To Hell and Back Again Ch. 02

After nearly a week, death seemed less certain. Thanks to the local wildlife, he had discovered plants that held water. Crude tools were crafted from the materials available. Random memories continued to re-emerge, not least of which was his grandfather, Jeremiah Proud Bear. Logan frequently thanked the man's memory for teaching a young half-breed how to survive in the wild, as their Apache ancestors had done. Each morning that he awoke was a victory. Every full belly was a battle won. Logan grew lean. He also slowly began to forget how it felt to smile. The fight to survive allowed for no such luxuries.

On day six, Logan emerged at first light to hunt, as had become his habit. Afterward, if he was successful, there might be time to gather more wood. One day, he hoped to have enough to build a crude door across his little nook in the rocks to shield his sleeping body against inevitable discovery. When he slept, Logan dreamed of it. When awake, he tried not to think about days not so long ago, filled with modern conveniences and now impossible luxuries.

Plans and musings were cut abruptly short by movement in his peripheral vision as he stepped out of his shelter. Logan spun, spear raised. Ready to fight, or flee, at a moment's notice.

The demon girl crouched on a nearby boulder, looking at him.

Logan's blood ran cold. She had found him! His secret place and his safety were now compromised. He scanned the area for others waiting to ambush him. Logan saw nothing except her, but that was more than enough. He knew how fast she was and how deadly. There would be no lucky breaks this time.

"Hello, Beauty." He spoke gently. The name seemed right. Logan realized that he had already named her in his thoughts after their first encounter. "How did you find me?"

She tilted her head, then raised her nose into the air and sniffed loudly.

Logan cursed beneath his breath. He had not counted on her being able to track by scent. There was no chance of escape now. For better or worse, it would have to end, here and now.

"What do you want?" He asked.

The demon blinked at him and then reached behind her. Logan tensed and gripped his spear. She turned back to face him. In one hand, she held the corpse of some fat, little mammal. In the other, what appeared to be an actual, honest-to-god, waterskin!

Logan stared, mouth agape. "Are you... offering me food and water?"

She blinked at him and then gently tossed both items to the ground.

He cautiously approached. One step, two steps, three- the demon girl growled at him. Logan stopped. She opened her mouth and pointed at it.

"You want to trade? Is that it?"

Something like frustration seemed to pass across her face. She stabbed a finger at Logan. Then she pointed at her mouth.

"Wait. What?" He scratched at his scraggly, new beard. "No way. You want to trade supplies... for a blow job?"

She tilted her head at him.

"Supplies." Logan pointed at the water skin. "For a blowjob." He reached down and cupped his bulge in one hand. "Yes?"

The demon licked her lips.

Logan laughed and shook his head in disbelief. He could not help it. It was all too absurd. "Well, not exactly what I was expecting, but... yeah, why not. "Make love, not war" works for me. Damn sure beats trying to kill each other."

He watched the demon girl leap down from the rock and retrieve her trade goods. Cautiously, Beauty moved closer, feline grace in every slow step. For the first time, they stood face to face. Logan noted that she many pounds smaller and a full head shorter than he was, but it in no way detracted from her strength and prowess. He looked into her lantern eyes but could not guess what she might be thinking or feeling at that moment.

There was an electric charge in the air between them that Logan could not identify. It felt like the cold brush of danger. It also felt like the held breath of anticipation and wordless possibilities.

Logan held her gaze and stepped back into his shelter. She followed him in, every line of her lush body taught as a bowstring. Once inside, Beauty solemnly presented the trade goods to him. Logan took them in much the same fashion. It all felt strangely formal, like a peace treaty between warring nations.

They stared at each other. The tension in the air was thick enough to swim through. Logan was well aware that, cornered as he was in his shelter, she could rip him into bloody pieces if she wanted to. It was a huge gamble, yet nothing about her body language suggested violent intentions.

The risk is worth the reward. Logan thought, though, in truth, it was more prayer than a statement of fact. Either way, right or wrong, it was too late to back out now.

The animal carcass he set aside for later examination. The water skin was far more interesting. It was leather and well made, reflecting a considerable amount of crafting skill, which seemed to indicate some degree of society. What passed for civilization in hell was impossible to imagine, but at least he knew it was out there. For some reason, it gave him something he had not dared to consider in a long time, hope.

It was heavy. Logan uncorked it and sniffed at the contents. He blinked in surprise. It wasn't water. "Can't be." He took a sip. It was warm, and the flavor was all wrong, but he knew that taste immediately.

Logan looked into her eyes. "Where the hell did you find beer? You know what? Never mind. Thank you, Beauty."

She tilted her head as if attempting to puzzle out his words. Beauty pushed the water skin aside and looked down at his crotch and then back up.

"Now?" He grinned and started unbuttoning his jeans. "Alright, then. If I feel you must..."

She stared as he let his pants fall around his ankles, and his shaft rose to full attention. Small, lavender hands reached out to cup and cradle. Logan breathed a sigh of relief that her claws were, it seemed, retractable. Beauty looked up at him, then pointed at her mouth.

"Go ahead." He smiled. She looked at the pile of dried grass he used for a bed and then back at him. Logan chuckled. "Is this position new for you?" He reached out and placed his fingers on her shoulders. She tensed but did not pull away. "It's OK." Gently, he pushed down, encouraging her to kneel. "Try it. It's fun, I promise."

The demon girl looked down at her hands, gliding over his stiff cock. She looked back up, wide-eyed. Logan could almost see the dots connecting in her mind as she grasped what he was suggesting. Perhaps it was only wishful thinking, but he thought he saw her golden eyes light up in anticipation.

Beauty slowly slid down Logan's body until she knelt in front of him, and his cock was twitching against her cheek and hair. She leaned against it, rubbing her face across his heated and rigid flesh like a cat. Her eyes traveled across his torso as if to commit to memory every contour and curve of his body. Fingers traced over the muscles of his abdomen and thighs. The expression on her face was one of fascination.

Eventually, the demon turned her attention to more urgent concerns. Unlike last time, she now had full use of her hands. Beauty took full advantage of this, stroking and caressing the shape of his penis from root to tip.

It was clear she was learning, and it wasn't always pleasant. She gave his balls a hard squeeze. Logan jumped and gritted his teeth against sudden and unwelcome pain.

"Ow! Easy, Beauty!"

She looked up at him, then back down. She tried again, more gently. Logan groaned encouragement. "That's more like it. Good girl."

Beauty held him in her hands, stroking around the base as she lined him up with her mouth. Her purple tongue snaked out to taste his flesh. She took the head in her mouth, gently sucked on it, then pulled away to stroke his shaft again as she stared at the slit.

He watched her repeat this odd behavior a second time before he understood. Logan smiled down at her and brushed his fingers through her hair. When Beauty looked up, he placed his hand on top of hers, where she was holding his cock. "Give it a good tug and rotate your hand a bit, like this. " He demonstrated by masturbating with her hand.

He let go, and she did as requested. Logan groaned as she quickly mastered handjobs. Her efforts squeezed a drop of precum out.

That, as he had suspected, was what Beauty hungered for. He watched as she leaned forward and slid her tongue over the head. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the flavor like a connoisseur of fine wines.

Her hands reached around to cup at his ass. Logan nearly swallowed his tongue as she look up to meet his gaze, then swooped in and took his entire length down her throat in one, smooth motion. She gave him no time to recover as she pulled back to the tip and did it again. Playtime, it seemed, was over.

Beauty held nothing back, throat fucking him with absolute determination, staring up at him and watching his every reaction with those golden, cat eyes. Wet, slurping noises filled the little shelter as she worked him. A low, and delightful, humming sound of contentment gently vibrated her throat.

"Fuck." Logan grunted at the rising ecstasy cascading through his body. He leaned back against the wall, and his hips instinctively pushed forward into the soft pillows of her plump lips. "Fuck!"

The urge for release grew uncontrollable. Logan's hands sank into her mane of hair, pulling her forward and sealing her lips to his stomach. The tip of her tongue snaked out to tickle his balls as they began to empty into her belly. He held her there as he came, entranced by the shape of her petite mouth, stretched around his thick girth and the subtle rhythm of her throat muscles swallowing each blast of cum.

He let go as the last shiver of orgasm faded, but Beauty was not done with him yet. Logan focused on staying upright on shaky legs as she continued to suck gently, intent on collecting every drop of his cream. Her tongue circled and licked the head, sending blissful post orgasmic after-shocks through his body.

Logan groaned and started to slide to a sitting position on the ground. She let him slip from her mouth and licked her lips. Beauty remained on her knees, watching him with a calm, curious expression.

He took a deep breath and smiled at her. "You know, I think this might be the beginning of a great relationship."

She cocked her head as she looked at him. And then, for the first time, she smiled back.