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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: For years Nari has struggled with the knowledge that there is something different about her, and as her nightmares increase, leaving physical proof on her body, she realizes there is more to the mystery of her birth. But is she too late? Sensuality: Spicy--Forced seduction/rape by a demon.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: September 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [100 KB]
Words: 21799
Reading time: 62-87 min.

Chapter One

The warm summer air caressed my skin as I soared through the air, searching frantically for my house. It was difficult to find, since it was dark, and the country seemed to swallow light like a black hole, leaving me aimlessly wandering above winding dirt roads and the treetops.

My heart lodged in my throat, pounding and making it difficult to breathe. I couldn't remember landmarks near my house ... couldn't get my bearings. Fear induced adrenaline suffused me.

I'd felt fear often enough, but never so strongly. This was as close to terror as I'd ever come. Perspiration coated my skin, cooling rapidly in the air, giving me goosebumps in spite of the humidity.

He was out there, somewhere. Hunting me. And I knew he would find me. There was no stopping him.

Lightning flashed above like a strobe light, blinding me. The clouds moved, parting in a furious wind.

I dove and smacked into something, gasping as it grabbed me in a merciless grip.

There was nothing there but air and darkness and the heat of a creature from the deep. I smelled fire and brimstone. Fucking brimstone.

"Got you," a deep voice said with a growling chuckle that rumbled against my chest.

Shock raised chills on my skin. His fingers bit into my wrists, forcing my back to arch, my breasts to flatten against his chest.

I struggled against him, but there was nothing I could do to break his hold. I had nothing to brace myself against, nothing but my own powers of flight, and they were pitiful against him. Panic made my stomach flutter, my heart beat in my chest like a hip hop bass on speed.

It was with a dawning sense of horror that I realized I'd lost my clothes, and I couldn't remember how or when they'd disappeared.

"Let me the fuck go!" I screamed, gnashing my teeth, tossing my head as if it would help somehow.

He laughed again, tightening his hold. Struggling only seemed to excite him. He rubbed against me, forcing my legs to part around him, until his hard cock ground against my bare cleft.

The movement shocked me to my core. Unbidden wetness saturated my labia on the instant of that unwanted touch. My belly clenched on a spasm, and my vaginal muscles tightened reflexively with the instinct to shut him out.

"I like it when you fight me like that, Nari. How much would you buck and gnash if I fuck you here, in the open?"

I went stiff all over, breathing hard through my nostrils until they flared with each breath. It was always the same with him. He wanted me to fight. He wanted my absolute submission.

I didn't know what to do, only that I couldn't give up. I had to change my tactics.

He knew my name. I didn't know his. He felt like a man, but he wasn't. He was something else. I'd never been able to see him. How could I fight someone I couldn't see?

A helpless feeling washed over me, draining the fight from my body in slow increments. Flight had tired me, but the strain of trying to hold myself stiff to resist him wore on me.

"You don't answer. Could it be you're considering my offer this time?"

He sniffed my neck, his breath hot, moist, and then his mouth opened over it, his tongue lashing out to lave my skin.

I growled at him in warning.

His tongue traveled up to my ear, pushed inside, molten and wet ... and forked. I shuddered. With revulsion, I told myself.

"I could be persuaded to let you go this time if you asked," he whispered before lapping my neck.

Asking was too much like begging. I'd never begged for anything in my life. Besides, I didn't think he'd do it anyway. I grit my teeth. "I'd never ask you for a damned thing, you fucking bastard."

He grunted and nicked me with his teeth. I controlled the wince. Pain I could deal with. I couldn't handle him trying to seduce me. That terrified me more than I cared to admit.

"Good. It's better this way. Don't you agree that pain makes the pleasure so much the sweeter?"

The world spun as he whirled us toward the ground. My house rose up before us, a pitiful facade of safety. The door burst open on a gust of wind.

Locked around my body, he flew us down the hall as if he knew exactly where my bedroom was. The door slammed open just before we hit it, and then we were inside, crashing down on the bed.

I bucked immediately, freeing a hand to go for the knife I always kept beneath my pillow.

He laughed and snatched my hand back, pinning my wrists down into the mattress, holding my legs down with his own as his weight settled over me.

He was huge, heavy enough I could barely breathe with him on top of me. I couldn't tell just how big he was, only that he seemed to be everywhere.

He held me down, but he didn't seem to need his hands. I felt him dip over me, felt his hot breath just before his mouth closed over one breast. His teeth bit into me, ever so lightly, and his tongue flicked out. Rough, it ground against my nipple, making it instantly hard.

I sucked in a sharp breath, breathing harshly. His grunt of approval was barely audible past the roar in my ears. Ripples of pleasure radiated from my nipple. He circled my distended flesh, suckling me until I knew he'd left his mark, sucking until he wrung a cry from my throat.

"God damn you," I said, my voice breaking as he thrust my legs apart with one rough hand and ground the hard ridge of his cock up against my slit.

He broke free, releasing my achy breast to torture the other with the scrape of his teeth.

"You're wet, Nari," he growled as he tugged my nipple between his lips, rocking his hips to glide against my clit. It seemed to blossom under that insistent pressure, grow swollen and achingly sensitive.

"Big fucking deal," I ground out, hissing as he rubbed against my folds as if to prove a point.

He laved the underside of my breast, nipping it, pleasure and pain mingling. "You want me to rape you, don't you?"

"No." I clenched my hands, feeling my fingers go tingly with the restricted flow of blood.

"It's not rape if you want it," he taunted, dragging himself lower, kissing the hollow of my stomach. I didn't even know how he could reach it and still hold my hands. "You want my tongue inside your tight little cunt." Something touched my slit ... and it wasn't his hand or cock.

"No!" I screamed. I struggled then, fought until I was gasping for air.

He rose over me once more, his shaft riding back against my slit, slipping through my wetness to slide over my clit with unbearable roughness. My clit seemed to swell under the pressure, throb with an acute, piercing pleasure. He pressed his weight down, burying me in the mattress until my skin molded to his, my breasts bulged against his chest. My nipples felt like two rocks, so incredibly sensitive and hard the slightest touch made them burn. The pressure of his chest made me scream in unfulfilled agony. I tried to buck again, hands clenching, feet scrambling for purchase. My throat hurt from holding back a scream.

Each struggle only made him rougher. Made it hurt more as he rubbed against me like a beast that enjoyed toying with its prey. But, god help me, I was beginning to enjoy the pain. Crave it.

I needed to come so badly. Needed it with a desperation akin to madness.

A plea for surcease caught in my throat before I could utter it. I choked on it, gasping and coughing.

"Nothing you say will stop me," he said against my ear. "I'll just enjoy it more the more you resist me."

What woman in her right mind would want this? But the more he touched me, the more I wanted it. Oh god! Fuckin' help me! I screamed inside my mind, jerking to attention as the harsh slide of his cock became a prod against my vagina. My nether lips seemed to peel back for him, to stretch and grasp for the thickness of his cock.

He barely nudged me and already my belly ached, my pussy burned.

Teeth scraped my jaw line. "Join me, and I'll make it good for you. You haven't known ecstasy until my cum has been inside your womb."

"Never!"

He shifted his hips, pressing my thighs so wide apart my hip bones popped. His cockhead nudged my opening, but it would never fit without ripping me apart. My juices flowed at the threat of sensual pain, defying my mind, or perhaps because of some unconscious desire to be ridden like a whore.

"I could take this from you," he whispered.

"Fuck you!" I snarled, biting at the face I could feel but not see.

He growled furiously and shifted, pressing his dick against my anus, pushing, pushing until it hurt ... so good.

I jerked against him, my inner muscles clenching. I almost came right then. I cursed at him again and again as he forced his way into me. The fight was leaving me, and I suddenly wanted him to take me. Fuck me all night long until I was broken and weak.

No. I couldn't give in. I tensed. "No!" I screamed, trying to resist the sensual lure of pain and pleasure.