Page 2 of My Daddy is a Demon (Demons for Hire)

Iris

Life was never kind to me despite my always being kind to it. I took being tossed aside as a baby in stride. I accepted my position at Maxine Gratto's boarding house as her servant, tending to her every whim. I sometimes got fed for it, sometimes I even got a night of freedom from her calling me horrible names or accusing me of being a witch.

Still, I stayed kind. I was there when she was dying, still taking her abuse, still accepting I did not matter to her or to anyone in town. I grieved her death for weeks, even though she was never kind to me. Even though life had never been gentle for a moment. Until I found her cottage and the land it sat on had become mine.

It was the first good thing to happen to me. I never considered the tiny cottage home. Mostly because she never let me sleep inside unless it was snowing or raining. The barn loft was good enough, she said. To be fair, it was good enough for me. I could see all of Moon Haven, the shore at the edge of town, sprawling mountainsides, and the twinkling lights below.

“It is my home now. All I have left,” I whisper as I dust the mantle where her ashes sit in a small porcelain box I created just for her. The top is glazed with her name in my sloping hand, and inside are crystals to ensure she reaches heaven with peace and happiness.

Magic is a dirty word in this household. Well, Maxine said it was. If she were to be believed, I was born of magic. Dark magic from a minx of a witch and the loins of a lion shifter. It was one of the many hateful things she hurled at me. I wished I were made of magic—whether from a witch and a lion or not.

“There is nothing about me that is magical,” I whisper sadly as I dust off the porcelain once more.

Once I say the words, however, there is a spark in the dim light of the late afternoon. It is almost as if static charges ignite from my fingertips. Frowning, I wiggle my fingers in the air, hoping to see it again. Nothing happens of course. Until it does happen again.

Except my senses tell me this is no magic at all.

Smoke fills my lungs, sudden, thick, smelling of earth and cinder. I gasp as glittering sparks of fire flutter in the air. Rushing to the window, I cough as a haze floods the room. Fire? Outside, I see swirling gray clouds of smoke curling towards the cottage.

Rushing towards the door, I throw it open as a choked sound bursts from me. No . Not the one thing I have. Gaze flying towards a trail of fire snaking down the front gardens towards the meadow beyond, rage burns inside of me hotter than any brush fire.

“You bastard!” I shout, forgetting safety or sanity as I spot him.

Loren Stark, a distant relative of Maxine’s. He lost his mind once he realized this had all been left to me. Claims it should have been kept in their screwed-up family. Not to willed to some orphan he accused of using magic on her.

“Told you to get gone, girl,” he hollers through the thick fog.

“I am not going anywhere! This is my home! You can’t have it!”

Dark shadows move through the fog before he is there, grabbing me in a painful grip. Slamming me against a tree, he laughs darkly as I cry out in shock. Fear hits me at last. Not from the fire burning around us. From the lust, the dirty, disgusting fire in his eyes.

“I can have you if I want you ,” he grunts, his knee sliding between mine, shoving them open. No. Not, this, I won’t allow it.

Just as I think it, the fire shimmers behind him. No, it is not fire. It is the very air all around us. It shudders, blinking brighter, then darker, as a huge, dark figure comes out of nowhere. Beneath us, the earth trembles as the darkness moves forward. What is it?

As if whatever it is hears my question, the air clears. The earth goes still. My heart stutters to a stop. I blink up at the darkness, seeing it is not all dark. It is not shapeless. It is… a man ? A huge, broad, towering man with…horns? With a thumping, thrashing tail.

Whatever it is, man or otherwise, it takes up all the space. Quiets all the sound. Calms all the fear, all the panic I was just choking on. I smile. I start to move towards the dark figure, before I am shoved back by rough, filthy hands. Just as I feel the bruising of my flesh beneath the unwelcome touch, it is gone.

Do not fear, bird. I am here. Valen is here for you .

“I am in a mood to maim a man today.” A deep, raw, melodic voice booms. My smile widens as I gaze up at the creature. Valen . He is here. For me? “Let it be you if you touch her.”

Oh, yes. He is here for me. I try to twist from Loren’s hands, but they’re gone. No, he is gone, sailing across the clearing, far from me. I start to go to this dark creature, drawn to his bright, red eyes, entranced by his thumping tail that curls behind me, protecting me. I am not afraid. I am not sure if I will ever know fear again as I move to him, so certain he is my savior, something sent here to find me.

They talk, their words muddled, as if they’re miles away. Yet he is right here, so close. I shout some words too, even as I continue to move towards him. Valen. That is his name, I am certain. I whisper it. I call it out. I am in a daze, so drawn to him, I cannot stop the pull that has wound its way about me. I do not want to stop it.

“Valen. Valen, please,” my words tremble, breath panting.

It is then he turns towards me. He is so beautiful . No one else would say that I am sure. I do not know how I am sure, but I am. To me, he is…he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Not of this earth, yet, I have no doubt he is the other half of me. It does not make sense because I’ve never had anything of my own. Nothing that belonged to me. Nothing I could call mine. But he is. Valen is.

As if I am sensing it t0o, he comes to me. His arm winds about my waist to draw me close. It is not close enough. I vibrate against him. I can’t hear anything, feel anything, smell anything else but him. I press even closer, gazing up at him in awe. I am where I belong for the very first time in my life. What does it mean? Who is it to me?

“Mate,” his deep voice rumbles, his red eyes glowing own at me. He growls. His arm tightens on me. “You’re...I have a... it’s you. You’re my mate ?” He grunts, his big, hard body rubbing against me, as if seeking something, searching for something I want to find too.

“Yes,” I whisper, moan, agree. His eyes go black as they hold mine and I can breathe right for the first time. What is happening to me? Why am I…at peace? At home. “You do, Valen. I know you. I am safe with you.”

Between my thighs throbs as something rigid, thick, heavy rubs against me. I whimper and move, wanting more of it. I twist my hips as everything else in the world fades. What is this magic? Yes! It is magic. He is a creature of magic, and he has come to save me.

“Nothing is safe with me.”

Valen argues as if he can fight this, but I sense he knows he cannot. His head lowers, his nose nuzzling mine. Goddess, he smells good. Unlike anything I have ever known before. I press even closer, nuzzling him back, so enchanted, so under his spell, I can’t breathe.

“I am. You saved me.”

Valen emits a little groan before he sweeps me up against his huge, shuddering frame. I reach up with seeking hands, finding the horns atop his head. I touch them brazenly. He rewards me with a sound that makes my sex pulse between my legs again. He likes it. Likes my touch, welcomes it even. I stroke the horns again and between us, I feel him thicken, harden, pressing against my pussy.

“Valen,” I whimper, shuddering against him before glittering flecks of fire catch my gaze. Oh! My land!

Turning, I gasp as I see the thick, gray smoke engulfing it all. I will lose everything. I rush towards it, intending to stop the damage that bastard started. Before I take two steps, I am airborne. He is there, my dark savior, lifting me atop his back. I hold him tight, laughing with joy as he rushes to the fire faster than I can blink, his tail thumping at the ground, putting it out with ease.

Falling to the ground with a thud that makes me laugh again, he draws me round, settling me astride him. I cannot stop touching him. Tracing the thick, dark skin of his body, the scars that form a pattern I trace with my fingers. I want to trace it with my tongue. I whimper when I feel him again between my legs. What has he done to me? I am so twisted up, so…turned on

“Valen. How have you found me when I needed you most?”

I touch his horns again and I feel him changing. He is…he is turned on too? We’re the same, he and I. I don’t know how, but I believe we’re of the same kind of magic. They were right about me. All those whispers about me being from another world. Another realm. This monster, this creature, he is…he is my mate, and I am his. Valen is magic and so am I, that is all that I know for sure.

“I was restless,” he answers, talking in a language I think must be just for us. He says other words about tricking others, but I hear just his most important ones. “It must be fate, little bird.”

Yes, his words ring true. All this time, all this loneliness, it was for a reason. For a purpose. I was not left here to be alone. I was left here to be found by him. Most of my life I feared I would always be on my own, never wanted, never loved, never feeling I belonged.

Now, here under the darkening skies, I know I do belong.

I belong to him. I belong to Valen.

We’er talking, but there is no sound. No words anyone else could hear. It is our own language. We speak without need for words. Filthy words about need, about desire, about how soft and wet I am for him, fill my head, my heart, my very soul. I whimper and nod as suddenly his tongue is on my flesh, lashing at my nipple. Oh, yes. Oh, yes , I want that. I want…I want to be mated.

This is how he will save me. He will fill the emptiness inside of me. It burns now, hotter than the fires he just put out for me. He brought another fire to life inside of me. I need . I want . I crave . Him, him, I want him. To be his mate, to be taken, to be his…his little bird, his little mate, his little everything.

“Valen, how am I...am I your mate?”

“Because you were created for me to find. To take. To have. I will be your daddy , little girl,” he rasps, his voice booming now, in that language meant just for me. “Fill your pure pussy with my cocks, give you my child, please you in ways no mortal ever could,” his words continue, echoing in the warm air, but I am lost.

Rubbing against him, I play with his horns again, feeling those hard, thick cocks he spoke of between my thighs. I want them inside of me. Tearing me apart, putting me back together again. I whimper, telling him this without the words we do not need. I arch against his tongue as it licks between my tits, igniting flickers of pleasure unlike anything I have ever felt before.

“Yes. I want...I want someone to want me . To take care of me. I’ve been alone so long, Valen. No one has ever...I never had a mama or a daddy. I want...would you really be my daddy? Would you make me feel good and let me be your little girl?”

Valen lets out a roar before I am on my back on the earth, his huge frame looming over me. My dress is torn from my body. The grass is soft and cool against my fevered skin. I reach for him, as if we’ve been lovers for a lifetime. As if we know each other inside and out before he has ever even been inside of me.

“Oh yes, I will be your daddy, little girl. Let me look at my good little girl, Iris. Open for daddy,” he growls before suddenly he is gone, my thighs shoved wide, pushed up, my sex bared to him.

“Oh! Yes!” I scream as his hot, thick, forked tongue suddenly licks my wet folds open, slithering, sucking, savoring me. “Please, please…Valen…I am yours. Please, don’t stop. Take me, daddy!”

Valen proves under a bright red moon that he is my mate, and I am his and that together we’re magic.