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- Cathryn Fox Knocking On Demon's Door (pdf)
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away? The Fae snaked around him until they stood face to face and lapped slowly at the tears
rolling over Leinad s cheeks. Mmm. No, you still grieve. His eyes traveled over Leinad s face,
and the Fae appeared to be enraptured by his pain. You are beautiful in your grief.
Daniel, please
You are Daniel, not myself, the creature warned sharply.
Leinad s heart jumped at the anger in the Fae. He fought the urge to fall in supplication
before it. The Fae was only a little taller than Daniel had been, he was more slender, but even his
body hadn t changed much beyond that. No, the biggest changes were in his face. None of
Daniel remained.
Instead, Leinad stood before a being who might easily have been a model for one of
Botticelli s angels. His face was soft, almost childlike. His cheekbones sat low, allowing for a
smooth roundness instead of the sharp angles Leinad had grown so accustomed to. His nose was
small, pert and rounded at the end. His lips were full and dainty, his eyes shaped like almonds,
his eyebrows thin and sculpted above them. Those brows and eyes were striking as the rest of the
creature s skin was coal black, but his eyes still held that whiskey tone and a golden glow that
highlighted the rest of his features like a match lit in the darkness of night. The eyebrows and
hair were a deep brownish gold and glistened as if they were made of spun glass, each strand
crystalline and remarkable.
Then it smiled again, and Leinad balked, arched back as far as he could with those long,
talon tipped fingers holding him. The Fae didn t have a mouth full of sharpened teeth like many
Fae he d met. The lower and upper front teeth were flat and normal, but the three to each side of
them were wickedly curved on top. Those fangs glistened in the light from his eyes, and Leinad
hardened at the thought of them digging deep into his flesh.
Hardened? That wasn t right.
Dust.
He bucked and fought against the hold of the creature that had destroyed him so
completely, but the Fae was too strong. It pressed him back until he felt the cheap motel mattress
at the back of his legs. Then it toppled him onto it, followed him down, sloughing off dust like a
snake shedding its skin. The addicting substance fell in flurries around them. Leinad squeezed
his eyes shut, tried to hold his breath, but that full perfect mouth closed upon his, painted his lips
with the wonderful drug, breathed it into him, and moaned. The sound resounded through his
entire being, and he sobbed out a broken response, arched into the unwanted touch.
Please, he begged against that wicked mouth. Please don t&
Hush, little Chimera. The whisper swept through him with the force of a lightning bolt.
It was his master talking, and his body longed to listen even as his mind fought against the need.
You are so pretty when you cry, exquisite when you fight so hard. Cry for me now, my pet. Cry
harder. I want to drink in your tears.
Leinad couldn t help but obey. The horror of his weakness had already wrung tears from
his eyes. His broken heart, the loss of his Daniel fueled them, and his inability to fight his captor
kept them flowing. A hard cock was thrust against the crotch of his slacks, and he moaned
helplessly, pushed back against the delicious pressure and begged his body to pull away. It was
no use. The Fae covered him with its hard, compact body and thrust over and over, painting the
seam between Leinad s legs with its interest.
Please& It was softer this time. To Leinad s horror, he realized that he was begging for
his own rape. He would willingly chain himself to the Fae again if he couldn t pull away.
But it was Daniel behind the claws and horror Daniel had to be there, somewhere.
If he wasn t, then none of it mattered, because Leinad had opened himself to the Fae for a
year willingly, because it presented to him a human face and heart.
Daniel, he pleaded. Please, Daniel.
I am called Veska. This is the name you will scream from this moment on. The Fae
growled. It thrust so hard that it tore the sodden seam of Leinad s pants and surged into him
painfully.
Leinad cried out and thrashed against his attacker, tried to throw him off, to get the hard
length out of him, tried to breathe without inhaling dust, but he couldn t, and the will to fight
against his captor waned in the light of his lust for the Fae.
Please& Veska.
It thrust again and Leinad cried out in passion, not pain. He choked, tears still coursed
over his face, but he couldn t stop. He needed, he needed that hard shaft deeper inside of him, the
hot body more fully on top of him. Needed the taste of the Fae upon his tongue. Its dust filled
sweat slick and dripping over him fueled the mindless hunger, pushing down the fear and hate.
He needed.
Veska gave him what he needed. It buried itself completely inside of him, somehow went
deeper, until Leinad was more filled than he d ever been before. He was spread to the point of
pain and writhed happily in the limbo between agony and bliss.
Leinad bucked his hips to meet the Fae; his opening ached with need and want. His mind
a haze of animal desire drove him on. More! More please more! he begged and bucked,
undulating against his owner, his master, his world.
And the master provided, shoving so hard that everything went black, silent, numb. All of
his senses shut down but for the harsh, wonderful sensations centered on his owner s claiming of
him. Every bit of sensation came from Veska, a gift that built harder and heavier until that last
thread of control broke inside of him and he came, screaming mutely into the Fae s perfect lips.
Veska growled its own completion and collapsed on top of him. The magnificent cock
still inside of him twitched now and again. The movement against abused muscles made him
jump and flinch, moan and want all over, but the dust slowly sank into his skin, wore off of his
psyche while it grabbed hold of his body. Even as his arms pulled the Fae closer and his legs
wrapped around it in renewed need, Leinad s soul screamed.
Beautiful, wonderful little Chimera, it cooed to him. Sweet Daniel, you are a treasure,
aren t you.
Leinad s lips smiled. His cock filled and his body turned into the embrace of the Fae
inside of him. In his mind, however, a silent scream continued.
Chapter Five
Veska stood in front of a human girl who wore a ceremonial robe and a broad, white-
toothed smile. To his side a man and woman hugged each other and beamed at the girl and a
jean-clad boy poked fun at her good-naturedly. They were a family, the younger girl and boy a
clear combination of the dirty blond hair and aquiline features of the father and the redheaded,
pixie faced mother. A glance at the sliding glass doors before him found a similar face upon
himself.
All motion ceased, even the candles on the cake didn t waver, not a hair stirred on the
heads of the humans. If someone could bottle the full-hearted joy that only humans, in all their
brevity, could feel& He imagined that joy would resemble this moment.
Outside though, Veska watched the storm rage.
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