Demonium Rex AKA Buttercup

By Stephanie Burke

Win is a writer with a new house, a new life, and a rapidly approaching deadline. She doesn’t have time for the voices in her head to be demanding attention. She just wants to finish her book and maybe get laid. But what will she do when the character her subconscious dreams up starts becoming corporeal?

Demonium Rex is the undisputed king of all sexual demons, but when his people come to him with a mark who refuses to crack, he takes action. Now he is stuck in a non-corporeal form while the woman he needs to seduce is too stubborn to just let it happen. And even worse, she sticks him with a stupid name. But in the end, he will show her who’s the real King -- or his name isn’t Buttercup.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: May 28, 2021

Book preview

Chapter One

Who hurt you?

Wineva Waller had never felt so warm, so safe, so comforted. It was like she was being wrapped in a huge, soft, silk-lined quilt, or more like floating in a deep pool of the warmest of soft-perfumed waters. It had to be a dream, a lie. There was nothing soft in her life, had never been, would never be.

But why not enjoy the escape and live the fantasy while it lasted? She couldn’t do a lot of things for herself, couldn’t care less about the way the world worked or how people viewed her, but she could at least give herself this, even if it would dissipate like wisps of dew in the morning sun.

There were arms around her, solid and muscular, holding her in a warm embrace that canceled out worry, stress, and time. There was a large male body pressed tightly to her, a hard, fuzzy chest that her breasts were pressed deliciously against, chin nuzzling in the top of her hair, heavy, muscular legs entwined with hers.

As she contemplated who it could be, a large, warm hand slid up from her belly to cup her breast, the palm rough against her nipple. She couldn’t stop the moan from leaving her mouth as that clever, beautiful hand caressed her flesh, the fingers tugging sharply at her nipple, causing her to arch her back as the pleasure shot down her spine and settled in her pussy. She was getting so wet.

I can feel how much you want me, the voice purred as a second hand slid down to comb through the neatly trimmed patch of hair at her groin.

Win whimpered, feeling the need to be touched grow inside her. Those fingers were moving too slow. She needed more, she wanted more. She opened her mouth to complain when one of his legs shoved forward, parting her thighs, and she shivered as the cooler air of the room wound around her needy pussy.

I’ve got you, the voice insisted as warm, citrus-scented breath caressed her ear. There was a nip there as the fingers teased her mound, sliding down further, the tips caressing the root of her clit, and that one touch made her gasp, arching her hip to get more.

It felt so good… it had been so long…

Please, she whimpered as that knowing finger began to run small circles around the base of her clit, making her whole body tremble as she moved her ass back against the hard length of his cock.

Who hurt you? he asked again, his lips trailing down the back of her neck, his warm breath caressing her skin.

As she tried to figure out what he wanted, there was a sharp nip and then a solid bite to the base of her neck. Sensations she hadn’t experienced in a long time shot down her back as the hand caressing her breast slid up to wrap gently around her neck.

She began to pant, her heart was racing as his hard cock began sliding against her cheeks until the hot bar of flesh was settled between them, not trying to penetrate but just caressing her there too. The feel of him was intense and as she opened her mouth to demand more, the clever fingers at her groin finally moved lower, gently sliding back the protective hood of her clit to lightly caress her tender skin, pulling a whimper from her throat. Her hips began to rise up, seeking more of that electric touch, tearing her breath from her body as her heart began to race even faster.

Please, she begged as he began to take control of her body, playing her like a fine instrument and pulling sounds she would have been embarrassed were hers in the daylight.

I have you. His voice was deep and rough, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned her and this time pressed against her back to the bed. She could feel it racing, matching the tempo of her own rapidly beating heart as she rocked back against him.

She opened her mouth to demand more as his fingers began to press and tighten around her clit. Win could feel her slick wetness slowly slide down, soaking her swollen labia that was also begging for a touch. She tried to push her hips forward, to force his fingers where she needed them the most, but he only chuckled at her action.

Who hurt you? he asked again, biting down harder on her shoulder before he licked the sharp pain away.

Win was writhing in his arms, those arms that acted like steel bars that held her tighter, his soft, lightly haired skin pressing her against him, keeping her captive as his hips began to grind.

Oh, oh my God, she panted. Please, that… too much… I can’t --

You will take everything that I give you, he promised, the evil, wicked, beautiful laugh making his chest vibrate against her back. You will take it when I give it to you and you will love it.

She cried when finally, finally his fingers slipped lower, pressing against the lips of her swollen labia, pulling a scream from her lips as pleasure exploded in her groin. Her pussy felt hot and swollen and hungry, oh so hungry as he teased her.

Win violently threw her hips forward, losing control as he continued, pushing her desire to be penetrated higher, making her beg and plead with her lover. She was coming undone, she couldn’t stop shaking… her body quivering with need as his fingers, now slick with her juices, slid up to press against her clit, and she screamed again.

So hot and wet for me. He began nuzzling at her neck and his hand left one breast with its hot hard nipple to slide to the other, delivering the same delicious torture. So perfect, Win. You are so beautiful. Look at you losing it. Look at you, wild and hungry in my arms. I waited so long for you. I need you so much…

Please… she managed to gasp before moans poured forth from her mouth. God, she needed to be filled. I am so empty…

Win felt tears fill her eyes as she trembled in his inescapable grasp. Her mind was whirling with desire, with hunger, and he was still toying with her.

He thrust hard up against her ass as his fingers finally… finally, slid down, the tip of one just touching the raw, needy opening to her…

* * *

Wineva jerked awake, her eyes tracking madly around the room for a moment before she reached for her bedside table and the electronic pad that sat there.

This shit is gold, she gasped, quickly trying to write everything down before she forgot. Maybe my next book will be about demons, but you will have to wait.

Talking to herself was no big deal, really. She didn’t even notice when she did it most times. And right now, even with her loins throbbing with what had felt like a professional touch from her dreams, it was more important to get the scene down and blocked before she forgot it. Damn, her dream lover was insistent now.

The other dreams she had similar to this one were okay, she thought as her fingers flew across the digital keyboard. She actually used two of them in a novel she just turned in. Her editor was pleased and her characters suddenly got a whole lot more exciting. Anytime her editor sent her photos of a buzzing vibrator she knew she was on the right track. But this dream right here… it was a doozy of a love scene and she wanted to get down every word before the dream faded.

You need a name, she thought absently, typing until her fingers started slowing down and her eyes grew heavy once more. I’ll think of a name for you, I promise, she mumbled as sleep overcame her, and the pad dropped to her lap. Tomorrow…

Under her bed, a set of very amused, scarlet eyes blinked before they slowly faded from view.

You were correct in calling me, Number Two. The words, whispered softly, were lost in the sound of the air conditioner buzzing softly in the cool room. A second set of moss-green eyes blinked before they too began to fade away. She is but a hard nut to crack -- the voice trailed off for a moment before it whispered one final time, sounding amused but determined --and she will be my masterpiece.

* * *

Wineva yawned, stumbling to her feet as she climbed out of bed and made her way toward her bedroom door.

It was odd living in a house after so many years spent in apartment living, but it was nice. The hard part was getting used to the new space that she suddenly had too much of. That and remembering where everything was after so long in one spot. Two nights ago, when she first moved in, she almost mistook the bedroom closet for the bathroom and nearly christened her favorite shoes in a most unrighteous way.

Now she staggered to the bedroom door wearing only her granny panties and a loose tank top she used for sleeping. She absently scratched at her butt as she held in a yawn, thinking that maybe she should leave the hall light on or something. The shadows looked ominous as she moved down the hall toward the bathroom. She peered to her left and down the staircase and paused because for a moment, she could have sworn she saw a pair of glowing red eyes.

Huh, the shadows danced crazy in her new environment, she decided as she continued on. She wanted to get bathroom business over with as quickly as possible so she could lay flat again in her bed… and man, was it the best bed ever.

Vibertron Technologies put out one hell of a vibrating mattress. Her whole back had started feeling better after five nights. That, combined with her arthritis medication, had her sleeping for more than four hours each night and she was very much okay with that. A movement in the corner of her eye had her turning her head again as the shadows and… that was a form taking shape.

She paused and stared, amazed as one of the most perfect masculine forms started to grow out of the darkness. Yes, there was the chest cobbled with muscle. Yes, that was an eight pack with a most adorable little innie belly button developing. Yes, those arms were corded with huge muscles, the shoulders looking like they could hold the weight of the world. Yes, those were some thick old thighs that looked like they had enough power to hold her weight as he pressed her against the wall and…

No, she declared, pointing to the shadows that seemed to be slowly moving toward her. Amazingly enough, they stopped. No, she spoke again, narrowing her eyes and glaring in the darkness. I know you want me to give you life on paper but that ain’t happening until I deal with my dragon shifter. You will have to wait your turn.

Then she turned and again continued her unwelcome trip to the bathroom. Stupid characters don’t know how to stay in their queue. Gotta finish the fighting scene with the battle dragons before I move on to kinky shit with guys who have more cock than common sense.