Rorlan (Demon Guardians)
Jessica Coulter Smith
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Copyright ©2013 Jessica Coulter Smith
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I caressed the soft, supple skin of the woman I'd chained to the wall of my room. She wasn't just any woman though. No, she was my charge, the one woman I was sworn to protect, and what better way than to make sure she had my undivided attention? Larissa had caught me in the act of protecting her when a man attempted to rob her at knife point, and she demanded that I take her with me when I returned to Hell. So here we were.
I'd watched over her for years, and had been tempted nearly every day. Until now, I wouldn't have dared to touch her, but recent events had shown that it wasn't quite as frowned upon as I'd once thought. Watching her date one faithless man after another, knowing they were going to hurt her in the end, hadn't been easy. It was, after all, my job to protect her. And I took my job very seriously.
Larissa was different from the others I'd protected in the past. There was something about her that called to me, something that made her special. At first, I'd thought it was merely my drive to fuck her senseless, but now I wondered if it wasn't, perhaps, something more. I'd never realized that a demon could have feelings other than lust and anger, but I felt something for the woman before me. I couldn't put a name to it, but I definitely felt something.
The light lovingly caressed her and my cock hardened even further. I wondered if once would be enough with Larissa, or would it take many times before my lust would be sated? Her scent alone was driving me mad, having her helpless and at my mercy only increased my desire for her.
I'd always been dominant in the bedroom, but the sight of her shackled, ready and waiting for me, was enough to make me want to rip the chains from the wall and throw her on the bed. But I wouldn't do that. No, what I was doing would serve a purpose. It was something she needed, even if she didn't realize it.
She stood there, shackled, so trusting. I'd been surprised when she'd given in to me so easily, being a natural fighter. Being bound in any way went against her very nature, and yet here she was, putting her faith in me not to harm her. While I'd known her for years, she'd just met me today. She should've been more cautious, especially with me being a demon, but that only seemed to intrigue her further.
A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin, and I leaned forward to lick a path from her shoulder to her neck. She tasted so sweet. I trailed my hand from her neck down her spine to her ass, loving the contrast of her fair skin and my blue tinge. My whole body was blue with intricate black tattoos covering my neck, arms and torso. All Tinta demons looked like me, and we were each sworn to protect one special woman. And Larissa was certainly special.
"What do you want?" I asked, nipping her ear.
"I want you to make me yours."
"No matter what that entails?" It was important that she understand she would be giving complete control to me.
"No matter what," she said in a breathy voice. Sweet Lucifer, what that voice did to me!
Opening the trunk at the foot of my bed, I withdrew a crop. Caressing her tender skin from neck to ass and back again, I leaned in close. "This is your last chance to change your mind."
"I can take whatever you give me."
I chuckled. Famous last words.
Pulling back the crop, I slapped it across her ass, leaving a red streak on her delicate, snowy white skin. The sight made my cock even harder than before. Drawing the crop back again, I added another stripe to that luscious ass, then another, and another, each one drawing a gasp from her sweet lips.