This might not have been the best idea. Memories of that night flood in to the forefront of my mind; of my arms and legs too heavy to move, the heat of the demon's body licking at my skin, those black eyes staring hungrily past mine, in to my very soul. I was trapped and helpless, the only thing keeping him from having his way with me being his honor and friendship to Alekso. But that friendship is strained right now, and can a demon have honor?

Those are just the frightening memories. The other ones make themselves known, too. The arousing ones, like the feeling of his large, calloused hands dragging down my body, pushing my thighs apart as his tongue threatens to penetrate me. If I had told him that night that I wanted him, he would have done so much more. But I refused. I said no, because while my body was ready to betray Alekso, my soul wasn't.

I spin around and hold my arms up as Kazaxon approaches me. "Wait!"

Though he practically freezes in place, I hear a growl in my head. Have I not waited long enough, my Edeva?

"It's just... I want to make sure Alekso is all right with this."

I have gone from feeling like a heroine prepared to sacrifice myself for the sake of my love to a timid damsel in a matter of moments. If Alekso sees this as a betrayal, I don't fear execution or exile as much as I fear his disappointment; his hurt.

He is all right with this, Kazaxon insists. We share in all. What belongs to him belongs to me.

He reaches forward and slowly wraps his fingers around my neck, his thumb gently stroking over my jawline. That includes you; our beautiful queen. He was simply waiting for you to accept me. If that time is now, he will be fine. But you cannot refuse me again.

I cross my arms over my chest but make no move to pull away from him. He could snap my puny neck just like he almost did Audrine's if I am not careful. I want to tell him I can do whatever I damn well please with my body now that Alekso has made me feel so empowered, but that comes with too many risks. "I understand. It's just, well, you frightened me that night. That is why I refused you. I woke up to a big, horned monster in my bed. I am frightened even now..."

His long, forked tongue slips out past his lips and flicks in the air like a snake. I know. I can taste it. But I can taste a subtle undertone of your arousal, too. That is what I desire from you. Not your fear.

Once he releases his hold on my throat, I turn around and walk over to the bed, untying my bodice at the same time. Alekso did tell me he would not let Kazaxon have me until I agreed to it. So, by agreeing to it now, he surely cannot see this as a betrayal. It is for his sake, after all.

Mostly. I confess that the demon's tongue is not mistaken. I felt a curious excitement course through my body that night when he had me pinned down underneath him, and right now that excitement is returning. I wonder, will he punish me for refusing him before? Will he just give me a rough fuck to sate his lust and be done with it? Would I like that?...

I step out of my shoes and then pull the dress off of me, letting it slide down my form and pool at my feet. My hair is tightly wound on top of my head, but removing a few pins has it cascading in bronze curls down my back. I climb on to the bed and then turn around, my legs spread and hanging off the bed, but my arms in front of me to hide myself. I grip the sheets between my thighs and stare at the demon, who by now has removed all the tattered remains of Alekso's clothing.

Kazaxon is a marvelous thing to look at when you are not afraid of him killing you. Every inch of him is corded muscle, exuding strength and raw power. He's all sharp edges from the tops of his horns to the points of his cloven hooves. He stands with a slight hunch, probably due to the animal legs, but his tail balances his him out as it sways behind him. The posture is so predatory though and suits him well. He closes the distance between us with a few easy strides and stands over me.

I finally will myself to look down and feast my eyes on his demonic cock. Oh, it is big. Thick, red with a dark bulbous head, hard and pointing directly at me. I feel my insides clench just thinking about trying fit that inside of me. Is it even possible? It looks like it's as long as my arm. Alekso is big for a human, but I worry Kazaxon may ruin me even for him.

"You won't... hurt me, will you?" I whisper after tearing my eyes away from the threatening cock.

A lusty growl echoes in my mind and with a whooshing of wind in my ear, I am lying flat on my back. Kazaxon's mouth seizes mine in a rough, fierce, claiming kiss. I am his for the night, like I agreed on, and my shocked staring at his length must please him for my question to elicit such a reaction. He has a tight hold on my hips, holding me in place. I hear him whisper to me as his tongue pushes past my lips. He does not request to deepen our kiss; he demands it, and my body seems to come alive at his forcefulness. You will enjoy me as much as I plan on enjoying you, my Edeva.

My wrists start to feel heavy, but not heavy enough to actually pin me. Curious, I reach up and stretch my arms towards the wooden headboard. They feel only somewhat restrained, suggesting that if I struggle enough I can move them. The position causes my back to arch and I push my breasts up, allowing a soft moan to escape through the kiss as my hardened nipples brush against his chest. His body is so hot, like it is on fire, and the close proximity is making me start to sweat. Alekso's skin is always cool, but Kazaxon would have steam rising off his back if someone were to pour water over him.

He pulls his lips from mine with a satisfied hiss, and I am left breathless as he moves off of me. For a moment it feels like I have been left alone, but the heat that radiates off him can be felt around my legs. He is in front of the bed, now, but I can't prop myself up on my elbows to see him. I let him use his magic to hold me down and I am too weak from that kiss to fight it.

I can see his horns, though. He kneels between my legs and hooks them over his shoulders, dragging his fangs along one of my inner thighs. He leaves a long, pink line without breaking the skin. It hurts, but he soothes the sting with his tongue and it disappears in to a gentle throb, making me extremely aware of where his lips have moved to.

That tongue can do more than just scent emotion in the air. There is no teasing this time around; he pushes it between my folds and drags it upwards, circling my swollen bud and then diving back down. I gasp, tilting my hips to push myself a little closer to him. He licks me again and then sucks on my flesh with his lips. To think, you did not let me do this to you before. I swear I can feel him smile against my skin before his tongue pushes in to me. I can only respond with another moan.

His hands reach up and suddenly grab my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers. I yelp in surprise and then push them more in to his hands, not caring that I have gone from a nervous wreck to a writhing wanton in a matter of moments. His tongue continues its assault on me, probing me and flicking inside my walls. He can curl the forked tips and hit me at just the right places to make me moan louder, much to his enjoyment.

The demon proceeds to make me squirm a while longer, that warm feeling in my belly growing each time he tugs on my nipples or grazes his teeth against my sensitive folds. At first it was like he was exploring me, but now he feasts, growls sending vibrations through my skin, practically devouring me until I am on the precipice of an intense orgasm.

As if he knows, Kazaxon begins to slow his tongue's stroking, hands starting to go still. Do you know how agonizing it was to wait for you, my Edeva? All these weeks, unable to touch you? Perhaps I should make you wait as long as you made me... I could stop now and let you know what it feels like...

"No," I pout, shifting my hips pleadingly at him. I am not above begging, especially when I am so close and only the demon between my legs can give me release. "Please, Kazaxon..."

He makes a pleased grunt and brings his hands down until they encircle my thighs, but this is so he can focus fully on pleasuring me. I cannot even call it that. The demon is not pleasuring my body. No, that is far too nice a term. With his tongue pushing in to me and his thumbs holding me open for him, he is ravishing my cunt. And I love it.

It does not take him much longer to wring my climax out of me. I clench around his tongue and flood his mouth with it. I cry out so loud the suffering Evermires must surely hear from wherever they are hiding. God, the bazaar at the edge of the city will hear.

As I lie there panting, Kazaxon crawls back over me and gives me a searing kiss. I didn't think about how I would taste myself on his lips, but makes me excited all over again. The demon stares down at me a moment, relishing in my pleased expression, the dreamy look in my eyes, before he rolls me on to my belly.

I tug at my wrists, and they give enough that I can pull myself up on to my elbows. Kazaxon grabs my hips again and pulls my ass up so I am on my knees. He growls at the site of me offering myself up to him, one hand sliding up my back while the other lets go of me to grab hold of his cock. The damned thing presses against my entrance and I tense up for just a moment.

Then I force myself to relax. He won't hurt me. Just as I am his right now, he is mine. My demon, who was ready to kill someone for almost calling me a whore. It is in his nature to destroy, but when it comes to me...

Edeva, Kazaxon purrs in to my thoughts, making me focus back on us, back on the present. My Edeva. Our Edeva...

I grip the sheets in front of me and lower my head, feeling the head of his cock push slowly inside of me. He's being gentle now, easing his thickness inch by inch, making sure I accommodate him before moving any further. It is a silly thing to think about when a demon is about to fuck me, but I feel... cherished. Protected.

Then, I feel full; deliciously full. The demon pulls himself almost completely out, my body instantly recognizing the loss, but he relieves me with a thrust back inside. All I can do is cry out and push my hips back against him. When they meet his front, I realize that he is seated completely inside of me. I cannot understand how I am able to fit his cock, but somehow I am, and it is amazing.

He takes a fistful of my curls and then pulls, causing my head to tilt and my back to arch. My mouth hangs open as he holds me in place like that, starting to thrust in earnest. Each push in to me elicits another moan, my fingers curling in the sheets. Behind me the demon grunts, and the combined dirty sounds of our fucking only heightens the pleasure. His skin is hot against my thighs, and as he leans over me I feel his lips drag from my shoulder up to the crook of my neck. Tell me who you belong to, he commands, though I feel the tenderness in his tone. He dominates me, but he knows I want it. When all I can do to reply is moan and gasp, he slows down, but does not dare stop.

"I belong to you, Kazaxon," I manage. "Alekso and you."

Good girl.

With that, he fucks me harder. If I thought I was moaning before, I can only describe what I'm doing now as a keening sound. I hold nothing back, each time the demon impales me he hits that sensitive spot inside me that makes me lose control. I am no longer Edeva, queen of Mercia. I am reduced to a wild, bucking, mewling little beast, lowering my front so my ass angles up, every nerve in my body attuned to Kazaxon and the pleasure he gives me.

I feel no more guilt, all of it erased by my next climax fast approaching. Alekso is my husband, and Kazaxon is the demon in his head. Just as they've both told me, they are one in the same. While I know it isn't Alekso behind me, maybe he can see this through the demon's eyes. I think I would like that, to know he is here with me, somehow feeling all of this alongside Kazaxon, both of them enjoying their woman.

The demon growls above me, and softly licks at my throat again. He can feel me gripping his cock, my moans getting louder and my body growing almost as warm as his. My orgasm crashes in to me with unhindered lust, and at the same time I feel a sharp burn on the side of my neck as Kazaxon sinks his fangs in to my skin. The sensations mix together, pleasure and pain, my body not knowing which comes from where. My breath hitches in my throat after I belt out a particularly long cry, while my demon stiffens above me and snarls through his bite. I'm lost in the throes of climax, my insides milking his cock of its seed as he comes too, hard and wrathful, heating up my lower belly.

All of the energy leaves my body, mere moments, or an eternity, later. My knees and elbows give out under me as I collapse on to the bed, sweat on my forehead causing my curls to cling to my face. I feel Kazaxon retract his fangs from my neck as his weight shifts off of me. He rolls on to his back and takes me with him so I'm lying directly on top of him. It's like curling up on the summer night itself, and I don't try to stop sleep from claiming me.