To Hell and Back Again Ch. 03

The wind surged. As if she weighed no more than a feather, the woman was plucked from the ground and sent tumbling. Logan watched, horrified and helpless, as she was torn away and hurled to an unknown fate.

The rage surged in him again. But when he turned back, the demon lay motionless. Most of his throat was missing. Beauty stood over the corpse, shaking shreds of flesh off of her claws.

"Thanks."

Logan said it with complete sincerity. Beauty had given the demon a clean death, which was perhaps for the best. Logan suspected the Beast in him would not have been so considerate. This way was better.

Yet once released, it became apparent that the Beast was reluctant to be chained again. A lifetime of anger and persecution gave it strength. Only the iron will of a good man had held it at bay. I am Logan Proud Bear. He breathed in deeply. Son of John Proud Bear and Grace O'Malley. Logan exhaled all the rage still burning and churning in his gut. I am an Apache warrior. I am not... a beast.

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He did not remember the walk back to their crude little sanctuary, except in bits and pieces. Too much had happened too soon. The faces of the wandering man and the lost woman lingered in his mind, ghosts in his memory as well as in truth. Knowing he could not help them was a weight he had to carry. Yet neither of those was the true burden he carried back with him.

Even in war, Logan had never looked into the face of his darkness. Now he knew the brutality he was capable of, and it frightened him.

He also now knew what a thrill it was to let the beast out, the savage joy of no control and no restraint. It felt good, and the implications of that were terrifying.

He looked up to see Beauty watching him with her unreadable, golden cat eyes. Logan saw no judgment there, no second-guessing, and for that, he was both grateful and envious.

Logan decided at that moment that he had never seen anything as pure of purpose as her. Intelligence without the baggage of doubt, sexual with no concept of guilt, strong and beautiful without shame. Beauty was all of these things.

"You are amazing." He said. "Did you know that?"

She tilted her head, then pointed at his crotch and her open mouth.

He offered a rueful smile. "Yes, if that's what you need," Logan shook his head. "But it's not what I want."

Beauty closed her mouth and tilted her head the other way. Logan could see in her eyes that she was trying to process his meaning. He moved closer and gently took her hand. She looked down but did not try to pull away.

Logan looked into her eyes. "I don't want just to be pleasured by you, and I don't want just to be something you feed off of." He said. "We can do better than that. You and I, we can be more. I have to believe that Beauty. Even in this horrible place, there has to be something more. Something... beautiful."

Slowly, he leaned in close, closer. Logan kissed her, no more than a feather-soft brush of lips. A gentle exploration and invitation. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"That's called a kiss." He smiled and squeezed her hand. "What do ya think?"

After a moment, Beauty leaned in and kissed him back. Her lips were soft, warm, and curious. Gently, they explored this new sensation. Logan cupped her face in his hands, stroking his thumbs down her cheeks, tracing the line of her jaw. Beauty's hands rose to caress his arms and shoulders.

His tongue entered her mouth. Beauty paused, as if processing this new sensation, then responded with enthusiasm. Their tongues danced together.

Logan leaned his weight into her. Ever so gently, he laid her back on the ground. His weight pressed down on her. Beauty's breasts were soft pillows between them, except for the hard tips of her nipples. Hands roamed across soft flesh and hard muscle. Logan lay between her legs, feeling the warmth of her core against the stiff bulge in his pants. He moved, rubbing against her. Beauty groaned and rubbed back.

Logan broke away from her lips. "I'm going to make you feel good this time." He smiled.

He began kissing his way down her body. At the junction of her neck and shoulder. Across her collar bone. Over the top of her breasts. Down her ribs. And then back up to lick and kiss at the tender skin beneath those soft globes. His hands trailed over her slim belly, tapered waist, and the soft swell of her hips.

Her nipples, so pert and such a beautiful shade of purple, begged for attention. Logan was happy to oblige, taking one, then the other between his lips, tracing his tongue over the pebbled surface of her aureoles, alternating between the soft pressure of his lips and the gentle nip of teeth.

Logan's lips and tongue moved across the fullness of her tits. Beauty squirmed beneath him, breathing heavily. His hand drifted downward, over her belly, down between her legs. Fingers brushed against intense, silken heat, hotter than any human woman Logan had ever known. Beauty gasped and arched against his touch. He stroked, parting her lower lips. Gently onward. Moisture on his fingertips. Reaching higher with a gentle stroke. The nub of her clitoris. A soft tickle. She moaned and began to squirm.

Logan gently explored the wonders of her body, guided by the sounds and movement of her rising pleasure. Lips roamed as he stroked her pussy harder, then softer, then harder still, searching for her greatest bliss, building a slow fire in her belly to match the wet heat beneath his touch. His lips closed on a nipple. Teeth gently nipped at her hard, sensitive nubs. His thumb brushed against her clit.

Beauty gave a soft cry as her body tensed, then shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her. Logan gave her a few moments to catch her breath and then started sliding even further down, tasting her skin as he went. The musk of her sex was intoxicating. The taste of her, even more so as his tongue parted her folds.

She writhed and twisted at his expert touch. Logan watched her as he worked, admiring the movement of sleek, belly muscles and firm breasts in the dancing firelight. The sound of her voice rising was music to his ears as he took her higher and higher until...

A soft scream burst from her lips. Beauty curled her fingers into his hair, as he had done to her just that morning, and ground her pussy onto his face. Her juices splashed over his tongue. Spasms rolled over her body. When they began to pass, Logan gently eased her back down with a trail of soft kisses up her belly, over her breasts, and against the sensitive hollow of her neck.

Beauty opened her thighs to him. The head of his cock came to rest between the wet, swollen folds of her labia. Heat seeped into the mushroom head rubbing against her sweet entrance, and, for a moment, he wondered if demon pussy could burn. There was only one way to know. Logan embraced Beauty, nuzzled at her ear, and penetrated her body.

"Gah!"

He couldn't tell where his voice started, and hers ended as they both cried out their pleasure. Beauty's wet, searing depths resisted every inch of his girth in the most pleasant way possible, slowly surrendering as he drove deeper. Her legs rose to wrap around behind his knees in silent encouragement.

Balls deep, he paused, shuddering at the intense sensations rolling through his flesh and vibrating across his every nerve. Beauty's body temperature did not scorch his dick but not for lack of trying. The wet heat of her sex was like a sauna. Almost painful at first touch, then immediately soothing and blissful.

"Bloody hell." Logan groaned and lifted himself on his arms to gaze down into her eyes. "That feels... amazing!"

Beauty smiled, then reached down to slide her hands under her knees. She pulled back, lifting and spreading her thighs, giving him complete access to her pussy. Logan gasped as her muscles squeezed and kneaded at his shaft, still buried inside.

He grinned. No spoken language could have conveyed her meaning any more crystal clear than that. Fuck me. Beauty said with every inch of her delicious body.

Logan had every intention to take it slow and let the anticipation build. There was no hurry. Forever in her gorgeous body would not be long enough. He sat back on his legs to admire the view of his shaft spreading her soft, purple labia. Logan stroked into her deeply but gentle and steady. His hands reached up to grasp her ankles and hold them high and wide.

Beauty had other ideas. She soon began to thrash and claw at the ground with every thrust. Little gasps and growls began to slip out of her plump lips. Her pussy squeezed, reluctant to let him go each time Logan pulled back. She pushed back against him with a growing hunger, giving as good as she got.

Quite suddenly, the world flipped and Logan was on his back with Beauty above him, legs spread wide to either side of his waist. The muscles in her shapely legs stood out as she held her weight up in a powerful squat that only an athlete could manage. It also put her pussy on full display right at eye level. Logan's mouth went dry at the unobstructed view of her hand reaching down and aligning his rigid shaft between her legs.

Beauty settled over his cock and slowly began to sink onto his length. The demon's firm ass settled onto his hips as she claimed the last inch of him and settled to her knees on either side of his waist. Her hips began to roll in lazy, sensuous circles that left no doubt that the demon girl knew precisely what she was doing.

The sensation of being sheathed in her and the incredible heat of her body wiped everything from his mind except the erotic perfection that was Beauty. She rode his cock like a dancer, effortlessly graceful in her every move. The warm, wet, softness of her pussy gripped his length and stroked him with every motion of her body. Pure lust glowed golden in her cat-like eyes.

Logan's hands felt empty. He filled them with firm breasts. Pert nipples rolled between his fingers. He pinched, and the demon growled her pleasure and encouragement.

The slap of bodies and the animal sounds of passion bounced off the walls of the little alcove. Beauty rode him to a wailing climax, clamping down on him as her pussy clenched in spasmodic waves of release. Her pleasure triggered Logan's own. His balls twitched. Logan's breath caught in his throat.

Quite suddenly, he felt the cool air on his now unoccupied, glistening wet shaft, but only for a moment. Before he knew what was happening, Beauty was between his legs, stuffing his cock down her gullet, wordlessly demanding his cum in her belly. Logan gladly complied, lifting his ass off of the ground and thrusting into her mouth as sperm exploded out of him and into her rapidly swallowing throat.

He fell back, exhausted and completely spent, but feeling much, much better. Logan reached down to pull her up and lie beside him. Beauty's body molded perfectly to his side and shoulder. Logan breathed in her scent. He basked in the sound of her post-orgasmic groans and the electric touch of her naked body against his. The sensation of her fingers, idly playing with his hair, was a comfort as her breathing began to settle down.

He needed this. The physical release of sex was not enough. After the terrible events of the day, after seeing the savage violence he was capable of, Logan wanted, more than anything else, to feel the sweet union of two bodies moving together as one and to feel the soft comfort of a lover's embrace.

"Thank you, Beauty. That was amazing."

"Yes." She replied.

Logan abruptly sat up. He looked at her wide-eyed. "Did you... did you just talk?"

"Yes." Beauty said again and smiled.