Kiss of the Devil

Word count: 2112

After Hades had departed he was left there, battered and bruised, listening to the soft sound of Cora's singing, totally unaware of what had transpired. He made his way to the wall, the only thing shielding him from that which he'd come to hunger for even more than blood, even more than a real life. He wanted Cora. He wanted her with a fury that was greater than that of any of the Gods. He placed a rough hand on the intricately patterned wall, and closed his eyes, aware that she was in the tall glass shower in the corner. The one he'd used while she'd slept. His cock jerked to life at the thought, Cora naked, in that very same place he'd been naked. He tried to imagine her there, the water, her body. By the sound of her voice he knew she was smiling. Her lips would be curled at the ends so slightly, that dimple playing in and out of her satin smooth cheek.

Nydryn stepped back and stared at the wall, with a flick of his wrist it was as if the separation had never been there. He saw clearly into the room, into the shower where Cora stood, her back to him. Nydryn inhaled sharply, his slacks suddenly too tight. She was beautiful. Her head slightly inclined, allowing the stream of water to caress the swan like length of her neck. She'd stopped singing and now massaged soap over her body, with those long graceful hands. Nydryn watched the suds make a track over her back, and against his will, his eyes followed them down the curve of her spine, where they slipped in between the cheeks of her heart shaped ass. He growled deep in his throat, imagining rubbing himself against her, bending her over, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her flaring hips, as he buried his cock inside her quivering flesh over and over, he knew he could give her pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known, knew her moans would fill the bathroom, echo off the marble walls…. Nydryn closed his eyes steadying his breathing. He was being reckless with this human, but it was as if he had no choice but to watch the bathing female. She turned then, and Nydryn felt his heart skip beats.

The woman was made for pleasure, and she didn’t even know it. Her eyes were half closed, her face a mask of pure happiness as she tipped her head back letting the water massage her scalp. Her hands moved over her neck, down to her small breasts. Her nipples were hard, dusky light brown peaks, and Nydryn felt his fangs begin to throb in his mouth as he watched her hands making a path over her lithe body, down her taunt stomach, between her thighs. She was touching herself, her brows knitting themselves together, her lips parting softly and a small moan escaping. Nydryn was hot, ready to come at any second as he watched her long fingers dance over the thin stripe of brown hair guarding her sex. Tantalizing. They lingered, before slipping between her slick folds. A slim finger vanished inside her core.


Enough. The word stumbled through his mind. Pull back now. His heart stilled as he stepped back until he was staring at nothing but the patterned wallpaper, his body raging, crying out for release. Beyond the partition of the wall he heard the shower cutting off, the soft splash of water on marble as Cora exited, the scrape of the towel as she pulled it from the rack. His senses were on overload his skin giving off a hellish amount of heat. Nydryn pleaded with his body to calm down. At this rate he'd kill the girl as soon as she was out of the bathroom…the door opened slowly, and her shadow fell across the pale carpet.


Cora hesitated at the doorway. Something wasn't right, the room was utterly silent, but she knew Nydryn was there. Could hear his breath rasping just out of sight. Her heart raced, her throat drying out painfully. Cora held the towel closer to her body and willed her feet forward. She stepped into the room, greeted by a comforting warmth. Cora turned and found him watching her, his pale eyes burning that bright vivid blue, his chest, and shoulders rising and falling as he dragged air into his body. Panic seized her. The man was purely animal, every bit the dark, deadly assassin she knew him to be. This was the man who killed without conscience the man whom Hades’ called his soldier. Man? She wasn’t sure what he was, but she was certain of the heavy heat pooling between her thighs at the sight of him. She was not afraid. She knew what he was and she still wanted him, had wanted him since that night in the alley, but her feet were planted, rooted deep in the carpet. She waited, watching his pale blue eyes swallow up the sight of her, and as if by their own volition her eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his slacks.


Cora Moved forward, her hands releasing the towel she’d held pressed tightly against her breast to drop to the thickly carpeted floor. She didn’t know where she found the courage to press her body along the length of his, she wanted to be as close as possible, to feel… oh yes, Cora let her hand slip between their two bodies, her fingers stroking his hardness through the thin material of his pants. It intrigued her the way he was so tense, holding himself back away from her. She raised honeyed eyes to meet his.

“Im not afraid, I want you,” Nydryn let his eyes drift closed she was intoxicating, more than he could have ever dreamed, before she’d walked into his life, he’d had only one mission in life and that was to obey Hades’ every word, but this girl, all she wanted was him, to please him, she desired him. “Tell me what you want.”

Cora couldn’t believe the words that were coming from her mouth, but they were hers none the less. Her fingers moved, because she’d willed them to, deftly flicking over the buttons of his black slacks, sliding the zipper down slowly. She inhaled sharply when his erection sprung free, long, thick, and so completely masculine. She watched in fascination as it jerked beneath her gaze.


Nydryn held his breath as she studied him, her gaze was enough to set him on fire, her motions halting and unsure drove him to the edge. Her slim fingers rose brushing softly at his throbbing cock, and he nearly came in her palm, and his heart leapt as she sunk slowly to her knees wrapping her fingers around his thickness.


Cora breathed in the scent of him, masculine and sharp, she lowered her head, running her tongue gently over the tiny bead of moisture that had appeared on the tip, before slipping his length between her lips. He tasted wild, strange so different, and her body was on fire when she felt the heaviness of his hand in her hair, his hips thrusting forward driving his cock deep into her throat. He growled deep in his chest. Her fingers caressed his testicles, hanging heavy between his legs, and she felt his body jerk in response, this was heaven, she didn’t care whatever else he may be called. Night, death, Demon… Soulreaper. This was Nydryn this was the man she wanted.

Cora didn’t resist when he fisted his hands in her hair and lifted her to her feet, dragging her to the bed. He was out of control, a man gone mad, she could feel the power radiating from him, he was fierce and deadly, forcing her to bend over, her hands on the edge of the bed. Cora moaned when she felt him behind her, his hardness pressed against the cleft of her ass, he rubbed himself against her core, giving her an inch, then drawing back, until she felt her wetness running down the inside of her leg. She was throbbing, needy.

Nydryn stared down at Cora’s narrow back, smooth and unblemished, he’d felt how she’d be, tight wet, so ready. It was a struggle to continue teasing her, but he refused to take her by force. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, moving forward, pressing into the tight wetness, and pulling back. Her moans filled the room, soft, and melodious, and he nearly came when she reached back using her hands to spread herself wide for him. She pressed her face into the thick comforter on the bed, her legs spread, her ass in the air, the heady scent of her arousal filling his head making him dizzy with need. He knelt pressing his face into her core, letting his tongue slide along her swollen clit, he grasped her hips, driving his tongue deep inside her, thrilled when she began to squirm against him. When her release was close he stood burying himself to the hilt. She was smooth, like silk over his hardness, tight and squeezing him. Nydryn’s head spun, as he thrust roughly against her, reaching around his fingers parting her slick folds gently massaging her clit.


Cora cried out. Never had she known such pleasure, she was his to take completely exposed, helpless, as he thrust against her. Filling her like she’d never been filled. With every thrust she could feel him, long, hard, and thick, his primitive grunts mixing with her own mewling moans. She reached, fisting her hands in the sheets as she felt that delightful pressure building, like a wave from the sea, all consuming, devastating, he brought her to the edge, and she leapt, exploding in tremors; her body arching with the violent orgasm ripping through her. He grasped her, pulling her up against his chest, never leaving her he continued to thrust slowly, his hands drifting over her body, his fingers flickering gently over her nipples. She gave herself over til she felt his thrust quicken, he held her tightly against his body His mouth sliding over the thick cords at her throat.

Nydryn felt her lifeblood flowing beneath the surface of her skin, felt it’s ebb and flow, heard the steady drum of her heart. He scrapped his teeth back and forth against her skin, once, twice, before biting down. Her blood spilled over into his mouth, sweet and intoxicating sliding over his tongue and down his throat like the most potent necter. Her body clenched his, shuddering around his cock once more, milking his own release from him.
Nydryn buried himself deep coming with an intensity he’d never before experienced.




She waited. Waited for the guilt, the regret, the disgust. It never came. Nydryn was a slave of the gods, he was a killer, he was deadly, an assassin, and now her lover. Cora relaxed as his length slipped from her body, she turned to face him, her deep chocolate eyes searching. His jaw was set, firm, his gaze unwavering. What was that she read there? Anger? Regret? Her heart felt as if it had been pinched. Hadn’t he wanted her like she’d wanted him? Was it against the laws of his Gods for him to be with a human female. In this moment the differences between them were vivid. Behind his full sensuous lips the sharp points of his fangs were barely visible but there all the same. His heavily muscled chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing.

“This should never have happened.” He bit out the words from beneath clenched teeth. Hades had given him strict orders not to touch the girl, and yet… He’d been weak, which was becoming a growing trend since he’d met her. He watched her deep brown eyes flare with anger.

“And why not? What is wrong with what happened between us.” How could he tell her, she could never belong with him, never belong to his world? How could he say to her, that although she’d just shared her body with him they could never have anything more? Her gaze burned him on a lever that nothing ever had. Nydryn turned away.

“I need to feed. Do not leave this room.” His words were clipped, impersonal, and Cora felt her heart clench as he turned his back on her nudity, when she was so vulnerable. She felt the blood drain to her feet as what he was saying sunk in. He didn’t want her. How could she have ever thought there could be anything between her and such a Creature?