard the heavy wood slam closed, the sound of angry, startled voices echoing around the room. She didn't care. All she wanted was to get away. To run until her legs gave out and her heart stopped aching.

No. No! No, no, no, no, no! This couldn't be happening! It had to be a trick, a lie a dream! Anything, anything but this! She had to wake up, had to scream herself out of this nightmare. Someone behind a stage was going to pull the curtain up and the audience would laugh at the actors who had spoken those words.

She kept running, unsure if the brothers had chased after her. She didn't care. They could catch her if they wanted to. She wasn't sure if she could put up a fight after hearing that, wasn't sure she wanted to. But she kept running, fear and anger spurring her on.

An uneven tile caught her foot, sending her sprawling across the tile floor of the hallway. Feeling the cold stone under her fingers, the only real thing she was sure existed now, Kara finally gave into the inevitable. She collapsed in on herself, giving into the fear and rage and anguish that boiled inside. She wept. She screamed. She let out every emotion that threatened to consume her, all the while feeling her heart break into pieces and her soul splinter.

In her despair-filled mind the pieces began to fit together. She began to understand why, when she was thirteen, her mother had gone from a sweet and loving woman who cherished her daughter to a cold, angry woman who neglected her. Her mother's impatience with her if she made mistakes, the way she demanded absolute perfection when practicing how to behave like a princess, the looks if disgust her mother gave her when she gave into her emotions...It all made sense now. The woman raising her was never he mother. It had been a succubus who had killed her mother and began masquerading as her to gain power.