The Demon’s Lover

Chapter 1 Vicky sat at the circulation desk at the library of her university. She always took the midmorning shift; most students were in classes, and the library was almost empty. It was supposed to be easier for her to work on her paper but had hit a roadblock with her writing. She spent the last year and a half researching demons, fairies, vampires, and other sorts of folklore. But she felt stuck. There were books she checked out, books she bought, papers online, and a mountainous pile of notecards all over her room. It was time for her to turn all that research into a research paper. She had brain fog; all the words she wanted to write refused to come out. The only thing that came to her mind was the recurring nightmare. She couldn’t even call it a nightmare since it no longer scared her. Every night the same dream. A tall man in a black tophat and old-fashioned ringmaster garb greeted her in a tent. The suit was tightly tailored to his chiseled body. She leaned over the desk and crossed and uncrossed her arms. Resting her chin in her left palm, she stared out the door. She took a deep breath and blew her blond curls out of her big blue eyes. Vicky reached for her pen with her right hand and wiggled her fingers. A pen rolled across the desk to her. She picked it up, not realizing that she had made it roll to her. “When did he get hot?” She asked herself out loud. Someone cleared their throat. Vicky jumped. A female student stood in front of her. “Sorry,” Vicky said. “I thought I was alone.” “It’s okay,” The girl said. “Can I hang some flyers in here? I work at a carnival part-time.” “Sure thing,” Vicky said. “Here,” The girl handed a flyer to Vicky. “It starts tonight, and there’s a discount if you show your student ID.” Vicky picked up the flyer. The man from her dreams is smiling in the middle of the paper. It was the confirmation she needed; her dreams were real. A demon had tried to kidnap her when she was a child. She texted her Aunt Rachel stating she was spending time with some friends that evening and would be home late. She was going to that carnival. It was eight pm; the gate to the night carnival and circus was open. Lights on rides and booth flashed. Music played over loudspeakers. A little girl ran past her. She ran to one of the booths. “Excuse me,” the little girl said. “I can’t find my mommy.” The man at the booth pointed a thick grubby finger to a tent at the end of the vendor booths. “Go to that tent. We have security, and they can help you look for your mommy.” The little girl thanked him and ran off to the tent. Vicky follows a little girl. She spotted a hammer on the ground between two vending booths; she picked it up. Armed with the hammer, Vicky walked in to see the demon from her dreams lunging for the girl. The little girl stood in a trance. Vicky grabbed the little girl and shouted, “Run!” The girl stepped back, and the demon looked at Vicky. He had curly black hair, smooth olive skin, and a handsome face. He’s wearing an old-fashioned ringmaster suit, a top hat, and shiny black boots. He looked at Vicky, and he smiled. Quickly his smile twists wide and distorts his handsome face with a wide mouth of sharp teeth. Vicky raised the hammer and swung it at the top hat demon. The demon pointed his fingers at the hammer. It flew from her hands and landed on the opposite end of the darkly lit tent. He pointed at her, and Vicky flew through the air and landed on her back against something hard. Vicky realized she was on the ground, and the demon crouched over her. His face was smooth and human again. “What do we have here? A little hero or a fool?” He leaned closer to Vicky and inhaled. “I remember you.” He said. “The little girl who got away. Looks like I have you after all.” “It’s fine as long as I saved someone from you.” “Is that what you think? You think you’re a hero. Or did you fall into one of my traps?” He laughed. Vicky turned her head to the opening of the tent. She saw the little girl she had rescued. The girl was smiling at Vicky. Her eyes shined gold, and leathery bat-like wings unfurled from her back. The little demon girl giggled and flew away. The demon ringmaster pulled Vicky’s arms over her head. She struggled in his grip. “Oh, I love a good fight.” He said. “Should I make it fair?” He let go of her arms. “Let me go!” she grunted as she struggled underneath him. He laughed. “Victoria,” he said inhaling her scent. “why would I let you go? I’ve spent so long searching for you.” Vicky tried to free her legs, but all she did was make it easier for the demon to settle between them. “I know everything about you. I know your fears.” He smiled leaning closer to her. “I know your desires.” He whispered in her ear. “All of them.” He caressed her. “I even know the filthy ones you keep secret from everyone.” “You don’t know anything.” She said. “I know you like this.” He said. Vicky continued to struggle and push up from the ground beneath her. The demon pressed himself against her. She felt his hard c**k rub against her. “Keep struggling, love. It turns me on.” Vicky hit and pushed at him, struggling to get him off her. He was right, the more she struggled, the harder he got, and she wanted him to f**k her with that hard c**k. He smiled and sliced through her shirt and bra with his sharp fingernails like the cloth was warm butter. He drug a sharp nail across her n****e, playing with the rosebud making it stiff. He lowered his head to her breasts, licking and sucking them. She felt his nails scratch across her skin. He licked her between her breasts and down her stomach stopping between her legs. He pushed her pleated skirt up. “Cute.” He said right before he ripped her panties with the cartoon devil and red hearts from her body. She was completely exposed to him. The demon could have easily torn her apart, but he stared at her wet p***y grinning like a madman. “I could eat you up.” He said. Vicky panicked and struggled against him. The demon settled between her thighs pushing them farther apart. She felt his tongue licking her p***y. Up and down and curving unnaturally inside her. Her breath came in hot and fast as he continued to eat her like he promised. He wrapped his arms around her legs. Vicky’s body shook while she c*m in his mouth. She felt him move his mouth to her thigh and screamed when he bit into the soft flesh. His nails dug into her skin and she thought he would tear her apart. He released his grip and his jaws; kneeling between her legs he grinned his sharp tooth grin. Her blood and c*m dripped from his chin. The demon pulled his shirt off and unbuckled his pants. His thick throbbing c**k sprang free. She reached up to stroke his shaft. His grin turned into a look of pleasure. Grabbing her wrist, he stood and yanked her to her feet. He removed what was left of her clothing and pulled her close. Vicky stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her lips brushed his, and he pulled her in for a kiss. Vicky wrapped her arms around his neck. Opening her mouth, Vicky flicked her tongue over his bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth. Her teeth grazed his lip, and she bit down. He moaned, pulled back, and touched his lip. The demon rubbed his lip and saw the blood on his fingers. Some of his blood was on Vicky’s lips. “You bit me. I bit you back.” She said, her voice shaking. “So you did.” He said with a grin. Vicky’s head was starting to spin. He kissed her again; Vicky tasted his blood in her mouth. The ground shifted beneath her feet. The demon pushed her backward. A soft bed was beneath her. His body was warm on top of hers. Caressing her, she moaned softly. “You want me.” He said. “Yes.” She purred. “Tell me what you want from me.” “f**k me.” She said. “Say my name.” “I, I don’t know it.” “Revyk.” He said. “My name is Revyk.” “Revyk.” She cooed. He shivered at the sound of his name on her lips. “Yes, Victoria.” “I want you Revyk. I want you to f**k me hard.” “No, you don’t, Victoria.” He smiled. Vicky wrinkled her brow. “I don’t.” She said with a clear voice. Revyk kissed her letting her nibble his lip and suck more blood from the wound. “Yes, I do want to f**k you.” She said. Her eyes lowered into a haze, and her voice was sultry. “I want to f**k you so bad.” She said trying to flip Revyk onto his back. “Oh, Victoria. How I’d love to oblige you, but not tonight.” She frowned at him. “Soon, my little pet.” He said. Vicky reached for Revyk’s throbbing c**k and stroked him. “Victoria, you're making this difficult for me to say no.” She rubbed the velvety tip with her thumb and stroked him faster. “Then don’t.” She whispers leaning in for another kiss. Revyk ran his thumb down her cheek. “Sleep.” He commanded; Vicky’s body went limp in his arms. He lay her down and covered her with thick blankets. “Soon,” Revyk said brushing her hair with his fingers. “I can wait a little bit longer.” Revyk buttoned his pants, picked up his shirt off the floor, and tossed it on the bed next to The sleeping Vicky. He walked out of his bedroom and down the darkened hall. The chambers resembled more of a dungeon and not the goth punk carnival it pretended to be. He pushed a distressed oak door open. A weasly-looking man behind an old iron desk jumped. Nervous sweat dripped from his fat balding brow. The anxious man had gray stringy hair, greasy glasses, and a gray suit. Even his bloated skin had a gray sheen to it. “Jumpy as usual, McDoon,” Revyk said. “You’re early, Revyk. I wasn’t expecting you.” McDoon said. “Bad night?” “No,” Revyk said with a smile. “But we hardly made a dime.” McDoon squealed. Revyk stuck a finger in his ear and shook it while squinting. McDoon’s voice tended to sound like nails down a chalkboard when he was nervous about money. “It’s not always about money,” Revyk said. McDoon grunted in disagreement. “I found her.” “The girl that escaped? She must be…” “She’s grown. And she came looking for me.” “Oh, why?” “To stop me from kidnapping children.” “You don’t do that,” McDoon said. “She doesn’t know that. She remembers me trying to take her with us.” “What are you going to do with her?” “I don’t know. But she tasted some of my blood. I have her sleeping now.” Revyk said. He paused. “I might send her home, now that I can see her.” “Do you know how she’s hidden from you?” “No,” Revyk said. He turned around, walked out of the room, and paused. He tapped his finger on the doorframe. “But I have an idea.”