Victoria's Demon Lover (4 page)

     He shrugged.  “I will keep
coming,” his mouth turned up again at his own humor, “until you agree.”  His
hand moved from her knee to his crotch.  He flipped the metal stud at the
waistband and unzipped his jeans.  He was not wearing underwear.  His cock
popped out, thick and hard in his hand.  The yellow eyes glowed brighter for a
moment as he opened his knees and adjusted himself in the seat.

     Victoria looked away,
wondering just what could be seen through her windshield.  He began to stroke
slowly, his well-muscled arm clenched and unclenched as he brought it back and
forth.  She covered her eyes with a hand, embarrassed.  She imagined him coming
and spurting his cum over the inside of her windshield and heard him give a
short laugh beside her as he read that thought.

     “You have no idea,” he said,
amused.  She turned away, looking at the people with their shopping bags
meandering though the lot, looking for their cars.  She heard the short beeps
of automatic locks as shoppers popped their trunks to put away their
purchases.  She wondered if she should jump out of the car.  He couldn’t chase
her down with his dick in his hand.

     Her hand moved toward the
door.

     Her seatbelt tightened.  She
was pressed back firmly.

     He said, “No.  You cannot
escape.  Not here.”

     She wondered if she should
drive away now.  Victoria realized she did not want strangers peering through
her windows and asking her if she was “all right”. 
Of course I am not ‘all
right’
.  She moved her hand to turn the ignition and the demon did not stop
her, instead he put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up. She turned
her head to look behind her as she backed carefully out of the parking space
and moved slowly toward the exit.  People were looking at her.  She accelerated
and merged onto the access road.  Victoria resisted the urge to close her
eyes.    She quickly rolled down her side window and stuck her head out to get
some fresh air.  She was no longer on a street.  The little car was parked in
the center of a green field of blowing grass.  In the distance a low tree-line
suggested summertime in the South.  Victoria blinked, then rubbed her eyes to
be sure.  She didn’t want to be rear-ended at a street light.

     “You won’t.”  She looked at
him.

     The yellow eyes were soft.

     She thought he might be taking
her to Hell.  She had been prepared to see visions of fire and the stinking
smoke of brimstone.  She expected to see a landscape like the Dore engravings
from art class in college.  She did not expect to see a medieval village
complete with stone houses and high thatched roofs.

     “Hell looks like medieval
France?” she asked him.

     “Not France.  Even I will not
go there.  This is Shrewsbury.”

     She held his hand tighter. 
“Shrewsbury.”

     “England.  Do you remember?” 
He looked down at her and his yellow eyes were hopeful.

     She frowned at the thatched
cottages and the stone walls that separated the fields.  There were no people
around.  The sun was low on the horizon.  It appeared to be early summer as the
trees in the distant forest were all freshly green.  She did not remember.  She
felt his intense disappointment as a sharp pain in her heart.  She looked up at
the yellow eyes.  “How can I remember?  I have never been to England.”

     His cheek twitched.  He took a
huge breath and led her toward the nearest cottage.  He lifted her up with his
strong arms and sat her on top of a barrel so she could see inside the window.

     It was dim inside.  There was
the low glow from the fireplace and two oil lamps that hung suspended from the
rafters on thin chains.   A thick candle illuminated a heavy wood table near
the window, but it was the low rope bed that caught her attention.

     On the bed two people were
engaged in a familiar activity on a thin straw mattress.  Victoria made to back
away and jump down from the window, but she felt her demon put his hand on the
small of her back and press her hard against the sill.  “No,” he said, “We are
going to watch.”

     She made a face.  Watching was
never exciting to her.  She remembered herself at a bachelorette party, tipsy
with wine and margaritas, and weaving through the apartment of a girlfriend. 
The others had gathered around the television.  One of them slid a disc into
the machine and they all giggled.  Porn.  That time they had found some gay
porn and enjoyed watching two men enjoy themselves...over and over.  Victoria had
only been embarrassed.  She felt naughty watching.  She thought about how it
would feel to have someone watching her.  Not exciting.  Even when she
masturbated alone in her house she would lock her bedroom door and pull down
the shades.  Even though her bedroom was on the second floor.  She winced.

     The demon insisted.  “Open
your eyes.  Watch them.”

     She did.  She felt him move
closer to her.  His warmth was disconcerting.  It felt almost human. Almost
comforting.  He put his arm around her waist and held her close to his side.

     The two people inside would
have been able to see a demon and a woman looking through their window.  Or
not.  She turned to the demon.  “Can they see us?” she asked him, nervous.

     He shook his head.  “They
cannot.  Nor can they hear us.”

     That made her feel a little
better.  She was uncomfortable sharing the intimacy of this couple who appeared
to be deeply in love.  The window was close enough to the bed to read their
expressions.  The woman was young, barely out of her teens.  They might be
newlyweds.  She looked around the inside of the cottage. 
Yes.
  There
was evidence that they had just moved in.  Possessions were piled against the
walls.  Some things were in wood crates.  There was a trunk by the door.  Perhaps
they had arrived just today and could not wait to get to the bed.  Yes, that
was it.

     The man was tall and strong. 
His well-muscled arms and shoulders suggested an occupation of hard labor.  She
turned her head and looked at the yard around the cottage, searching for a hint
of his work.  A covered area between the barn and the house contained a forge. 
She nodded.  Blacksmith.  She looked back inside the cottage. Iron tools lay on
the floor by the front door.  A hammer.  A chisel.  Some other things she could
not name.  Yes.  Hard muscles, honestly earned.

     Beside her she heard her demon
make a noise in his throat that suggested she had guessed correctly on
everything.  Inside the two sat on their bed facing each other and exploring
their naked bodies.  The woman looked a little nervous.  A virgin, perhaps. 
The demon nodded again.  He whispered into her ear.  “She waited for him.  She
fended off all the village’s young men for three years while she waited for him
to finish his apprenticeship.  He is a journeyman now with his own forge.”

     Victoria looked up, puzzled. 
“You know them?”

     The demon did not answer.  He
nudged her, signaling that she should be looking through the window instead of
talking.

     The young woman looked up at
her new husband shyly and touched the erect nipple on his chest.  Victoria
watched as the man smiled down at her tenderly.

The woman’s nipples pointed firmly
at her new husband.  He responded by touching them both with his big hands. 
The woman closed her eyes and sighed, and Victoria echoed her sigh with her
own.  The man was very handsome.  His eyes were brown like his hair and glowed
soft with love for his wife. He had a fine straight nose and a firm jaw,
lightly stubbled with a few days’ beard as though they had been travelling and
he could not stop to shave.  The woman was as attractive as her husband; her
long black hair rested against her back and touched the mattress with its
ends.  She was small and very dainty. She turned her head to look coyly at him,
then glanced down at his lap.  She colored prettily as his body responded
stiffly to the soft touch of her hands on his chest.

     “Jack,” she whispered.

     “Do not be afraid, Maggie,” Jack
answered.

     “I am not,” she said, but
Victoria saw how large her eyes had grown.  Inside her she could feel a nagging
apprehension and wondered if she were feeling her own nervousness at being in a
strange place with her demon or if she were feeling this young bride’s emotion.

    Jack reached for Maggie and
gently laid her down on the bed.  He remained seated, and stroked Maggie with
his hands like he would polish the shining metal of a sword or a plowshare.  He
ran his big hands up and down her thighs, then over her hips and her waist,
finishing by cupping her breasts.

     She wriggled a little as he
explored her body and Victoria could see she was smiling at him.  His cock had
grown as he caressed her, and Maggie could not help but crane her neck to look
at it.  It was as impressive as he was, as though the hard work at the forge
had increased the girth of every part of him, not just his arms and shoulders. 
Victoria felt a familiar dampness between her legs as she looked at his cock. 
She pressed her knees together.  This was another woman’s man.  Not hers.

     “Will it hurt?” Maggie asked
in a small voice.

     “It doesn’t have to,” Jack
answered.  He opened her legs with a hand and touched the soft hair of her
mound with one finger.  “It can be very nice, indeed.”

     “Even the first time?” 
Maggie’s face registered both eagerness and trepidation.

     Jack shrugged.   “I am not a
woman.  I do not know.  It has always been nice for me. What did your mother
tell you?”

     At this Maggie’s face fell. 
She closed her legs and rolled over on her side.  “She told me to close my eyes
and pray you would be finished quickly.”

     Jack frowned.  “I do not want
to be finished quickly.”

     Maggie continued.  “Molly told
me it was nice the second and third time, but the first was not.”

     Jack looked down at his cock
then at the cleft under the soft mound of Maggie’s buttocks.

     He got up and went to the
table near the window, the erect cock bobbed as he walked.  Victoria made to
back away, but her demon’s hand on her back stopped her.  “Remember, he
murmured, “They cannot see or hear us.”

     Jack moved a basket and unfolded
a cloth.  He took out a small covered crock and scooped out something soft with
two fingers.  Butter.  Victoria smiled, the “personal lubricant” of the old
days.  Jack rubbed the butter over his hard cock.  He looked over his shoulder
at Maggie, then applied another coating.  By the time he walked back to the bed
Maggie had rolled over again onto her back, watching and waiting for him.  He
put a knee on the bed and touched her again with his slippery hand.  She opened
her legs for him.

     He used two fingers to smear
her cleft with what was left of the butter, then took his cock in his hand. 
Victoria squeezed her knees together again.  The demon’s arm snaked around her
waist and firmly hugged her to his side.  They both watched as Jack positioned
himself.  Maggie was biting her lower lip.

     Victoria remembered her first
time.  She remembered the feeling of her boyfriend’s cock as it slid
tentatively into her.  It had been his first time too.  They were both terrified
and excited.  He had not coated his dick with butter.  It was coated with a
responsible condom.  She smiled, remembering how they fumbled to adolescent
climax.  He did first, and she resorted to masturbation afterwards.  He had
been chagrinned at how quickly he had come without her, but being seventeen, he
was able to enter her again twenty minutes later.  That time was better. It had
taken her weeks to train him how to make her come while he was inside, but the
effort had been worth it.

     She felt the demon reading her
mind.  She glanced up at his face, but he was staring intently inside at Jack
and Maggie.

     She followed his gaze.  Jack wanted
to be inside his wife, but her large frightened eyes had him hesitating. He
held his cock in his hand and pressed it up against the inside of her thigh.

     “It will be fine, Maggs.  It
won’t hurt.”

     His wife took a little
breath.  “Promise?”

     Jack nodded.  He touched the
very tip of his engorged cock against the folds of her body.  He put his finger
on her clit and circled it slowly, watching her face for permission to enter.

     Maggie grimaced, then
struggled to erase it from her face.  Victoria knew she did not want Jack to
think she didn’t want him.  She encouraged the young woman,
let him in.  I
would
.  Her own cleft was wet thinking about Jack’s cock.  She squirmed on
the barrel.  Maggie nodded once, and bit her lip.

     Jack pressed gently and
Victoria could see the tip squeeze inside.  Just the tip.  Jack closed his
eyes.  The muscles of his body went as rigid as his cock as he controlled
himself, fighting against the thrust that nature was insisting he complete.

     Maggie raised her knees and
clutched the edges of the mattress, preparing herself as if Jack was skewering
her with one of his iron pokers instead of stroking her from the inside with
velvet and steel.  She screwed her eyes shut.

     Victoria sent Maggie her
thoughts. 
Let him in, you will be amazed at how good this will feel!

     She opened her own legs a
little as if that would encourage the young woman inside.  Her juices dribbled
along her thighs.  She imagined Jack entering her.  She imagined the power of
those blacksmith muscles as they thrust the cock in and out of her.

     Maggie had opened her eyes
again.  Jack was still poised on his knees with his cock only touching her
cleft.  Maggie nodded again and very slowly Jack pushed inside her.   Victoria
held her breath.  His cock moved for a few inches before stopping.  Maggie
arched her back and cried out.