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But all of that changed in an instant when a defiant, yet captivating creature crosses his path. Desperate to know what it is about her, he kidnaps her and takes her to his lair, intent on breaking her and making her his personal pet How far will the brutal demon go to uncover what's hidden in the depths of Arissa's soul? This word story is pure erotica, containing graphic sex scenes, and sexual themes including dominance and submission, sexy paranormal creatures, and a reluctant slave.
Read more Read less. Customers who viewed this item also viewed. Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. Demon Lust Demon Erotica. Savages Badlands Book 1. A Dark Cyborg Romance. Product description Product Description Innocent and sexually unfilled Arissa longs for something that it seems no man can offer her. Kindle Edition File Size: Amazon Australia Services, Inc. Customers who bought this item also bought. Kept by the Minotaur Herd: Taken by the Minotaur Herd: Share your thoughts with other customers. Write a customer review. She reached up to gently trail her fingertips over her own breasts through the fabric of her sleep shirt.
Her nipples hardened into tight insignificant nubs, barely the size of pencil erasers. The incubus turned away from his slaves to check his computer, and Zoe came back to her senses. Her cheeks flushed at her actions and she crossed her arms over her chest, tucking her hands tightly under her arms. Stop being turned on by this! Or look like that! Zoe bit her bottom lip hard, closing her eyes tight. Where had that come from? No, she knew it had been lurking there, under the surface, for some time.
There was something wrong with her. She glared at the incubus while he typed back to his viewers. This was his fault and the fault of all the other demons like him. They knew exactly what they were doing. Knew the pull they had over the human mind, the human libido. She was a complete idiot for trying to research their methods of transformation. What did it matter in the end? Melissa was gone, just like Noah had said. Nothing Zoe learned could change that. A gift from a friend who was tired of her ungrateful nature. A ball gag prevented more than frantic, muffled sounds.
The incubus strapped it tightly to her head while holding her close with his tail. She tried to shove him away, but he was too strong. After a brief struggle, Dolly was tethered to the wall with her wrists strapped snuggly above her head. The incubus turned and sighed dramatically, running his hand down his abs before adjusting his obvious hard-on. What should I do with my naughty Dolly? On screen, the chat flooded with messages. Suggestions, praise, and--for the first time Zoe had noticed--a slew of viewers begging to trade places with Dolly.
She blinked at that, her insides clenching uncomfortably. This was for Melissa. Major scanned the chat again while massaging his thick length over his jeans.
Not so you humans can jerk it to my slaves and my dick. Zoe licked her lips and swallowed, straightening up in her seat with determination. This was her chance. For some reason, the demons kept the true extent and nature of their powers a closely guarded secret.
Zoe could guess it had to do with wanting to prevent human exploitation of them via their powers, or a potential human coup. Which meant this was her only means of research left. Major smiled, the wicked curve of his lips making him even more handsome. With his head tilted the way it was, his horns out of view and the muscled contours of his chest and stomach visible, he almost looked human. He crossed back to Dolly, who struggled against her bonds and arched away from him.
Dolly squirmed and cried out behind her ball gag.
In one month this phone line will be disconnected. Demons were known to modify their slaves to their particular needs and preferences. She flipped the card over to find another tagline. Customers who bought this item also bought. Later on, she ends up becoming a mother figure to a young homeless boy. Be the first to review this item Amazon Bestsellers Rank: Monsters come in all shapes and sizes, from lustful demons of the deep, to horny creatures from another world.
The other women moaned and danced in place, hands clasped behind their backs. Their breasts leaked streams of milk, dribbling down onto their legs and the floor. He worked the appendage between her legs and wrapped it up over one hip, pressing tightly against her bare pussy.
She desperately needed to know if Belle would say something to upset her master. Or something that would delight him. Her mind filled with all manner of scenarios for punishment and reward, each one more thrilling than the last. She shook her head, no. Though she did squirm every time his tail, glistening with her wetness, undulated against her sex.
She gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes, head resting against her shoulder, while he chanted in a harsh, strange language Zoe had never heard before. His voice sounded like something out of a nightmare--otherworldly and ethereally layered as if many voices spoke at once. Where his eyes had looked a human brown before, they began to glow yellow from within as his chanting increased in tempo. She gasped and moaned against her gag, spittle trickling down her cheek as she arched her back into his demonic touch.
Her eyes slipped closed and she writhed against him in ecstasy, rocking her hips and chest against his tail and hands. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, her breasts began to swell. Zoe brushed her fingers over her own hard nipple, tiny and pathetic in comparison. Then why I am I breathing so hard? Why am I soaking through my pajama pants? Zoe moved her mouse cursor, ready to close her browser and erase her browser history.
They were still the smallest on screen, but Zoe wished her own breasts were half as big and beautiful. Major hefted them, testing their weight with a self-satisfied smile before letting them drop. Dolly grunted, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she twisted from side to side, making her breasts sway. Embarrassed by your small chest, your small offering to your master. He wrapped his finger and thumb around her prominent nipple, pulling and stroking it like a tiny cock. Little beads of milk formed, but his fingers smeared them away.
She was causing the problem. And Master will always take good care of you if you take good care of him. Would Melissa be so lucky to have a master that cared about her in some way? Or would she end up with one who tortured her for fun? Or who would discard her at the first sign of a conflict? Once a human was in the demon ownership system, they were a slave until they perished.
Demons had so many powers up their sleeves: Now Zoe knew at least their transformation magic involved touch and incantations. There were too many conflicting feelings vying for top billing in her head and her heart. Maybe a drink would be good--she had a couple beers in the fridge from the weekend before. A private message notification popped up on screen.
Another notification popped up--an invitation to a private video chat with Major himself. She looked around at her furniture, her bookshelves, her drawn blinds and curtains. Nothing gave her any good excuses to back out. She could close her laptop. She should close her laptop. But that tight, hot throbbing kicked up again between her thighs and it was hard to argue with her curiosity. What would it hurt to watch a little more?
Already embarrassed herself and Only with Melissa specifically in mind, of course. This is all for Melissa. I might learn something new in private. Something to help me help her Hopefully in a very different way. And I can always shut my computer off at any time. There was a slight delay while Major joined the private chat, but when he and Dolly appeared on the screen it was a much more intimate shot. Squeezing them as she let out little groans of abject pleasure. That had to be where Zoe drew a line. But that might have been a trick of the camera.
I have to make money somehow. So I thought it would balance out the lack of compensation if I could watch you while we play for you. Zoe checked her hair, then straightened her thin tee, ignoring how her breasts formed sorry triangular peaks beneath it. Before she could dwell on how horrible her choices were, she took the sticky-note off of her webcam lens and connected it to the chat. Her nervous face appeared in the corner of the screen, red hair limp and Did you like our little show? Zoe swallowed around the thick lump in her throat.
And what was the point? It loosened some of the tightest knots in her gut.
But this seemed like some sort of marketing racket, which thankfully made things feel a lot less sexy. Though it was hard to not find Major attractive up close and personal. His shoulders were broad and perfectly toned, his smile charming, and his hands looked strong yet soft. Besides, I had a hunch about you and wanted to see if I was right. The fabric of her shirt teased her arousal-hardened nipples as it shifted with her shoulders.
She resolved not to move again, placing her hands safely in her lap. His tongue darted out, teasing the bumpy dark pink nubs to full attention. Zoe opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. She ducked her head, averting her eyes so she could concentrate on figuring out how candid she could afford to be with this demonic stranger and his human lapdog. Or cow, as it were. He was milking her with his tongue. But the rapid throb of her pussy and sudden flood of wetness meant there was no denying to herself she loved it.
Major latched onto both nipples, engulfing them in his mouth to suckle directly from the source.
Dolly moaned and sighed, rocking her hips in a circular motion, obviously craving friction and attention in more than one sensitive place. Zoe trailed off, frowning. Studying Zoe, a slow smirk spread across his spit and milk slicked lips. He was guessing, trying to get a rise out of her. And it was working in the worst way. She closed all her browser windows and leveled her angry stare at the sleeping cat picture set as her desktop wallpaper.
She needed to move on, to get her life back on track. Where was she in life anyway? Stuck at a dead-end office job answering phones and filing papers for literal demon lawyers. Her coworkers were awful gossiping meddlers, socially inept, or overtly getting special treatment for submitting to sexual favors. Her family members were fatalistic, toxic, and unbearable. Her last boyfriend had left her for an older, more established woman who was interested in building a family, which was something Zoe felt vehemently against.
Why make more fodder for the demons on purpose? Why set yourselves up for a chance at the worst heartbreak imaginable? Or maybe they bought them off to have names omitted from the lists altogether. The theories varied, but the results were the same: A glance at the clock told Zoe it was eleven on a Friday night and she was at home, in her pajamas. Horny, angry, and alone. Pulling up Facebook, she scanned her newsfeed before jumping into a private message to a few of her other friends. Maybe a couple of them would want to go out or were already at a club or bar.
She might not have trusted them with the more important things in life, but they were fun to hang out and party with. While she waited for replies, she hurried to get ready in a slinky turquoise dress with a low neckline. Her cleavage looked amazing. She checked her messages, and had a single reply from Stacy, who was having an anniversary date night with her girlfriend.
It had only been about five minutes, so she put on a little makeup, put some mousse in her hair, and picked out a pair of purple, peek-toe heels. A fresh idea popped into her mind. It was probably horrible, terrible Fueled by frustration she wanted to kill with sex and sweat, she sent Noah a message.
Do you want to meet up?
We can go out and have some fun. Zoe pouted at the screen and sighed. He really was cute in the boy-next-door kind of way. Very normal, very human. And not wearing shoes. Two large bookshelves were stuffed to the brim with DVD box sets and special editions. Another shorter shelf held books, with three towering stacks of hardbacks on top. There went her hopes he was inviting her over under false pretenses. I have a review column in the local paper and I run a movie blog online. Zoe leaned forward, lifting one foot up behind her to slip off a heel. She knew perfectly well the great view Noah had down the front of her dress.
Hopefully he liked what he saw. That sort of stuff.
When she straightened up, Noah had moved in closer. He took her hand off his arm and held it in his hands. Even in a crisis. Maybe especially in a crisis. Trying to move on. One wallowed while the other lived on the fumes of her own vitriol. All she could see there was the same pained look her dad wore like a mask. The government letter stared back at her and she felt the uncomfortable, seething knot resettle in her stomach. Instead she wandered aimlessly down the sidewalk, looking at the businesses she passed. She waited for the light to change, then crossed the intersection and kept on going toward the heart of the city.
The more she walked, the more demons she saw walking to and from buildings. Some sported incredible horns, others had cloven feet or claws, a few had wings or tails.