Chapter 2 - Luxurious Dinner

Talia

My stomach is in knots, and I'm dizzy from being carried on a hard shoulder like a hunting trophy. The demon underneath me is too big for me to fight, and my life couldn't possibly get any worse.

"We are finally at my cave," the demon says in a language I can't understand, and I shudder.

I have no idea where I am or how to get back home, and I whimper when the demon grips me. The demon's huge hands lift me off his shoulder like I'm weightless, and then he places me down on the ground. 

We are in some sort of cave. Not on the face of the earth, I'm sure. Is this a nightmare? Am I dreaming right now?

I feel movement behind me, and I lift my chin.

My new demon buddy towers above me. How tall is he?!

Now that I have time to take him in, I do.

Or I try to, but he is seriously huge. It's hard.

I stare into his lower abs which are far under his large pectoral muscles. His head is a mile away, and my throat turns dry as I continue to take him in.

He looks like that demon on my book cover: golden skin with a tattoo covering his chest, black feathered wings, an arrow-shaped tail, short black hair, and golden horns.

Did I somehow get sucked into my book?!

As I'm pondering on this, the demon steps closer. It sets off warning bells inside my head. He is standing way too close, and my heart pounds faster. I am still determining what he wants.

In the skies, the demon almost gave me an orgasm with his hand alone; now, he is giving me bedroom eyes. 

Does he want to eat me or sleep with me?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask my captor while he stares me down with glowing eyes. 

No response. 

I nervously take in his features. He is sort of… Cute. The book cover guy was eye-catching, and while this guy looks like him, facing a real-life monster is different. 

My blood is boiling. I find the demon fearsome, but damn, my new buddy's body is gorgeous. He looks like a sex god. My lady parts are so confused right now...

The demon tilts his head at me, smiling. "Hello."

What did he say? I don't know whether to run away or not, and I end up staring at him.

"Are you hungry?"

Uh, what did he say now?

I continue to stare.

His eyes are more orange than autumn leaves and lack a pupil. Instead, they are blazing like flames, a reminder we are not the same species. I wonder how intelligent this creature is.

Not that it matters. Demon dude is going to eat me. He dips his head, and I shut my eyes, feeling his nose twitch close to my ear. My hands are so tightly clenched I can feel my nails cutting into my skin. Yet I don't dare to move as the creature inhales.

He breathes in and LICKS my cheek.

What the fuck, man?!

Is the demon also a pervert?

"No!" I shout. "Don't do that!"

I back and push at his chest, regretting it, when I realize he probably didn't even feel it. 

Shit. 

What if he pushes me back now?

Though, maybe that's a good thing?

I should punch him to agitate him, make him kill me quicker so I won't have to become the victim of some sort of sick, perverted play. But to my horror, my pussy is working against me.

Ever since this creature got near, I've felt drawn to him. The demon should terrify me. 

"Why did you push me?" the demon speaks nonsense again and walks up to me. I stand deathly still, shivering, when his large hands skim over my clothes on a path to my belly. 

"Do you like it when I touch you?"

I might not understand him, but his voice is deep and husky, and he smells nice. 

"I can smell your arousal, my sweet mate."

More of his weird language, but goddamn, why does his touch make me feel so good? I'm sure there is a spot between my legs, which is humiliating.

I try to clench my legs together to hide it, but my friend has already noticed the spit. 

He breathes a laugh; that sound I understand. Is he amused by my wetness?!

All of a sudden, he crouches in front of me. I stare as his horns are right in front of me, but he sinks lower than that. I wait and shriek when he presses his nose between my thighs. 

What the fuck?!

I stare down at his. His nose is pressed to my crotch, black feathered wings folded neatly behind his back. There is inhalation, and something within me snaps.

"Not there, you dick!" I flick my hand over his head, glaring at him. He stares up at me, and I push at his head. "No!"

I don't expect it to work. My new "friend" is enormous and could do whatever he wanted with me. But he tilts his head, blinks, and studies me instead of pressing his nose back to my crotch.

A few long seconds pass with neither of us moving, and the demon returns to smelling me. This time I slap the demon's head, which makes him hiss and show me his teeth.

Woah, okay! Sharp, scary canine teeth—I back away from him with my heart hammering inside my ribcage. I expect the demon to force himself on me, but he is rubbing the spot where I hit him.

It makes me feel a little bit guilty. What if his people are like dogs and smell each other to say hello?!

"Look... I'm sorry I slapped your head, but I don't want you near my private parts," I giggle because that's not entirely true.

There is a weird humming going on in my body, which freaks me out. Since when do I find giant demons with tails and horns sexy? He has flipping wings too!

My attention goes to his lips when he mutters something, but he doesn't seem all that mad when he stands up. He doesn't lash at me. Those blazing eyes meet mine, and then he walks further into the cave.

No revenge hit?

Perhaps he is entirely a barbarian...

I take the time to look around and realize this must be his home. The walls of the cave are filled with items. Baskets of various sizes, there are furs in one corner, probably for sleeping. Then in the middle, it looks like a fireplace. Rocks form a circle.

So the demon took me to his home? Interesting. Are his intentions friendly, or does he plan to hurt me?

The demon searches for something in a basket. My eyes stay glued on his bubble butt. 

Wow. 

My new "friend" is ripped, and that ass? I want to bite it. The demon is wearing pants, but they can't hide his round cheeks. 

I watch that ass until a dead fish is suddenly thrown down by my naked feet.

Er, okay...

I stare at the fish. 

It's gooey and blue, and the head isn't even cut off. Disgusting. Is this a threat? Like, "What happened to this fish could also happen to you," or something?

Shivers creep up my spine.

I look back at the demon, who stares back. His eyes are blazing even more, and I see him pick up a fish for himself. He holds it out, clearly wanting me to look at it, and then he eats it with slow bites.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Wait.

Is he... Is he trying to feed me?

No, that can't be it.

But the purring sound and his whipping tail. I must say some of his qualities are rather cat-like.

"Yeah, buddy, I'm not eating that fish."

He frowns, and strangely enough, I feel the need to apologize.

"I'm sorry, but I don't eat raw—"

The demon walks up to me, and before I know it, he makes these choking, gurgling sounds. Fuck-fuck-fuck. Is he about to feed me like a mama bird with her little babies?! Ew!

"No!" I panic and push at his stomach. "I don't want it! Please don't puke, please don't puke, please—"

Chewed fish parts land on my arm. Warm, sticky, and half-eaten. I lift my head, and the demon looks very pleased with himself.

He nods at the goo, wanting me to eat it.

"No, thank you," I say, disgusted. "I'm... I'm not hungry."

He frowns at me when I don't eat what is offered but doesn't try to force the food down my throat. I know he can't understand me, and I withdraw my arms from him, letting the fish splat onto the ground.

My demon friend sighs heavily, slumping his shoulders, then stalks off further into the cave again.

I get this weird feeling he is frustrated that I didn't eat. Why is that? Is he trying to fatten me up like a pig before the slaughtering?

I eye him again and shudder. The cave is rapidly growing colder, and looking toward the entrance, I notice it's darker outside. If this is a dream, it's a very vivid one.

I'm freezing. The only clothes I'm wearing are my pajamas. It shocks me that my demon friend seems fine. He is even taking off clothes while standing by the furs. Is he going to sleep?

My eyes lock on him, and he makes this purring sound again. It's like he enjoys having my attention while he slips off his pants. And holy shit. I knew he had to be huge based on his stature, but oh my god.

I can't peel my eyes off that thing. 

Thick, long, and hard. 

I salivate on the spot, which freaks me out. That thing isn't human. It's massive and bobs against his lower abs.

It's shaped like a cock. But much larger, and there are ridges on it. The shape is a little bit different too, yet despite that, I still find the cock sexy. I continue to stare and the demon mumbles something when I draw a sharp breath of air.

But no matter what, I can't get enough oxygen. 

A buzz starts in my belly, and my breaths turn heavier. The demon grabs his dick, eyes definitely challenging mine. I shouldn't get hot and bothered by this, but I am.

The head is shaped like a giant mushroom, and I watch to see more, but the demon disappears under one of the furs. He smirks at me, seeming to understand I find him attractive.

And woah, slow down! Since when do I find him handsome? Shit. Is it even worth hiding that fact? I was terrified of him at first. I'm still wary, yet I can't deny that he is hot.

He is tall and muscular, thickly built, and has this glow to his skin that I find intriguing. I'm also interested in his other body parts: horns, wings, and that arrow-shaped tail he has.

My thoughts are interrupted by the wind coming through the cave, and a violent shudder passes through me. I never got any sleep, and my eyes are rather heavy-lidded.

I cross my arms over my chest. Running away isn't an option with the weather being so cold. I would freeze to death.

"Come over here."

My eyes travel to the demon. 

He speaks in his weird tongue again, watching me with curious eyes. I don't know what he wants, but I stare when he holds the fur open, tapping the area next to him.

Does he wish for me to join him?

That's crazy. It's even crazier that I'm considering it because what other choice do I have if I don't want to freeze? Cuddling up to a demon is mad, yet I move closer and closer.

Those eyes, orange and blazing, meet mine, and I stand frozen. What if he tries something?

As if reading my mind, the demon speaks gibbering. "I won't mate with you tonight, love. You've made it clear that you need courting. But please. You're cold. Let me warm you in the furs."

I suck my lips into my mouth, hesitating. Can I trust this beastly demon not to touch me inappropriately? And why, deep inside, do I secretly wish he would cross that boundary?