The Demon's Seduction (5 page)

Leraye lay her down on the lush silk sheets, right over the spot where Zepar had just taken the blonde.

She didn't think it was an error.

"You really want to do this?" Thalia stared into Leraye's eyes seeking answers to the mystery of the universe in his gaze.

He looked at her, no humor in his face, his light blue eyes somber. "Yes."

"With me." She pressed, suddenly unsure. The past few minutes had felt real and true, but perhaps she was only feeling what she wanted to feel.

"You know my secrets and I know yours," he said lightly, his tone at odds with the very serious look in his pale Demon gaze. "What better basis for a partnership."

He was still seated within her. His cock pulsed against her inner walls with an insistent beat. He was leaving the choice up to her. Could she? Should she?

Lately her appointments had left her wanting. The impersonal attentions of the Lesser Demons were pleasurable and yet she was more and more frequently left with a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of sorrow.

The times she'd sat alone with Leraye were the most satisfying she’d had in a long time. "Yes."

His muscles had tautened, and his body rippled with tension. "Excellent. Now, what position should we try first?"

Thalia blushed, remembering the things she had done to his statue while he was inside watching.

Leraye laughed with delight. His blue eyes sparkled like moonlight upon the ocean. "A Grace that is embarrassed."

"I would that you call me by my name," she said sharply.

"Of course, Thalia," he replied gently and brushed a lock of hair from her face. "Did you think I didn't know your name?"

"I...." The temptation to cower from him was strong but she refused to. "I wasn't sure."

"It always pays to know one's enemy." Leraye's face hardened into a mask, not unlike the expression he'd worn for the past month.

"Am I your enemy, my Lord?"

"Now who is being evasive? Call me by my name."

"Leraye," she said softly. "No longer enemies."

"Not anymore." He slid his cock out of her body and then back inside again. "I believe we are allies now."

Allies? She wasn't sure how they were allies, but as the thick staff of his erection slid in and out of her body, she realized that right now she didn’t care. Thalia felt connected to Leraye in a way she'd never felt before.

"Do you like that, angel?" The glide of his cock rubbed against her G-spot and arousal flowed from her pussy. "Gods, I believe I am harder than when I was a stone."

Thalia giggled. The sound surprised her. It had been too long since she'd felt this kind of joy.

Leraye nuzzled her neck with his chin and then curled his tongue around her ear. The sweet sough of his breath against her skin was a balm to her overworked and overstimulated body. The events of the past hour were a blur of arousal and hope and shame. But now she found a joy and satisfaction in his attention.

The hard planes of his chest brushed lightly against her nipples as he slid in and out of her.

"You prefer a harder contact, do you not?" he murmured slyly. Leraye extended his tongue and trailed the member down the center of her neck. He twirled the tip in the deep hollow of her throat as her pulse thudded against her skin.

He was right. He knew her. A thrill of anticipation rippled through her.
He knew her
.

With a delicate lick, he fluttered the tip against her breastbone and traced lightly around the globes of her breasts. "These really are magnificent, angel."

"Thank you my Lord." She gasped as he curled his tongue around her nipple and clamped down. Hard.

He did it again and then set up a rhythm that kept time with the pulse in her throat. Thalia fell into a bottomless well of sensation as he worked her body with a depth of knowledge that sent a thrill through her. He assaulted her senses with the hard muscled cage of his body, the thick slide of his cock, and the sharp almost pain of his tongue's attention.

"I will not hold out much longer." He apologized.

"It will be my pleasure." Thalia groaned as he squeezed even harder, and then slid his palms underneath her buttocks and lifted her into his hard thrusts. The assaults on her body, the rough glide of his curls against her clit, his thick heavy balls banging against her swollen lips and ass, the sensual rasp of his tongue.

With a hoarse shout, Leraye tumbled over the edge. The iris of his eyes disappeared as his pupils expanded, and the black encompassed the pale blue. Thalia fell into the abyss with him.

She gasped for breath and her mind spun as pleasure spiraled through her.

He shifted to the side and lay replete along the naked curve of her body.

Waves of pleasure still lapped at her sensitive zones.

He smiled down at her with warmth and a bit of affection. "I would show you all of the things you showed me while I was trapped."

She thought of how she was trapped here. A Grace to give pleasure to the Lesser Demons who seemed not to want her anymore. Trapped by her love for Zepar, a Demon who was forbidden to her and didn't want her anyway. That hollow, empty place expanded in her chest as she imagined his frustration and pain. "Was it terrible?"

“Honestly, you made it bearable.”

She had eased his imprisonment. A sense of happiness bubbled through her.

Leraye's face settled into amusement and something else. Some other emotion she couldn’t identify. “How about you show me how flexible you are when I can enjoy it?”

Once again cloaked in glamour so he was invisible, Zepar snuck into Leraye’s chamber. He was oddly unable to resist watching Thalia and Leraye. Compelled to try to understand what had happened between him and Thalia and then between he and Leraye.

Immediately his mind shied away from that earlier kiss.

He quietly sat in the chair that had held Leraye's frozen form. The same seat where Thalia had connected with Zepar in a most primal manner and satisfaction from their mutual pleasure had roared through him.

Now he used the chair for a more clandestine purpose. To observe Thalia and Leraye together. As he watched them, Zepar couldn’t help the curl of jealousy. Why would she engage in bed play with Leraye? They had just shared possibly the most explosive sexual encounter of his life. And as the Demon of Seduction that was saying a lot.

Zepar's gaze was glued to the new lovers.

Leraye shifted so that he sat on the edge of the bed. His erection rode high and thick as he lifted Thalia up and turned her so that she straddled his hips. Then he pressed her back against his thighs. With one large hand, he cupped the globes of her breasts and squeezed them together until her nipples touched.

“Like succulent berries,” he said against the peach tips and then sucked them both into his mouth. While he feasted upon her breasts, he ran his other palm along the back of her thighs and lifted her legs to curl around his neck. Just as Thalia had done to Leraye earlier this day. The white milk of her thighs was a stark contrast to the swarthy skin of Leraye’s thick muscled chest.

Zepar’s breeches tightened. He knew what was coming next.

Leraye spread her pussy wide with his rough fingers. “Such a lovely pretty pussy all wet and shiny, just for me.”

He rubbed at her flushed nether lips, coating his fingers with her pussy juice.

Zepar's fingers twitched with anticipation as he watched jealously.

Then Leraye speared Thalia with the blunt head of his engorged cock. The salty musk of sex hung in the air. “Do you know what it felt like to be able to see you do this to me? To hear your moans, and see the evidence of your desire, and yet not feel a thing?”

Thalia’s throaty moan filled the chamber.

Unable to look away from their erotic dance, Zepar's cock swelled harder.

Thalia clung to Leraye’s arms. He clasped her hips and jerked her into him. His forearms strained, his biceps were slick with sweat. Every muscle hardened and sharpened as his body bowed with lust.

Thalia’s breasts bounced and shook with each fierce thrust.

Her lips parted as she gasped for breath. Her legs clamped around Leraye’s torso and hooked behind his neck as she strained into the sex play.

Zepar ached with a jealous lust. His heart wrenched as he watched. With each thrust Leraye pulled his magnificent cock from her body until the purple head touched her clit and then slammed back in. The beauty of their sleek bodies, flushed and hardened with lust, struck at him.

Watching them, their intensity as they lost themselves in the pleasure of sensual touch set off an answering firestorm of desire within his blood. His cock throbbed against the placket of his breeches and he pressed the bulge.

“Touch yourself,” Leraye commanded brusquely.

Zepar shot a startled glance at Leraye. His words an echo from their long ago interactions. Leraye couldn't be talking to him. But Zepar obeyed the command willingly and loosened his breeches to fist his cock. Thalia obeyed as well and flicked her fingers against her clit.

And then Leraye began a series of short, sharp thrusts.

Zepar's arousal was fueled by the view of Leraye's muscular cock gliding in and out of Thalia plump cunt. His attention was split between both sexes and the inadequacy of watching rather than participating. His heart constricted as he realized this was how Thalia must have felt earlier.

Zepar’s gaze was glued to where the two of them joined. Their hips pumped as he jerked on his cock and wished desperately he were part of the action.

Leraye and Thalia stared into each other’s eyes lost to passion but connected to each other. And Gods, he wanted that connection as well.

With a mingled shout, they flew off the cliff into a swirling tempest. Leraye threw back his head and his muscles strained. Thalia’s pelvis thrust up as she clenched against an erotic bow of lust.

Zepar wanted to finish. Instead he released his throbbing erection and studied his friends as envy clutched his heart in a jealous clasp.

And then Leraye turned his head and looked straight at the chair. “You didn’t finish.”

Thalia lifted her head and scowled at the chair. “You are watching me--us--again?” In a most graceful manner, she unhooked her ankles, sat up, and covered her breasts with her hands.

Zepar hated that she was hiding her body from him. And yet he was hiding from them both. With reluctance, he discarded the glamour.

“So you knew he watched before?” Leraye’s eyebrows lifted.

“Yes.”

“You hussy,” he teased.

Zepar envied their ease with each other. An ease he'd had with Thalia that he wasn't sure he would ever get back.

“What you didn’t know, angel,” Leraye removed his slowly shrinking cock from the channel of her sex never taking his gaze from Zepar’s. “Is that after you left, he licked your cream from my cock. Not that I could feel anything.”

Her eyes had widened.

“It looks as if the ever gallant Demon of Seduction is hurting.” Leraye taunted and gestured to Zepar’s fully erect cock. His gaze was like a physical touch.

“Perhaps the sweet Grace would be willing to take care of that rather large problem you have.”

"Graces are not allowed to have congress with Demon Lords," Zepar responded quickly. But the damage had been done as he imagined Thalia on her knees with his cock in her mouth. He swelled even harder.

"Ah, but Prince Gaap has given me leave to do as I wish for the evening," Leraye said softly.

Zepar was through with his games. He wasn’t sure where Leraye was headed. “Enough. Do not torment her so. Thalia does not engage in sex play with more than one partner,” Zepar said harshly. Each Grace was allowed to choose what she would and wouldn’t participate in. Thalia preferred one partner at a time. Which he would honor.

“So now you are giving her a choice?” Leraye said. “I don’t seem to recall that you gave her that option earlier.”

Thalia laid her fingers across Leraye’s mouth. “Hush.”

“Just speaking the truth, angel.” He curled his tongue around one of her fingers and sucked the digit into his mouth. But his gaze stayed firmly on Zepar. A strange ball of shame settled in Zepar’s gut.

“I will go,” Zepar said.

At the same time, Thalia said breathlessly, “I’ll do it.”

What had she just done?

Zepar froze in the chair, almost as still as Leraye had been as a statue. Only the rapid rise and fall of his chest betrayed his agitation.

Leraye's fingers curled around her hand and squeezeed. Thalia and Leraye shared a moment of complete understanding.

She might only get one chance to have Zepar as a lover and tonight was the night. “Come up onto the bed,” she ordered huskily.

“You do not have to do this.” Zepar countered.

“I know.”

He held still for another moment as if silently arguing with himself and then he pushed slowly to his feet.

“Come. Sit against the headboard.”

Zepar hesitantly stumbled toward the bed, all trace of the Demon of Seduction gone from his posture. Only pure aroused male remained.

Thalia liked being in control. “Lose your pants.”

Zepar dropped his breeches to the floor. His erection bobbed as he climbed onto the bed and settled against the mound of pillows.

Thalia tossed a pillow at Leraye. “Sit against the footboard.”

“I want you to show me your cunt while you suck him off.” Leraye’s voice brooked no argument. And the rush of heat from her sex surprised her.

She turned her back to Leraye and sat on her heels. She smiled slowly at Zepar. Anticipation rippled through her. The tingling began in her toes and spread through her body as she realized she was going to get to touch him, put her mouth on him, kiss him.

He rested against the headboard but his posture screamed hesitation.

With a sweet caress, she scraped her fingers up his muscled legs, until she reached the juncture of his thighs. His cock twitched. A small drop of cum glittered on the tip of his erection.

“Cup his balls and play with them.” Leraye’s voice was gravelly with want. She understood then that she was Leraye’s emissary, and he would have her do everything to Zepar that he wanted to. It remained to be determined if Zepar would allow any sexual contact between himself and Leraye.