Corrupting Demon

By Marion Webb-De Sisto

Can demon lust become true love?

On the magical world of Kurbridor, Emmi Jareth reluctantly goes to a club with two of her friends. Soon she realizes someone seated in a dark corner is watching her. Even though he appears to be human, she believes he’s a demon. Emmi leaves the club and finds him waiting at her building’s front entrance. A moment later he’s gone and she thinks three glasses of red wine must have made her imagine him there. That night she dreams about this person and that his name is Turael.

The next day he stands outside the store where Emmi works, watching her, but is gone before she leaves. When he comes to her home and convinces her he is a demon who will corrupt her through sex, Emmi is frightened. She feels physically attracted to him, yet is appalled by his intention.

Is it her destiny to become a sex slave of the demon lords, or are Turael’s plans changed?

Reader Advisory: Is the affection of a corrupting demon true love or merely lust? Only the author and readers of this story know the answer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910397282

Marion Webb-De Sisto

Marion Webb-De Sisto was born and grew up in the UK, but spent many years working and raising her family in the US. At present, she lives in South East England with her American husband. She describes him as her hero. Marion enjoys creating romantic tales about demons, fallen angels and vampyres. Her heroes are dark and threatening, but have a core of goodness inside them. Her heroines, who are not always fully human, fight for what they believe in.This author describes herself as a people watcher and uses her many years of working and communicating with people as a blueprint for ‘fleshing out’ her fictional characters. She has also written several non-fiction books that explore certain metaphysical subjects. Do stop by and pay Marion a visit.

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CORRUPTING DEMON

World of Kurbridor 1

Marion Webb-De Sisto

Can demon lust become true love?

On the magical world of Kurbridor, Emmi Jareth reluctantly goes to a club with two of her friends. Soon she realizes someone seated in a dark corner is watching her. Even though he appears to be human, she believes he’s a demon. Emmi leaves the club and finds him waiting at her building’s front entrance. A moment later he’s gone and she thinks three glasses of red wine must have made her imagine him there. That night she dreams about this person and that his name is Turael.

The next day he stands outside the store where Emmi works, watching her, but is gone before she leaves. When he comes to her home and convinces her he is a demon who will corrupt her through sex, Emmi is frightened. She feels physically attracted to him, yet is appalled by his intention.

Is it her destiny to become a sex slave of the demon lords, or are Turael’s plans changed?

Reader Advisory: Is the affection of a corrupting demon true love or merely lust? Only the author and readers of this story know the answer.

CORRUPTING DEMON

World of Kurbridor 1

Marion Webb-De Sisto

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CORRUPTING DEMON

World of Kurbridor 1

Copyright © November 2014 Marion Webb-De Sisto

ISBN: 978-1-910397-28-2

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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Dedication

This story is dedicated to everyone who believes in the magic and wonder of love.

Chapter One

Emmi Jareth sat at the bar with her two friends, but wished she was home. Although Shelena and Kat often pestered her to go out with them at night, she usually managed to refuse whatever they suggested. Tonight, however, she’d given in and they pulled her into this noisy club filled with humans, shifters, and a few demons. It was one of her friends’ favorite places to visit.

Everyone seemed to be chatting to someone while she sat drinking a glass of red wine and feeling down. No one showed any interest in her, which was fine with Emmi. None of the men were her type. There had been one or two guys in the past that she found interesting, but they soon moved on once she’d shared intimacy with them. Emmi believed she wasn’t beautiful or even pretty. Her hair was medium brown and her eyes were a light shade of gray. She thought her body okay, although not tall and willowy or invitingly curvy. Several years ago she’d had to face the fact she was quite ordinary. Well, not quite. Her grandmother was an elf so that meant she could do certain things that humans couldn’t. Also, compared to short-lived humans, her life was unending—barring accidents. Emmi’s senses were more acute and she could make objects move without touching them. Yet these skills hadn’t brought Mr. Right to her door. In fact, some men thought she was a bit creepy when they saw her moving things, or knew she could hear what people said from a distance.

Shelena sat on the stool to her right, chatting to a guy who’d just sat down next to her. Kat, on her left, kept making eyes at a lycan. He was close by at a table with two others of his kind. If both of her friends hooked up with these men, she’d definitely be walking home alone. Emmi always preferred walking home with someone, but being on her own wasn’t scary. After all, she possessed the elf skill, where she only had to touch a person to give them an intense jolt of pain. There had been a couple of threatening situations in the past when she’d used this power in order to extricate herself from danger. She would use it again, tonight if it was necessary. Right now, however, she wished she had the ability to move her body instantly from this club and into her living room.

Emmi finished her drink and indicated to the barman that she wanted him to pour another glass of wine. He was busy with a couple of customers, but nodded his understanding. She sat waiting and tried to block out the different conversations that took place both near and far away from her. When she succeeded, Emmi listened for a few minutes to the evening’s entertainment—a guy singing and playing a guitar. His song was about lost love, nothing she wanted to dwell on, so she turned her attention to sensing the club’s crowd.

Even with her back to most of them, she knew a group of lycans sat off to her left, and the tables immediately behind her were filled with humans. Here and there were one or two demons, drinking mead and eyeing the women around them. Everyone knew they enjoyed having a one-night stand with any female who wasn’t averse to their kinky sexual pursuits.

She moved further away, sensed some dragon shifters, and then a table of demgels. These offspring of demons and angels usually frequented bars specifically for their kind, but she picked up the information that these particular demgels were bar and club hopping, looking for a missing relative.

Emmi was about to coil in her senses when she was suddenly hit by a very strong force completely new to her. While its owner sat at a distance from her, it felt as though the energy burned into her awareness. The feeling it instilled frightened and overpowered her.

The barman came over with the wine bottle in hand, and filled her glass. After looking up and thanking him, she stared at the bar’s long mirror, trying to locate where the force came from. None of the people’s reflections caught her eye or senses. Then she noticed how both far corners of the club were almost in darkness. In one, a couple kissed and might be doing more. The other corner housed someone whose reflected image was indistinct, yet two glowing red eyes appeared to be staring right at her. This person was definitely the source of that strong force. Human, shifter, or demgel eyes didn’t glow like that, but some demons possessed this attribute.

She sent out a sensory thread, trying to establish who the source was, and was met by what felt like a sharp blow to her head. Wow! Someone didn’t appreciate her curiosity. Usually, Emmi could do a little sensory probing without the awareness of those she inspected, but this one made it clear he or she wouldn’t tolerate it. Oh well, if male, he was probably interested in Shelena or Kat and didn’t like her interference. Both of her friends were popular with males, whether human or shifter, and possibly with demons as well. She felt almost sure those glowing eyes were focused on one of her friends, not on her.

Emmi moved her line of vision away from the mirror, not