I goddess damn loved this shifter. He saw my scars, my trauma, and instead of trying to erase them, he protected them. "I am giving it now, Emon."
His fury lightened slightly and I could see the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth as he studied me in the demon's wing.
"This is fucking ridiculous,"he growled through our bond.
"We don't have time for this," the demon snarled, "that feathered head only lasts a heavenly seven minutes if we are lucky, we need to move."
Emon turned on him, fangs lengthening, "That's not my problem, demon, it's yours. I'll hide within the confines of the shadows. Your kin are too fucking pissed outside to take notice of me."
The demon's body vibrated before he released a dark laugh, the wing holding me not even straining. Stretching his opposite wing out wider, he grinned. "You may have blood coating your hands shifter but you're not a completely immoral depraved beast without a soul…to them you smell like a sweet fucking virgin and they will be like flies on honey the moment you step out of this place. Only my cum would stop them from finding you in your shadows at this point."
I guffawed at the matter-of-fact way the demon rationalized his stance and the darkening features of Emon’s face, likely thinking about being marked by the essence of another male.
Emon purred in my head, "You like that idea, don't you?"
I licked my lips, it did seem intriguing.“Perhaps.”
The demon looked between us, watching our exchange with gleaming eyes. "Sorry to disappoint you little goddess but I’m in no mood to fuck a fae tonight. Your beastly lover wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway."
Amused, I cooed at Emon,"You hear that shifter, he thinks you cannot handle him."
My soulmate's eyes glowed even brighter."I always love it when beings underestimate us."
I laughed, the sound carrying within the yurt, but still not loud enough to be heard over the drums. Emon was good at playing the underestimated bait. Not many would play that card buthe did, a patient predator, striking when you least expected it. His cunning was my equal in every way.
Again, the demon huffed and stretched his opposite wing out wider, fixing Emon with a hard expecting look. "Cut the shit, fae. Now hurry along shifter king and let us be done with this."
Emon cursed, smoothing his hand over his braided hair, his claws sheathing and unsheathing. With a harsh sigh, he pulled his shoulders back and stepped towards the large expanded wing.
Zazion shuddered, with what I could only assume was disgust as he quickly wrapped Emon tightly within, like he was scum he had to suffer touching. The slight stiffening was the only indication the additional weight from my shifter caused him any strain within his enclosed hold.
"We speak of this to no one," Zazion added, before turning toward the entrance.
Emon chuckled softly. "Oh I don't know about that…sharing that demon’s cuddle is a great start to a story over a stiff drink."
I hummed in agreement. "Yes and with their treasured wings no less. I am told wings are quite sensitive."
"Shall we test that theory, little umbra," Emon teased.
"You may try, fae, but it will be the last breath you take," the demon snarled softly before wrenching aside the heavy fabric of the yurt.
Swaying with each heavy step the demon took, I blinked over the ridge of his wing at the sudden bright light of roaring towers of fire, quickly using the demon's shadows to hide my peering eyes while watching the debauched spectacle. My curiosity of beasts had always been my greatest weakness and that's what these beings were in their raw form.
From my minimal view I could see demons of all shapes and sizes dancing and fucking around the multiple fires. Their screeching and roars echoed along with the thundering drumbeats and steady slapping of sodomizing flesh.
A beautiful naked human woman was suddenly thrown in the wake of Zazion's steady prowl, her deep blue eyes raised up towards mine through the mess of long blonde hair—pleading, but there was no way she could actually see me.
I stiffened in Zazion's wing, the pull to help her consuming all my senses, especially when another grotesque demon landed directly behind her, raising her hips up and impaling her with one swift thrust straight into her ass and rutting her into the ground.Seeing the wings of the powerful Zazion she clawed at the ground reaching for them. Her efforts were thwarted however when the lusting savage behind her yanked her hair back, raking open her skin with his claws as his other hand pawed at her breast, never stopping his vicious thrusting.
With fury I reached towards the shadows. I would stuff them down this demon's throat and suffocate him without anyone ever knowing I was here.
"Don't," growled Zazion, turning his head down towards me, whispering quietly, not even bothering to acknowledge the vicious assault. "That is not a human woman, Goddess of The Well. They are called Rakshasa. Evil entities that change their form to manipulate others. They are like sirens relying on your soft morality to draw you in and then they eat your soul. Perhaps at one time they were once human and deserved mercy but then again they have been judged by the Redeemer on earth and sent here." The demon shuddered at that, as if he feared thisredeemer. "Demons do actually have a job here in Hell, fae. We are to make sure their suffering has no end."
After a brief pause, he faced forward recognizing that I would not do anything foolish for now. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop watching. A second demon had joined his comrade with a club in hand, kicking them over and he squatted, impaling the Rakshasa with his spiked weapon, thrusting it in and out of the creature's body while taking his long cock in hand, pumping it fiercely to the drums. The demon beneath them roared, his thrusting following his brethren’s rhythm.
"Fortunately for demons we do not hold the same moral guidelines as other species might, and have no problem with their manipulative screams…we find pleasure in it." Zazion added as the violent assault escalated.
Opening my aura sight, I grimaced. Zazion was right, there was nothing redeemable about the Rakshasa. I had seen many auras in my lifetime but nothing equated to this…it was putrid and sinister, a patchwork of other auras surrounding it, grieving souls it had consumed.
