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CHAPTER THREE: THE MARK

It had been over a week now. Toby and I had only had any contact if I ran into him in the girls' room or if my pictures went missing. I even got used to sensing him nearby whenever I showered. Tonight, the parents were gone again. They weren't going to be back all night, not until tomorrow. I carried my latest prize downstairs to the livingroom table where the girls waiting for me. Their eyes lit up as they saw all the string and beads. I even had a few bells.

"I figured we could make some bead-necklaces tonight," I told her with a smile. I'd quickly grown attatched to Kristi and Katie. They enjoyed many of the activities that I did. We sat down and began to make bead creations to our heart's content. Lizards, bugs, and other such things. Finally, I pulled out a single string of black silk and placed a bell on it.

"What's that for?" asked Kristi. I smiled, highly amused.

"Well, I told Toby I was gonna tie a bell around his neck so I could always find him," I answered her. I gave the necklace a soft shake. "I meant it."

She giggled, then paused to listen to something I couldn't see.

"He says he'll wear it only if you'll wear what he gives you," she told me. I had a sneaking suspicion it wasn't an accessory.

"Deal," I answered. Then I watched the necklace be picked up and tied around an invisible neck.

"He says he'll give his present to you later tonight," Kristi told me. I nodded, accepting his terms. We continued to make beads until it was time for bed. I tucked both of them in, read another chapter out of our latest novel to them, then made my way back downstairs to my room. I then changed into a pair of silky black shorts and just stayed in my bra. Most of my silk clothes were black, undergarments and actual clothes. Soon, I heard the bell I'd placed around Toby's neck draw near. The only part of him that I could see was the neck were the bell hang. He entered my room and then got on the bed next to me. He pushed me to lay down, then moved me to lay on my side, one side towards him. He slid my shorts down to mid-thigh, his claw lightly touching my upper thigh, just below the string holding my underwear on.

My breath hitched as I felt his claw pierce the skin. I bit my lip, a soft breath escaping me as he drug it across my flesh. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it and I felt him pause. I blushed and gave him a sheepish look, at least as good of one as I could muster while being so aroused.

"Sue me," I commented, embarrassed. "I'm a sado-masochist."

I swore I heard a chuckle before he continued. Every few moments, I swear he dug his claw in a little deeper on purpose, just to hear me moan. My hands gripped the blankets on my bed tightly as my arousal grew more and more with each passing stroke of a claw. Finally, he stopped and I felt his tongue darting across my thigh, licking up the blood we'd spilt. That did very little to help ease my arousal, heated need coursing through my body with each pass of his tongue...

"Gods," I gasped out, grabbing his head with my hands and pulling it away from my thigh. "I can't take any more of that!"

I felt the chuckle as well as heard it, then moaned loudly as he dug his claws into my right hip, gripping me tightly. My head was thrown back, my eyes closed, my body trembling in my helpless need. His other hand swiftly wrapped around my neck, cutting off my air supply, an arousing act all it's own... He loosened his grip enough to let me breathe, but only enough for me to take a few gasps, then black out.

Slowly I came-to, then looked at the clock. It was 2:30 a.m. Without a sound, I got up and made my way upstairs to check on the girls. Both were still fast asleep, relaxed in their beds. I walked over and rearranged the covers on them, then looked at them both with a fond smile. Then I saw that the cubby door was open again. I just shook my head and went to walk back downstairs, but froze when I saw the bell. I looked at Toby, confused. He was standing at the top of the stairs, blocking my passage. Slowly, he walked towards me. Then, he was carrying me. Next thing I knew, I was in the cubby-hole, the door shut on me, in complete darkness. At first, I felt cramped and alone, then I heard his breathing. He was in here with me. Claws dug into my hips, dragging me further into the hole, then laying me on my back. Each time he moved the claws under my flesh, he was rewarded by a low moan. I reached up and felt his furred, muscular chest, explored with my hands til I felt...

It can't be...

My hands explored a little more, running down it, over it, around it...

My god... He's hung like a mule!

His breathing hitched everytime I ran my finger over the tip, so I began to do it again and again. In response, he tore my shorts right off, tossing them aside. I gasped, stunned by this show of raw muscular power. He stroked my heat through my undies, then I felt his nose touch just below my belly-button. My breath hitched again as I felt him removed my underwear with his teeth. The scent of my arousal assaulted us both, now exposed to the air. I felt his body slide up mine, his claws making short work of my bra as well.

Completely nude beneathe him, I lay there, unable to see, unable to do anything but wait for him to make his move...

Suddenly, he thrust into me, his entire length invading my unprepared heat. I bit down hard on what I believed to be his shoulder, trying to smother my pained-cry/moan. Then he began to move. Most would imagine it would be gentle, but it was far from it. It was rough, demanding, domineering...

It was glorious.

I clung to him like a second skin, writhing underneathe his powerfully built form. He continued to pound into me, driving me further and further from sanity. Moans tore from my throat, though I struggled to keep them quiet.

~Moan freely, Kisara. They cannot hear you.~

I almost jumped at the sound of his voice in my head. Then, he drove his claws into my hips again. I all but screamed in the volume of my moan, my entire body arching against him. He began to move even faster, his brutality going up another notch. Tears of ecstacy leaked from my eyes as I dug my nails into his shoulders, wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, clinging to the only thing in my world right now that wasn't spinning out of control.

Finally, my body hit the final stretch, the heat exploding within me as my climax crashed over me. Only after I calmed did another realization nail me.

I had felt his cum.

Hold the phone!... Demons can mate?

~If we so choose it.~

Slowly, I came down from euphoria. I just lay beneathe him, neither of us in any hurry to move.

What does the mark on my thigh mean?

~You belong... to me.~

I took a few moments to absorb that information. His gift to me... was his mark... He marked me...

~Are you finished comprehending that?~

I think so.

~Good. The mark also means that, no matter where you run, no matter where life takes you to, I will always find you and you... will be drawn back to me...~

I made a mental note about all of that, then thought of something as my back gave a low twinge.

Question: Why couldn't we do this downstairs in MY room instead of on a very hard, dusty floor?

I got no answer, but soon felt him rise, his member pulling out of me, causing me to moan and my heat to clamp down on him. I heard him chuckle. He knew my body didn't want him to stop nor leave. I'd thoroughly enjoyed our... mating.

He opened the door and I gathered the shreds of my clothes, then darted downstairs to my room. I heard the bell just behind me and knew Toby was there. I barely had time to set down my clothes before I was grabbed and thrown onto my bed. My stomache took most of the blow as Toby crawled up behind me. In mere seconds, he was pounding into me again, this time, from behind. His hands gripped mine, pinning them down, keeping me on all fours as he pounded me, punishingly. Every movement, every moment, he just proved he was the more dominant one. He used every ounce of his muscle with every movement, getting the most force possible for every thrust.

Any normal woman would be screaming in agony, crying, begging for any form of release from this... abuse. Not me. I relished every last ounce of pain he was giving me. It just spurred on my ecstacy...

...what a sex god...