Page 5 of My Daddy is a Demon (Demons for Hire)

Valen

Lying beneath bright skies with a sweet breeze blowing, holding the sweetest, softest creature I have ever known, I taste what happiness must be. It was never something I ever thought I would touch. I was a miserable human before my death which is how I wound up down below. I was suited for Hades, the king of hell said.

Hades was where I believed I belonged. Until stepping through voids between words, beyond the veil demons use to hide behind. I was a miserable man who never knew love or peace. It was a foreign concept—yet I knew how to laugh, how to taunt, how to use others for what I wanted, to fulfill my needs.

“I would give you anything, little bird,” I whisper as I comb through her hair, her body rising and falling with each breath I take. “I would be anything for you, Iris. You might be the most powerful creature I have ever come across.”

Iris beams from my praise, sitting up to gaze down at me. It is nightfall with a copper moon hanging overhead. Her skin shimmers in the dim glow, her beautiful tits, wide hips, all of her brightening as I make those vows. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I press a hand over her stomach gently.

Beneath my palm, our child grows. I sense him. He will be powerful too, thanks to his mother. Because she is unlike any other source of magic I’ve ever seen. Born of a witch she said. With a shifter father. That alone would be a powerful combination. There is more there, beneath her surface. Generations of lovers crossing lines to create a magic of divination, evocation, summoning, even elevation or healing abilities.

Even now, her fingers trace over battle scars from a war I long ago fought. Her touch does not erase the scars entirely. Yet, they soften, even the memory of how I earned them fading. It is a powerful, intoxicating sensation to let someone take control of you body and soul this way. In a way far beyond us being lovers or forever mates.

“You have, Valen,” she hums as she falls forward with a beaming smile. “Love after a lifetime of loneliness. Pleasure I had no clue I could crave, yet alone savor. Is it true? Am I…. will we have a child soon, daddy?”

Smirking up at her, I nod. Because again, we do not need to speak words to share things. “In just a few months, we will have our first together, little bird. Our magic means our little ones will be here sooner than most mortal births. We might be able to have another soon after, for our child to never know loneliness.”

Iris’ beaming smile widens. It was all she ever wanted. Someone to love, who loved her. Someone to care for, to tend to, to give to. I am blessed to be that for her. To create a clan together with her. I will get the gift of watching her become her true self, a mother, a wife, a healer, a force to be reckoned with.

“I want lots of babies, Valen. We can create our clan, show them how to love, how to grow the world around us, and how to come back from the darkest of places,” Iris’ voice drops as she cradles my face in gentle hands. Lowering her head, she brushes her mouth over mine. Over my brow, my temple, the base of my curled horns. Each press of her lips fixes a part of me. Restores a little of something I have lost.

“You said before I saved you. Wrong, little bird. You saved me. Called to me before I knew I had to heed your calls. I was a monster. Yet you loved me the moment you saw me, horns, scars, wicked tail, wrecked soul and all. There was no hesitance, no fear, no recoil. Iris, you looked at me and…you saw me, you loved me, you claimed me.”

Lowering her head, she walks her fingertips up to trace my horns, sparking magic from her fingertips. Pleasure burns inside of me. Her mouth brushes against mine, her tongue coming out to taste me. I need her. I need her to exist, to go on. I might not deserve to have this beautiful turn of events—I know I do not—yet I will not give it up.

“He will not take me. Not you either, daddy,” she hums against my mouth, hand moving to cover where my half-dead heart lays. “I am not letting go what I have just found. You belong to me. My savior. My mate. My big daddy,” she moans the last words, rubbing her soft body against mine as her strokes on my horns taunt my cocks.

“I worship you now, Iris. Nothing else, no one else, not Hades or even…him,” I gasp the last word because we’re not alone. He is here.

“I’ve come for the pussy that has tried to steal you from me, Valen,” His voice booms, sending a twist of rage twirling inside of me.

Pushing up, I tuck my mate behind me as protective wave washes over me. I will not let him near her. Won’t let him touch her. Behind me, Iris goes tense as if the same thoughts run through her mind. I smile. Because He has come without understanding I am the least of his worries now

Iris has all the power here—not two diminutive demons.

“Alas, we must disappoint you, Bael,” I taunt with a chuckle.

“Why would I be disappointed,” he responds as he leers at her bare body, his black eyes glowing with lust. “From all I see, there is much to savor of your little pet. Before I feast on her soul I will feed off of her pussy. I will even let you witness all I plan to do to her.”

Acting fast, I position myself between Iris and the looming threat of Bael. Lowering to a crouch, I wait a heartbeat before I launch forward. My fist slams into his head, rocking it back. His knee connects with my jaw, stunning me. Circling slightly, I never give him enough chance to advance towards my mate.

“This will be fun. It has been a lifetime since you grew so bold, Valen of Valencia. Always such fun, we have together.”

Growling at Bael, I shove him with a push of dark energy that sends him sprawling back. Swinging my tail round to wrap around his throat, I lift him back up, his long, spindly legs dangling. He gasps but his fanged teeth flash as he smiles down at me. Grunting as his own dark energies start to pull me apart without him having to lift a finger, I let him drop to the ground, sputtering.

Bounding towards him again, I flick my wrist, calling my talons back out. Have to put them away whenever I am cuddling with my mate. With a quick wave of my hand, I slice his throat, down his sternum, all the way to his gut. It will wound him, sure, but he will be able to stop the worst of it before it tears him apart the way I want.

Searing pain screams in my head as his own talons tear into my skull. I cry out, but I do not go down. It will hurt, but it will heal. Hell, it might heal faster now that I’ve had Iris’ touch. Those wounds from my last run in with Bael, before she called me to her earlier, are gone.

“Hmm, I smell her sweet on you, big guy. I am hurt. Thought you saved that cock just for me. Never were a loyal lover, were you?”

“Lover implies feelings, Bael. Never had a single feeling for you.”

“Ouch. Wound me with actions, trickster, not words.”

My tail goes for his throat again, the flared end becoming a sharp barb. It pierces his skin, but he twists away fast, tearing free of me. I grunt as he whips his own tail out, swiping fast to send me on my ass. I grunt as he leaps on top of me, talons digging into my shoulders, my hips, pinning me down as they sink into my flesh.

Bael chuckles again, snapping his head back to leer at my mate. Something breaks loose inside of me. Whatever gate that kept me from becoming total darkness swings shut. I have done dirty deeds most of my life. I have hurt a thousand souls. I’ve ended lives as I laughed. What I have never done is show any sort of refrain.

For Iris, for a woman who has changed me overnight, I will do whatever it takes to love her. Even if it means being soft. Showing mercy to those who have been merciless. I do not know how to win without treachery or tricks, yet I am certain I will be the winner.

“You do like watching still, don’t you, friend? Will it be as hot as that time you watched me mount that poor pastor? Remember how he cried? Might be better than the time we shared that little fae. Those tricks of yours sure made her laugh, yeah? Well, before we took our turns with her, of course,” he taunts, bringing pain back to some of the places Iris has been able to erase it.

“One time, I killed a bird,” a new voice hums above our hisses and hums through the air if lyrics over a melody. “It was not a mistake. I meant to do it. Because I was curious. How does it feel to be cold, to be bad, to be indifferent. I did not care for it. Still, it came to me with ease. I could not know it was magic that made it that way.”

There she is, standing over us, scraps of her dress covering her sexier spots. I tell myself to praise her for later her modesty with what is mine. Twisting her beautiful mouth is a smile unlike any I’ve seen on those perfect lips before. I smile too. Even as pain flares hot inside of me, my wounds bleeding all over the earth, I am healing for her.

I am healing because of her.

Grinning up at Bael as he frowns at her words, I laugh. I do love to laugh. It is the way she looks now, wild, free, uncaged by her connection to me, mine to hers. There is no fear in her beautiful face. No hesitation as she stares down a demon who has never seen her magic. Never been witness to the beauty that is my sweet little bird.

“What…how can…what are you?”

“Oh, you poor thing. You have no idea, do you? Bael, honey, I am the end of you.”