Chapter 1
It was a dark night out, Kylie driving the impala. She had found the car in a junkyard and fixed her up, nice and new. The road ahead was narrow and curvy, causing Kylie to go slow.
A man stood on the side of the road, the moonlight somewhat illuminating him against the dark trees. He watched the headlights in the distance, his coat fluttering in the wind.
The head lights grew closer to the man, Kylie driving as slow as she could. She looked at the gas meter and noticed that it was near empty. Groaning, she pulled over to the side of the road, stopping the car. "Good thing I got a small gas jug..."
He approached her car slowly, staying in the shadows. He watched her intently, curious. "Car trouble, love?" he asked, stepping into the moonlight.
She jumped, going for the gun she had strapped on her side. "Who are you?" she asked him, going for her gas jug as well.
He smirked. "Don't know me, love? With that car you're driving, I would've thought you'd have heard of me." He glanced at the impala, recognizing it as Dean's old one easily.
"I found her in a junkyard. Now who are you?" she asked again, her eyes narrowing down at him as her hand remained on her gun.
He looked back at her, meeting her eyes. "The name's Crowley. And you are?" he asked, smirking again.
"Kylie. Kylie Jones." She said, getting the gas jug out and filling her car. "Do you know where the nearest gas station is?"
He shrugged. "Few miles that way." he wasn't interested in her getting away. "Mind if I catch a lift?" she hadn't figured out what he was yet, and he could use that to his advantage.
"Yeah. Sure." She said, placing the empty jug in the back and climbing it. "Hop in. I'll need the directions."
He pushed himself into the passenger seat, somewhat remorseful of the old car. This had been Sam's seat. The brothers were long dead, their luck finally running out.
She started the car, driving down the road slowly so that she wouldn't wreck the car. Last thing she needed was to cause her death and someone else's. Kylie relaxed when she reached the highway.
Crowley's eyes were on the dashboard, seeing the multiple dents. It wasn't often he felt remorse for humans. But the Winchesters... They'd been better to him than most.
Kylie looked over to him. "Are you alright, Crowley?" she asked him, a little worried. "I take it you knew the previous owners"
He laughed a little. "I did, yes. Brothers, in fact." A small smile still on his face. "This was Dean's pride and joy."
"I'm sure he'd be happy to know that she's being taken good care of." She said, sighing as her anti-possession charm necklace hung on the rearview.
Crowley's smile faded. Deans death had been tragic, as had Sam's. Despite all the trouble those two idiots had caused, he did miss them. That was new to him, he'd been back on the human blood. His damn addiction.
She saw his face. "I'm guessing they're no longer here. I'm sorry for your loss." she said softly, looking ahead at the road.
He shrugged. "People die every day. There's was long coming. Everyone's luck runs out eventually."
"I know. I also know the feeling of loss and it hurts like a bitch." She said, seeing the gas station.
Crowley had surprised himself with how much he was, feeling. He needed to stop his need for blood.
She pulled into the station. "So, do you need anything?" she asked him, not wanting to seem rude. "Also, where are you heading?"
"I'm fine, thanks, love." and he frowned. "Not anywhere, really." he had just been walking, stopping to look at the moon when she had pulled up.
She nodded, getting out of the car and going into the station to pay for the gas. After doing so, she grabbed a case of Pepsi, placing it in the back and pumping the gas into the car.
Crowley sat in the passenger seat, noticing the army man that had been stuffed into the ashtray was still there. He smirked, running his hand over the smooth door.
She got back into the car, looking at him. "Do you got any idea of where you want to go?" she asked him, not knowing if she might have found a partner.
He laughed. "Doesn't matter to me, pet." his mind had wandered to other matters, his eyes slowly moving down her body, before moving back up to her eyes.
She blushed a little, shaking her head a little as she started the car. "We could go to the motel. It's getting late."
He nodded his agreement, going back to silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, nor did he think speaking would help him in any way. He knew what he wanted. He would ask, of course. He may be a demon, but he was a gentleman.
She pulled into the nearest motel, getting out of the car and going to the front desk. "One room with two beds please." she said, getting the key.
Crowley stood in the lobby, the lights showing his somewhat ragged face. He was tired, human tendencies getting the better of him
She showed him the key, gesturing for him to follow her as she led him to the room. "I hope you sleep well."
He smirked. He didn't want to sleep, not yet anyway. He had a feeling she wasn't going to want what he wanted. "Thank you, love."
She blushed a soft tone at the pet name. "Um, yeah. No problem." she said, going into the bathroom.
He sat on the edge of the bed, putting his coat over the edge of the chair. Underneath was a simple black shirt and tie.
She came back out of the bathroom, having taken a quick shower. "There's still hot water if you need it." she said, wondering if she should tell him what she was.
He shrugged. "I'll be fine, kitten, but thank you." his voice was low, almost a purr.
She sighed, sitting down next to him. "I guess if you're going to be traveling with me, I better tell you. I'm a hunter." she said, starting to explain what she meant.
He let her talk. He'd probably have to let on at some point what he was. He was in fact, quite a bit older than her, not that it bothered him.
"And if you want to leave, I'll understand and have no hard feelings." she finished, taking a deep breath after talking so much.
He shook his head. "No need for me to leave, love." He glanced down. She didn't have any weapons on her. "Would you like to know what I am?"
"I'm guessing a demon, but you hadn't tried to kill me, so I figured you were one of those demons that help hunters rather than kill them."
He laughed, flashing his eyes once. Red, unlike most demons. "Not just any demon." he purred.
"Crossroads demon. I didn't know you guys hitchhiked." She said, not knowing who the king of hell was.
He shrugged. "Felt like walking. I merely asked if you had car trouble, pet."
"Then you asked for a lift." she reminded him, her eyes looking into his. "Were your friend's demons too? Or hunters?"
"Hunters. Dean and Sam Winchester. Saved the world, stopped the apocalypse." he smiled.
Her jaw dropped. "You knew Sam and Dean? They're legends in the hunter's community." she said softly, looking down. "I had heard they died."
He nodded slowly, a frown ghosting his face for a moment. "Years ago. Their luck ran out. They went out bloody."
She hugged him, having a feeling that he needed it. "I'm really sorry for your loss, Crowley."
He was surprised by her movement, but he put his arm around her, pulling her closer. "Don't worry about me, love."
Her heart raced in her chest. "So care to explain what I'm missing here about you?" she asked him.
He laughed. "I'm the King of Hell, darling." he smirked, meeting her eyes.
"Oh... I thought you'd be mean and taller and cruel." she said, confused.
He smirked. "Torture is my specialty, and not just in pain." his voice was low now, in her ear.
Her cheeks turned a soft color tone as she blushed at his whisper. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly.
"I just need your permission, love." he murmured softly, his hand sliding down to her hip, but no lower. She hadn't said he could yet.
She soon nodded, granting him the permission as she wondered what she gave him permission to do.
He moved to kiss her neck softly, sucking and nipping gently. He would go slowly, for now.
A soft sigh escaped her, finding what he was doing enjoyable as her eyes close. "That feels good." she whispered.
A purr rose from his throat, his hand sliding underneath her shirt at the hip, slowly working its way up. Her skin was warm to the touch.
Another sigh of pleasure came as she felt his cool hand travel up her skin. Her fingertips soon found his spine and trailed it.
In one swift motion, he pulled her shirt off, pushing her back against the bed. He kissed down her collarbone, easily undoing her bra, throwing it to the floor.
She looked up at him, going for his shirt as she thought it was only fair that he lost his shirt too.
He grabbed a hold of her wrist, shaking his head. "What did I say about torture?" he smirked, kissing down her chest. He began gently sucking on her breast, palming the other one with his hand.
A moan escaped her lips as her eyes closed from the sudden rush of pleasure running through her. She hadn't anticipated it feeling this amazing.
He switched breasts, his knee gently pressing against her sex through her pants. He was going to go slow, agonizingly slow.
She moaned out again, squirming under his touch as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Nuh, uh uh." he teased. "No touching." his demon powers took over, and they held her to the bed, her arms above her head. He kissed lower, stopping just above her waistline.
She watched, her heart racing as she playfully struggled against the demon bonds he had her in.
He gently pushed his thumb under her waistband, taking her pants down all the way, discarding them on the floor. He smirked, kissing at her thighs, nipping gently at the soft spots.
Kylie let out a soft moan, squirming as she watched him. She could do little else, her breathing getting heavy.
"That's it love." he murmured against her skin. "My names the only one you'll be screaming tonight." he pushed a finger against her sex, through her panties, moving it up and down slowly.
"Oh Crowley..." She moaned softly, her heart racing as the pleasure rushed through her again. She didn't want him to stop.
"Good girl." he purred, slowly working her panties off, dropping them to the floor. He smirked, not yet touching her. "So wet for me." he murmured, pushing his fingers against her folds gently.
Another moan escaped her, her back arching a little at his touch as well as the cool air hitting her exposed womanhood. "Oh that feels good."
He dipped one finger into her, moving to push his face between her legs. He ran his tongue over her entrance once. He was going to tease her like no other.
A gasp could be heard as she moaned again, squirming as she instinctively moved forward a little.
He pushed his tongue into her slowly, going up and down her walls. He wouldn't go for what he knew would drive her crazy, not yet. He was going to taste every inch of her.
Kylie's head hit the pillow, the moan escaping her louder than before. "Oh yes..." She said softly, her heart racing in her chest.
His hands clenched around her ass, massaging them every so often. His own problem was beginning to bother him, but he could wait. Eventually he went for what he knew she wanted. He began sucking on her nerve bundle, gently at first.
She soon moaned even louder, squirming as her eyes closed. "Don't stop..." She said quietly, wondering if he knew this was first time.
He didn't plan on it, gently pushing one finger into her, then a second, scissoring them gently. He sucked and licked at her nerve bundle a little harder, relishing making her squirm.
Another moan came as she felt herself getting closer to her edge, almost crying out for the release. She was just putty in his hands.
He began pumping his fingers in and out, curling them gently every so often, still licking and sucking at her nerve bundle. He would need to see to his own problem soon.
She moaned. "I'm so close..." she said softly, squirming as she struggled to watch him. Every time she would lean up, a rush of pleasure would send her down again, moaning and almost begging for him to take her.
He curled his fingers hard inside her, pushing his tongue roughly against her nerve bundle, never once removing his lips from around it.
That was enough to send her over the edge, a subtle scream so quiet it could just be a squeal as she collapsed onto the pillow, panting.
He gently removed his fingers, leaning away from her, smirking as he licked his fingers clean. He released her bonds, standing against the edge of the bed. "It's your turn, kitten." he purred, his eyes watching her.
She blushed, sitting up and crawling to him. "I've never done anything like this. Just letting you know."
"Not to worry love." he murmured, "Just do what comes naturally." he smiled at her, running his fingers through her hair.
She went for his shirt, taking it off before undoing his pants. She didn't know if this was what he wanted, but she soon pulled the pants and underwear down to expose him.
His hands were on her shoulders, his erection fully hard, begging to be touched. "Do whatever you're comfortable with, pet."
She touched it softly with her fingertips, before giving it a soft lick. She was nervous, but willing to try.
A soft sigh escaped him, his grip around her shoulders tightening.
She soon took him into her mouth, starting to suckle slowly.
He moaned softly, letting her take her time. He was needing release, and badly.
She kept going, soon also massaging his balls. She had wanted to try that. Her tongue swirled around the tip, wanting to show him the same amount of pleasure.
He moaned, his head tilting back with pleasure. For her first time, she was good. "That's it kitten." he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
She kept it up, almost wanting to torture him and stop for the fun of it. She started moaning up and down.
He rolled his hips against her gently, desperately needing release.
She moved faster, still massaging him as well as a moan escaped her.
He wasn't going to last long at this rate, his hips bucking every so often, his eyes squeezed shut.
She kept going at this pace, smiling as she enjoyed torturing him. Her heart raced, tempted to look up into his eyes.
He was on the edge now, his legs beginning to shake. He moaned loudly as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure.
She removed her mouth from him, spitting into the trash can. She was going to need a drink to get the taste out of her mouth.
"Sorry, love." he murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed, sweat beading on his brow.
"It's alright. Damn that was nasty though." she said, looking over at him with her heart racing. "That was amazing." she whispered.
He chuckled. He wasn't going to push her to do anything she didn't want. He leaned back on the bed, balancing on one hand.
She kissed his cheek. "Though I was screaming for you to just take me there at the end of mine. You're really good.
He laughed. "I can, if you'd like." he purred, meeting her eyes.
She blushed, her heart racing. "I'm all yours." she whispered, clearly still his hand putty.
He smiled, gently pushing her backwards onto the bed. He kissed her neck gently, teasing his tip against her entrance. He didn't have to worry about a condom, he could keep anything from happening.
She sighed, her cheeks a soft tone as she kissed him deeply. The anticipation was killing her as she waited.
He gently pushed himself into her, rolling his hips. He'd go slowly, not wanting to hurt or scare her.
She moaned softly, looking into his eyes with a soft smile on her face. "Oh Crowley."
He smiled, pushing his face into the crook of her neck. He picked up speed slowly, his arms wrapped around her back.
She kept to his pace, moaning at every touch as she started to trail his spine with her fingertips.
He picked up speed, snaking one hand down her body to rub her nerve bundle in hard circles.
The moans turned into squeals of pleasure, her heart racing as she felt her back arching. "Oh yes..."
"Come for me, love." he growled into her ear, picking up speed again, slamming against her.
The squeals kept coming as she nodded, so close to her edge that she was teetering. "Almost there..."
He slammed into her hard, knowing he was close as well. "That's it…" he purred, nipping gently at her neck.
She fell over her edge with a loud moan, his ne coming out with it. "Oh Crowley..."
He came not long after her, moaning loudly into her ear. He was breathing hard, before gently pulling out of her, falling onto the bed next to her.
Her head laid on his chest, breathing heavily as well. "Good thing that wasn't a crossroad deal." she joked.
He laughed, running his fingers through her soft hair. "Of course not, love. That's an entirely different torture."
She gave him a confused look. "If it is anything like that, I'm sure you get a ton of people."
He laughed quietly. "Not at all like that. This is far more enjoyable." his voice was low once again, his head resting against the pillows.
She smiled, soon falling asleep in his arms. The girl's blond hair was over her face, her breathing slow and steady.
Crowley could feel sleep ebbing at him, and he eventually succumbed to it, beginning to snore softly. He didn't move much while he slept, and her warmth comforted him.
She woke up the next morning, the realization of last night hit her. She had sex. With a demon. Who was the King of Hell. She groaned, realizing that she also had a headache.
Crowley had awoken hours before, not needing much sleep. "Something the matter, love?" he asked softly, not having moved at all, merely having pulled the blankets around them in the night.
"I'm going to hell, aren't I?" she asked him, sitting up as she held her head. "And I got a headache."
He chuckled. "Depends on who you piss off." he smirked. "I can fix it, if you'd like." he pushed two fingers to her head, his eyes closing in concentration.
She blushed, the headache going away fast. "Thank you." she said, her eyes looking into his. "So what do we do today?"
He shrugged, his arm still draped around her shoulder. "Whatever you'd like." he smirked.
She smiled, kissing him. "I call dibs on the shower." she said, rushing to the bathroom.
He laughed, merely snapping his fingers. He was clean, fresh boxers having appeared on him. Might as well give her what she wanted.
Kylie undressed and got into the shower, letting the warm water pour down on her as she smiled. There was something about it that relaxed her.
Crowley closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Running hell was stressful, and he wouldn't mind tagging along with her for a while.
Kylie soon came out of the bathroom, drying her hair. "So what could we do today?"
He smirked. "Anything you have in mind, pet." he murmured, watching her intently.
"Well, there's no cases lately. It's like they all decided to take a break."
He shrugged. "Then perhaps a day off."
"I'd like that." She said, sitting down beside him.
He smiled, looking at her curiously. His need for human blood had gone.
She smiled back, her heart racing. "The shower is free."
He shrugged. "Easier to clean with a snap of my fingers, kitten." he smirked at her, his eyes on hers.
She blushed. "What else can you do with a snap of your fingers?"
"Plenty." he smirked, lifting his hand, putting his fingers into position, but not snapping them just yet.
"Care to show me?" She asked him.
"Depends on what you want to see." he purred, the smirk never leaving his face.
"Something simple?" she suggested, looking at him.
He snapped his fingers, a bottle of wine appearing on the table next to her. "Simple enough, pet. But it can get /far/ more complicated." his voice was low the entire time, still watching her intently.
She smiled at him, her eyes looking into his. "You forgot the glasses."
"Did I?" he asked, motioning to the table next to him. Two glasses sat there. He picked them both up, handing her one. It was still early for alcohol, for humans.
A giggle escaped as she took the glass from him. "You're really romantic."
"I try." he purred, opening the bottle with a wave of his hand, pouring some into her glass, and some into his own.
She took a sip, smiling. "This is really good." She whispered.
He chuckled, taking a slow drink, savoring the taste. He usually drank something a bit stronger, but it was nice to have something light every now and again. "Not quite as strong as I usually drink." he murmured softly.
"I'm not really ever drinking so... I guess this works for me." she explained, looking at him.
He smirked, shrugging. "To each their own." he finished off his wine, setting down his empty glass.
She finished her glass as well. "Anything else you can do with those magic snaps?" she asked him, smiling.
"Plenty more, pet." he murmured. "What would you like to see?" he smirked.
"Anything." She said softly, her head leaning onto his shoulder.
"Depends on how far you want to get into this." he purred, resting his head against hers.
"How far are you willing to let me go?" She asked him, looking up at him.
"As far as you'd like." he smirked, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.
"Then show me your best." she said softly.
He smirked. His best was a bit intense. He snapped his fingers, an invisible pressure beginning to play gently at her sex.
She gave a soft moan at it. "Are you doing that?"
"Of course." he purred, his voice a rumble, not putting his hands anywhere near what she wanted. The pressure pushed into her, gently sliding in and out.
Another moan escaped as she felt her eyes close from the pleasure. "I'm all yours, Crowley." She said softly, knowing that was most likely the most dangerous thing to say to the king of hell.
His eyes went dark with want, and he smiled. "Very good, pet." he murmured, moving away from her slowly. He snapped his fingers, her being left in just panties. His eyes traced down her body with lust.
She looked up at him, her heart pounding away as she smiled softly. Another moan escaped her, the pressure still going.
He gently released the pressure, moving to whisper in her ear. "Your safe word is Moose." he murmured, moving back away from her. He stood at the end of the bed, pushing his boxers to the floor.
She had chills down her spine as she wondered what she would need a safe word for. Leaning up on the bed, she watched him in wonder and excitement.
He stroked himself gently, making her watch. "Address me by either Master or Sir, understood?" he murmured. He snapped his fingers, making her climax immediately.
She moaned, shaking. "Yes, sir." She said softly, panting a little.
He smirked, having already trapped her to the bed. "That's a good girl." he murmured. He pushed pressure to her again, his erection at full attention.
A moan escaped her, Kylie shaking from the want and lust of the attention.
Letting go of her restraints, he put her into a kneeling position at the end of the bed. She was stuck in this position now, her legs spread. Waving his hand, a vibrator appeared. He pushed it into her, not turning it on quite yet. His member was in front of her face. "You come before me, and there will be consequences, understood?" he growled, turning on the vibrator to full power with a flick of his wrist.
"Yes, sir." She said, slightly confused on what was going on here.
He pressed his erection against her lips, watching her intently. He was always dominating, that much was true, but even more so when it came to the bedroom.
She took him in her mouth, suckling while fighting the pleasure from the vibrator.
"That's a good girl." he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. "Make daddy come." he purred.
She kept going, trying to make it to where he came first and not her. And boy was she fighting her urge to come already.
He moaned, his hips rolling as she sucked. She was doing wonders with her tongue, his fingers clenched to her hair tightly now.
She moaned out as well, shaking as she continued to please him.
He would come soon, bucking his hips into her mouth.
She kept going, doing what was natural to her as she fought her urge to also come.
He moaned as he came, his toes curling, smiling down at her. "Go ahead and come, love." he murmured, gently pulling away from her.
She soon let loose, moaning out loud as she collapsed on the bed.
He removed the vibrator, still smirking at her. "I won't be too rough on your, darling." he smirked, moving her so her arms were above her head, her legs spread. "Daddy wants to make you feel good."
She looked up at him, her heart racing as she smiled softly. "Alright, sir." She said in a soft purr.
He moved over her, kissing at her neck gently, slowly growing rougher, pulling the soft skin between his teeth, leaving marks.
She moaned softly, her eyes closing as her back arched.
He moved further down, kissing at her chest, taking one breast into his mouth, sucking and rolling the soft bud between his teeth, nipping ever so gently.
Another moan escaped as she let out a purr. "Oh yes..." she said softly.
He switched to the other side, enjoying making her squirm. He kissed lower, kissing just above her sex now.
She moaned out louder to where it was almost a squeal. "Oh..."
He sucked at the soft flesh, not touching what she wanted. He'd make her beg for it.
She squealed softly. "Please, sir." she begged, moaning.
"Not yet, kitten." he purred. He moved lower again, sucking and nipping at her thighs, the soft flesh between his teeth.
She squirmed, begging again. "Come on... This is torture…"
"Wasn't that the point, my dear?" he purred, smirking up at her. He sucked at the skin just next to her folds, taking in a long breath. "So wet for me?" he met her eyes.
She moaned, nodding. "Yes, sir. I am." she said, shaking and squirming as she playfully tried to move her arms.
He ran a finger once upwards gently over her outer folds. "Should I give you what you want?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes... Please." she begged him, trying to keep from going insane from the want.
He ran his tongue expertly once over her folds, pushing it in gently, not touching her nerve bundle. "Be prepared kitten, I'm going to make you come until you scream." he purred against her, licking and sucking at her folds.
She moaned, her back arching as she moved one of her arms to run her fingers through his hair.
He let her do so, sucking and licking, moving upwards to suck and lick at her nerve bundle.
She moaned, soon needing to grip the sheets. "Oh yes, Crowley." she purred, moans turning into squeals.
He flicked at it with his tongue, pushing one finger into her, stretching her gently, pushing in a second.
She kept the squeals going, the pleasure rushing through her as she tried to keep unconsciousness.
He stretched her, beginning to pump his fingers in and out. Make her come until she was begging for him to be inside her. This was his playground.
She was soon begging like he wanted, wanting him in her so bad.
He smirked, gently pulling away from her. Her legs were shaking, and his erection was throbbing for attention. "On your hands and knees, pet." he murmured.
She got on her hands and knees, quickly getting to work on suckling him.
He smirked, gently pulling her away from him. He picked her up easily, pushing her against the wall, keeping her pinned. "I only want to hear my name, pet." he purred in her ear, nipping gently at her earlobe. His erection was pressed up against her folds, not going in.
"Oh, Crowley…" she moaned, shaking softly.
Her face was against the wall, and he pushed into her, moaning in her ear as he began to pump, alive with want.
She moaned as well, struggling to breathe against the wall, but kept moaning.
He was thrusting hard, his hands pinned against her shoulders as he moaned loudly. "So tight for me." he purred, his strokes long and hard.