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Hellcat 31


“What? Where?” Sean twisted as he blinked out of darkness, and the world came roaring back into existence around him. “Soot? What the hell was that?” He clutched Fides’s arm tightly while he tried to stop the rocking of the room. “Where are we? Oh.”

They were home. Ferdinand squirmed in his arms, apparently more calm being swallowed up by the darkness and spit out than Sean was just yet. He let the kitten down and looked around the living room of his apartment. Sean absorbed the destroyed furniture, broken glass, and shattered window in silence. “Oh, fuck,” he sighed, and his shoulders slumped. He was home and the place was a total mess.

With a dejected expression, Sean turned his gaze to TJ. He was still held over Fides’s shoulder, and Sean stepped behind the demon to see his face. TJ was in a deep sleep and looked serene and peaceful even in the uncomfortable position.

Sean couldn’t help but smile. They were home. He leaned forward and gently kissed TJ’s forehead.

“We’re safe, right? I mean, that guy didn’t follow us?” The idea of that witch hunting them down over Divia’s death felt very real after seeing his anger. Sean took a step away and looked around his apartment with a new purpose.

“We haven’t been followed,” Fides assured calmly. “There is no way for a human to track shadow travel. They can lay traps at the end, but they cannot follow us through the portal.” He lifted TJ from his shoulder and carefully held his lax body in his arms. “Come. He will need rest for the transformation.”

Sean couldn’t get the witch’s angry glare out of his mind, and he slowly followed Fides while searching the apartment for any signs of danger. Magnolia’s apartment was right above his. Her showing up had seemed so insane, so circumstantial, but Magnolia had proved to be full of plans and dark intentions Sean could have never guessed. Could she have booby trapped the building? Had she left something to track Fides, or any demon who might step near her place? She had already installed a cage for humans and demons alike; who really knew how long she had access to the building before she moved?

“What if she comes back?” Sean caught up to Fides at the bedroom door. “Magnolia lives here. At least, most of her stuff is here.” The movers may have even brought the magical elements in if the regulators had finally shown.

Fides didn’t look concerned. “She’d be a fool to step into my den, if she even lives.”

Sean blinked at the mention of a den. “What, you don’t think Magnolia’s alive?”

Fides nodded and shoved the bedroom door open. It was dark within, but Fides had no issue seeing as he stepped inside. “If that was Divia’s brother, he has lived as long as his wretched sister.”

“Oh.” Sean crinkled his nose from the powerful, musky scent that lingered in his room. He scowled when he stumbled and tripped over broken furniture. “Damn it. So, you think he’s as bad as Divia?”

Fides grunted a yes. “Demons live long because of our natural lifespan. Thralls live long because you are changed to be more like us. Witches, on the other hand, live long because they steal the life force from other magical beings.” Fides wrapped a steadying tail around Sean when he stumbled again, and he guided him through the mess. The broken light bulb of Sean’s table side lamp started to glow as Fides fed a current of magic into it, and the darkness abated. “The witch siblings have been killing together for long years, and the brother appears more youthful than the dead sister. It is very likely he will kill Magnolia for us in his greed for energy.”

Sean licked suddenly dry lips. A part of him felt bad for Magnolia, and he swiftly pushed the feeling aside. Magnolia’s death would solve all their problems. With her gone, no one would know who Sean and Fides were, or how to find them. “If she dies, all the spells will be removed from you, right? There will be no way to track us?”

Fides inhaled sharply and didn’t reply. Instead he busied himself and placed TJ among the strewn sheets and comforter on the bed.

“Are the spells off you?” Sean pressed worriedly. “I don’t even know how I was able to let you speak. I could have blasted your throat off, for all the skill I have in this.” Sean’s concern only grew when Fides wouldn’t meet his gaze. He reached out and pressed a hand to his the demon’s shoulder. “Are you in danger? Are we in danger?”

“I don’t know,” Fides finally answered. He kept his head ducked down and his face was obscured by his long dreads of hair. “If Magnolia is dead, the spells should all lift. But I don’t know enough about human magic. The witches use incantations and nonsense words and it’s very different from our power. We know to take the wands from the witches so they can’t be used against us, but that is the extent of most knowledge. We have sent those to discover these secrets, but none have returned.”

Fides lifted his head and turned to meet Sean’s worried gaze. “Many have died. If they are not captured and sold, they are drained for their power and killed. I hoped to change things, but…” he trailed off with a defeated sigh.

Sean thought he might understand. “It’s a one-sided war. You’re not battling an army; you’re battling a bunch of opportunists who see you as a resource to get more power.”

Fides nodded at his insight. “There is no fortress to storm, no organized enemy to defeat. Entire villages of my people are systematically picked apart by a mere handful of these witches. I thought coming here would reveal something, some sort of source to all this madness. I thought…” Sean’s hand slipped into his, and Fides paused to stare down at their entwined fingers. “I did not come here to find you.” His eyes burned over Sean as he tugged him closer and wrapped tail and tendrils around his form. “I’m seeking my lost people. I’m seeking a way to seal my realm from this world. I never thought to find a mate. Certainly not two. Certainly not humans.”

Sean arched as he was pulled closer, and Fides slid hands and tentacles down his body. “Yeah, well, ditto,” he said breathlessly. “Out of all the things I was planning to do today, none of this fell into it.” He bit his lip and smirked. “I couldn’t have ever anticipated someone like you, you annoying little sootball.”

Fides grinned fiercely, surged forward, and kissed Sean’s lips until they were swollen. When he pulled away, Sean could read the want in his eyes, and damn him, he couldn’t help but return it.

“Come, we must prepare.” Instead of throwing him down and fucking him like Sean expected, Fides instead unwound from the press of his flesh and took him by the hand.

“What?” Sean blinked at the uncharacteristic restraint of his demon lover, and then stumbled as he was tugged away from the bed. “Soot, wait.” Sean quickly let his hand go, afraid he was going to tumble and crush the kitten who apparently followed them into the room. “Crap,” Sean muttered as he watched the little gray fluffball daintily pick through the debris on the floor. He didn’t have a litter box. No toys. Damn, no food.

“What are we going to feed you?” he asked down at Ferdinand, who completely ignored Sean to paw distractedly at a crumpled shirt.

Sean huffed and glared as he looked around his ruined room. “Damn it, Soot. Just what the fuck was this all about?” He waved his hand around the mess and turned toward Fides. “You can’t possibly live like this, so don’t you dare bullshit me. No one can live in such a mess. It’s disgusting. And what the hell is that smell?” Sean wrinkled his nose as he got another whiff of the powerful, musky odor wafting from the bed. “Did you seriously piss in here?”

Fides breathed in deep and grinned on his exhale. “Scented. This is our mating place, and all must know.” His eyes blazed with lust as he looked at Sean. “My scent will keep competing mates away to ensure a successful breeding. No demon would dare cross into this space without knowing they face the deadliest of consequences.”

“What, like tripping and smelling gross?” Sean wasn’t impressed as he took in the damage and internally counted the hours of work it would take to clean the place and repair the wall. He couldn’t have TJ living in this mess. He’d break his leg the second he got out of bed. And given a chance, Sean was pretty sure the kitten would think his entire apartment was a litter box if something wasn’t done soon.

Sean’s eyes fell to a flash of dark red, and he reached over and pulled one of his favorite band t-shirts from the pile. He refrained from swearing, and he shrugged out of his shredded shirt and pulled the soft tee over his head. After the bedroom, he still needed to clean the living room, and the huge hole the demon left in the kitchen wall. He’d need a damn construction crew just to keep up with Fides weird kink of breaking everything just to get him angry.

A sparkle lit Fides’s eyes when he turned, and Sean paused, wary to find he was being watched. “It’s my favorite shirt,” Sean warned the longer Fides stared at him. The response was far from encouraging when Fides flashed sharp fangs, and his gaze moved hungrily over Sean’s body.

“Many of my kind cover in red to attract mates.” Fides stepped forward, and something snapped under his foot as he crowded Sean back until he was flush against the closet wall. “Usually, it is in the blood of our enemies.” Fides pressed his face to Sean’s hair and inhaled his scent. “This is still enticing.”

Sean swallowed hard as lips teased along the sensitive flesh of his neck. “Good. I’m not really the bathe in the blood of my enemies type.”

“I’ve noticed. You’re the yell and demand until you get your way type.” Fides grinned against his flesh. “Also extremely enticing.”

Sean couldn’t tell if he was being insulted or seduced. It was hard to think clearly with so much heat flooding him, and Fides’s hard body pressed to his. “You said we needed to prepare for something?” Sean panted out.

“Yes. The den. We must prepare.” Fides sounded just as distracted as him, and his mouth trailed a hot path down to the hollow of Sean’s throat. He suddenly grunted, and his head reared back. Sean blinked at him, and the two of them looked down to find Ferdinand at their feet. The kitten had pounced on Fides’s tail and was gnawing his needle sharp fangs into the whip like appendage.

Sean’s eyes widened, and he went to shoo the kitten away. Fides killed a dragon, and the stupid fluffball didn’t stand a fucking chance.

Fides was faster, and Sean held his breath when the demon’s tail twisted and wrapped around the little kitten. “Don’t hurt him,” Sean insisted. TJ would kill him if anything happened to the fluffy thing.

“Be calm.”

The kitten hissed ferociously when Fides scooped him up. Ferdinand dug claws into Fides’s flesh vengefully when he was placed on his shoulder high above the floor. He clawed and twisted around his perch while Fides grinned and scritched behind his twitching ear. “Baby,” Fides cooed as the kitten pawed at his swaying tentacles.

“That’s not…” Sean stared as Fides insisted on cuddling the kitten, who seemed more interested in sinking fangs into him than anything else. “He’s just a normal cat, not a shapeshifter. Not food,” Sean added nervously. Just what the hell did Fides eat?

Fides didn’t seem particularly upset when one of his tentacles was gnawed on by the little beast. “He’s a baby, and he needs space.” Fides looked around the bedroom and pointed to the wall he broke when last there. “The walls must come down.”

Sean was still trying to process whatever bizarre friendship was happening between Fides and the kitten. The prickly thing seemed almost happy to be on the demon’s shoulder. “What?” Sean shook his head as Fides’s words sank in. “No way in fuck. Soot, people live here. I live here. You can’t just go knocking walls down.”

Fides raised an eyebrow and walked over to the wall that connected to the guest room. Sean groaned into his palm when the demon slammed his fist against the wall and made a second large hole in the drywall.

He really needed to stop telling Fides what he could and couldn’t do. Every single time, the demon was quick to show how easy it was. “What the fuck, man? Why do you hate my apartment?” Sean snapped in frustration. He couldn’t afford any of this.

Fides tore his hand down, and the wall pulled apart in dusty clumps. “It’s unsuitable for our needs,” he said simply. “We need far more space. I want the entire floor, perhaps the complete building for defensive purposes.”

“Soot, no! There are families here. You can’t just kick them out of their homes. Damn it, and stop putting holes in the wall!” Sean stalked over, only to yelp when his foot slipped on the mess. His knee buckled, and he fell straight down to the floor. “Fucker.”

Sean blinked up to find Fides staring down at him with a concerned expression.

“I have decided. I’m claiming this building.”

Sean fought his stupor and glowered. “I think I liked you better when you were silent, you arrogant ass.”

“I fear for your safety.” Fides wrapped his tail around Sean’s torso and lifted him to his feet. “The transformation can be trying, and I don’t want you to be harmed.”

Sean’s face went red. “I’m not some weak…”

“You aren’t human anymore,” Fides continued more seriously. “The both of you will no longer be welcome by your people.”

Sean’s breath left him in a rush. “That… that’s not an excuse to kick so many people from their homes.”

“And if you become crazed with the mating fever?” Fides tugged him closer and ran his thumb along Sean’s pointed ear. “If your uncontrollable magic decides to flare out and strike the nearest weak human? What if you become murderous to even scent a stranger near your mate? You don’t know the many things your transformation may bring. You don’t know how to protect yourself right now, but I do.”

“I…” Sean didn’t know. He hadn’t had a moment to think of the consequences to everything that happened the last few days. He barely had time to think at all. He wasn’t human anymore. He was an accomplice to the murder of Divia, and possibly Magnolia if she ended up dead, and he might be on the hit list of a witch he didn’t even know the name of.

Sean pulled away, and his gaze fell to where TJ was asleep on the bed. “Wouldn’t it be better to move us instead? We should find someplace safe.”

“No,” Fides grunted. “The witch’s things are here.”

Sean turned back, surprised by the answer. “Why do we need…?” Fides’s stubborn expression gave him pause, and Sean fell silent. He really didn’t know anything about what Magnolia had done to the demon, or what Fides wanted in terms of revenge. The witches had hunted the demons down. Sean hadn’t just been mated, he had ended up in the middle of some sort of war between a bunch of crazy witches and terribly violent demons.

“Okay. Do what you want,” Sean said heavily. “Just… Just promise me you’ll keep TJ safe. That’s all I care about.”

Fides’s violet eyes seemed to burn as he stared at Sean silently for a moment. “You are my mates. I would die for you.”

Sean swallowed hard. The intensity of Fides’s statement had the hair prickling on his skin, and he was certain the demon meant it. “Yeah, but maybe you could just, you know, live and keep us all from dying?” he offered wryly.

Fides’s lips twitched into a smile. “If that’s what you wish.” Without another word, he turned back to the wall and slashed claws down.

“Soot!” Sean yelped. “Destroy other rooms. Leave my place out of this!”

Fides turned back with his hair coiled gently around Ferdinand to keep him from falling from his shoulder. “What? We need more room for the baby. Much more.”

Sean just stared, at a loss. “The kitten? He’s not a baby. Not, well, really.” Ferdinand was a baby cat, in a squashed nose, prickly way. Sean wasn’t actually sure how much room the little fluffball needed.

“No, the baby,” Fides stressed. He tilted his head as he looked at Ferdinand and then back to Sean. “Perhaps two. I wasn’t expecting two mates. The transformation process usually results in a child.”

“W-What?” Sean sputtered. There was no way he heard that right. “What the fuck does that mean? You do realize I’m a man, right? TJ and I are men, Soot!”

Fides merely shrugged while Sean flustered for something to say. “I’m a demon prince, my pet. Such things usually don’t keep me from getting what I want.”

“Prince? You’re a fucking prince? What?!” Sean fumbled, and his hands shook as he sought something to lean on. He wasn’t hearing this. None of this made sense. “Are you fucking with me, right now?” he demanded. He was mated to a prince? He was mated to a prince who thought he was going to bear his child? What the fuck was happening?

Fides’s eyes glowed twin flames as he placed the kitten on the floor. He crossed the short distance and pulled Sean into his arms. “I can fuck you. I’m always happy to fuck you.”

Sean jolted as he was pushed up against the wall, and Fides kissed down his neck hungrily. “Soot, I’m serious. I can’t handle anymore insanity.”

“Not being inside you makes me insane,” Fides insisted as he pushed Sean’s shirt up his chest and twisted his nipples roughly. “Come, we will mate now and fix the den after. We will need spears and debris in the halls to keep from being surprised by any who step into the den. We will create a perimeter around these two rooms to secure the mating and birthing area. We’ll then need another layer of traps around the perimeter of the apartment, and then the floor itself. The windows will need fortifying, but I have a magic for that.”

Fides pulled away to grin down appreciatively at Sean’s hands. “My magic is not like yours. You have human magic, and it’s very powerful. It will be a great addition to protecting our family in this strange realm. You will know more about your customs, about the dangers. Together we have everything we need to keep our family safe.”

“Soot… I’m a man.” Sean’s brows twisted the longer Fides stared at him. “I can’t have babies. We don’t…” He couldn’t believe he was even having this conversation. “I’m a man,” Sean repeated, unable to find anything else that would make sense while surrounded by such insanity.

“I find your shape pleasing, whatever it may be,” Fides assured him, as if Sean were revealing an insecurity instead of a blatant reality that he was male and couldn’t bear a child. Sean thought to protest, but there just didn’t seem much point. Fides would discover it eventually. His apartment would be destroyed, likely the police would be involved once the demon started kicking people out of the building, and maybe then, finally, Fides would see reason.

Sean’s shoulder’s slumped and he grabbed Fides’s hand. “Just remember your promise, okay? No matter what happens, we take care of him.”

Fides leaned forward and licked his tongue along Sean’s lips. “We will be together forever. I shall protect us all.”

“Okay,” Sean panted out. “And this prince thing? What exactly does…?” It was impossible to think straight with Fides trying to twist his nipples sore. Sean groaned when his mouth was pried open by a tentacle, and Fides’s tongue plunged in to stroke the hot cavity. His cock rubbed against Sean, free from his skintight clothing and dripping with precum. He was already rock hard, and Sean shuddered in white hot lust despite his frustration.

“Damn it, we’ve been over this. Don’t pull your dick out when you’re kissing me.” Sean went to push him away. “Soot, I need some damn answers already. All we do is fuck, and there is so much I don’t understand.”

“If you knew how perfect you feel when you take my dicks, you’d understand my dilemma,” Fides growled shamelessly as he humped against Sean’s pinned form. “Each time we mate, I’m reshaping you, making you mine. I want my cock to mark you on the inside of that tight, perky ass of yours.” His hand slapped down on the side of his ass, and Sean cried out from the hot sting. “I have so much for you. A starving slut like you needs all the cock and cum you can get.”

“Hell.” Sean’s head fell back against the wall and his lips parted to take the four fingers Fides thrust into his mouth. He moaned heatedly around the digits as tentacles wrapped around his chest, neck, and hips, and his pants were pushed down his thighs and off his legs. It was a squirming wave of heat and friction as his erection was encased in firm coils and his cheeks spread open by the multiple tentacle tips. A thick one pressed against his pucker, and Sean jerked and jolted when he realized Fides had plumped up his tail into a thick, dripping cock while they’d been talking.

Seriously, the demon was a damn deviant.

Fides groaned as he pressed against Sean’s entrance and fluid smeared the sore flesh. Sean’s soft gasps grew in intensity as tentacles teased at his flesh as well. “That’s it. Show your master how you take everything I gift you.”

Sean’s tongue stilled from where he was licking Fides’s fingertips. His eyes cracked open and glowed green in the dim light of the bedroom as he pulled his head away. “Master?”

Fides was unapologetic as he palmed over Sean’s ass cheek and spread him wider. “You are still a mere human, pet.” He licked Sean’s lips and teased along his tongue. “Humans are so backwards, weak, and easily corrupted. We have been at war with your witches for many centuries. It is difficult to let some things go.”

Sean reached down, his hand held determinedly between the press of their bodies while he mulled. “Am I your mate, or am I your slave? Do you think you own me?” he asked. Sean was half afraid of the answer. It wasn’t like he ever had an opportunity to talk to Fides about what all this fucking meant to the demon.

Fides chuckled at the serious expression Sean was wearing. Sean’s glare did nothing to dim his wicked smirk. “My pet, you are well aware I own you.”

Sean flushed, slammed his hands on Fides’s chest, and pushed him back. The demon, as usual, refused to budge. “You crazy, son-of-a-bitch! No one owns me!”

“I own your body, including that nasty tongue of yours,” Fides continued evenly, and his eyes sparkled in the face of Sean’s rage. “I own your dick and every drop of seed it releases. I own your sweet, clenching hole.” He palmed up Sean’s chest firmly and rubbed over one of his aching buds. “I own your cries, your yells, and every whimper and tremble and gasp you make.”

Sean groaned and grasped the tail that was again trying to push between his cheeks. He was only more pissed off by how hot he was getting. This shouldn’t turn him on. Fides thinking he was actually his sex thrall was messed up. “Damn it, Soot, I’m serious. I’m not a fucking pet. I’m a person.”

Fides grin slipped away, and his expression grew serious as he stared down into Sean’s angry green eyes. “You are my mate, and I am your master. I have made you in my image, and if I wish for you to be my pet, then you are my pet.” He pressed a slow kiss to Sean’s grimace. “Right now, I wish for you to shudder in release and make those cries of yours I enjoy.”

Sean growled furiously. “I am not your… Ah. Ah, fuck.” Sean fell silent with a gasp as Fides thrust his tail forward and it pushed into his already stretched hole. The cum that hadn’t been cleaned free leaked down and coated the shaft and long tail. “Damn it. This is not the proper way of things,” Sean muttered. He couldn’t focus, and his head fell back as pleasure hit him in overwhelming waves, and Fides’s cock slid in deeper.

Hell, he wanted it. He always wanted it when Fides touched him, and nothing else fucking mattered when he was buried deep inside him. Sean gave in and rocked, trying to get Fides deeper inside him. He needed to feel him along every inch of his channel.

“That’s it. I know what you need, pet.” Fides lifted Sean up into his arms, pulled his shaking limbs around him, and carried him to the bed. Sean barely noticed they were moving, his focus consumed by the tail fucking deep inside his hole while tentacles wriggled, pulsed, and slender tips began to probe at his filled entrance and push inside.

“Oh fuck… oh. Oh!” Sean cried out. He buried his face against Fides’s neck as tentacles suddenly plunged into him. The tendrils sought out his prostate and assaulted it with tormenting touches. “I can’t. I… I… Soot.” Sean’s claws tore into Fides’s flesh, and his back arched as tears streaked hot down his cheeks. It was good, so good, and way too much. Slick thrusts took his hole, wet with all the cum Fides left in him and the fresh spurts of fluid. It was a twisting, wiggling knot of flesh Sean couldn’t comprehend as he was taken completely, and lost to the overwhelm of being filled.

Sean couldn’t understand how he could keep getting off, but his orgasm was already approaching. Not human. He really wasn’t human anymore.

Sean cried out as his body jerked and he came. His cum splattered between his and Fides’s hard bodies. Sean shook uncontrollably, and his limbs trembled as Fides placed him down on the bed and pinned him in place with his tentacles. Violet eyes burned into his as the thick cock inside his passage began to thrust in earnest as it sought release. Sean moaned weakly, his face flushed and body trembling as his hole was taken relentlessly.

“Do you feel it? Your body changes shape, welcomes every inch of me,” Fides rumbled breathlessly as he watched Sean squirm and take his tail cock. “You are my mate. You are meant for this.”

Sean didn’t want to agree, no matter how good Fides felt inside him. He held his breath, and bit back a fresh cry when he felt Fides’s cock swell and pulse inside him. It was so much. He kept filling him with so much of his cum, Sean wasn’t sure if he wasn’t made of it by now.

Fides groaned and sank down, careful not to crush Sean or TJ as he stretched out on the bed and caught his breath. Fides tail continued to plunge slowly into his aching hole, and his tentacles, although looser, refused to release Sean completely as they caressed his sweat covered body.

“Do you think I cannot sense your desire?” Fides murmured as he pressed his mouth to Sean’s ear. “Your body cannot lie to me. You know you are meant for this, the same way I am meant to spill all my seed when you touch me. We belong together, my mate. One soul in two bodies. Three,” he amended as his gaze flickered to where TJ slept beside them. “Together we are one.”

Sean glared half heartedly as he waited for the room to stop spinning. “I’m not calling you master,” he finally muttered. Fides could think whatever the fuck he wanted, but Sean had no intention of being a sex thrall. He wasn’t owned. He wasn’t.

“It’s enough your body knows who you belong to,” Fides rumbled agreeably as he kissed the corner of Sean’s lips. “You respond to my touch, my gaze, my voice. Even now, your heart races to feel my against your skin.”

Sean huffed. The answer was beyond annoying, partially because it was true. His body was a total slut for Fides, and it was impossible to deny it when wrapped up in his tentacles and feeling those slender tips explore his flesh.

Sean sighed as Fides pulled him into his embrace, and he hooked his knee over the demon’s thigh. “You sure I’m not just hard for him?” Sean said a little spitefully as his eyes fell on TJ.

Fides tilted his head, and a tentacle cupped Sean’s face to guide him back to his gaze. “If you are, that too is also mine. He is a gift from me to you. Now everything you feel for him will also be in gratitude for what I have given you.”

The devious fucker. Sean shook his head and laughed incredulously. “You’re out of your mind.”

“If I am, then I am your mad prince, and you must follow me into the same wild decent. I order it,” Fides murmured against Sean’s lips as he kissed him deeply. “You are mine. My mate. My love. I will kill for you. Fight for you. I will slay any who dare try to separate us. You will always be mine.”

It was possessive and insane, and everything Sean needed to hear. He moaned and tangled his fingers into Fides’s hair as he pulled him closer and opened to his tongue. “I’m not calling you prince, either,” he insisted between hungry kisses.

“You’re infuriating,” Fides growled and plundered Sean’s mouth relentlessly as if he could somehow convince him. His tail gave a twitch in his channel, and Sean gasped and glared that the demon would play so unfair. Sean swiftly twisted his hands into Fides’s tentacled hair and wrenched his head back.

“You’re mine just as much as I’m yours,” Sean insisted breathlessly. “If you know that you own me, then I know the same. You’re my sex thrall, you total perv.”

Fides’s violet eyes glared down at him, and his lips parted in pleasure when Sean pulled his hair tighter. “If that is what you want of me. I will give my mates whatever they need.”

“Then I guess we have an agreement.” Sean released his hold and cupped Fides’s face. The demon was beautiful, and he felt his chest clench painfully as he stared at his features. Sean leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Fides’s lips. “My prince.”

Fides’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed to have won. “My love.” Fides surged down and hungrily kissed his chin and throat while Sean laughed huskily. TJ, oblivious to it all, slept peacefully beside them.

Sean may have already lost himself in a wild decent of madness, and he didn’t fucking care. He had everything he wanted, and he wasn’t going to let anyone take it from him. TJ was his, Fides was his, and even that prickly fluffball was his. So what if an entire building of people had to move? Sean had his perfectly wonderful riffraff family, and he was done losing.

Now, he just had to convince TJ. Really, what was the point of magic if you couldn’t have everything you want?

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A block, and Sean shows mercy when it’s clear TJ is freezing. It’s not fun for Sean when TJ might actually suffer. Pulls him close as TJ shakes, murmuring in his ear, kissing, touching. Reminding him Fides is back from his search of Magnolia’s old place. First concrete look Fides is looking for something that’s involved with his demon realm that Magnolia took from him.


Damn it, Sean. TJ whimpers, his gaze straight on the ground as he shivers. Stop being such a psycho.

Baby, there is nothing psycho about wanting to see your hot, sexy self kneeling at my feet. Show me you’re sorry, and I’ll take you home.

Damn you. Fucking damn you. He wavers but he can’t seem to bring himself to kneel.

Sean grabs him by the chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. I’ll take you home and we can be warm, together, cuddled up. Isn’t that what you really want? TJ nods silently and Sean smiles. Come on, baby. I’ll teleport us home.

Groaning, TJ slowly lowers himself to the pavement, his head down, face and shoulders flushed.

Sean licks his lips, feeling half drunk with seeing TJ like this. Lower, baby. Kiss the floor.

You’re such an ass, TJ mutters. Sean caresses his face, forcing him to look up. There are tears in TJ’s eyes, but he’s also hard again, the cold weather and circumstances doing nothing to stop how hard he was getting from this.

I know, baby. I’m a demon just for you. Sean pushes on TJ’s shoulder. Kiss it. Lick it. I want those gorgeous lips of yours making out with the concrete, and then I’ll take you home.

Please, Sean. Don’t fuck me out here.

Sean fights a rush of fire, hearing want, a desperate plea of the exact opposite in TJ’s words. Baby, the longer we’re out here, the less likely I’m going to be able to stop myself. He pulls TJ by the nape down to his crotch, rubbing his bulge against his face. It’s your decision. Suck the pavement or I can’t be responsible for what I’m going to do to you.

Fuck. TJ groans, the vibration going through Sean’s cock. He slides down, panting against Sean’s legs, face pressing to his shoes a moment as he tried to catch ahold of himself. Sean can see the strange ridges along TJ’s shoulder blades. Fides was certain he was going to grow wings and maybe a tail. It was rare among thralls, but then, so was gaining the huge amounts of magic Sean had from his transformation. Maybe because they’d been mated to a demon prince. He wasn’t sure and he didn’t really care. TJ could sprout fifty tails and still be everything he wants.

Sean feels his control slipping when TJ doesn’t move but instead parts his lips and licks his tongue out over his shoe. The beautiful bastard was trying to drive him crazy. TJ, Sean warns, his voice breathless. I said the ground. TJ doesn’t seem to hear him, his tongue coating wet all along the toe of Sean’s shoe and moving up the side, his face turned, ear resting on the ground as TJ stroked long, wet touches to the leather.

Sean didn’t know if TJ was trying to win this battle too or was just too fucked out of his head to realize what he was doing. Sean couldn’t care enough to ask. He bent down and hauled TJ to his feet, held him by the nape as he swayed, and kissed him fiercely. We’re going home. Now. His magic flashed out in a wave of green light and shadows quickly engulfed them, erasing them from the world in a dark swallow.

Hellcat 22


Sean stared unseeing at Divia’s lifeless body as his brain tried to catch up. Dead. She was dead. She was dead and he was about to throw himself off a fucking building.

The air rushed back into him, and Sean heaved as he realized he wasn’t breathing. “Soot, you came back. You… How did you find me? How did you know I’d…?” Tears stung his eyes, and Sean fought to keep his focus as he was hit with an overwhelm of emotion. Soot came back. He was pissed about the TJ thing, but he still came back. Soot tracked him down in this huge city, faced a building of witches and… and…

Dear fuck, he just nearly died.

Sean started shaking and he grasped to the side, but there was nothing to grab onto when his knees abruptly gave out. Just as surely as Soot was feet away, he was suddenly beside him. He crouched down, and Sean was quick to slide into his arms and breathe his unique scent in. He would have been dead. If Soot hadn’t showed up and taken Divia out, he would have been dead.

Lips pressed to his cheek, and Sean jolted. “I think I’m growing horns. Horns,” he babbled as he gripped Soot’s arm. “She was going to kill me because I might grow horns. Because I have fangs. Why? Why would that be a reason to kill anyone? My fuck, you destroyed my apartment, and I still don’t want to kill you. Maybe I should. Maybe I’m weird. I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. My head…”

Sean groaned and pressed his face to Soot’s chest. His head was pounding, and he was impossibly dizzy. It was like everything that happened since the explosion hit him all at once, and it was overwhelming his senses. Sean reeled as his battered brain tried to make sense of it all. Soot’s fingers gently brushed a spot two inches above Sean’s eyebrow and soothed the skin stretched over the protruding black bone. Sean sighed and closed his eyes, with his nose pressed warm to Soot’s flesh.

Soot changed him so they could be together. Sean wasn’t angry about it, not anymore. Not after Divia. His anger was directed inward, along with a shit ton of guilt. He started this trip planning on throwing Soot into the lap of a psycho like Divia even though he first met the demon in a witch’s cage. Sean was a monster well before he grew horns.

“I’m sorry,” Sean whispered as he pulled his head up. “I’m sorry I made you come here. I’m so glad you fucking did, don’t get me wrong. But I’m sorry you came into this place to save me. These witches are insane. They kill each other. They kill demons—or, at least, people changed by demons. They put demons in cages.” Sean breathed out unsteadily as his chest twisted painfully. He just kept fucking up.

“I am so sorry, Soot. I never should have agreed to come here. Magnolia fucked herself, and I stupidly chased after her to try and save what was already lost.” His business was ruined the moment Magnolia showed, and Sean just didn’t want to accept it. Maybe if he had, if he just started looking for a new apartment, none of this would have happened.

Soot’s eyes gleamed, and his eyebrows quirked in an expression full of the obvious. A hysterical laugh bubbled out of Sean, and he wrapped his arms around Soot’s neck and pulled closer. “Shit, I’m so crazy, I make you look sane.” Sean’s smile wavered as he stared into Soot’s beautiful, violet eyes. “You saved my fucking life.”

Soot’s touch was gentle as his fingers combed into Sean’s hair. His thumb curled around his ear and grazed over the new point. Sean’s blood felt like it was roaring in his veins when violet eyes drifted to his parted lips. This. This was what he’d been missing. Every time Soot came close, Sean couldn’t help but feel it like an invisible cord around his heart. Damn it, he seriously fell for a demon.

Sean pushed to his knees and surged up. He needed to remember how Soot tasted, how he felt, to know he was real. Soot huffed in surprise when Sean’s lips sealed over his, and his tongue pushed into his mouth. He was quick to pull Sean closer, wrap him tight in his arms, and kiss him back just as consumingly.

“Don’t you dare take off like that again, idiot,” Sean said huskily between kisses. “I say stupid shit. I always say stupid shit. If you leave, I can’t tell you I’m sorry for being stupid, and it makes everything worse.” Sean pulled back with a groan and stared into Soot’s eyes. Damn, he felt crazy, and all he wanted to do was wrap himself up in Soot’s arms and never leave. “Let’s go home. Let’s get the fuck out of this crazy place and go home.”

Soot’s smile was breathtaking, and Sean knew he finally said the right thing. There were still things to figure out, but he would. They would. As long as Soot didn’t run off, they could figure shit out.

Soot snagged him by the chin and guided his lips back to his. Sean melted forward and opened readily to Soot’s claiming kiss. It was perfect, everything a kiss should be. Sean groaned when Soot pulled back and dipped his wide tongue into his mouth, and licked and stroked into him in all the dirty ways only he did. Sean was willing to admit it might have made Soot’s kisses extra perfect, and his dick hardened in response as Soot plundered his mouth until his lips were red and swollen.

Something rumbled out in the darkness of the fast approaching night. “Wait,” Sean gasped and pressed a hand to Soot’s chest. He tried to quiet his breathing as he turned his head toward the open door that led out onto the balcony at the top of the building. He squinted, but he couldn’t find the dragon he was certain was out there.

Sean didn’t want to be caught by the witch’s pet when Divia’s body was barely cold. It was a sharp reminder of just how unsafe they really were. There was still a building of witches below them, and gargoyle and dragon security waited outside. Anyone could show up and decide to punish them for Divia’s demise.

There was a loud huff, followed by a low pitched call Sean had heard only once before when Magnolia was being carted off by the giant wyvern. He glared out into the night warily. “Soot, is that thing going to…?” The breath exploded from Sean in a rush when his eyes fell to the tiled floor directly in front of the balcony door. “What? Who?”

But Sean knew, and his heart stuttered. He could tell even at the distance, even with the body collapsed and crumpled on the floor. It was the same hair, the same build, the same lime-green work shirt with Lola’s Animal Shelter logo blazoned on the back. Still, it didn’t feel real, not until Sean saw the little gray puff of a kitten skittering in circles next to TJ’s fallen form.

Sean struggled to his feet with all the color drained from his face. “What have you done?” He couldn’t tell if TJ was breathing, and he was shaking too much to get his legs to move so he could see.

This was his fault. He admitted to Soot he loved TJ, and in a fit of rage, his demon lover killed him. Soot hadn’t come there to save him; he came there to gloat that he killed his best friend.

“Oh, fuck. Holy fuck.” Sean couldn’t breathe. His lungs felt like stone and his vision wavered. “TJ. You killed TJ.”

Soot, who was watching Sean shake apart, rolled his eyes and pushed himself up to his feet. He stalked over to where TJ was lying on the floor, and he flicked his tail out. It cracked loudly as it struck TJ’s face, and TJ jerked, groaned, and fumbled disorientedly at the stinging spot. His movements stilled again, but TJ’s chest continued to rise with even breaths.

With a disgruntled huff, Soot returned with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes fixed on Sean’s ever changing expression.

“I don’t understand,” Sean finally managed to get out once he was certain TJ was alive. How long was that going to be allowed to be? Soot came in there and killed Divia in an instant, and it was hard to think TJ wouldn’t go the same way.

Sean took a deep breath and dragged his gaze from TJ’s fallen form. It was a struggle to meet the demon’s eyes while so many fears swirled in his head. “Soot, why is he here? Why did you…? Why?” Sean threw his hands up in exasperation, at a loss of how to even describe what was going through his mind.

“Was TJ waiting at the apartment?” Sean tried. He wanted to give Soot the benefit of the doubt, even as his brain was painting a totally different picture. “Did you find him at my place, and he helped you find me? Why would you need a kitten? I don’t understand.” TJ wasn’t wounded, not that Sean could see, but for how long? Soot left that alley simmering in anger, and now here was TJ barely conscious in a heap. All this after Soot went giant killer cat because of Blake…

Fuck, what was he honestly supposed to think?

Soot’s wings unfurled and furled in a twitch of agitation the longer Sean stared at him expectantly. He growled as he crossed the distance, and grabbed both of Sean’s hands to pull him close. Sean held his breath. His anxiety was making his heart race as Soot leaned down and gently traced the tip of his tongue along his lips.

“Don’t take him from me,” Sean whispered, his throat tight with threatening tears. Soot scowled, grabbed him by the nape, and crushed their lips together. Sean whimpered and gasped into the hungry kiss. Soot pushed him back, and Divia’s desk bit into the back of Sean’s thighs as claws tore through his shirt. Sean moaned and was unable to stop from arching into the hot hands running possessively over his torso. His head tilted back as Soot licked and nipped at his throat in claiming touches.

Sean reached shakily for Soot’s horn and gripping hard until the demon stilled his desperate kisses and looked up. “Please, Soot. Whatever it is you want from me, you can have it. You have fucking won me. Just, please, don’t hurt him.”

Torment flashed in Soot’s eyes, and he pulled away with his tail slashing the air. He glared around the room until Soot fixed his gaze to the side where the stone dais rested. A growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped over Divia’s fallen body and stalked to where Magnolia was struggling with the metal bonds on her wrists and ankles chaining her in place. Soot leaned over the trapped witch and roared down into her face, the sound just as intimidating and fierce as when in panther form.

“Get away!” Magnolia’s bracelets clamored as she shrieked. Her voice had regained its volume now Divia was dead, something she chose not to reveal until faced with the demon who killed the other witch. “If you so much as touch me, I will wring your neck, you foul beast! Back! Back!”

Sean jumped, his eyes wide. Shit, was Soot going to kill Magnolia too? “Wait. Everyone just calm the fuck down!”

Sean pushed off the desk, and stumbled and nearly fall when his shoe tangled in Divia’s hair. Ugh, gross. So gross. He shuddered from the feel of death clawing around his ankle. Sean shook free and hurried forward, his shredded shirt tickling around his torso. “Let’s just talk about this like rational people.”

Soot, who was snarling down in Magnolia’s face, snapped his gaze to Sean and scowled. Sean shrugged as his face flushed. “Uh, let me rephrase that. Don’t kill her. Just calm down for…”

“I will skin your hide and use your pelt for a rug! I will find every one of your kind and…” Magnolia’s squawks were cut off when Soot smacked his palm over the witch’s mouth and growled down while glaring into her eyes.

“What? What the hell is it?” Sean pushed forward and grabbed Soot’s wrist to try to pull him away. He wasn’t sure if he could handle anymore death. He sure as fuck couldn’t handle seeing Soot being at the center of a killing spree. “Whatever the fuck she did, she lost and you’ve won. You’re out of the cage. You’re free. Let’s just go home.”

Soot snarled but let Sean move his hand. “Good. Good, thank you. Just cool off, and then we can talk about… Aw, fuck, about TJ.” Sean sighed heavily. Fuck, was this his life, now? Killer witches, a jealous demon boyfriend, and messes that he was supposed to clean? Crap.

Sean looked around as he wondered just how he was going to get Magnolia free from the dais. He was expecting fear, maybe some gratitude as he turned to the witch. Nothing prepared Sean to find Magnolia grinning mean-spiritedly at Soot.

“You’ll never get it back if I’m killed,” Magnolia said smugly. “I don’t care how few legs you learn to stand on. You’re still just another soulless demon with less brains than a tree stump.”

Soot’s growl tore through the air, and his gaze turned murderous. His body rippled like a reflection in a pool, and sleek, black spikes pressed out of his flesh. Thin blades with razor sharp edges jutted from him at all angles and glittered in the artificial light with vicious intent. One touch would leave a person sliced and bloody. Sean took a step back, his heart caught in his throat as he watched Soot become jagged and deadly in the matter of moments.

Magnolia laughed. The sound bordered on hysterical in the face of Soot’s transformation. “That’s it. Kill me if you have the balls, demon. I win even if I die here tonight. Just how will you claw to the top of your pitiful little kingdom without…?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Sean pushed forward and slammed his hands down on either side of Magnolia’s face. “He just saved your life. We both risked everything to save you. Just shut your stupid face, and stop making people want to kill you!” Sean was shaking, he was so upset. TJ was… TJ was lying on the damn floor, he had no fucking clue why Soot brought him there, and Magnolia couldn’t muster even one fucking thank you for saving her life. The world was going insane, and he couldn’t handle it anymore.

Sean pushed himself away with a dark mutter. “What am I doing? Why the fuck am I getting involved in this? You know what? You’re the fucking dumbass who hunted down a demon and locked him in a cage. You deserve everything you get.” Sean turned to where TJ was lying on the floor. He had all intentions of dragging his friend’s ass through the entire building and city just to get the fuck away from Magnolia, Mystic Highrise, and Soot’s killer rage. He was done. He had horns, and he was done for the day.

Sean was halfway to his destination when his footsteps stalled. The gray kitten had suddenly stopped playing with one of the glittering rubies scattered on the floor from Divia’s fall. No, it was pointed at the balcony door, and was hissing with as much energy as the little fluffball could muster. Dread coiled in Sean’s gut as he stared out into the darkness and felt something stare back.

“Soot?” Sean called, but his voice was too hoarse to travel far. He couldn’t turn his head away, not when he finally saw movement out in the night. Light caught and refracted off of dark scales as the wyvern slunk onto the balcony. As it approached the door and the light within, its ruined features became clear. The left side of its face was brutalized. It was missing an eye, a horn was torn from its flesh, and the skull was exposed beneath among the bloody mess.

Fuck. Sean inhaled sharply as he stared at the battle wounded creature. He had a fair guess Soot must have come in through the balcony and met the dragon before he took out Divia.

A taloned foot stepped through the door, and the dragon’s head and neck ghosted into the building. Black blood gushed down its features and splattered to the floor. It turned its massive head, and the dragon’s one remaining eye of yellow and orange glared right at Sean. The primal, reptilian intelligence in its gaze set the hair on Sean’s body standing on end and his knees went weak.

Sean must have moved, maybe whimpered with the fear filling him. The dragon reared up and opened its mouth to reveal hundreds of sharp, finger-sized fangs as it shrieked in rage. Its breath was hot even at the distance, and full of the putrid stench of rotting flesh.

Sean felt like he was at his apartment door once again as he watched the wyvern take shuffling steps to tower over TJ’s fallen form. There was no way forward, no way to move, to breathe, to do anything. Sean could only watch, helpless to the fact he was about to lose the love of his life.

Hellcat 21


Sean watched the numbers on the elevator as it climbed and took him with it. Once he hit the fiftieth floor, the numbers stopped counting, but the elevator kept moving. Fuck. Wherever he was being sent, there would be no help able to reach him. There wasn’t even a damn floor number for where he was going.

His thoughts weren’t helping him at all. Sure, he was freaked out and wondering if he was being sent to his death, but Sean was embarrassed to admit he was really just thinking about Soot. He was pissed with the demon, he seriously was, but he really wished he was there. Not just because Soot could turn into a giant panther and slash the fuck out of anyone that might get in the way. No, Sean was aching from head to toe, wishing Soot was there so they could fuck.

Damn him. Damn that demon for breaking him. He was totally going to die, and all he could think about was dick. Damn that sootball.

The elevator chimed as it opened up into a huge, spacious area decorated in what Sean suspected was far more opulence than the size of the room could properly convey. It had to be the entire top floor of the damn building. The only solid wall was the one behind him, and that was restricted to a few feet on each side to contain the elevator. Everything else was shiny black tiled floor and a sea of windows that looked out onto the dark, sparkling city. Sean hesitated on the threshold, and silently wondered if he waited, would the elevator send him back down to the ground floor where he could then quietly escape when no one was looking.

The hot receptionist guy didn’t look that tough. Pissy, but probably not the type to take a punch well.

“Fucking… I’m going to fucking destroy you!”

Sean jumped as a shrill, female voice reverberated through the otherwise silent space. It echoed with nothing to contain it. The lights dimmed, buzzed, and flared a brilliant blue before they returned to normal. Sean edged a step from the elevator when it whirred from the jolt of energy. This was definitely not a safe place to be during a magical current storm. He was not in a rush to discover the witch powerful enough to effect a completely buffered building.

“Hello?” Sean called nervously. His voice, although it echoed around him, was muffled before it got far. The large, empty room swallowed it up along with all the other sounds he made from rustling of clothing to quick breaths. Sean swallowed hard and tried to makes sense of the place. The last thing he wanted to do was run into that damn dragon. Wherever he was going, it was not near the windows.

He looked around, but it was hard to focus on anything. The dazzle of the lights against the night sky outside drew his eye no matter which direction he looked. There was little furniture that he could tell in the space, and the lights, set dim, kept pulsing blue every time another angry curse filtered to his ears. With his heart tight in his throat, Sean turned toward the angry sounds and headed in that direction.

Sean followed along a thin, elegant carpet decorated in elaborate scrolls and twists of patterns. If he looked down and observed it, he would have seen the images of mythical beings dancing in slow motion, but Sean didn’t dare look down. His eyes darted left and right as he tried to recognize something or anyone that would mean help or danger among the low rectangular couches, sleek tables of polished wood decorated with minimalistic flower displays, and gleaming floors. His ears strained to catch any signs of life, specifically the hot breathing of a dragon or something just as deadly.

This was not a place he wanted to be. The cold beauty and clean design did nothing to set his nerves at ease. He felt like a child in an expensive shop where moving an inch would result in things breaking and him grounded. Each step Sean took was swallowed up by the heavy air scented with perfume. He didn’t need the flickering lights tinted blue to know magic was done in this place. Magic was all around him, a curtain that sent shivers down his spine and haunted his path. Worse were the windows. They taunted him with the pitch black outside, where the warmth of the sunset was now just a cold black.

It would be smarter to turn back. He should turn back. He had nothing to protect him. No wand or Jamie just a call away. Hell, he didn’t even have tools to actually do any tech work. Magnolia was probably already dragon food, and he should get the hell out before he ended up the same.

“Blasted! Control-Alt-Delete, my ass!” The lights flared angrily, and Sean stopped short when he saw something bright move on the other side of a desk directly ahead of him. He hadn’t realized it until that moment, but he had reached the far side of the building. The carpet he was following ended a few feet ahead, and the tile of the floor flared out in a large, wide circle that met the far side wall of windows which were rounded to follow the curve.

The air was different here. Sean’s eyes drifted to the dark windows where the city lights glowed neon and glittered on the other side of the glass. To the right was a balcony door. It was currently wide open to the chill air, which breezed in and ruffled the golden locks of the woman slamming her keyboard down on her sleek, glass-top desk.

Sean had seen this before with less magically inclined individuals, and he fought the natural impulse to chuckle. People did not enjoy being laughed at when frustrated, no matter how funny it was to watch them fall apart over what would ultimately be something fixable. He also didn’t want to be caught laughing at this particular woman. Divia was intimidating, and that wasn’t even because of her sparking magic, which was clearly growing more out of control with her anger.

Already naturally tall, Divia stood in razor sharp heels that made her more so. She was slender with thin limbs, like a skeletal clawed bird with bright red talons that matched her scarlet lipstick. Her beauty was overwhelming, breathtaking, and possibly magically enhanced. Her eyeshadow gleamed and made her blue eyes appear like endless voids of sky. She was dressed in a silver and crimson top that clung to every sharp angle and sleek curve, and helped to make her look like a bleeding metallic beast with her thin legs wrapped in sliver leather pants and calve high boots of the same color. Her golden hair was swept up into a metallic crown of wicked looking horns.

The longer Sean stared at Divia’s hairpiece, the more he was certain it was made from a ribcage. She was wearing platinum plated pieces of ribcage as a fashion statement, while her gleaming locks curled and twisted like vines of gold and dime sized rubies glistened like drops of blood in her hair.

Sean wasn’t sure if he moved or made a noise. Divia’s piercing eyes suddenly rose to meet his, and Sean’s knees refused to unlock even though he knew he needed to run as quick as possible to escape. The witch was furious, and her dead-eyed stare of blazing blue promised pain, if not immediate death for him daring to exist

“Yes?” Divia’s voice was too low and sultry to be anything but a threat. It took Sean a minute to realize she was talking into a headset. Her clawed red nail pressed to her ear like it somehow made it easier to hear. “Their response?” Divia nodded slowly. “I’ll deal with it once my little friend here stops gawking and bothers to actually fix my computer.”

Divia’s glare grew more dangerous in the silence that followed. She pointed to the desk and stepped back in invitation for Sean to take her place. A beat later, she snarled into her headset. “I have every right! I agreed to nothing, not on paper, anyways. The little bitch broke into my territory, and the consequences are clear.” Divia took a few paces, only to whirl and stalk to Sean when she saw he hadn’t moved.

“What? What’s the delay? You’re over two hours late already! Work!”

Sean jerked when the lights above sputtered and flared blue dangerously in their elegant crystal display. If the chandelier shattered and landed on him, he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t kill him outright before the witch had a chance to give it a go. Sean took a steadying breath that did nothing for his nerves, and managed to finally choke out, “I’m here to see Magnolia.”

“What?” Divia scowled and took a step closer. She towered over Sean, her hair piled high in her macabre headdress, eyes slashing and lips in a painted pout. “Aren’t you from IT?”

“I am. I just…” Sean fumbled for an explanation that wouldn’t result in him being killed. “I know Magnolia, and I heard she was here. A dragon carted her off through the city or something.”

“You’re a friend?”

“Uh… sure?” Sean answered hesitantly. He wasn’t sure if that alone would end up with him on the kill list of this crazily powerful witch.

Divia crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow coolly as she considered. After a moment, she hissed under her breath, glided to the far side of her desk, and slammed her palm down on a high-tech, illuminated display. “Be quick about it. I still need to send out the final paperwork before I drain her, and I have dinner plans I have no interest in missing.”

Sean hunched forward and didn’t speak. He was relieved to realize he was still alive and might remain so for at least a few more minutes. His gaze fixed on the floor where a gap opened up behind Divia’s desk. A space of utter blackness grew, and widened as the floor peeled away on motorized tracks. It explained how the elevator jumped floors on the way up. Divia had gone so far as to install a dungeon atop her skyscraper. Sean wasn’t sure if it was ingenious or super tacky. It was definitely expensive and probably meant Divia did this a lot.

The motion of the floor sliding open was practically soundless, but the moment the dais began to rise, the quiet abruptly ended. “You fucking bitch, we had a deal!”

Sean jumped at the furious sound of Magnolia’s voice, but it wasn’t directed at him. Magnolia slowly raised into view. She was shackled to a slab of stone like something out of a bad cult movie. The dais was circular and black, and there were grooves cut in to catch and hold the blood and lead it toward a container of glass beneath. It was thankfully empty, but Sean had no clue for how long.

Magnolia didn’t seem to be aware, or even care about her imminent death. She was pissed off and glared daggers at Divia. Magnolia’s face was flushed in anger, and her once perfectly curled black and purple hair was now a tangle. She had lost her shoes when the dragon carted her through the air, and her designer clothes were shredded and frayed. Besides a few bruises and spots with her skin scrapped bloody, not to mention being chained to a dais, Magnolia otherwise seemed unharmed.

Well, if you ignored the outrage. Magnolia was totally pissed.

She jerked against her bonds while trying to twist, and yelled in Divia’s direction. “All the paperwork was filed with the registrar’s office! This is breach of contract! I demand a duel, or at least a fucking stay of time and a mediator! We have fucking laws!”

The lights above flared purple for a moment as Magnolia’s power tried to find a source. Divia scowled, tugged the wand from her belt, and haughtily waved it. Magnolia’s voice was dulled so no matter how much she yelled, her words didn’t raise above a whisper.

“I signed nothing, child,” Divia said calmly. “Did you really think I would let someone as powerful as you into my domain as direct competition? I’m not a fool. You young people come in and think you own the place, like you’re entitled to my spoils after the years it took to get all these structures built and null humans compliant. You know nothing of what it takes to stay at the top.”

“This isn’t fair!” Magnolia’s face was furious as she tried to yell but only a rasp came out.

“So? Who ever said life is fair? You should have known enough to get that signature before coming into my territory. If you were truly smart, you would have killed me before you even made the request. Youth can be so reckless.”

Divia turned to Sean. “Be quick with your goodbyes, then get that computer working. I need emails sent before the damn office closes.”

Sean took hesitant steps toward Magnolia, his gaze caught on how the floor slid back in to create a solid foundation beneath the raised dais. This was crazy. Absolutely insane. Divia was going to murder Magnolia the moment he fixed her computer.

Sean crouched over Magnolia so he could hear her. The stone slab was cold beneath his palms as he leaned down to speak into her ear. “Jamie sent me,” he said under his breath to keep Divia from hearing. He hoped Magnolia had a plan, because he truly had no idea what to do. He wished he had that damn wand. “Jamie said to come with your phone and she would fix everything, but the phone is destroyed. Is there a way to reach her?”

“The fucking bitch. She knows the law is on my side. Every new applicant requires a fourteen day cooling period where no violence is allowed. I’ve done nothing wrong, and nothing illegal. You’re being intentionally obstinate, you damn cow!” Magnolia whispered furiously as she craned her head to see Divia.

Sean gaped while Magnolia continued to whisper obscenities at Divia, who was too far away to even here. “Hey, are you listening to me? I’m trying to save your fucking life.”

“Young people,” Divia muttered condescendingly. “She’d waste her last breath bitching. This generation is such a disappointment.” She turned from where she was staring impatiently out the dark windows, and her nails gleamed as she traced her thumb over the sharp tips. “Are you done yet?”

Sean swallowed nervously. Magnolia was no help, and he had no magic or weapon that could equal the power of this witch. He straightened and turned to face Divia as his mind raced for some sort of solution. “You don’t need to do this. You don’t need to kill her.”

Divia raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his last resort effort of making her see reason. “Have you held an empire together for the last eighty years that I’m unaware of, computer man? I have killed droves of upstarts who thought they were more powerful than me. They were ambitious and thought that they would get close, get past my guard, and then be allowed to take all that is mine. You have no idea what I need to do in such a situation.”

Sean winced when he realized Divia was at least 80 and didn’t look a day past thirty. He was pretty sure it meant she was crazy powerful as a witch. When he considered she talked about her business as an empire, she probably thought she was crazy powerful too. “Uh, I’m not saying what you’re doing is wrong, I’m saying you don’t need to do it. Magnolia didn’t come in here to challenge you or anything. I mean, the last day all she’s done is fuck up my apartment building. She’s not organized enough to overthrow someone like you. She just wants to, you know, make a living.”

Divia snorted softly. “You’re lucky you’re handsome. Ignorance such as yours gets ugly people killed.” She pushed off her desk and tapped her nails lightly on the surface. “Your friend, like all of my kind, understands what it means to come into another’s territory. She welcomed this in. Her blundering is the reason she got caught. If she were stronger and organized, she might have defeated me. Instead she failed, and I am now given rights over her magic.”

“You have no rights! None! The law is on my side!” Magnolia had managed to get her voice to crack louder, even though it was still muffled in her throat.

Divia chuckled softly. “Oh, is that right? Then why is it you’re the one who is going to be drained of all your magic and left an empty husk, while I’m going to live off of your energy for the next 20 years, I wonder? The law doesn’t seem to give a damn you even exists.”

“You psycho bitch! You agreed to sign! You promised! When I get free, I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Poor, foolish child, this is your death.”

“Stop.” Sean turned to Magnolia, who was pulling wildly at her bonds while growling angrily. He leaned down to whisper. “You’re just giving her reason to kill you. Stop acting like you’re in some sort of turf war with her.” His breath hitched when he caught the sharp look in Magnolia’s eyes. “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me you’re in an actual turf war with her?”

Had Magnolia come into Divia’s territory to fight her for rights to the damn area? Of course she did. Fucker. Motherfucker. “Damn it.”

Sean whirled and straightened, and fixed his gaze on Divia. “Please, can we come to some sort of negotiation? What if she promised to leave your territory? What if you have her sign some binding contract that would keep her from actually coming into your area? You can do that, right? Like, you must have spells to keep people from coming too close.”

Divia paused in her tapping, and her eyes narrowed in thought. Sean felt a swelling of hope and took hesitant steps toward the witch. “You could get a lawyer, right now. I’ll even fix your computer to make sure you reach someone immediately. You could draw up the paperwork and…” Sean trailed off with a gasp when Divia reached out and grasped him painfully by the lower half of his face.

“Just what have you been playing with, little human?” Divia tilted her head, and her eyes raked over Sean’s face. She paused and focused on the odd bulges on his forehead. “Let me see your teeth,” she demanded lowly.

Sean hesitated in her glare, wary of whatever it was she wanted. His heart slammed in his chest when Divia pushed his upper lip aside to reveal one of his new fangs.

“Oh my. Have you found yourself a demon friend?”

Sharp fingernails bit into Sean’s flesh, and he wrenched from Divia’s grip and quickly stepped back. “It’s nothing,” he muttered defensively. His stomach churned the longer Divia’s gaze bored into his. “It’s just this guy I’m seeing.”

“Seeing?” Divia smirked cruelly. “Boy, you don’t date a demon. You are owned.”

Sean swallowed nervously. His gaze jumped to the side as he absorbed the information, only to snap back to Divia’s face. “Owned how?”

“It’s a wonder you’ve been allowed to leave his side.” Divia toyed with the end of one of her golden curls. “Given your state of transformation, I would think your demon master would have locked you away to keep you from harming yourself. Thralls can be quite easily confused and erratic when they’re changed. The transformation makes them prone to emotional outbursts and violence.”

Thrall? Master? Sean didn’t like where any of this was going. “But it can be reversed, right? I mean, I didn’t agree to any of this. I didn’t even know what he was doing until, until the fangs.” Fuck. Dear fuck, what the fuck had he gotten into?

Divia shrugged a slim shoulder and showed no concern with Sean’s fate. “Your kind are quite rare. Demons don’t live long, the few who cross the realms.” Divia nodded to where Magnolia was trapped, and Sean turned his head a moment only to look back when Divia moved. “She’d sell you to the highest bidder. Thralls are far more compliant, you see. Powerful, compliant, and rare; all the criteria needed for a bidding war among eager collectors. You’ll live longer than most humans can dream of, which makes it extra interesting. A generational slave, really.”

“W-What are you saying?” Sean took an involuntary step away when Divia glided to her desk. “You’re going to sell me?”

Divia blinked, and a dark chuckle escaped her glossy lips. “Goodness, no. That’s something the modern generation does. They see a thrall and put a pricetag on it like you’re a rare gem. It’s a wonder, really.” Divia pressed the Esc key on her keyboard, and her mouth formed a pout when her screen refused to respond. “Damn this thing.”

Sean kept his gaze fixed on Divia’s far too perfect features as he thought. He couldn’t trust her. If everything she said were true, Soot not only turned him into something else—something rare and not human—but it made him a target. Sean was starting to realize witches really were the worst. He needed to find Soot and make sure he never came near this building full of people who sold demons and people like pieces of jewelry.

“I can fix your computer,” Sean offered cautiously, “but only if you promise to let Magnolia go. She hasn’t actually done anything against you. She just moved into a new building. It’s not an attack.”

Divia’s gaze was steely as she looked up from her screen. “I commend you for your persistence, but you can’t truly believe I’m going to let either one of you out of here alive. You’re ignorant, yes, but you’re not a complete idiot.”

“What?” Fear jolted through him, and Sean took a shallow breath. His throat was too tight when he tried to speak. “We haven’t done a thing to you. I haven’t done anything at all.”

“My dear, you are a demon’s sex thrall. This generation might not understand what that means, but I do. You have allowed a demon to corrupt you, likely in some perverted mating ritual so the beast can turn you into a compatible breeding toy. You’re less than human now. Vermin, really. If I saw you on the street, I’d kill you the same way I do a rat or insect.” Divia straightened and coolly looked Sean over from head to toe, taking in his dirtied jeans, untucked shirt, and landing on the inhuman points to his ears. Her lips curled in a sneer. “It’s a kindness, for you and for the world. We can’t have creatures like you running around and reproducing. It’s disgusting. Foul. You’re nearly as abhorrent as the beast who made you.”

Sean flinched under Divia’s repellent glare until he caught himself. She was insane, and he wasn’t going to feel ashamed for wanting Soot, or what he turned him into. He didn’t ask to be this, but he sure as fuck was still a human being.

“I’m a person,” Sean bit out. “Soot’s a person, no matter what shape he takes, or where he came from. That you can’t see that is your fucked up problem, not his.”

Divia sneered. “Demons are filth, and you have no right to exist.”

“Filth?” Sean scoffed tersely. “If he’s filth, it’s delicious. Damn near food compared to whatever bitter hate you’re living off of.” The anger and disgust warring in him was just as overwhelming as his fear, and Sean shook with it all. Divia was going to kill him. She was going to kill him and Magnolia for what they represented, not for anything they actually did. Divia was psychotic, and no amount of talking was going to make her any less crazy.

A chill ran down Sean’s spine they same moment he heard an alien bellow sound from the balcony door built into the windows. It sounded eerily like the dragon that stole Magnolia from the apartment. Sean’s mental image of the creature’s teeth and talons was so strong, it was as if the dragon was slicing teeth right into his flesh. Was it roosting out there? Would Divia call the creature in to have it eat him like a person might feed a rat to a snake? Sean would believe anything of the witch at this point.

Divia didn’t seem particularly interested in the noises of her dragon as she fruitlessly tried to get her computer screen to unfreeze. “Cursed technology. You, thrall, hurry up. I’m going to kill you anyways. At least make yourself useful before I do.”

Sean hissed as anger and hopelessness twisted tight in his chest. “You’re seriously insane. Fix your own fucking computer, you psycho.” Hell, he was ready to run onto the balcony and into the jaws of that dragon, if it kept Divia from the satisfaction of killing him personally.

Sean looked to the windows and considered exactly that for a brief, insane flash. Would it be worse, somehow? It would depend on if the damn dragon killed him right away, or gnawed on his still living body first. But seriously, fuck Divia for thinking she had a right to kill him. If he jumped, maybe the wind would catch him? Maybe he wouldn’t see the ground rushing up and it would be instantaneous…

Sean glanced warily back to Divia as his goal solidified in his mind. Better by his own choice, than giving his life to this bitch. One fucking thing today was going to be his choice. Decided, Sean took an unsteady step sideways, but froze when he suddenly noticed the blue glow had drained from the room, and Divia was no longer alone.

The dragon hissed warning from outside, but Sean didn’t dare turn his head to look. Familiar violet eyes gleamed from the shadowy demon standing behind Divia. In the matter of time it took for all the air to rush out of Sean’s lungs, Soot wrapped a powerful hand around Divia’s slender throat and clenched. The snapping sound, although quiet, was the loudest thing Sean had ever heard.

Divia didn’t even have the decency to look surprised. Her body went limp, and she fell to the floor dead in a drape of silver fabric, golden hair, and glittering blood red rubies.

The edges of Sean’s vision turned black and the world threatened to blink out of existence entirely. “Soot?”

Hellcat 14


Sean’s hands shook as he tried to get the key into the door of his car. It took three attempts to unlock it, during which he managed to scratch the paint repeatedly. The moment the door was open, he crawled into the stale, stuffy air of his Honda Civic and collapsed in the driver’s seat. Breathing felt impossible as he dragged in breath after desperate breath and attempted to still his racing thoughts.

What the fuck did he just do? Sean pulled at his hair anxiously. Was Blake dead? Did he get him killed by running?

He panted for air and tried with all his might to care if Blake ended up dead. Blake wasn’t the fucking devil or anything, not really. Just after dating him for two years, Sean wanted to kill himself far too many times to be comfortable ever letting him Blake back into his life. It wasn’t a good relationship. Sean was pretty sure he wasn’t allowed to have a healthy relationship, not if he believed his parents were right and being gay really was a first class ticket to damnation.

What was Soot doing to Blake? Was he killing him? Was he… eating him?

Sean cupped his face in his hands and groaned loudly into the dark of his palms. Fuck Blake. Fuck him for being right outside his door again. Fuck him for making every step outside his building a fucking nightmare. Fuck him for ever being alive and now making him wonder if he was dead. Why the fuck was everything getting so crazy?

The passenger side door clicked, and Sean jumped and scrambled blindly for the handle to escape. He had the driver side door halfway open when he finally got the sense to see who was breaking into his car. He sucked in a nervous breath when he found glowing, predatory violet eyes framed by wicked horns staring at him from the level of the seat.

“Hey, Soot.” Sean hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly shut his door.

He still wasn’t a hundred percent sold on just how safe Soot was, but he didn’t have it in him to be afraid of the big cat. He saved him from Blake, after all. More than that, he let him stand up for himself first before he came in roaring like some cat from Hell. It meant a lot.

Sean sank back against the seat and sighed. His strained breathing was muffled as the car groaned and tilted when Soot crawled up onto the passenger seat. Sean watched him from the corner of his eye. There was no blood on the demonic panther that he could find. It probably meant Blake was still alive. Probably.

Maybe only a little devoured, then. Nibbled and possibly half fucked. Sean tried to ignore the way his body lit up at the thought. He was losing his mind. Seriously, he was gone at this point.

Soot’s giant head landed in his lap, and Sean jolted as the beast sprawled across the seat with hind legs still on the pavement. Sean stared down at the dangerous curve of the demon’s dark horns. They were actually elegant and beautiful close up, with slender ridges and pretty striations. Sean wasn’t sure if he was about to be bitten, but his fingers twitched the longer he stared at Soot’s fur. He carefully let his trembling hand slide down and curl into the silky fur at Soot’s nape. Soot huffed an overgrown purr and nuzzled Sean’s stomach contently.

“Thank you,” Sean whispered, the simple words full of sincerity. “You didn’t have to do that, but I’m glad you did. I’m glad, well, it’s nice to have someone on my side.” Sean fell silent. He never felt like he had anyone looking out for him. Not his parents, not his family, not a boyfriend. The only person was TJ, and he ruined that with his stupid feelings. His selfish heart always ruined everything.

Sean stared down at Soot’s back as he continued to stroke the panther’s fur. Soot’s wings were folded neatly on his back, the thin black membrane almost transparent where it wrapped around bone. He wasn’t sure if the wings could actually support the weight of the demon, but then Soot could walk vertically up walls. Magic probably let him do whatever, gravity or not. Sean was surprised by the surge of jealousy he felt. He hated magic, he truly did, but at the same time, to get what he actually wanted out of life, it felt like magic was the only way. Seeing Soot do whatever he want only made Sean feel trapped in his own life.

“The fucked up thing is, Blake was right. I mean, he has it all mixed up, but he was right to be jealous of TJ.” Sean grimaced and tangled his fingers roughly into Soot’s fur. “I would have left Blake in a heartbeat if it meant I had a chance at TJ. No hesitation. I could be married and have kids, and bam, I’d throw it all away if TJ ever wanted to give things a try. I know it’s shit, but that’s the way it is. He’s always going to be the one.” Sean sighed heavily.

Soot raised his head, and his hot breath washed over Sean’s face as he crowded him in the enclosed space.

“What?” Sean bit his lip and tried to ignore the guilt twisting in his stomach. Come on, he barely even knew Soot. The guy turned into a fucking cat. How serious did the demon really think things were going to get? “I love him. If you fucking knew TJ… It doesn’t matter.” Sean shook his head and huffed. “TJ’s straight. He’s never going to like me that way, so it’s a moot point.”

Soot’s burning eyes said otherwise, and Sean tilted his chin up defensively. “It’s not like you asked, right? You’re the idiot who hung around for a guy you know absolutely nothing about, instead of escaping like a sane person. Just what exactly do you think we’ve been doing the last two days, exchanging wedding vows or some shit? You can’t even talk.”

Sean went to sit up, feeling more than a little uncomfortable to be arguing about a relationship with a panther capable of tearing him to pieces. Soot’s tail wrapped around his neck, and Sean swallowed nervously when the demon dipped down and predatory eyes stared into his. Apparently Soot wasn’t going to let it go—or him go—until this was settled. Which was dumb. Seriously, who the fuck did this guy think he was?

Sean pushed at Soot’s maw, unimpressed when the demon didn’t move. “Hey, fuck off. Have you forgotten the mess you’ve made of my life?” Soot harrumphed a hot breath of air on Sean’s face when he shoved him again.

Sean rolled his eyes when Soot refused to budge. “Fine, I’m a bastard. I’m aware. I treat my best friend like shit because I want to fuck him and can’t. I can’t help that I’m in love. If I could, I would. Instead I have to live with this misery every day.” Sean glared defensively, unable to meet Soot’s intense gaze. The silence was somehow worse because all he had was his own bullshit to hear. He treated TJ like shit because he loved him? Fuck, he really was a terrible person.

Sean turned back to Soot with a scowl. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t go around screwing every guy I meet. TJ’s important. He’s… he’s been everything to me for a long time. Besides Blake, I haven’t even, well…” Sean’s expression turned grim as his face heated up. “Blake was my first boyfriend, and you can see how that went. I’m not good with people, obviously. I don’t think I should date at all, if I’m honest. I’m kind of an asshole.”

Sean was pretty sure he was only getting worse. He kept thinking of Soot slashing fangs into people while fucking them, dominating their bodies and taking everything he wanted. No, Sean was losing his fucking mind and he needed to not be around people until he found it again.

Soot’s tongue was hot and surprisingly prickly as it touched his jaw. Sean yelped and turned his head before he could get all wet. “Hey, that doesn’t mean you automatically get me, dumbass. For real, do you think you’re winning some competition for my heart, or some shit? All you do is break my stuff. I’m going to be living on the street because of you.” Soot went to lick him again, and Sean pushed at his face with his palm. “Quit it. Don’t start going all pervy. Magnolia is going to end up dead if we don’t… awk!”

A tail wrapped around Sean’s wrist, fluffy and unyielding as it pulled him back and pinned him to the seat. Sean craned his head back to see just how trapped he was, When he turned back, he found Soot leering. At least, as much as a demon panther could leer. The tail around his neck tightened and tickled the sensitive flesh. Sean gasped a breath involuntarily as he met those dangerous violet eyes. The look in Soot’s gaze was growing all too familiar, and Sean’s core tightened in response.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. I’m not…” Sean exhaled sharply as something tickled across his mouth. He glanced down and his lips parted as another of Soot’s tails swished across his flesh and began to thicken.

Sean’s face turned red and heat thrilled through his body as he watched the dark flesh grow, expand, and take shape. The soft fur pushed back to reveal the swollen tip and long shaft of an all too familiar dick. Sean couldn’t look away, and his throat grew dry the longer he stared. Fuck, was he seriously thinking of doing this? Right there in the damn car? Blake could be dead for all he knew and…

Sean failed to stifle a groan when Soot’s tail finished its transformation, and the thick cock pushed against his cheek. Precum smeared along his face and dribbled in thick drops. Sean was aching. His body lit up from the scent of Soot’s juices on his skin, and he was filled with thoughts of being taken again, of being broken down the way Soot only knew how, and then being filled with him.

Sean blinked and his gaze focused on the windshield where he could see a brick wall through the glass. He suddenly remembered where he was and what they were just arguing about. Damn it, what the hell was happening to him? Sean flushed and used his free hand to push Soot’s throbbing shaft away from his face.

“Seriously, you’re a total freak. All you think about is sex. Do you not even understand how sore I am because of you?” Sean really was, and the feeling was worse now that he was getting hard. His hole was throbbing just looking at that big cock… Damn it, why was this getting him hard?

Sean glared as Soot licked his hand. “Quit it. Stop acting like you earned yourself a blow job just because you helped me back there. Do you even realize you look like a killer cat right now? Stop being a weirdo.”

Soot tilted his head, and his features twisted in a familiar, wicked smirk Sean was truly learning to dread. Sean tried to wiggle back and reach for the door handle, but Soot was too fast. A fluffy tail twined tight around his wrist and pulled both his arms down against his sides.

Sean’s breath came out in fast bursts as he watched Soot’s tail sway toward his face. “Don’t you dare…!” His protests were cut short as Soot’s swollen tail tip pushed between his lips. Sean groaned as precum coated his tongue. He struggled against the bonds around his wrists, but he couldn’t help how turned on he was getting. His lips were quickly fucked raw with each hungry, determined stroke of the cock in his mouth while Soot held him in place.

Fuck. Fucking hell, but he was so hard. Soot’s transformed dick felt heavy in Sean’s mouth, smooth, sexy, claiming, and so right. He moaned and his eyes fluttered shut. Sean relaxed against the seat as he gave in to the thick flesh pushing into his mouth taking him.

Soot was such a total perv. Even in the car where anyone could come by and see, the demon had no restraint. Sean shuddered as the tail around his neck tightened deliberately for a moment. Combined with the fluid collecting in his mouth, and Soot’s thick tip thrusting against the back of his throat, breathing was becoming impossible. Sean was dizzy and heat kept flooding through his body in hot waves. Something wiggled and stroked his erection through his jeans. Sean whimpered and thrust up against the pressure, needing friction, wanting relief even as the room spun.

The cock suddenly emptied from his mouth, and Sean gasped for air while saliva and Soot’s juices slid wet down his chin. It took him too long to collect himself. Soot rubbed his dripping tip side to side over Sean’s swollen bottom lip. He was still hard and waiting to come, and Sean reached his tongue out to trace his tongue over the blunt head and tease into the slit. Precum gushed out, and Sean lapped it up with a groan. He tried to maneuver closer to suck the cock back deep into his mouth.

“What?” Sean rasped when Soot pulled the hot flesh from his reach. Sean leaned forward, wanting to make him come, wanting to feel him swell and flood his mouth. Sean blushed red when he caught Soot’s eye and was reminded he was still in panther form. Sean was supposed to be vehemently fighting against this, and instead he was so horny, he just wanted to suck that big dick until it came. Damn it, when did he turn into such a slut?

Sean panted heavily for breath and licked his sore lips while he tried to think of a way out of his predicament without acting like the total slut he was turning into. He was hard, tied in the demon’s grasp, and even if he might not be fucked senseless, it was hard to recover his pride after the plaintive whimpering he made while sucking on that sexy tail dick. Sean’s chest rose as he squirmed against the seat. Damn, there was something wrong with him for falling for this again. All Soot had to do was get his tongue, or dick, or hands on him, and he just gave in and let him do whatever he wanted.

Fuck, but it felt good. That was definitely part of the problem of giving in to Soot. It always felt so damn good.

Soot continued to study his flushed face, and watched as Sean tested to see if he could break an arm free from his hold. Soot bent down and lapped his tongue out over his lips. Sean spluttered when he failed to avoid the panther’s prickly tongue this time.

“No, that is the fucking line, you bastard!” Sean yelped. “You know how to kiss. I fucking know you know how to kiss. You do not shove your tongue down my throat, especially when you look like that!” Sean’s face was beet red, and his green eyes flashed behind the glasses askew on his nose. Soot smirked as he stared down at Sean’s flustered form and sprouted another tail.

Sean froze when he saw the new appendage and his nostrils flared. “I’m serious. Not when you’re all furry. I have my limits, you ass.”

Soot’s fangs flashed, and Soot growled when the demon’s tails held him tight and a fur covered shadow teased down Sean’s bare chest. Another tail unwound and went straight for Sean’s nipples to rub the peaked buds. “Soot… damn it.” Sean hissed in surprise, and his tense body fell back against the seat as he was deluged with sensation. “Wait. Wait… just hold on.” Sean’s zipper unfurled and another tail slipped down into his underwear and tickled the length of his trapped cock. Sean jerked, and his back arched as he cried out. The tail twined around his shaft and stroked him in silky heat from all around, twisting and constricting, and driving him insane.

Sean lost track in the overwhelm of sensation when the tails teasing over his chest stretched and wrapped tight around his torso. The tail dick returned and thrust roughly between Sean’s lips, spreading him open and dipping in deep. Sean moaned as he opened to the thick cock and Soot’s unique, smoky flavor filled his senses once again.

Sean was pulled sideways and down the seat. He blinked heavy eyelids open to find Soot above him. The panther stared down at Sean’s body splayed in offering beneath him, bound in a dozen dark, soft tails, and his mouth stretched open and stuffed full. Sean’s gaze drifted down Soot’s body, only to catch and fix on the big, ridged cock swaying between the demon’s legs, the tip pressed against the seat and dripping precum.

Aw, fuck. Heat hit him in a dizzying wave of embarrassment and lust. Was he going to…? The longer Sean stared at his cock and watched precum practically stream down Soot’s length, the more he was certain it was going to end up inside him. Hell. Sean tried to swallow around the cock pumping into his mouth, but he couldn’t look away from Soot’s long, thick dick. Would it feel the same? Did he want it to?

Sean groaned and squeezed his eyes tight as more precum gushed into his mouth. Crazy. This was fucking crazy. There was no way he was going to let that damn demon fuck him like this, no matter how horny he was. He had to have some sort of limit.

Sean’s inner rant was silence as he choked. The dick pumping inside his mouth suddenly swelled and pushed tight against his tonsils, his only warning before Soot came. Streams of Soot’s seed coated Sean’s tongue and throat, and drizzled hot with each pulse of his orgasm. Sean gasped when Soot pulled free, and the last thick spurts of cum painted white lines of jizz on his face.

“I just showered,” Sean rasped weakly, his voice rough and breathless. The room felt like it was spinning along with the movements of the soft coil of heat wrapped tight around Sean’s rock hard dick. He wasn’t surprised when Soot didn’t let him up. He’d seen the demon’s straining cock and he knew what he wanted. It was easy to know what Soot wanted from him; his body, his mouth, his ass.

At some point when they met, maybe even as early as when Soot healed him from the explosion, the demon decided Sean was who he wanted to fuck. He wanted him enough that Soot didn’t try to escape when he could have. No, he followed Sean around even after the threat of witches and dragons. Soot wanted him so much that even suggesting that he couldn’t have him while in panther form was all it took to make Soot prove he could. He wanted Sean, and he was going to have him.

A rough tongue lapped over Sean’s lips and delved into his mouth. Sean tried to turn his head, but Soot’s grip refused to budge. The panther tasted him in hungry strokes and dipped deep. It was strange, suffocating, and Sean was reminded of the first consuming kisses they shared. Sean gasped for air once his mouth was freed. He threw his head back and groaned when the tail stroked his cock, and Soot’s tongue returned to tease along his lips. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sean wasn’t sure if he was going to cum or pass out, he was so lost in it all.

“Hold on… fuck,” Sean grunted as he found himself flipped over. His arms were pulled up above his head and face crushed against the car seat while silky fur blanketed his back. Sean panted roughly, both anticipating and resisting what he knew was coming next.

“Damn it, Soot. Can’t you just transform? It’ll take you five fucking seconds…” Sean trailed off as something thick and wet pressed between his cheeks. “Hell.” He groaned and closed his eyes as he recognized the feel of ridges along the length of Soot’s huge cock. “Damn it. God fucking damn it.”

He wasn’t sure which was more mortifying. The fact he was going to be fucked by the beast, or the understanding by the time Soot was done he was going to be soaked in demon splooge again. His car was never going to be the same.

Soot rubbed his slick cock up and down the length of Sean’s crack. He prodded relentlessly at his pucker while getting his juices into him with each determined stroke. It felt good, and Sean found himself moaning despite himself as his hips moved with the rough rocking motion. He was so hot for it, so horny. Ever since his first time with Soot, Sean felt like a different person, someone who needed to be fucked all the time. And it was like Soot could see right through him and knew, or the demon was just as crazy horny. Given the way Soot was on him after fucking him all night, he was probably really horny too.

Sean groaned as Soot’s thrust forward and his thick tip stretched into his sore hole. His aching flesh protested; either Sean was less prepared this time or Soot was thicker like this. Hell, it didn’t matter which form, Soot was always huge. Always. Fluid pulsed hot and dribbled from Soot’s slit to lube his entrance in the slick substance. Sean buried his red face in the seat and bit down on the upholstery when Soot surged forward and slowly fucked his giant dick into him.

So big. He was so fucking big. Sean’s channel throbbed and clenched as Soot sank into him, and his ridges tormented the sensitive walls of his passage. He kept clenching. Not to push him out, Sean realized, and his face and neck flushed bright red at the sudden understanding. No, he wanted Soot deeper, as deep as he could get before he came inside him. He wanted all his cum.

Sean groaned as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. “No… wait.” Damn, bad enough he’d been cumming like some virginal teen since he met Soot. He couldn’t let the demon see how much this got him hard. How being used by the demon, his body pinned and taken just for his pleasure left Sean begging for more and more. Sean shuddered when Soot roughly pumped forward. His hips jerked and mouth gaped in a silent cry when the demon’s cock filled his passage completely. It was so deep, so much, and way too good.

“Oh fuck, not yet. Not like this,” Sean gasped, but it was no use. Soot’s tail slid cruelly around his cock, and the silky appendage wrapped tight, calling Sean’s orgasm and trying to get him to shoot. Combined with the hot breath washing over his neck, the tight bonds on his wrists, and the fur rubbing along the length of his back and ass with every thrust of Soot’s hips, Sean couldn’t hold out to the overwhelm of sensation as his hole was taken.

Sean cried out as he jerked, and his cum streamed onto the seat of the car. His glasses crushed against his face as he bit the upholstery roughly, but it was too late. Soot knew. Soot knew that even when he took him like this, he could make him want it. It was like his body needed the demon’s cock like the dirty sex addict he was becoming. Sean’s passage clenched tight on the thick cock impaling him, and he sobbed when he felt Soot respond. Soot’s length swelled and drove deeper, pumping into him in shallow, determined thrusts. Soot buried deep and stayed as he humped stream after stream of cum into Sean’s ass.

Sean was left shaking with tears in his eyes. He felt used and dirty while covered inside and out with the beast’s cum. He moaned against the car seat, the material muffling his desperate cries. Sean felt lost with every pulse of Soot deep within him. It was so good and he couldn’t handle the wash of want and shame.

Fuck, this really couldn’t continue. There would be nothing left of him.

Soot collapsed against him for long moments as the demon caught his breath. He pulled his long cock from his passage, and Sean gasped as his ass was slowly emptied of the thick rod. “Fuck,” he croaked as cum slid from his entrance unchecked. Soot pushed his maw between Sean’s abused cheeks. Sean squirmed and mumbled weakly as the demon’s tongue delved deep and licked him thoroughly. “Stop. Just… Oh, fuck.” Sean’s head rocked sideways, and his lips scraped the seat as his sore flesh flared in familiar pain from Soot’s healing powers.

Sean sobbed weakly as first pain and then pleasure heated through him. Tears dulled his sight, and Sean couldn’t say when he first noticed it. He blinked, and his crushed glasses refused to offer clarity no matter how long he stared. There, on the seat, were two deep, long gouges torn through the upholstery.

Sean breathed out unsteadily and dared to slide his tongue over the edges of his teeth. He paused and slowly grimaced when he found a fang far too long to be human extending down. Fuck. Oh, fuck.