Page 4 of My Daddy is a Demon (Demons for Hire)

Iris

I let myself get lost within the magic in my mind. In a fit of desperation and desolation, I was led astray by the smoke of the fire burning my land. I stumbled through the haze engulfing the meadow, dreaming of a savior. Creating a monster of a man who could love me, need me, ravish me in ways I had never dared let myself dream.

Waking up alone in the meadow told me the truth. It would always be just dreams. I would never be wanted or loved. Not by a man or by a dark taloned beast with two hungry cocks and a slithering forked tongue that created tidal waves of pleasure I could drown in.

“There is no magic, no monster of a man claiming to be your mate. This is it, Iris. This is all your life will be,” I remind myself.

With half of the meadow scorched, I was reminded that fire was not something I dreamt up. Unfortunately, it was a real attack by Loren Stark, meant to drive me off this land or out of Moon Haven. I might be a lot of things, too kind, too patient, too forgiving. One thing I am not thanks to a life of struggle is weak.

This land is all I have so I will not be driven from it.

Pulling on a tattered dress from the closet, I wince as the rough linen rubs against my skin. I am sensitive all over. Between my legs aches. I reach down, letting out a gasp to find how wet and swollen I am. I whimper as my fingers slide over my folds towards my clit.

Closing my eyes, I touch myself for just a moment. It is forbidden, dark magic I was taught, to make yourself come. To give yourself that sort of pleasure is a sin. Yet, I want to rid myself of this ache that has burned inside of me since I awoke out on the dirt beneath a blazing sun.

All night I had filthy dreams. It makes sense my body is in need, thirsty for the pleasure I was seeking in the fog I was lost in. I dreamt of a big, massive beast who pinned me down and rutted me for hours. His filthy forked tongue made me come before he filled me full, his teeth sinking into my skin to claim me as his mate.

“Nothing but dreams, stupid girl,” I whisper as I finish dressing, shamed by the slickness between my thighs, by the dreams still dancing in my head.

Outside in the cool air the whole world seems different. Louder, brighter, somehow bigger. Going to the garden, I set to work on the one thing I find true joy in. I love getting my hands dirty, tilling, pulling at weeds, and adding a soil mixture of my own creation. This has always been my peace, how I center myself with the earth.

Passing my hand over the strawberries, I smile as the plant seems to come to life beneath my touch. Sitting there in the cool sunshine, I could almost believe I am growing them with my touch, with the wicked magic they all say I have inside of me. How would this magic be a bad thing? Could growing a harvest or healing wounds be bad?

“ Your magic could never be bad, little bird, ” a deep, raw voice sounds inside of my head. “ You’re a magical creature the world does not deserve. Good for me the world does not get to have you. I do. ”

Dropping the soil in my hand, I turn, hoping to find him there. The big, dark, beautiful creature from my dreams. There is no one there of course. I am dreaming again. Creating magic in my mind. Tears blur my vision. I am so tired of being alone. Of feeling as if I belong nowhere, with no one.

“ You belong with me. Daddy’s little girl. ”

“Stop it! Whoever is in my head...” I trail off as something hot floods my being.

Taking a shaking breath, I move from the garden, to lie on the cool grass. Closing my eyes, I ground myself, my fingers sinking into the dirt, breath coming fast. Focusing, I shove aside the fog, the fear, the facade of right versus righteous. Letting out a gasp, I shudder as I see him. Just as I thought I did last night, just as I remember him.

Valen. Sharp, coiling horns frame his beautiful face with his red eyes. His skin is dark, gray, battered, but it too is a beautiful sight. My hands itch to touch him once again. To feel that skin against mine, his big body pinning mine down, his tail wrapping around my throat. Oh, his tail, yes! His forked tongue lashing at my skin, savoring me.

“Valen...is it real? Am I not alone anymore?”

“ Oh, yes, little girl. Very real. Daddy will be back. Someone thought they could tear me from you. They were wrong. ”

Memories of last night filter through my mind, snapshots of him coming to me. Pleasure makes my body start to shake. His hands on me, his tongue on my skin, in my mouth, between my thighs. His...oh, his thick, swollen cocks filling me. I took them both, begging for more.

“Valen. I need you, you said...I could call your name if I needed you. I do.... daddy , I need you. I ache. I thought it was a dream.”

“ It was a dream, sweet bird. A dream this demon does not deserve. Yet you exist. You want me. You need me. Do you need daddy inside of you now, little girl ?”

Moaning, I nod. I remember he does not need me to speak. I tug my dress, pulling it up, up, the breeze cool on my feverish flesh. Earlier I touched myself before I stopped. I won’t now. I need to feel what I felt with my demon. To know the burning pleasure of his touch, his filthy whispered words, his claiming my body brought me.

“Yes, yes, please. You swore to me,” I cry out as my fingers rub at my bare pussy, sticky, swollen beneath my touch.

Something shimmers in the air. It vibrates the very earth I am spread out on. It is him. I moan as my touch speeds up, my thighs spreading for him. His is there, his huge, wide body fitting between my thighs. Pushing them back, bending me, his tongue lashes at my fingers, sliding inside of me.

“That’s a good girl. Called for Daddy, so here I am. I made a vow to you, bird. My needy little mate. Call for me, I will come. Oh, how sweet you taste. Nothing could keep me from this, from you, from how we need one another. Not even the King of Hades.”

Grasping his horns as he eats me, I nod. I am not sure what he means yet I know it to be true. Nothing can keep us apart. We’re magic. All those stories, those harsh words all my life were true. I am magic. My demon daddy is magic. We’re destined for one another.

“Daddy, please,” I whimper, stroking his horns as he sucks at my sex greedily. “I need it. I need you to remind me...oh, yes!”

His teeth sink into my thigh, piercing the flesh. He spoke of our mating, of the venom he floods my veins with. Now it courses through me once more. This must be how it feels to be drunk. To be high on a substance you grow addicted to.

I am addicted to my daddy mating me.

Beside me the earth trembles. I realize it is his tail thumping down on the warm grass as he sucks at my flesh. His venom is sweet and hot in my veins, pushing me towards a climax of such blinding pleasure, I am almost afraid of it. Clutching tightly to his horns, I hold him still, rubbing myself against his tongue that continues to lick my skin. Valen chuckles because he knows what I want.

“Greedy little girl. Daddy will give you what you need,” he hums against my thigh before another bite sends me over the edge.

“Oh! Don’t stop, daddy, don’t…I’m…yes, yes, I’m coming! I am going to come apart before you can get inside me. I want you inside me. Don’t you want to breed me, daddy? Don’t you want me to give you babies? Magic babies because we’re magic, yes, daddy?”

The pleasure-pain at my thigh vanishes. I whimper. Except he is there, looming over me, a twisted smile at his handsome face. Nodding, he grips the front of my dress with his talons, tearing it from me. I am not shy as he bares me to his hungry gaze. No, I preen for him. I love the way his eyes, black now with lust, eat me up.

“Yes, sweet girl, we’re magic, the two of us. Never believed I could find something so sweet . Something so damned perfect. I was miserable because I could never find you in a thousand other souls. Your magic is something never seen before. Special. Pure, yet so,” his voice vibrates as he lines up between my thighs, my seeking hands finding both of his cocks. “So damned filthy . For my soul. For me. Look how badly you want your monster inside of you. Fucking you raw, breeding you , owning you. Do it, little girl. Come sit on your throne, bird.”

Valen is huge yet he lets me take control, pushing him down on the grass beneath the setting sun. I climb atop him, hands holding his horns as his tail winds about my waist. I am fascinated with his manhood. They’re thick and long, bigger than I ever dreamt I could fit inside me. Stroking them, I see how they grow bigger, the rippled black flesh spiking with little rods of pleasure.

“Daddy,” I hum in a slutty little voice, finding that girl, that needy slut, just for him. “I took you so good before. I was such a good girl for you. No one else has ever been inside me. Yet, you fit these big, hard cocks inside my little body. I was made for you, to please you, to be your slut. Is that what I was always going to be?”

“Oh yes, you’re my little slut, bird. But you’ve got it wrong. I was created for you , Iris. Come sit on daddy’s cocks and take all the cum you want from me, for it is yours and yours alone. It was me always meant to be. Always meant to be your daddy. I was just waiting for you to be created for me. Oh, that’s a good girl, just like that, show me how you stuff those cocks inside you, little girl.”

Valen hisses out the sexiest sound as I feed first his thick, wide curved cock inside my dripping cunt. I rub it against my clit, both of us humming in pleasure. Reaching behind me, I find his other shaft, holding it gently, stroking it as I start to ride him. Pressing it against my ass, I push it past the tight ring, crying out as I am full again.

“That’s daddy’s girl. Yes, you do take me so good. Make yourself come on my cocks, little girl. Please yourself the way you deserve. The way you craved for so long before I found you. You won’t ever be alone now, Iris. I swear to you. He thinks he can take me from you, thinks he can have you. No one can. No one else can ever fucking have what is mine. All fucking mine!”

Taking control now, he sits up, his mouth closing around my nipple. I love the rough drag of his tongue over the budded flesh. His tail is tight on my waist as he pounds up into me. I claw at his shoulders, letting him fuck me, letting him take, letting him have what he needs, whatever he wants. Cradling his face in my hands, I tilt his head back, catching his gaze.

“No one else will ever have me. I would die first. I thought I dreamt you, daddy. Now I know…oh, oh, yes, yes, yes,” I pant as he bites at my nipple, flooding my body with his venom again. “Oh, daddy, yes! No one else will ever have my body or my soul.”

“I would kill you before I let someone take you from me. You have my spawn in your belly. My mark on your flesh, on your soul…on your pretty little heart. No one can have you. Just me.”

“Just you, daddy,” I pant against his mouth as he fills me over and over.

I watch in fascination as his eyes go silver as he fucks me softer, slower, savoring each stroke. My hand still cradles his face. Just as it did the night we met, there is a spark at my fingertips. I gasp as I watch his skin shimmer beneath my touch. Healing. Going from rough, ruined, to soft wherever my fingertips touch him.

“Valen…baby,” I whisper, dropping down close to trace my fingers over a wound I notice is fresh. “It..it…do you feel that?”

“Feel you teasing daddy with that tight cunt? Yes, little girl, now fuck those cocks or I’m going to punish you for teasing daddy.”

“Oh, daddy,” I cry out as his talons dig into me tauntingly.

Valen still just as quickly as he made the dirty demand. His silver eyes search mine before they blink back to red. Touching the dark, almost purple blood at his brow, I let out a hiss of anger. He has been hurt. How did I not notice? Could I be so greedy to be bred, to be used by his cocks, that I ignored someone wounded my mate?

“Iris. Do not even think it,” he growls, hands gripping me tight.

Tracing a few other wounds, I let out my own animalistic sound. My pussy flutters up his cock as I rock back on the other filling my ass. He is mine . I fooled myself it was just a dream because I could not bear the thought of truly finding a mate. Yet we’re here—we’ve found our soulmates, our other halves, broken, battered parts of our incomplete souls.

“Who hurt my mate? Who thinks they can have me? I will kill them. Hurt them as they have hurt you,” I hiss even as I start to rock again, chasing a churning coiling lust inside of me. Have to mark him, stamp a clear, glowing sign that no one else will have him, or ever hurt him again—without having to answer to me.

“Oh fuck,” Valen roars, as I rut wildly, moaning his name as I take, as I tear open gates to some new part of me, a place I had no idea was locked away. “That’s it, that’s daddy’s good girl. Show me. Show me the magic, Iris. Never hold back from me, mate.”

“Valen! Its…it’s so nice…feels so good. I want to let it touch me,” I cry out, rocking faster, clawing at his chest as I grow wild. “I am on fire. Doesn’t burn….it…. oh, baby, it glows! Golden, hot…oh, daddy!”

Coming hard as I slam down once more, thighs trembling as I soak us both, my cum hot, thick, creamy between us. Valen roars, claws piercing my skin as I choke his cocks, drawing everything from him. Not just rope after rope of cum, but the darkness of his soul, the pain of a past he runs from, sorrow for all hurt he caused.

“Take it, mate. From everywhere. From everyone. Take your magic. Let me see it. Show off for daddy.”

“Valen…daddy, I can heal what has hurt you. Will you let me?”

“Iris…if there is a soul that could heal this demon it is yours.”