thenoondaydemon (4 page)

She knew she should say
no, that
she should not give in to the temptation. He climbed upon the bed, his knee slipping between her legs. He brought his leg up, crushing it into her pussy, waking her clit with desire.

“You want to give in, to give up. There’s no need to do any of the work around here. Why should you? Let’s lie here and fuck, all day, long into the night. And when we get hungry, we’ll eat. When we get tired, we’ll sleep. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? Nothing else matters?”

She swallowed back her fear and faith. This felt wrong; the whole idea of abandoning
her
self
to this man or demon, whatever he was, screamed immorality.
Abra
arched her back. Eager, she opened her mouth as he leaned closer. “Nothing else matters,” she echoed his words. Those haunting lips sought hers, a kiss so fulfilling, questing of tongue and tasting of wonders she never imagined.

Chapter Four

Fingers trailed over her skin, not his, but the same touch that tempted and teased her on the couch the prior day. The demon pulled back to study her face. “
Abra
, you don’t have to be alone. I know your pain, the emptiness of life.
The tedium.
The boredom! With me, you’ll never tire of sex. We’ll taste the wonders of pleasure together, every moment for the rest of our days.”

She knew he was too good to be true. “Demon,” she whispered. “There’s always a price.”

One thin, black eyebrow arched over an ice blue eye tinged with red.
“A price?”

“Name it. What do you want?”

He chuckled and nudged her with his knee, rubbing up and down in slow strokes.
“You.
I want you. I’ve watched you for a long time.”

She thrust her body down, crushing her soreness into his firm leg. Imagining his cock filling her, his firm body working and pounding against her, almost made her give in, but resolve swam amidst her desire.
“How long?”

“Dorm room, March of your senior year.
Billy Thompson.”

“Mm.”
She closed her eyes, the old memory washing over her. Billy had worked in the bookstore on the corner of Third and Magnolia. The first boy she’d slept with. They’d had a thing for a few years and he was serious, but as usual, she was not.

“How could you deny him?”

Abra
parted one eye and shrugged. “He’s not what I wanted. He was fun and all, but not…”

Val licked his lips, his fervent gaze piercing. “You want me,
Abra
. All your life you’ve been waiting for me.”

“It sounds pretty lazy—your offer. What good would it do me to fuck and eat and sleep all the time? I have obligations.” She reached up and grasped the back of his head, hoping to tug him down, to invade his mouth. It tasted so delicious.

He resisted. “I’ll show you
wonders
beyond your wildest dreams. I’ll pleasure you; make you come until you beg me
stop
. I’ll do it the way you like it, however you want me to.”

His hot lips hung just above hers. Groaning,
Abra
lifted her head and kissed them.

“Say you need me,
Abra
. Say it.”

She opened her mouth to force out the words. “I ne…” Stumbling over the small phrase, she shook her head.

His eyebrows knitted. His mouth twisted into a frown.
“Hurry.
I can only stay a little while. You
must
say the words.”

She struggled to force him off her. Val landed to one side. Tired of his games,
Abra
pushed him to his back, straddled his body and reached for his cock. The thickness surprised her. She guided the head to her clit and slicked him with her juices. “Do it first,” she told him, the tension built up since the day he arrived driving her mad. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He blinked. “It doesn’t work that way.” Shimmying from side to side, he teased her.

She refused to let go. “Free sample before I buy.”

His mouth twitched with either chagrin or impatience. “You must say you need me. You want to say it. I can read your mind.”

“Show me your real face.” She pressed his penis to her pussy and bore down, sliding him inside her. His turgid length filled her body. The sensation relaxed her and heightened her arousal. “I want to see you.”

He bit his bottom lip, his canines curving into fangs. “You know what I am. You painted the picture. In your own way, you lured me here. You’ve been calling to me for years.”

She shook her head and placed both hands on his rippled abdomen. “I never called forth a demon. You’re wrong.”

“I’m many things, but I’m never wrong.”

The clock by her bed changed. It read 12:59.

Abra
lifted her hips and slammed down against his arousal, moaning. “You do feel good,” she told him.

He grasped her waist, trying to hold her still. “Not like that. I have to do the work.”

She reached down, her fingers trembling while she ran them across her clit. Pleasure burst through her body and an orgasm loomed just out of reach. If only he’d let go, if only she could keep going, but he’d anchored her in one place.

“
Please
, say you need me.” His narrow face blurred for an instant. Val’s shifting eyes grayed. He thrust once, burying his cock as far as it could go.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her body shuddering for release.

Out in the main room, the clock struck one.

In a rush of hot air, his muscular body, slick with sweat and rigid inside her, disappeared.
Abra
fell backward in a frustrated heap, empty and alone. “Damn it!” She lifted her knees and punched the side of the bed. “What the hell is going on?”

She rolled off the mattress and stomped out of her bedroom, past the demon painting and into the shower to rinse away her frustration. Steam pooled in the air and though his physical form had left her, she felt Val in the room, his longing to return and his deep sorrow that she’d not given in.

“I don’t need you!” she shouted.

Abra
scrubbed her body with soap and a washcloth until her fair skin pinked. She washed her hair, digging her nails into her scalp. “I don’t need anyone but me.”

Melancholy thickened in the tiny chamber, filling her and she knew it wasn’t
her
sadness. It wasn’t
her
loneliness. “You don’t know me,” she told him. “I don’t get lonely. I don’t need company or pets or friends. All I need is what I have. Go back to Hell where you belong.”

* * * *

At five that evening,
Abra
stood naked before the demon painting.
She stared at it, contemplating his eyes. The red had faded. Only darkness and emptiness showed on the canvas. She heard nothing of his voice in her mind. Glancing around, she made sure the room was clean. Since the shower, she’d spent the hours scrubbing and returning the house to its usual pristine state. “I’ll fight you,” she whispered. “You can’t have me.”

Turning her back on him, she reached for her palette and daubed her fingers in three colors at once. She began on one of the grayed out canvasses and started over. “Angels. I paint angels.
Beings of light.
Messengers from God.
Not the likes of you.”

This one bore great wings of green, pink and gold. He leaned against a small Grecian column, his loins covered by a red cloth. It was not
Abra’s
way to clothe her angels, but this night was different. She needed to prove she hadn’t fallen prey to whatever spell Val had woven over her. She smeared and created. Once the base was complete, she stepped back and frowned.
“Pastels.”

Abra
washed her hands, hurriedly slung on a cotton robe and went to sit on the porch while the acrylic dried. She stared at Val’s truck wondering where he might be. Where did a demon get a truck anyway? The ache of emptiness after having been filled by him haunted her body. She wanted to taste him, to feel his body joined with hers, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit any need for him.

Emotion burned through her mind, cold, empty, longing, loneliness. “Stop it,” she warned. “Just stop it now.”

“I need you.”

“You’re using me.”

Crickets chirped beneath the porch. Out in the fields, lightning bugs glowed and whizzed through the shadows. Their eerie green flashes made
Abra
think of Val’s eyes. She turned her attention to the blue-black night sky and the myriad stars twinkling amidst the blanket of darkness. There was no moon this night, only the stars and the coolness of evening to soothe her.

She swept a hand through her hair and waited.

* * * *

Abra
slid the finished angel’s easel next to the demon. It hadn’t come out as she’d hoped. Its hair, originally a muted auburn, had somehow grown into flaming reds and oranges as if it were afire. Although angelic at first glance, its shadow revealed its nature.
Abra
sighed, angry with herself. She flicked off the light and glared at the clock shining at her from her bedroom. Two in the morning and she’d not regained the style she lost when the demon visited. She feared she’d never get it back.

After she cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth,
Abra
slunk down the hall and into her bedroom. She slipped beneath the fresh sheets, linens that no longer bore Val’s musky, alluring scent. She hugged her pillow to her body and cried.

If he showed up again the following day, she didn’t think she’d be able to resist him.

Chapter Five

The cool November breeze couldn’t stifle the
heatwaves
emanating from the lonely asphalt road that cut through the farmland.
Abra
stood on the porch waiting for
him.
Inside the house, the clock ticked, and she heard it. She wore a long skirt and a t-shirt, nothing tempting, just plain and simple.
Abra
brought a glass of ice water to her lips, sipped and swallowed.
This is it.

The clock clanged out twelve times, its tone echoing.

On the crest of the hill, Val strode along in his blue jeans and white t-shirt. His pace carried him past the barbed wire and unlike that first time, he didn’t waste a moment tracing the line. He hurried along, his gaze intent on her.

She set her glass down and grasped the porch rail, descending the steps to the grass. “Hurry up!” she called to him. “You’ve got less than an hour now.” She smirked. For a fleeting moment, she decided maybe she could resist him.

Val jogged along. He entered the property and only slowed when he approached her.
“Afternoon.”

“Yeah.”
She held her hand out to him, and he took it. “You have some explaining to do.”

He shot her a sideways grin. “Do I?”

“Come on.”

Avoiding his heated gaze, she led him up the steps, across the porch and into the kitchen. A glance at the dining room table made her cringe, her mind awash with coupling with him there. The chair she bumped into offered a similar fantasy, him seated beneath her, tugging her down again and again.

“What’s your name?” she stopped before the side by side paintings.

He let go of her hand, heat remaining around her fingers as if he hadn’t. Phantom kisses worked along her neck. Unseen fingers ran down her spine, her ass and paused to cup her butt cheeks.

“Val,” he answered. “You know that.”

“It’s short for something. You’re a demon. We
both
know that part. What is it? Who are you, really?”

He studied the new painting, his thumb and forefinger stroking his chin.
“
Valefar
.”
Turning, he winked at her. “You’re good,
Abra
. You see things most don’t. There wasn’t an artist to take down what I looked like before the
Fall
, but…” he nodded. “This. This, my dear, is a masterpiece.”

He walked a circle around her, his incubi assaulting her with kisses and licks. Fingers sought out her cleft and found it wet and wanting.
Abra
tried to stifle her desire for him. “You’re impossible,” she whispered.

“But you’re fighting me.” He halted in front of her, grasped her shoulders and ran his lips across hers, not quite a kiss, more like a promise of one if she complied. “Why?”

“I cleaned the house. I know what you are, what you want from me.”

“What do I want? To be needed?
To have a companion?
To be loved?”

“Noonday demon,” she said, accusing. “That’s why you show at midday and why you leave soon after. You want me to sin, to lose faith. I won’t do it.”

“Humph.” He drew closer and assaulted her mouth, his kiss hard, invasive. His chest pressed into hers and her nipples betrayed her. Grinding his bulging jeans against her pubic mound, he moaned.

Abra
backed up until she met the wall. A picture fell off, crashing onto the floor. She broke her lips away. “I should clean that up.”

“No.” He waved a hand in the air, dismissing her statement. “You cleaned the house. You’re making this difficult for me.”

“It was dirty. I suppose that was your doing.”

“Mm hmm.”
The flash of red returned to his pupils. His irises glittered with the hazel she loved. Firm hands seized her shoulders, and his knee parted her legs. “I want you. More than anyone or anything I’ve wanted in a long time. You’re such a challenge for me.”

Abra
pushed her hands between them and found the zipper on his jeans. She worked his pants down his hips. “You like a challenge?”

He grinned.

Sliding her hands down the back of his underwear, she urged him against her, guiding him in a lurid dance of promised sex.

“Say you need me. Say it.
Three words.”
He kissed her cheek, his tongue flicking hot and wet all the way to her earlobe. “I can say it.” He sucked at her skin and breathed heavy. “I need you. I need you. I need you. Say it.”

Abra
groaned. She tore at his underwear, relieving his body of them. His upper leg pressed into her pussy. “Oh God,” she whispered. “This can’t happen.”

“Stop fighting me.” He
kneaded
her arms before his hands sought lower. Her skirt caught in his fingers and fell across her feet. “It felt good to be inside you yesterday. It felt right. But you have to let
me
do it.”

His cock pressed into her abdomen. He wrestled her panties off. In a fluid movement, he lifted her and held her up, her back flush to the wall. The tip of his enormous phallus met her opening.

“Say it.”

She shook her head, their shared heat making it hard to resist his demand.
Abra
clung to his body and stared at the two paintings behind him. “You were an angel once,” she whispered. “What happened to you?”

“You need me.”

She arched her back and the head of his penis slipped inside. She moaned and embraced his waist with her legs, locking her ankles at the small of his back. Her sudden move forced him deeper.

“Not like that!” He hissed.

“I like it like that.”

Valefar
growled at her. “You won’t make a good pet.” He kissed her neck, his tongue laving across her skin. “You’re not obedient.”

“And I never will be.” She thrust as much as she could,
defying
his desire to be in charge. If he didn’t have her pinned against the wall, she’d have forced him to the floor and ravished him there.

He relented, gathering momentum and matching her rhythm. Her butt slapped against the wall. Her breasts jiggled between their bodies. The hot musk of sex filled the room.
Abra
reached back and braced her arms against the wall. She closed her eyes when his face contorted with passion. Her muscles tensed. She shook and cried out. Finally the orgasm ripped through her body, numbing her mind, flooding her senses with a wave of pressure released at last.

She stopped straining against him.

He knelt, his length buried in her. “I’m not done,” he whispered.

Abra
opened her eyes. She smirked. “Then it’s my turn to finish you.” She grasped his shoulders and shoved him down. He hit the rug and grimaced. He twisted and straightened his legs. Caught beneath her, his eyes shifting in color, he seemed helpless, not that she believed the illusion.
A demon?
Helpless?
Impossible.

Bearing down on his body, she reached with one hand and grasped the base of his erection, squeezing in time with her attack. She assaulted his body in slow, strong strokes
burgeoning
his lust to the brink.

“It’s…not…supposed…to…be…like this.” He hissed and writhed, his eyes slipping shut. That luscious mouth tightened with ecstasy.

Abra
gave him no mercy and rode him until his voiced bliss and agony turned into hoarse gasps. When she stopped and stared down at him, some sort of superiority flooding her, she giggled.

“Please.” He ran his palms along her thighs. “Say it,
Abra
. I don’t want to go back.” Tears welled in his eyes.

The clocked ticked.

He mouthed the word
please
once more.

The clock struck one.

Horns broke through his temples, twisted and black. His skin darkened. His eyes lost their whites, inking to the black
pupiless
ones in her painting. Red-orange flames glittered in their depths.

Abra
fought back her instinct to recoil. This was what she’d asked for, what she needed to see.

He pulled his hands away from her, his nails curving into black claws. His mouth opened and snapped shut, the sharpened teeth within, too gory. He didn’t ask again. His time had ended for the day.

The hot air that replaced his body whooshed into being. Just as his eyes blurred into nothing,
Abra
whispered, “I need you.”

Too late.

She sighed. Being alone had its rewards. There was no one to seek approval from, no one to anger, to make jealous.
No one.
It sounded so empty and final.

Abra
pushed her sweaty hair off her shoulders and closed her eyes. She wondered what she was getting herself into.
A demon.
Of all the men she’d ever met and had a good time with—and some of them weren’t the kind she’d have brought home to meet her parents—she had taken a liking to something not human.

“Ironic,” she blurted and laughed at herself.

She dressed and went to stare at the canvasses, seeing Val in both, although she had to admit, he was far more one than the other. “Can a demon rise after he has fallen?”

She replaced the picture that had slipped off the wall and swept up the broken glass, careful to leave no shards behind. She no more wanted to give up who she was, the way she’d chosen to lead her life, than the demon tempted her to do so. Then again, maybe she could make room for a little laziness.
Abra
waited for tomorrow.