I had a look at my chapters the other day and realised not all of them are unsuitable for fanfiction. I am still withholding the underage, consent issues and ABO ones.
This is Challenge II, an Eris story. Please keep in mind that Naughty Storybook chapters are not fully rounded off and polished stories.
Beitris POV
After checking the mirror one last time to make sure my appearance is up to the task at hand, I finally pull the handle and exit the car.
My target just passed and I am going to make sure there is adequate space in between us so I won't be sensed just yet.
He has been on my radar for a while. Well, a good while if you consider the two hundred plus years I am slowly moving in on him.
Father decided that he was doing too much damage and damage control is my expertise, so to speak.
It is easy to spot where he is, heads turned when he passed, males and females alike admiring his looks. He is in his natural form today, a blonde haired, grey eyed, forever twenty two year old, very buff adonis. People gravitate to him on instinct without any idea as to why but in this case it helps me keep track of him.
Ah, he is heading into a bar. Good choice, plenty of pickings.
I pass the door and keep going until I find an alley leading towards the back passage for the establishments.
Looking around, I don't see any humans so I open my senses. Ah, he is definitely flirting with someone. Looks like he is on a date, the human he is with seems familiar with him.
Hmmm…. Should I let him have a last hurrah?
Deciding to wait and see, I scale the side of the building and settle down on the roof, right next to the air conditioning.
Inhaling deeply my assumptions are confirmed. She is ripe for the taking and he just offered to take her home.
Men, they are all so predictable!
I follow him as he walks her to a nearby apartment building and once more settle down on the roof. It doesn't take long, only ten minutes before I can detect a power surge. Geez, someone seems rather trigger happy. Probably a good thing that the girl will be dead in a few minutes; if I had someone this good looking disappoint me in bed I would seriously reconsider my options. Well, too late…
Deciding to get ready, I break open the roof access and follow the earlier power spike to apartment twenty three. I am not going to announce my presence and give him time to escape me, so I am blowing gently onto the lock and open the door.
The bedroom door is wide open and I can see he decided he is up for round two.
His victim, a red headed Amazon, is kneeling on dark blue sheets while he is pounding her from behind. Looks like someone is too preoccupied to sense me.
Walking closer I can hear her chants of eternal love and devotion, just the way he prefers.
Neither of them see me until I am standing right beside them.
She screeches in surprise while he growls at me.
"Shut up. I am giving you this one so make it last," I growl right back.
His eyes flash white and he smiles at me.
"Why don't you come and join us, sweetheart. There is more than enough for the two of you," he croons, trying to work his magic.
Eiríkur POV
The stunning blonde bombshell looks at me and then at the redhead I am banging. She is almost out of juice and I need a little bit more to keep me going.
She looks stunned for a moment before her features change after I douse her with a cloud of pheromones.
I put my hand onto the back of the redhead, right where her heart is and ram into her, releasing my power and she orgasms, taking me with her.
"Ahhh," I hiss when I inhale deeply, feeling her essence leave and settle into me. "That was good," I declare and push her off me. She slumps onto the pillows and I pull out. Looks like she is done for already. Well, some go fast.
Turning back to the blonde that suddenly appeared I stare at her eyes and blink while quickly shoving the dying redhead off the bed.
"Come here, sugar. You look like you could do with a good fuck!"
She smiles at me and steps closer. I move off the bed and tower over her. She doesn't seem to mind at all and I am getting all excited when I lean in to capture her lips.
"Oh fuck, you are addictive," I moan and kiss her again.
She responds in kind and I am weaving a strand of magic around her so she will focus only on me, my desire and nothing else.
"Take your clothes off," I demand and she follows my order beautifully. "Good girl, now lie down and let me look at you!"
She follows my order and lies on her back.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Tris," she groans, rubbing herself against me.
"I am Eric. Would you like me to fuck you, Tris?"
"Uh huh," she grunts, seeking friction.
"Then suck my cock," I order and she sits up and leans forward. I am kneeling between her spread legs and despite her being small she has the seemingly perfect height.
Tris opens her mouth and I push my straining erection inside.
"So hot,' I groan. "Suck me," I order and she hollows her cheeks.
Something is bubbling up deep inside of me but I can't think clearly with my dick going down Tris' throat. Fuck me, that girl doesn't have a gag reflex!
God, it feels like my stomach is filling with hot lava and it wants to break free.
"Fuck yes," I hiss when I explode and come down her throat, the burning lava shooting out of me and into her.
"Wow," I pant, feeling rather exhausted. Seems I did not think things through properly when I decided to seek my pleasure. Clearly Chloe was not enough to sustain me and it is good that Tris came along when she did. Maybe I am burning up energy too fast and now need two to sustain me for a few days?
"Let me love you, baby. Turn around," I request and she lets me slide out of her mouth and turns her head towards the pillows, wriggling her ass.
"Sassy," I groan and wave my hand over my dick when she is looking forward. I moan in pleasure when blood rushes back in, filling it so it looks nice and plump.
"I show you sassy if you can't keep it up for more than a minute."
"Why would you have to worry about it if I can make you come first," I ask.
"Maybe I like to have more than one orgasm," she retorts and looks at me. "How about you put your mouth to better use till that comes back to life," she suggests and I look down at myself, stunned that I am still only semi erect.
"How about you grab a hold of that headboard and let me fuck the life out of you," I growl.
"Sure, if you think you are able to…"
What the fuck? Am I losing my charm or what?!
I grab my dick and hold it against her wet lips, waving my other hand repeatedly before, finally, more blood comes rushing south and I am growing hard again.
Deciding to show her instead of telling, I rub the tip through her wet folds twice before pushing in.
"I have condoms," she calls out.
"No thanks," I groan when I am buried inside her heat.
"Looks like someone doesn't mind being a daddy," she croons and I am almost losing my shit.
"There won't be any babies," I growl.
"Uh huh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," she pants but shuts up.
Tris is tight, tighter than any pussy or ass I ever had, and the heat…
"Ungh… fuck," I shout when I feel the lava flood my stomach and move down to my groin, searing my balls and moving up towards the tip of my dick.
"Ungh," I grunt when I explode inside her before I can bring her to orgasm.
What the fuck is wrong with me?! I need their pleasure; why am I like a prepubescent teenager?
I feel exhausted but I still put my hand around Tris and look for her clit. Her hand stops me before I can make contact.
She doesn't have any trouble pushing me off and I fall backwards, feeling almost too weak to sit up.
"Oh no, you won't try to manipulate me," Tris exclaims and moves to sit on my thighs. Her hand reaches out and, as if by magic, my dick rises to the occasion and strains in her grip.
"Good boy,' she praises and crawls over me, rubbing her folds against me before pressing down slowly.
I moan in pleasure when she seemingly takes what she needs.
"Oh yes," I hiss. "Work those hips and take me," I encourage and lean back.
My eyes feel like they are drooping and I definitely need the boost from her orgasm in order to be able to walk out of here.
Tris is swivelling her hips, rocking against my pelvis and undulating her hips. She seems to take forever and when I finally feel her starting to quiver around me the lava ball returns with a vengeance.
"Not yet, not yet, not yet,' I chant but there seems to be no stopping it. Just before Tris clenches down on me, a never ending burst of lava starts shooting out of me and it looks like Tris is glowing red from the inside.
"Unnnngh, yesssssss. That's what I needed," Tris moans and bends down to kiss me. "You are done here, Eiríkur," she whispers into my ear and then I scream loudly, feeling like I am burned alive.
…
I am sweating when I come to in a dark room.
"Ah, he awakens," a deep voice shouts with glee and I turn my head to the side.
Okay, I am not in a dark room but more like an enormous cavern with some fire lit nooks ever so often.
"Seems he is truly fucked,' a melodious voice giggles and I certainly remember the tone. Tris…
"Rise," the deep voice booms and I feel like am being lifted up into thin air. I try to blend in with it but nothing happens.
"Your powers don't work here unless I grant you permission, changeling. You have been a rather naughty boy and dismissed all warnings," the deep voice explains and I try to make out the shape as I am floating through the room.
My eyes feel like they are bulging out when I finally make out two distinctive shapes. A large red form and a smaller golden one.
Blinking twice, I manage to focus enough to see Tris leaning against a man in a red leather bodysuit. No, like a leather body armour, I correct myself when I see the extra layers on the shoulders and chest.
His hair is as blonde as Tris' but that's where the resemblance ends. He is easily six feet six, bulging muscles and sharp features.
"Who are you,' I blurt out against my will.
"I am your host, Eiríkur."
"And by what name should I call you," I enquire.
"That depends," he booms and looks at Tris for a moment. "You may call me Wicked One or Ruler or the Darkness. Leviathan, Beelzebub, Abaddon, Apollyon, Belial or simply Devil."
I swallow hard upon hearing this announcement.
"What have I done to displease you, Mylord?" I bow my head respectfully.
"What have you not done, Eiríkur? For someone as old as you it seems you have forgotten the rules. Every century since your birth you were given the chance of finding love for yourself, some even suited to bear you children and you turned your back on each and every one of them when you realised you were getting attached. Not accepting your fate increased your need to feed and even there you got picky. You decided that only love should sustain you, all other emotions were dismissed, and killing someone after making them fall in love with you got me a few unpleasant calls from my brother. Let's just agree that you have been naughty and your time was up. Beitris tracked you for over two hundred years and she honestly has better things to do than chase after you. Her slow progress was your last chance at redemption yet here you are. So, I think it's time I gave you your sentence and then I can go back to enjoying having Beitris back home."
"How was I supposed to redeem myself if I did not know I was close fo falling afoul," I dare ask.
"Did you not know what would happen to you should you fall in love and become unable to feed? Did you not know what would happen if you bedded a human with even a trace amount of a mythical creature in their blood and managed fo change her into your kind? You knew and you ran the other way. Your time was up long ago, Eiríkur. You managed to prolong it by turning your back on love but fate always comes out the winner," Satan booms. He looks down at Tris with so much love, I feel like my heart was breaking, and pulls her into his side. She looks up at him with love and devotion and he kisses the crown of her head before both turn to me. Tris is smirking and Satan is looking at me sternly.
"Eiríkur, son of Einar, you are hereby sentenced to spend eternity in hell. You are forbidden to ever set foot onto Earth and walk with humans. Furthermore," he pauses for dramatic effect and Tris' smirk brightens. "You will not be able to orgasm…"
"What did I miss?" A man suddenly appears in a flash of white light.
"Toviyah," Tris screeches with delight and rushes the man. He is smaller than Satan, slim but still well built. He has brown hair and startling blue eyes. They especially stand out due to his more olive skin tone that makes him look like he spent some time at the beach. Great opportunities there, I already miss the chance to go to the beach…
Tris gets swept up in a hug and receives a few kisses before she is being tucked beneath yet another arm and brought back to Satan's side.
"I am so glad you finally decided to end the chase and drag him here," Toviyah says with a nasty look my way. "You shouldn't have wasted your time like that," he proclaims and Satan nods in agreement.
"I was just about to announce the full sentence. Be quiet and pay attention, son," Satan urges.
"Most certainly, father!"
With that, Toviyah stands on Tris' other side and they all turn to stare at me.
"As I said, you will not walk amongst humans ever again and are now a permanent resident. Furthermore you will not be able to orgasm until you find and receive love. Your blatant disregard for the purity of this emotion despite your nature makes it the perfect punishment."
I do dare protest. Who knows what else he will lay upon me if I question his judgement.
"Beitris, show him his new accommodation!"
And just like this I am dismissed. Tris walks closer to me while Satan and Toviyah set their heads together and talk too quietly for me to overhear.
"Come on," Tris orders and I follow her like a willing lamb to slaughter.
We pass hallway after hallway and there seems to be no rhyme nor reason.
"It is a maze and don't bother trying to find your way around. You will be a guest here until your probationary period is over. Then you can get either a house or apartment assigned to you. For now we are going to work on getting you acclimated and becoming a functioning member of society. Oh, here we are," Tris announces and opens a set of double doors with a flourish.
It is larger than I expected. For someone just sentenced to life, I assumed I would end up in a cell, chained to the all but this is more like a hotel suite. A small entrance, a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom, all with neutral furniture.
"How am I going to sustain myself?"
"When I brought you here your whole makeup was changed. You are still a succubus but you no longer need sex and emotions to stay alive. Simple nourishment will do just fine and not much of that. Unless you exhaust yourself you should get away with eating once a week. The kitchen has a fully stocked freezer and will last you for years."
"Years? How long is the probationary period for," I exclaim in dismay.
"The moment you orgasm you qualify for different accommodations."
"Yeah, how is that supposed to happen? I am not allowed to leave, can't feed on emotions and there is nobody around to fall in love with!"
"Wow, you really are jaded! Why don't you try seducing Toviyah and see if that gets you anywhere," Tris growls and disappears with a flash of red light.
"I don't swing that way," I shout into the empty room.
Just fucking great! What will I do now?
…
I am spending a whole week in solitude. Nobody comes knocking on my door, not even to check if the prisoner is still there. I use the time to read and watch movies, feeling like I am actually on vacation.
On day eight Tris appears while I am getting dressed after taking a shower.
She is wearing a skimpy dress, two large slits all the way up her legs reveal creamy thighs and the top looks like someone simply attached a scarf and called it a day.
"Oh, someone is awake," Tris giggles, staring at my boxers.
Looking down I see that I am indeed saluting her.
"What the fuck," I exclaim. "I thought that wasn't possible!"
"Why is that," Tris drawls, walking over and running her hand over my chest.
"The sentence," I groan when she plays with the elastic band.
"The sentence," she repeats quietly before running her lips over my pecks. My nipples pucker and my dick vibrates in expectation.
"My dick and balls are killing me. I have been taking ice baths every hour," I moan.
"Why would you do that?"
"To alleviate the pain of not using it," I answer honestly.
"You poor, misguided soul," Tris croons and lowers herself down to her knees.
Her hands are swift when she pulls my underwear down my legs and before I realise what is happening she is sucking me down her throat.
I moan loudly in pleasure and this time I recognise the heat within her for what it really is. Hellfire, created to punish sinners like me.
Before I know it, boiling hot lava pools in my stomach and moves into my balls before creeping up the length of my dick and then it just burns the very tip Tris is now sucking on.
I cry out in pain and not pleasure when nothing else happens.
Tris slowly releases me and stands up, looking me straight in the eye. "You can go all the way, Eric, but you feel this pain instead of an pleasurable orgasm when you would usually have one. This is your sentence," she explains calmly. "You were not made impotent, you were not told you could not have sex, you simply can't finish the way you are used to."
Tris twirls around and just like that she once more vanishes in a burst of red light.
…
Another week passes where I am left to my own devices. I read all the books and watched most of the movies. I ate some food and it did indeed nourish me.
Despite what Tris demonstrated, I am still having ice cold baths and showers, wishing to not relive the pain again should I get carried away.
This time there is a knock on my door and Tris lets herself in before I can make up my mind about opening my door to a stranger while living in hell.
"Good, you are fully dressed," she greets me.
Today Tris is dressed in a dark blue bodysuit that doesn't leave anything up to imagination.
"Hello Tris," I greet her warily.
"Would you like to go for a walk and select some new books and movies," she asks, surprising me with her kindness.
I nod eagerly and she opens the door wide.
I fall in step beside her and don't even try to remember which way we are going. A maze indeed.
We stop in front of a large set of double doors and Tris pushes her hand against the metal, activating something, apparently, and a human sized door appears right in front of us.
Tris motions for me to open it and follows me through.
"Wow," I exclaim when I see the seemingly never ending rows of bookshelves.
"Feel free to explore. The sections are labelled and the more modern books are at the beginning of the row, the further down you go, the older the publication. I would suggest you pick a healthy selection, I don't know when I will have time to take you here again."
With that Tris walks over to a large sectional sofa and flops down on some pillows.
…
I spend hours walking up and down the library. I don't even venture too deeply into the darkness that surrounds the older books, sticking with the last five centuries.
There is a treasure trove of books I want to read or read again and Tris finally gets up and produces a rolling cart I can use instead of piling everything on the small table beside her.
Who would have thought that Satan's library looks almost like a human one?
"What about movies," I ask when I sit down beside Tris.
"Do you think you will have time to watch a movie," she asks, eyeing the towers of books I piled.
"I plan to," I state.
"Alright," Tris sighs, waving her hand at the full cart of books and it disappears from my view. "Come on." She walks ahead of me to the door and does the same neat trick again.
I am focusing more on the sway of Tris' hips than the hallways when I follow, slightly behind her this time.
"Tempted," Tris calls over her shoulder and I shrug.
"I sure am but I am not keen on how it ends," I answer truthfully.
"The choice is always yours," Tris assures and I swallow hard.
Does this mean she is willing to sleep with me again?
Before I can dwell on it, Tris stops in front of another set of doors.
"Wow," I exclaim when I enter. "This is amazing!"
There, in the middle of hell, is heaven. The walls are all in soft cream colours, different water features throughout the room give an ocean ambience and the whole room just screams peace and tranquillity.
"Thanks, I worked hard on it," Tris says before leading me to one of the many doors to either side of the room.
We are now inside a different type of library. A large white screen is to the back of the room and three large sofas are on varying levels in front of it. A private cinema! The walls on either side are covered with DVD's. Huh, you probably can't stream movies down here…
"Take your pick but please make sure you don't mix them with the ones in your room. These are all mine and I'd like them back eventually."
I am staring at Tris, slightly dumbstruck.
"These are all yours?"
"This is my home," Tris proclaims and I swallow hard. She lives here, in this heavenly space. What I wouldn't give to spend just a bit of time here, soaking up the calming feelings I am missing.
"Can I stay," I blurt out.
"No, you were sentenced to your quarters until you managed to orgasm," Tris growls.
"Just for a few minutes after I pick the movies," I beg.
"What do I get in return?"
"Anything you want!" I will do anything she asks of me if I can only spend a little bit of time soaking up all the positive vibes. It is not just the feelings of love I am feeding on, the peace and tranquility I feel for a few moment when their very life feeds me sustains my soul, and now that my body stays nourished I am craving the other part.
"Are you sure," Tris asks me, her eyes changing colour and seemingly heating up with some red and gold appearing.
"I am!"
"Fuck me," she demands, grabbing the shoulders of her bodysuit and pulling everything down to her waist.
"What," I stammer.
"You give me pleasure and I will let you stay for a while," Tris offers. "Or are you afraid of a little pain?"
Little pain?! How about searing pain on very sensitive body parts?
Is is worth the pain? I will be deep in Tris' extremely tight pussy and I can stay and soak up some calm before I am stuck back in my room. That clinches it for me and I walk until I stand in front of Tris.
I push my hands out and grab her breasts, massaging them, before slowly trailing kisses down her throat. My mouth replaces my hands and I use them to push Tris' clothes all the way down. My lips follow an invisible trail down her stomach until I reach her nether region. Kneeling down and inhaling deeply I can feel the fire ignite within me.
"Lie down," I order and Tris throws herself backwards, landing on the middle platforms' sofa.
"Perfect," I croon when I see that the elevation brings her pussy up to my face.
I dive in and don't have to think about what I am doing.
Tris moans and groans in pleasure but no matter what I do, I can't bring her over the edge.
"Fuck me," Tris demands with a breathy moan.
No pain, no gain, I tell myself and strip.
"Turn around," I order, and Tris actually does as requested. I pull her hips closer and push her down ever so slightly.
Tris leans onto her forearms and holds her position.
"Perfect," I croon and don't hesitate to shove my hard dick right into her waiting pussy.
Immediately my balls start burning but I am focusing only on Tris. Remembering our last encounter I decide to ask for permission first.
"Can I touch your clit?"
"Yes," Tris hisses and makes enough space for my hand to sneak beneath her.
The moment I make contact I realise my mistake.
The feel of her moist nub under my fingertips, the sounds of pleasure coming out of Tris' mouth and the fluttering passage my dick is stuck in make the fire in my stomach burn bright. It moves down into my balls and I whimper when I feel it slowly inch up my dick. There is no holding back, Tris' body won't let me, and I scream in agony seconds before Tris' shout of euphoria.
"Don't stop, keep moving," she pants but I am paralysed by the pain. Tris takes charge and rams against me, taking what she needs and I cry in pain when I feel her spasms increase in strength as my balls shoot flame after flame into the tip of my dick.
"Oh god," Tris screeches as she orgasms again.
I would have laughed at the irony of this but the flames devouring my manly bits, trying to burn them to charcoal it seems, prevent me from doing so.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Tris' body calms down and I immediately pull out of her.
"Thank you, that was just what I needed," Tris pants and turns around. "Go and relax, Eric. I will join you after I clean up."
She doesn't have to tell me twice. I dress quickly and rush back out into the humongous haven of tranquility.
…
Tris doesn't talk when she joins me. She simply lies down beside me and closes her eyes. I have no idea how long I was there before I fell asleep too but I am feeling the loss when I wake up in my own bed.
Tris doesn't visit me after the week is up and when the fourteenth day of my solitude passes I am expecting her to walk through the door any moment.
On day twenty one I am awoken by people whispering in my living room.
My heat rate spikes and I am kind of afraid to check who broke into my place until I recognise one of the voices.
"Tris," I exclaim and rush towards the door, naked as I am.
"Hmmm," Toviyah moans when he spots me over Tris' shoulder. "I can see the appeal," he stage whispers to Tris.
I am about to retreat and put some clothes on when Tris turns around and smiles brightly upon seeing me.
"Eric, nice seeing you," she quips, looking me up and down.
"I'll be right back," I state and hurry back into my room to get dressed.
"Don't go on my account," Toviyah calls after me and I close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again Tris is right in front of me, holding out fresh boxers and a t-shirt. As soon as I take them she disappears into the red light I now associate with her.
"You forgot to eat," Toviyah states when I re-emerge, digging through the freezer. "Don't deny it, your aura is diminished and you took longer than necessary to wake up to our presence.
"Here!" He dumps the contents of the container he pulled out of the freezer onto an oven dish and hands it to me.
"I can't eat it like that," I protest and Tris sighs, shooting an annoyed look at Toviyah before holding her hand over the frozen lump of … maybe stew?
I hear a sizzle and watch steam rise before the thick stew spreads out and starts bubbling.
"Careful, it might the too hot now," Tris warns as Toviyah hands me a fork.
Neither of them talks while I eat and when I finally feel my strength return, both lay into me for my negligence.
"What's it to you if I fail to eat," I finally dare to ask, more than annoyed and exasperated by them.
"You are staying in the home of Satan, we do take care of everyone under his roof. You might have been sentenced to life here but that doesn't mean we want you to suffer needlessly.
"Right, because that other part of the sentence doesn't involve just that," I sass before I can even comprehend I was thinking to speak.
Tris and Toviyah look at each other, obviously able to communicate silently.
"Fine," Tris huffs and disappears.
"Where did she go?"
"To clear our schedule for a few weeks," Toviyah answers.
"Uh, why?"
"Because there are a few things you need to learn sooner than later," he answers cryptically. "We will take turns to spend some time with you each day. Make sure you adjust to life here and that you actually eat when you need to."
"I need more than food," I admit quietly. "The food does provide the strength I need but my mind drives me crazy without the feeling of peace I used to get with each feed."
"Is that why you made the bargain with me," Tris asks just as she reappears beside me.
"Yes," I admit quietly.
Once more Tris and Toviyah stare at each other.
"Alright, come on," Tris orders and grabs my hand, teleporting me with her into her home, Toviyah right beside us.
…
And so begins a weird new routine of either Tris or Toviyah showing up at my place for a couple of hours. Toviyah always brings stacks of papers and a computer, he prefers to keep me company while I read and we don't speak much. His is a silent companion that I have come to cherish despite his admiring looks my way.
Tris, on the other hand, spends time watching movies with me or letting me take naps in her room of tranquility. More often than not she is sleeping right beside me and I am starting to crave being near her almost as much as the peace her home provides me with.
"I won't be able to come see you for a week. There are some things that I can't postpone but Toviyah will come," Tris says after she teleported me to her place.
I am silent, what does she want me to say? Don't go to work? I will miss you?
Well, I will miss her and it seems I will have to make the most of today.
"Okay," I state instead of voicing all the things going through my mind.
"Okay," Tris repeats and drags me into her home theatre.
Things feel off and I can't focus on the movie, instead I am constantly adjusting my position until Tris stops twenty minutes before the end.
"Come on, you need to relax," she orders and pulls me after her, back into the main room.
"Sit down," she demands before leaving me standing alone in the middle of the vast room.
I pick the large daybed, smack dab in the middle. It gives a great view of the waterfall and I always feel like in trance when I stare at it. Usually my mind goes blank and I can shut out the real world but not today. My mind is still swirling around something I just can't grasp. I watch the fingers on the clock moving around, the large one doing two full circles before Tris reappears too far away from me.
Before I can voice my protest she disappears and comes to stand right beside me.
I don't think, I simply pull her down onto my lap and buy my nose into her hair. She always smells so good!
"Eric," Tris starts but I silence her with my lips.
She returns the kiss but tries to slide off my lap. I hold her tighter and she allows it. I know if she really wanted to she would be out of my grasp in seconds.
I moan when I feel my stomach burn as my dick comes to life, rising with fire flooding my veins. I don't care, I could burn alive and I wouldn't mind for as long as I can hold Tris.
She protests only for a moment when I peel her top off and shove her pants down. Kissing my way down her body I spend some time sucking on her clit while shoving three fingers as deep as I can inside of her.
"Eric," Tris moans and clenches around my fingers. Panting through the euphoria from her orgasm she just stares into my face, not saying one word as she calms down.
"Eric," Tris gasps when I move off of her and stand, stripping my clothes and dropping them on top of hers.
"What," she asks but I shush her with my lips as I lie on top of her, spreading her legs with mine and settling my erection at her entrance.
I look deep into her eyes when I push all the way in, her heat searing me but not as much as the fire lighting up my balls.
I moan in pain but the pleasure on her face makes it all worth it.
Deciding to not hold back and fuck her the way I know she likes, I pound into her. My dick is on fire, her moans of ecstasy mixing with mine of agony but when I feel her start to spasm around me I slow down and relish in the joy so clearly displayed on her face as she falls over the cliff again.
"I love you," I grunt when her orgasm brings another burst of pain, worse than anything else before.
Tris undulates against me and pulls my head close to whisper into my ear.
"I love you too!"
No sooner have the words left her mouth the fire recedes and I am overwhelmed with feelings of love and pleasure.
"UNGH, TRIS," I scream so loudly, it echoes off the walls multiple times as I explode and shoot load after load of my seed deep into her as I orgasm. Tris gasps loudly as she follows me, obviously surprised with another orgasm.
I can feel my eyes change as some of my power returns just as Tris' glow bright red.
Another burst of heat burns my whole body but it is most concentrated where we are still connected.
I scream in pain and then I know no more.
…
Soft fingers run through my hair and it feels so nice, I don't want to give away that I am awake.
"Look at them, Andrew. They look so happy and peaceful," a woman's voice whispers not so quietly.
"Shhh, don't wake them up yet, Natalie," a man's voice cautions.
"Too late," Tris mumbles into my chest and I pull her closer, hoping she chooses to pretend with me for a few more minutes.
"Beitris," the female calls out excitedly.
I can feel Tris move and pout.
"Get up, Eric," Tris urges and I finally open my eyes.
"Uh, where are we," I ask, looking around.
The room looks a bit like Tris' but then it doesn't. Oh, I think this is the real deal and not the illusion. The water I can see looking out the window seems fo be lapping at the sandy beach with each new wave, the sun shining brightly off the seemingly endless surface.
"This used to be my home," Tris tells me quietly.
"Used to be," I ask.
"How about we talk later," Tris suggests, looking back to the man and woman standing a little ways from us.
I look down and see we are still naked.
"Any idea as to what we should wear," I ask quietly.
"Oh, forgive me," the female calls out and two white robes appear beside us.
"Did we teleport with the daybed," I ask, eyeing what we are sitting on closely.
"Just get dressed,' Tris hisses and throws on her robe, tightening the belt before standing up. I follow suit, not willing to let Tris out of my reach, and together we make our way over to the couple.
"Mother, Father, this is Eiríkur. Eric, this is my father, Andreas, and my mother, Natalia," Tris introduces.
They shake my hand and I feel like I am burning once more but it is more muted than with Tris.
"What are you," I blurt out and Tris slaps her forehead, groaning loudly.
"Jesus, Eric! At least you did not ask Abaddon the same question," she grits out between clenched teeth.
"I am a seraph, Eiríkur," Natalia explains kindly.
"Seraph or seraphim, the Burning One, changeless, radiant and enlightening power, dispelling and destroying the shadows of darkness," I recite and they all gape at me.
"Uh, not quite," Natalie laughs. "The fire is more a quality of clarity, also called brightness. It just means I have an inextinguishable light and that I can enlighten others. Beitris, on the other hand," she smiles at her daughter "inherited some other traits from her father that turns her fire into an active force. Her heat brings sharpness, the ability to reach even the smallest things, rouse them with fervour and cleanse them with her heat. She is the one sent to retrieve those in the balance, destined for one but heading towards the other side," Natalia explains proudly.
"I don't think he meant to hear all this when he asked, Nat," Andreas throws in casually and Tris nods.
"Uh," I stutter, not sure what I should say after I opened my mouth before.
"Eiríkur, you are currently in heaven because we wanted to congratulate both of you on your mating. It had been a long time coming and Beitris was getting rather impatient. We finally agreed to let her hunt you down but she wanted to give you time to tip the scale her way. Seems it did not work out the way she hoped and now you are both stuck in hell," Andreas explains.
"For God's sake," Tris exclaims, clearly done with all the convoluted information I am receiving. "Andreas is is Abaddon's little brother, Natalie is who God created right after Adam and Eve but she is considered his daughter and was never meant to leave his side. To even out the balance the Fates decreed that mother and father were soulmates and when they met it was decided they live up here. When I was born it was decided my heat was more useful for uncle Abaddon while his son, Toviyah, was, in uncle's words, cursed with the light of his mother, so he spends most of his time up here. We work together to bring those reluctant to the right place but you just had to go and do things your own way," Tris ends with a stinky eye my way.
"Uh," I say and then close my mouth because I sure as hell don't think I will say anything resembling a coherent sentence even if I tried.
"What did I miss?"
Tris throws her hands up in the air in defeat when Toviyah appears right beside us.
"Nice, you finally pulled your head out of your ass and got your girl," he compliments me.
"Shut up, all of you. Eric and I will head back home and we will call you when we are ready to see you again," Tris proclaims and drags me back to the daybed.
"I want to see you before the baby is born," Natalia shouts and Tris still growls as we suddenly stand right in the middle of her living room.
"Argh," Tris screeches and waves her hand, the daybed reappearing right in front of us.
"Baby," I ask, still stunned.
"I told you about using condoms," Tris growls and stomps away.
"Hey," I chase after her and pull her into my chest, holding her tight with my arms. "I am sorry, I am getting better with weird things but there is room to improve," I whisper into her ear.
"Says the incubus," Tris groans.
Something occurs to me and I can actually feel how wide my smile is.
"Does this mean I can choose to move in with you?"
"You better, now that we are both stuck here," Tris growls, clearly still pissed about that.
"I am sorry, okay, I didn't want to die…"
"Had you not been so persistent I could have returned home centuries ago. Now I am forever stuck here because of your stubbornness. I don't mind living with my uncle for a while and doing my job but I never thought it would be a permanent position," Tris grouses.
"I am sor…"
"Save it, Eric. What's done is done. You are the man you are and we will spend all of eternity here. Just don't you dare complain again about how things went because that was entirely your fault. Had you simply done what you were supposed to and fallen in love with someone, you would have been brought to me the moment you passed over and we could have lived wherever we wanted."
Tris stares at me and her eyes are heating up. Time to shut up and practise what I learned over the last months.
"I love you!"
"I love you too," she states and her eyes return to her normal colour. "Now show me how much I mean to you!"
"Yes dearest," I croon and sweep her up, rushing over to the daybed to the sounds of her delighted laughter.
THE END
Beitris Scottish Gaelic form of Beatrice
Eiríkur modern Icelandic version of Eric
Toviyah Hebrew (God is good), form of Tobias
Andreas related to Ancient Greek andros = man, meaning manly, brave, strong, courageous, warrior
Natalia, Latin (but also Greek) meaning 'Christmas Day' (natale domini)
Seraph source: wiki/Seraph
Background: Stella wanted to lead this one and came up with two pages full of details for a new being she created. It is basically a mash up of an incubus and a few other supernatural beings. She went into a lot of details about feeding habits and procreation but when I asked her what's next she basically shrugged. This is what I made out of her character idea!