A Demon and A Witch

Chapter 1

Catarina looked out the window of her train passenger seat. Watching the trees and the birds fly past her. A knock at her private door snapped her from her gaze, she turned and with an annoyed sigh, she waved her hand for the person to come in. A useless train worker walked in with a trolley of sweets.

He grinned as he stared toothless at Catarina. Her piercing blue eyes flashed fiercely at the man, he suddenly straightened up and left the cart, not getting a single penny and leaving all of the sweets behind. She waved and the door closed gently, and she turned and smiled at the mountain of deliciousness standing before her.

"Ya know, you're getting better at that, Kitty Cat." Said a voice from the corner. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and goosebumps ravage her soft vanilla skin. Out of the seemingly made darkness of the right corner of her cart out stepped a man cloaked in literal darkness. His dark glasses shone a tint of red in the light on rims. A thin beard lined his jaw line that connected seamlessly to his mustache. It wasn't too much, but it was very manly, Catarina had always thought.

But she wasn't amused by his manliness, she despised whenever he would call her that. "I am not your goddamned cat, you wretch." She murmured chewing on a piece of dark chocolate biscuits. "Easy now, you can't say His name in vain, you do get your power from Him after all." He said mockingly with a hint of resentment. He was her prisoner. He was her guardian.

He was her damn butler.

But nothing a life time worth of servitude for blindingly walking right into a containment field, thinking it was a Hobby Lobby can't fix! Just an really long time of doing things that get under her skin...

They had been together, traveling the country side of England, for some years now. They had been through so much... Once, she loved being called that, but she would never tell him that, of course.

"Lein," She started, "I don't appreciate you calling me your, 'pet'. I am your Master and you will treat me as such from hence forth!" She crossed her arms and legs and flashed her piercing blue eyes at him. He bowed without hesitation to the ground, "F-forgive me, M-master." He struggled to say as the seal on his face, a single scar with an ancient text hidden on it, burned with the intensity of one million suns. Her power was quite unreal, Lein had at least always admired that. She was 19 when she summoned the Demon of Knights, Leinathan. She needed a guardian, loyal to her family order, The Barrington Coven of Rickerton. A 7th generation witch, she began to notice her powers before the rite of eighteen. Around the time of her parents death.

She could control the minds of others. It was always easy to do that in the first place. Her eyes were so steely blue, you could see the sky and the stars when you looked into them.

Many saw this as unnatural, a sign of the devil. When in fact, she was blessed by an Angel. She has the power to bind demons for christ sakes. And yet, once her grand aunt had gone missing, the towns people of Rickerton rose up onto the Barrington estate. Pitchforks drawn, thirsty for blood.

It was at that moment, Lein was in another country, about to walk into a hobby lobby for statues of skulls when he heard his name for the first time in centuries. It said she needed him, that she was going to die. Lein has always been a sort of misunderstood Demon. He never looked down on humanity, but rather admired it. He saw humans, go through all different types of pain, trauma, guilt, regret, and still manage to push on. While some have not been very strong to do so, he plays the role of the Angel of Death until the great reaper shows up and takes the poor soul. Comforting, and protecting has always been his weak spots. When it came to the sweet melancholic voice, he could not ignore it. Hungry for compassion he whisked to her side.

There she was, already hurt badly, bleeding from her arm and forehead. He knelt down on one knees and bowed to her. "You have summoned me, human, what is it that you require of me in order to protect you?" She took his chin, a human, and lifted it up. Leinathan felt something that made his chest lurch forward. It was a feeling of something being filled. When he looked into her blue eyes, the blood from her forehead that stained her beautiful white hair, he saw a broken angel staring at him. She smiled weakly, almost like a cat. "I am just happy, that you answered me..." She fell down onto shoulder and passed out. A burn mark scorched his face, her blood. It was at this moment they had formed a pact. He held her close as if he had known her forever. He wrapped his cloak around her and layed her down on a near by sofa. The doors of the estate were pulsating the energy of the riot. Mixed screams of terror and excitement roared throughout the halls. As Leinathan walked up to the doors he took off his coat, and started putting on his black leather gloves. His silver pendant that shone on his black velvet vest, gleamed in the blood red light from the window above the front door. He rolled up his sleeves and tucked his glasses away.

He let some of his locs fall down on his face as he closed his eyes and said his battle prayer to the Demon God of Victory. Appearing in his hand from black flame came a rapier, golden and tipped with poison. He smirked as he wielded the weapon with a mastery of 100 years. "So this is what I get to use? Perfection." He waved his hand and sent the piled chairs holding the door shut aside, flying into the walls. The towns people were shocked to see a man, with skin as dark as cocoa and hair like a black lions mane standing between them and the heiress. "If it is fortune you seek, prepare to die for it!" A mill man threw a rock at him the size of a human head. With the greatest of ease and barely any movement, Leinathan sliced the rock like bread. "He who cast... Am I correct?" He laughed. He leaned forward and then in an instant he was gone. The townspeople were confused, stammering and muttering things like, warlock and demon.

Until tongues, and necks were suddenly spewing blood everywhere. The gleam of Leinathan's weapon was a blur as it danced in the air. Leaving chem-trails of blood, drawing into the night sky.

Catarina awoke with a start. Only remembering saying a prayer to any Angel, God, or Demon that hadn't abandoned her in her time of need. Then falling into a deep dark sleep. The room around her was dark, she waved her hand and sparks flew out her fingerstips until one ignited. She looked and saw a tall man standing there. Eyes as dark as the moon. A scar on his right cheek, but barely showed. A face that looked as though it was carved from a Northern mountain. Cold and rugged, but his beard was very well kept and groomed. His attire spoke for his groomanship as well. "You must be the butler." She said confidently. He smirked and chuckled, his voice was deep. Dark like black curtains the way it hung and flowed in the wind. His cloak made him look like a crusader.

He flashed his eyes at Catarina smiling devilishly, her chest beating at an alarming rate. Her body felt hot and her face reddened in the darkness. She couldn't believe all that made her feel like this was this Butler staring at her like he wants to devour her soul.

His eyes briefly flashed red, and a low, guttural growl got progressively louder. He was then on top of Catarina in less than five seconds, his eyes still bloody red, peering into her blue ones. "Wh-what are you? A De-" She began but was cut off as the dark man nashed his teeth at her. She turned away, a little afraid, a little excited. He began to sniff her neck, the smell of both fear and lust crept up his nose.

"I am your guardian. I am your protector, your fabled butler. You summoned me and somehow managed to etch this seal on face. My freedom is now your bidding, I am your humble dutiful servant" He said bitterly with a hint of sarcasm. "However," He sniffed again, "I think I could like this new position given to me." He growled again and shifted his weight slightly. He was a very lean, muscular man. His arms were so big they draped her in a warm darkness. The way their eyes lingered as they roamed each others minds. Wondering what the other was thinking. "I-I don't think this is proper for a butler." She began to wiggle her legs, as if she was trying to pull away, yet she stayed put, Held underneath this man's dark endless gaze.

Her mind in a haze, was it him doing this to her? His power maybe? He was the Demon of Knights, so why was he so damn sexually appealing right now? She bit her lip confronting her dilemna in her mind. But what Leinathan saw, only made him hungry. He whisked off the covers Catarina was under, her wounds are gone and barely visible. What was visible was the soft, smooth vanilla skin of this beautiful fallen angel. It looked untouched, royalty even, then he got a brilliant idea. "What is it that you require of me, Princess Kitty Cat?" He said in a low sultry voice, he got the feeling that she would like his hand running up her left thigh. His dark chocolate hand against her white skin made that very skin crawl in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Catarina couldn't take it anymore. This strange man, couldn't had been but 4 years older than her, was on top of her for the first time. Yet, she felt as though she's known him for an entire lifetime.

His touch so new, so roaming, yet so familiar. His hand lingered over her hip bones, caressing them and stroking them lovingly. It was like she her mouth couldn't say the words, 'what the hell are you doing', without letting out a possible whimper or selfish moan. He leaned in close to her ear, his hot breath against her neck, "Here's the deal, I will do whatever you say, whatever you require of me. But I haven't felt this need like this in a, very, long time. Your aura is strong young Angel. It's posse sing me to have this want to fulfill you. You're making me do this with your power. In order to seal our pact, you must let me... Partake."

The way he breathed on her neck again released Niagara falls from a certain womanhood. "That is insane, there is no way we have to do that!" Catarina protested. She was still pure of the womb after all, and who knew what his manhood looked like. She had seen pictures of various sizes but none of a man made of chocolate. His hands gripped the sheets, "You don't sound very convincing, Princess." She felt his lips purse gently on her throat. She gulped. She couldn't refuse him. He had saved her life, and she wasn't fooling him in not wanting to, partake.

"J-just this once, Leinathan. I, Catarina your master, o-order y-you, t-to." She couldn't get the words out after going scarlet red at what she was about to utter. He pressed his lips against her neck again, with a certain passion this time. He nibbled and earned himself a helpful moan from his princess. "I understand Master." He began to kiss her neck on both sides, sending sparks through Catarina's spine. His hands wrapped around her waist. As if waiting for their moment to do so, he gripped and rubbed all over her flat and smooth stomach. Her skin was like touching a newborns. She really was pure and untainted by other human hands. She must be an heiress or a royal daughter, he thought. But he could care less about titles. Although she had him Marked, he had her completely under his will.

His hands roamed off in different directions, one north towards her very well endowed chest, the other, more southern region. His fingertips had found their mark, one soaking wet, while the other played with Catarina's exposed endowment. She wasn't aware of how naked she had gotten while she was underneath the blanket. Then she thought about how the Demon had took off all of her clothes and placed her there. The thought made her womanhood twitch. Leinathan thought this as encouragement, he slipped a single finger inside of her. The white haired one's back arched, she let out another moan, completely unaware of how erotic she was being. His finger was, strong feeling. The way it moved and hit so many pleasure spots it drove her crazy. His other hand was playing with gumdrops, suddenly an urge to lick came about, and he leaned down to partake.

Her breasts were that of a fully grown adult female human. They suited her. Her face was that of a baby, but the rest of her, a woman in her prime. Tall legs, smooth slender figure with a delicious frame. Her hair glowed along with the rest of her body in the darkness Lein was so at home in. He welcomed her warm light as he canopied his cloak around them, suspended in the air. Then the threads of his clothes began to unravel, and whisk themselves backward. They revealed a body chiseled out of a black stone. His chocolate colored body illuminated by her light, she traced his deep abs and his superior flexing chest. She brushed her finger across his nipple and he let out a surprisingly soft moan.

She smirked devilishly at him, then she felt a twitch coming from below. Lein shifted his weight and then she felt something big brush against her pleasure spot. Was it a tail? "It isn't a tail." He laughed. He leaned in again and breathed as he rubbed his erect manhood against her entrance. The sensation she felt was intense. Everything was happening so fast, but she wanted it more badly than anything at this point. She had read about the pain involved in your first time, she was almost beaten bloody by townsfolk, how bad could it be?

"May I enter, Princess?" He whispered, poking his tip at her, inching enough to almost entering her. The juices coating the head of his manhood in a natural lubrication. Catarina's moan's grew as she whimpered, nearly begging for him to enter her. "I-I told you, j-just this o-once. Do not make me say it again, Demon." She tried to sound confident but she might as well have said, take me now you beast.

He growled again as he pushed inside of her, inch by pleasurable inch. Slowly, as to not hurt her as much a vile man. He wanted to take care of her, just as he tended to her wounds, he wanted to be tender. For some reason she was really good at melting his demonic demeanor, only after one look of her steel blue eyes.

Any pure souls he comes across are immediately devoured, but she made him want to savor her purity. He couldn't corrupt her because she was so powerful, but something told him he could teach her so much. For the first time in centuries he felt a need to be affectionate. He pushed deeper and deeper as she held onto him. Her voice going higher and higher as he broke through. "Y-you're so d-deep. I didn't know it would fit so well." Lein gasped out and he felt her clench around him, causing friction as he reached his limit. "I didn't know you would feel this magnificent, Princess." He gripped her waist and he began to stir her up. He wanted her to get used to his size, he happened to be something of a Mandingo...

The feeling was painful at first for Catarina, but she shortly after, her body was hot with immeasurable pleasure. She cried out as he hit her sweet spot with every go around. "P-please," She pleaded, "Do not waste any m-more time.." She breathed, her chest pulsing slowly up and down. "As you wish, my Princess."

He slowly backed out of her, as the tip of his member scraping the ceiling of her wet cavern, Catarina's legs had begun to shake. He started off slowly, gently thrusting into his precious Angel Princess. Her womanhood agreeing with the act, it poured out a sweet scent of thanks on to him. Much more than any he's ever encountered. The bed itself was soaked in minutes as he picked up the pace. Sliding back and forth while holding on to her legs for support. His hips bucking in a very rhythmic motion, stroking her insides. Catarina's moans were that of a very erotic novel, sweet and soft. Her voice wasn't too high pitched, it had the right amount of bass and femininity. Especially when she cried, "More! P-please more!" Catarina couldn't explain it, but she felt something was about to come. The more he thrust into her, the more she felt that feeling coming. She didn't even notice the pool of love juices beneath them, seeping into the sheets and the bedding. The sloshing sounds and flesh rubbing together echoed through the room, mixing with heavy pants and groans of passion.

Lein then knelt down and started to suckle Catarina's right nipple. His tongue tasting the beautiful pink gumdrop that hardened at every flick and suck. He grabbed the other and kneaded it, gently brushing and groping, the whole act was satisfying so he let out a few muffled moans of his own. His member tightening and enlarging as the feeling of wetness enveloped him. Gripping the sheets and groaning, nearly screaming out, Catarina's entire body started to shake, the feeling was here. "I-I don't know what's about to happen!" She said. Lein unhooked himself and grinned. Looking into her eyes, hungry, not missing any timing in his continued thrusts. "Release yourself. Let yourself go, my Princess." He leaned into her and kissed her neck. The new sensation was almost burning in her neck where he kissed her. "Pact with me..." He whispered, "And come for your Demon."

Nothing but electricity sparked and the feeling ignited in Catarina's stomach. She felt a sharp pain in her neck, but it didn't hurt. She closed her eyes as Leinathan bit into flesh, forming a Demonic pact with her. She felt a rush from her womanhood and her body tensed up. She cried out in pleasure for the next few seconds. When she finally felt subsided, Lein's pace quickened. She felt his large member swell and harden. The vein's rubbing against her pleasure nerves even more intense than last time. His moan's turned into groan's as he drew near to his climax. She then remembered something interesting.

She smirked up at him, his face was different. It was so handsome yet he looked like he was enjoying his first time ever. There was no way a man with this experience has ever done this once, she thought. But she felt something different coming from him. She caressed the side of his face, the scar she unintentionally gave him. She took her other hand and began to roam his chest. With every brush on his nipple he let out more and more satisfying moans. Whimpering even. Nobody has ever done this to him, that much was clear. She opened up her thighs more and let him slam into her. She let out a drawn out whimper with every thrust in .He truly felt amazing inside.

Lein's arms began to wrap around his Princess, keeping his rhythm as the time came near. He licked the bit of blood coming from her neck, sweet nectar to him. The blood of a real pure one. The taste sent him into a frenzy and he felt his manhood tremble. At this point, Catarina was using both of her hands on his chest, which made him want to burst sooner than later. He breathed into her ear, "I'm going to release into you. It is the- ughhhg, only way to s-seal-" He was cut off by moans escaping him. Catarina was actually licking his own chest sensitives. Her tongue was little but experienced, as she did the same for him like before. "Then come in me, my Demon~" She said almost as devilishly as he is a Demon. He couldn't hold back from her pseudo dominance over him. His fallen angel wings burst from his back as he release every drop of his hot, warm seed into her cavern.

She felt her womanhood fill up with his seed, the warm feeling shooting into her hit her pleasure spots. His thrusts of completion caused her to return to the feeling of something coming. She wrapped her legs around her Demon and came along with him. Their love releasing and joining one another in a forbidden passion. Catarina Shouting in immense pleasure, while Leinathan roared like an animal releasing himself in his prize. The thought turned Catarina on even more.

"Ohhh my-!"

"Don't say his name," He said as they laid up together a few moments later. "He was not the one who made you reach heaven on earth." Catarina laughed and traced his chest her face was on. "So you are to care for my every need?" She said mischeviously. "Absolutely. By Thantos, we are now bonded. Anything you ask of me, I will carry out, without hesitation or question. You are my priority, Catarina Barrington." He began to stroke her soft little head, "My quest, my mission, my jewel. My Princess."

Catarina sighed happily and snuggled into him, she felt his arms wrap around her tight. "Then find out who kidnapped my family, my Demon." Leinathan smirked, "As you wish, my Princess."

A/N: I haven't written in SO long! So it felt nice to be inspired by someone you're close to and start doing what you love again. Look out for more updates, including preexisting stories! ~Knight