Blind Faith Ch. 02: Bound by Mystery

Note: this includes drugs, consensual domination/submissive roles with intense emotional dynamics involving pansexual beings.

I ring the sale through the till. Bland music from my Nan's era lulls the oldies into staying longer, buying more.

I'm the only demon on the tills. The rest are in the warehouse or doing restock. I'm not as scary as the rest--exact words of my manager.

I blew him for the better job, I might add.

I smile saccharinely to the woman. 'Thank you for shopping. Please return.'

She doesn't even glance my way as she grabs her bag and leaves. I yell out, 'Next.'

The man stares at me with wide eyes and steps aside, letting the family go ahead. Fucking wanker. He scurries to the next human clerk in the line, avoiding my piercing glaze.

Demons came aground five hundred years ago. It's not like we're new, or trying to seize everyone's souls.

That's a human construct.

The tired mother offloads her full cart as her brood beg for candy at eye level.

'Shut up!' She yells. She's at her wits' ends. I reach down to my bag, for the lollies I bought earlier. I count up three and take the mother's hand. I ease a scant amount of my energy into her body as I offer the smaller bars we sell.

'Let them have these. My treat. That should see you out of here in peace.'

She relaxes as my energy seeps through her body. Her shoulders come down from around her ears. The worry-wrinkles marring her beautiful face smooth out. Her rapid breathing slows visibly. She doles out the treasures to the brats.

'Sit down. Don't move. Don't make a sound.'

The cackling chirps of her brood settle at her feet. Respect, woman.

I scan her large purchase, obviously taking advantage of back-to-school sales. 'I never get time off.' She complains.

I nod sympathetically.

She looks up at me--really sees me. I widen my wings slightly. Yes, they're really there.

'It must be amazing for you demons, having all those husbands to take care of your massive hordes.'

Ouch.

But I'm here to earn my minimum wage, not fix the world's stereotypes.

I grin, thinking fondly of my family. 'My mom and father work while Pops stays at home with us. Five of us in her horde, all within eight years.'

I meet her shocked glance. 'It's chaotic. I moved out the first chance I got.' I'm kipping on a couch before uni starts in an overfull home in the city. Anything to get away from Mom right now.

I finish her purchase just as the kids start clambering for her attention again. She scans her e-bracelet, gathering her bags in silence.

'Thank you and please return.'

I send a prayer to the gods, if they're listening, that she has accidental twins soon. Then I move onto the next customer.

My yell seizes in my throat when you step into sight--sardonic smile cool, emotions still. You place a skirt and a nice top on the counter.

My heart pounds instantly as I respond, I become aroused instantly--just seeing you.

'How's your day?' I start the normal script.

You lean over, giving everyone behind you a perfect view of your dancer's toned ass in those tight jeans. I swallow hard, licking my lips. Wishing I could crawl into your lap and stay there.

'I'm bored. When do you get off?' Your eyes tease me.

I scan the items. 'As often as I can.'

I concentrate on the scanner.

You laugh. 'Cute.'

I bite my lip. 'I try.'

I point to the till. '25 units, please.'

You take your bag, eyebrows raised--expectant. Your assumption floods my senses, thick and hot.

Then I realise what you're asking without words.

'No.' My voice is ice. 'If you leave those doors, I'll alert security.' I nod toward the exit.

I don't mind an hour's worth of treats for brats when it makes my day go smoother, but that wasn't part of our contract. I pay you for your energy through my subscription fees. That doesn't include freebies.

You huff, and scan your e-bracelet. 'Meet me after your shift tonight at the teahouse. I've found us another playmate.'

Without looking back, you leave.

Fuck. I still have three more hours, and my body's begging for a good session.

~*~

You wait for me in the afternoon sunlight, wearing your new outfit right off the racks. But somehow, you look so polished. So poised. Everything I wish I was.

Your arms crossed, you lean against the window. Watching me as I approach, always with that smirk. Your cool veneer covers a broiling emotional storm. You're excited. For me.

You take my hand as you kick off the wall. Again, your thick tights cling to toned, shapely legs. I yearn to feel them wrapped around my neck.

You lead me back to our unit, good ol' #4. I close my eyes, waiting for the blindfold to be placed. 'Why do you take away my vision?'

You lean closer. 'So you embrace your other senses.'

I gasp, biting my lip. It's clever, and true. Do you suspect?

You guide me to the left, the familiar soft bed hitting my legs and we stop. I open my mind, one other and they're already turned on. Breathing draws my attention.

You sit me down on the bed, then your warm hands leave me. Abandoned.

'You control him?' A male's voice asks. I can't tell which species.

'Yes,' you say.

I hear a buckle undone, a zipper undone, the dry rustling of clothes coming off. My body tingles in anticipation of what you have planned for me.

The wet sound of licking assaults my ears with his soft moans. 'You do that so well.'

Breathy suction follows. Jealousy spikes me in the chest. You're giving him a blow job?

Fuck. It should be me on my knees.

I hear you gag, slurp as you pop off his dick with a wet squelch. 'Do you trust me?'

His breathing is ragged. 'Yes. Fuck yes.'

You laugh. 'I summoned him for you. He will do what I say. He won't bite, unless you want him to.'

I smell precum, heavy in the air. 'Will he eat my soul?'

I cringe inward. Five gods-damned centuries later since the Obfuscation fell, and humans still ask that? Still looking for their devil under my skin. Like soul-eating's something we do for sport.

I hear you stand. Kissing him when it should be me. My body aches for your touch. Any touch.

'You asked to dance with the demon. To dominate one. I will guide you and keep you safe,' you say around sensuous kisses. 'I can't answer for your soul.'

Tension fills the air as his arousal spikes, and his guilt.

I begin to growl, deep in my throat, leaning toward your scent.

Fear pours from him. Desire burns brighter.

'Stop. I command you.' Your voice is sharp.

I quieten immediately, sitting up.

I hear shuffling, the sweaty scent of musky human male comes closer.

I snarl, baring my human teeth. I've figured it out.

This isn't just a scene for my pleasure. Or your control of me.

You're offering a Temptation to the gods, if they're listening.

He's the sacrifice. I'm his downfall. And you--you are the god who permits it.

Fuck yea, I can totally get into this fantasy.

I imagine him as that wanker who avoided me on purpose. He's got a face now.

I'm going to fucking ruin him.

'Lean forward. Open your mouth,' you command.

I grin like an idiot as I scoot to the edge of the bed, folding over my knees. Tongue out, waggling it luridly in the air and over my lips.

'I hunger,' I murmur lower than my normal voice. 'Sweat is good. Cum is better.'

The terror and lust spike in him. He starts to pray one of his new religion ditties. Won't do him any good, in case his god's not listening.

That's why we pray to all of them.

Your hand presses against the back of my head. The musk hits first--hot, human, wet. Then his tip brushes my tongue.

He screams. I flick my tongue wildly, feathering the head rapidly, teasing lashes. He groans. More of him presses into reach.

I imagine him watching--horrified and fascinated. So I make it a show. My tongue makes love to his hood, stroking underneath, over the crown, tracing every tender seam. Wet. Worshipful.

Then your hand taps my lips. A signal.

You press us together, his head enters my mouth. I bite lightly, just past the head--pressure sharp enough to threaten.

He jerks. 'Oh holy God, protect me from temptation--' His cock pulls against my teeth as he whimpers.

That's going to hurt. But I don't let go.

I wrap my lips around his shaft and suck--hard.

I suck so hard I imagine pulling blood through his skin. I draw a whisper of his life force, riding the same pulse.

He shivers, crying out--pain and pleasure tangled tight. He grabs my horns, thrusting into my face.

I bite hard for real, digging my teeth into his flesh as he drives deeper.

Fuck. They're not handles, asswipe.

His body slaps into my face as he screams out in raw pain. I reach up and grab his wrists, wrenching his hands from my horns. I pull his hands past me, pinning them to the bed. Pinning him deep into my throat as I gag. I pull back, unplugging my throat, coughing around his cock.

I haven't done that with a guy before.

'Zethixal, let go.' You command.

I resist the urge to push the human away as my wings flare. Fuck this. He wants the demon? I'll give him the demon.

I grab fists full of his bare, hairy ass cheeks, I growl around his cock. He whimpers, trying to push me off. Ineffectual. He wants this domination.

But I push him deeper, tip brushing my tonsils. I clamp down hard, sucking like my life depends on it.

A coppery tang floods my mouth--I broke skin. Good. He'll really feel this now.

Your temper flares. 'Zethixal!'

I spin him around, hefting him to the bed. Pounce. Drive him deep into my mouth again. I pump furiously.

Words spill around his cock, thick and muffled. 'What did he want?'

His emotions twist--terror still lingers, but lust floods over it. Bare, raw lust. Yearning.

This. Yes. This is what he wants.

His hips twitch, like his body's finally decided to stop lying. His hands curl into the sheets. He moans, louder this time. Not from fear, but need.

I grin around his cock. Good. Now we're telling the truth. You don't avoid us because you hate us. You desire us.

'Deep throat, then your ass.'

Job scope: delivered.

I lay flat on the bed, driving my throat open.

I hold my breath, and force his cock down, all the way.

I gag.

He screams, thrusting wildly, but I barely feel him. My throat burns, eyes water--none of it's for him.

It's for you.

I shove deeper, chocking around him, just to feel your emotions crack open. Then I listen--mind wide, senses stretched.

There.

Shock.

Pride.

Desire.

Lust.

Your hunger surges. I've got you now.

His hips hammer against my chin, wailing prayers or curses. I don't care. He's not the point.

You are.

I pull back, gasping for breath around his cock, and smile.

Humans are so fucking stupid.

He thinks this is about his dick.

This?

This is worship.

And he's too dull to even know who the alter belongs to.

You join us on the bed, your face right next to mine. Eyes burning with desire. 'Deeper,' you purr. 'Let him use your horns. Do this and I'll blow you, stud.'

My breath catches. I hesitate.

Not because I can't.

But because you asked.

I reach out, prying his hands from the sheet as he gasps for breath, watching. Waiting. I rest them back on my small C-shaped horns, and brace myself.

He lets out an animal scream as he slams me down to the root. My face crushed into his balls. My head forced to bob with each ragged thrust--his rhythm now, not mine.

My eyes burn. Tears spill.

My throat convulses around him, gagging, choking, again and again. I flare my wings with every thrust, knowing it adds to the show.

But you stay right beside me. Close enough to taste. Your breath burns hot on my cheek.

'That's it, Pet. Get him close but don't let him come.' You croon, stroking my wings.

I'm so dripping I could be a fucking slippery slide.

I draw lightly on his energy, tasting it again as I gasp. At the peak--just before--I roar, ripping myself away, leaving him humping into empty air.

He breaks, crying out. You pin his hands to the bed, silencing any hope of relief.

He begins to cry.

I wipe the creamed spittle from my face, cleaning up.

Deliberately, I reach for a glass of water on the dresser, noticing my blindfold has slipped.

After the drink, I glance over my shoulder. He lies there being stroked gently by your soft hand as you whisper to him. Spent. Broken. That wild moment when he grabbed my horns, thrusting like he'd lost all control--that's when he finally broke.

His shame radiates. But deeper still, a part of him still wants.

I settle the blindfold back into place and turn to face you again.

'Ass,' I say flatly.

You promised.

~*~

I don't know how you pull it off. But this guy never suspects I'm a lady. He pets my bare ass like it's sacred and profane all at once, his touch heavy with reverence and disgust as you ease lube deep in me.

All I care about is the delicate kisses and suction you press against my clit.

I groan, mashing my hips, my folds over your nose. Your tongue slips in to drink my juices. Oh my gods. My wings quiver.

How the fuck does this guy not know?

You never say a word, but your hand leaves my ass. As his head kisses my bud, I feel your arm moving. You must be guiding him in this final temptation.

He murmurs Hail something under his breath the whole time, but he never shies away from your guidance.

His head knocks, pressing harder, pushing against my reluctant sphincter. I clamp down tight, every muscle maxed out, resisting.

You whispered he wanted a virgin.

Any demon older than fourteen and virginity--of any hole--is a myth. Not part of our faith.

His whispers get louder as his head pushes, easing my hole open.

Pop--ridge disappears into my ass. My wings flare wide as I cry out.

'Fuck, yeah! Gods, your human dick is massive.'

It isn't.

He sinks deep, swallowed by my greedy sphincter. I hear a sharp slap, then another, your hand spanking him--the signal he's good to go.

He grabs my hips, pulling me towards him, mashing his waist against my bare cheeks.

'You filthy demon. I'm gonna make you wish you were never conjured.'

Why do humans scream that out? So fucking cliché.

I straddle your face, legs spread wide as your tongue drags worship over my slick folds. Your breath hitches against my skin, and I push hard into your mouth, desperate for that fire only you can spark.

The evolved monkey in my ass pounding away behind me? Just a silver lining.

His hips drive deep with frantic need. The slick slap of flesh on flesh fills the room, and I get wetter knowing you watch him ream me from the front row. His balls must brush your forehead with every slam.

I quiver, everything pushing me forward--but you didn't give permission, so I hold my breath and focus on your toes.

Then a thought hits me.

We're the same height.

Bouncing below me is your crotch.

Beckoning. Tempting me like a siren.

I envision your salty tang sinking into my mouth as I lick your folds. Oh fuck. I slip my conscience through your skin and open the link. I don't have permission, but you didn't say anything about yourself. Loopholes, baby.

Your tongue hesitates as you gasp--then drives hard as you perfect your touch--not that you need improvement. You hone your focus on my clit. You suck fiercely, holding my ass apart so he can go deeper.

Your hips begin to thrust in perfect time with his--two rhythms pounding through me, a symphony of raw power and fire.

Lust surges through me, knowing that you fuck yourself through my body, feeling his cock deep in side you. I drown in the pressure, the sharp scrape of tongues, the primal pulse of bodies synced in glorious worship.

My wings flutter, caught in the tangled heat of your altar.

I draw heavily from your energy pool, tipping you over the edge. The ripple hits me instantly--raw, unfiltered ecstasy blazing through my senses. You cry out, voice muffled against me, as I gasp.

'Please, Master. Please. Release me. Unbind this soul before I shatter.' I beg.

He thrusts hard, burying his cock so deep his balls dance against my skin. I feel his cock pulse as his balls pump jizz deep into my ass.

He collapses over me, shuddering. Relief radiates from him. 'It's done. No god can save me now. My soul's yours now.' He laughs, wrecked.

His cock pops out as he steps away, I hear him smack against the wall. The sharp, tart scent of human spunk hangs heavy in the air. Something snaps, then hits the wall behind us, falling to the floor.

'He just ripped off the symbol of his religion,' you pant. The laughter bubbles up within you, I feel your mastery as you push it back down.

He gathers his jeans and runs from the bedroom, down the hallway.

I roll off you, releasing you from that pressure. 'Are you okay?'

You hop up, the bedroom door closes. I hear the snick of the lock.

From down the hallway, the muffled sound of someone hurling echoes behind the door.

'You were such a good girl. But a naughty girl. You didn't tell me everything about you.'

My eyes widen. My heart races. My body burns for release--but confusion claws at me.

You kneel on the bed, your emotions predatory. Your mouth clamps down on my ass as you ream my hole with your tongue.

Your talented hand sneaks forward. 'You may come now, Pet,' you say, muffled against my skin.

I hump your hand hard, pain mixed with pleasure as I fuck your knuckles wildly. Not once do you slip from slurping my ass.

I understand by now. You like the spunk. Honey, it's all yours.

Your energy courses through me, pushing me over. I bear down as heat floods through me, sharp and sweet, tightening every nerve. My breath stutters, chest rising and falling faster. A fierce, tumbling wave crashes from deep within, stealing my voice and leaving raw and undone--shaking, burning, and utterly alive.

You spoon me from behind, stroking my hair. 'I could feel his emotions. Why?'

I shiver. 'You pick up on stuff because you care. You read our bodies so well.'

I lie.

I sever the link between us, settling into your warm embrace.

You've kept your promise. But I never agreed to spill all my secrets.

'You were uncomfortable with the deep throat. Perfect that technique and I'll let you have me any way you want.'

I smile. Homework. I love homework.