Lust, War, and The In-Between: An Anthology of the Few and the Fun

By K. Flynn

There's nothing like a good fling or a good fight in life.

 

It's good to be honest. This anthology is that. Separated into three main sections and with a madman's hierarchy of sorting, Lust, War, and The In-Between doesn't cover up what it is nor tries to be anything else.

 

This is mostly purple prose with a dash of short story fiction. It is neither totally both, but rather a mix, and offers something for everyone who's looking for tales of far-off lands or snippets of the closeness of two bodies. Maybe even three. Certainly not even four. Regardless of tastes, there's a well-curated buffet for the hungry to fatten up and indulge themselves in. Don't like the current meal? Skip to dessert, and spoil your appetite. And don't worry. There's plenty of spoiling in here too, and to a rotten degree. 

 

For every shade in the spectrum of emotions, Lust, War, and The In-Between has a chapter for you. Whether you're here for bodies all sweaty or bloody, or maybe even a combination of both, this anthology has that and much, much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Aug 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9783755449317

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Lust, War, & The In-Between

By K. Flynn

Dedication

Dedications. Right. This is where I am supposed to applaud the patient and give thanks to my inspirations. Ah, fuck that. No. I am not here to glorify those that I've read or show my appreciation for all those around me. The least of all my family. They're lucky these words aren't dirtying their oh, so clean name. Talk about a real dedication.

Instead, I will say thanks for those closest around me. The ones that know the real me. The ones that have seen all the ugly and mangled bits and pieces of me that I'm too careless to carve out. This is dedicated to them.

Oh. Almost forgot to mention. This is also dedicated to the dirty and perverse that have been an odd combination of pleasure and vile disgust to get to know. Thanks to the right ones. To the others, live your best. 

The Lust

Sore eyelids pulled down by devils,

can’t stumble; must keep on.

A break for work.

Led by a clock.

Does the date even matter?

Essential the brew is as breath.

Diving into the hot heaven.

Boiling liquid with scent captivating,

yet its handler is a demon.

Love would be too proper,

or at least would ignore the primal.

Voracious want, but with a master.

Evil and addictive, pound for pound.

Roaring veins of java.

Only feeling in the schedule;

a shangri-la in an apron.

Steamy as the brewing cup,

teeming with Aphrodite’s essence.

Everytime worth it all,

dumping the used cup after.

Wince from the burn at first,

idolize the rush and hurt.

Total want from the Earth,

haze-state until total rebirth.

Lasciviousness from the to-go.

Under the high, but must goodbye.

Seconds loosen into days by the joy:

tomorrow a new cup of familiar pleasure.

 Scalded By Love, Roasted By Lust

Brimstones & Blackmail

Ram wanted to deliver a hardy sucker punch to the gut of past him for how much he fucked up. Riding the elevator up to the CEO’s office of the publishing company he worked for, he really wanted to just grill his past self till he was nothing more than a scared whelp. There wasn’t much he could’ve done to deal with the boredom of long hours, but there are a hundred better things to do than to gamble on company property and time. It’s not like he was the one to initiate the games or they had collectively planned  them; it was just something that spawned out of boredom from having to do monotonous work late at night with no one else around to keep you from making mistakes, such as the one made last night. Somehow, someway, word had gotten out and he’d been placed at the scene of the cards. Now he was being sent up to be most likely fired from his most stable job in years.

All over a couple hands of blackjack.

There wasn’t that much to even distinguish him from the other saps that worked on his floor. Ram had an aftershave that always creeped back, untamed charcoal hair in his case, bags under his eyes that any bank heister would swoon for, and the characteristic that likely sold him out: his leftover bulk from his experience working construction before he this job. He shuddered at the thoughts of those days. Thankfully, he was able to keep his human shape and to hide away the real reason he was walking above the core. The elevator dinged, marking his arrival, and giving him one last precious second to steel himself for the chewing out. 

It took Ram a second to realize it, but the elevator had actually gone to the wrong place because what he was looking at certainly wasn’t the CEO’s office. The room looked more like a two-story suite as it had an infinity pool outside and a spiral staircase up to the second floor. He’d actually never heard anything about the CEO besides them being a shut-in that gave most hermits a run for their money, and the fact that they were a bona fide genius. What an odd combination. The floor he’d been delivered to was more along the lines of a lavish penthouse rather than a paper and pen filled office. It was faint, but it sounded like someone on the floor was running water or a shower. He’d made the mistake of instinctively stepping out of the elevator so his fate was sealed as the doors closed behind him. Ram was left standing in the hall of the penthouse.

I’m in here. Don’t keep me waiting. A female voice from came from the hallway to his left. I have a meeting in twenty, but it was important to discuss this before that.

Ram followed the voice, eventually getting to a bedroom decorated with fine rugs. He wasn’t a great judge of expensive tastes or bedrooms, but this one's theme was odd. And not rich person, high-art odd. Just odd. A painting above the bed was of a flipped coin mid-air and a deck of cards sat next to the nightstand. More card delicacies littered the spaced. It was like someone stole pieces from a casino and, slowly but surely, displayed them like trophies.

If you want to keep your job, then you will hurry up.

The voice came again, clearly from the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

Seeing steam roll out from below the door and hearing the rush of water, Ram reminded himself to be respectful and to keep his mouth shut so he didn’t end up making anything worse. He found he had a hard time doing that. He gripped the door handle before opening it, being greeted with an almost all-white bathroom filled with steam. A shower lay behind frosted glass. Ram cursed his eyes as they traveled to the plump form behind the glass, damming its scant existence, but savouring just how much it gave him.

So you, Ram -- which is what I am going to call you regardless of what you say, the CEO said. You were caught gambling on company grounds and during work hours. Is that correct?

Yes, ma’am. It had gotten to the point Ram had to turn his back away from the frosted glass and her provocative figure: he was here to observe and nothing more. He didn’t have an easy job like his cousin, Zeris, with tempting humans to sign lengthy contracts. He was sometimes envious of that job. Which I am deeply sorry for and regret. I understand the severity of the issue and harbor no ill feelings towards the company.

You certainly came prepared thinking you were going to lose your job, which might still be the case. That just depends on how you answer. Before I say anymore, I feel compelled to ask: do you like gambling, Ram?

Ma’am? Ram asked, unsure if he was being tested or not.

Please, call me Beela. Beela’s voice had temporarily switched to something less commanding. And yes; I want to know if you like to gamble. If you enjoy at least the rush of it all? Please answer honestly.

I think that there are definitely worse ways to pass the time. Ram was lying through his teeth, but he had plenty of experience doing that. It’s not something I do often, I promise you that.

Oh, really? There wasn’t an ounce of genuine surprise in Beela’s voice and they both knew it. From what I heard of the people you played with, you’re damn good at it.

Ram scratched the back of his head; a bad old habit he picked up at a bar in Alexandria. Well, they were pretty shit themselves, so that’s not saying much.

There was a moment of silence before Beela spoke. Hmm. I think you’re lying about that, but I’ll just have to see. Alright, I’ll give you the offer.

What offer? Ram knew she was bullshitting, but wouldn’t say that in the face of the person who held his job and fate in their hands.

It’s simple: you come to the gambling game I’m holding tonight, Beela explained. If you do so, then the situation from last night will be forgotten. You have my word for it.

Ram turned around, heart beating a bit faster than he expected it to in the situation. That’s it: just gamble? You don’t want me to do a bunch of remedial courses or a mountain of paperwork?

Ugh. That would be so boring. Beela’s voice flipped to something eager. And wouldn’t be any fun at all. Yes, you will have to gamble at your best, and I will be able to tell if you don't, but I’ll pay for your buy-in and the existence of it won’t go further than the people involved in it. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to cheat you out of anything here.

What’s the catch? Ram asked, knowing that this wasn’t anywhere near company protocol, but not something he’d say no to.

No catch. It’s going to be a couple simple hands of poker, and you walk away with your job intact. Hey, maybe you even make some more money than you expect. It’s now or never, Ram. Make your gamble.

Ram knew poker better than he did the back of this form’s hands. He learned the game as trident from other servants bored like him, then the humans later learned of it and decided to give it their own name.

I’ll do it, he said, trying to keep his mind on the real reason he was here,

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have any fun.  

I knew you’d say that.

 Still standing in front of the shower, Ram saw her outline come towards the frosted glass and he instinctively turned around. He kept his breath steady, which was a lot easier to do compared to keeping his back turned. The shower door swung open and the steam leaked from the shower. Ram’s heart decided that it was time to pump more blood than was ever necessary. 

After your shift tonight, you’ll be given a new outfit to wear and at nine PM sharp. I expect you to be coming out of my elevator doors. Once the funds have run their course, then you can leave, Beela said, her voice no longer hindered by the glass door. I promise.

Ram stood completely still, hearing her feet patter on the bathroom floor. Surprising him in more ways than one, a hot breath hit the back of his neck. It took effort to keep himself from turning around. He realized that he hadn’t looked for any mirrors in the bathroom, but he decided that it would be smarter if he didn’t find out.

Mmm, said Beela, tone between squaring someone up for a fight and looking at a fresh meal. Yes, that will be all. You can go now. I don’t think you’ll disappoint me at all, Ram.

No less than twelve hours later, Ram was riding up the same elevator with a degree of confusion that was the same if not more than the previous ride. Odder enough, was the outfit he’d been given. While he and the rest of the people in his department normally wore just a white t-shirt and tie to work, he’d been given full formal wear. Suit jacket, dress shoes, a silver watch that was worth more than three times his monthly paycheck, a soft white undershirt, and even a new pair of underwear that felt so nice, he hoped that he’d be able to keep them after.

 Ram checked the hands on the expensive watch and they read 2100 hours. Seconds later, the elevator doors to the CEO’s floor opened and Ram was treated to the same view as before, but basked in the shadows of night. Even before he’d taken a step, the CEO’s voice rang out.

Right on time, Ram. The meeting’s upstairs and we’re just about to start, so don’t linger. Beela’s voice carried from the second floor.

Going up the spiral staircase, Ram expected to see a blackjack table with a wealthy entourage like he would expect at a high roller table at a casino. He’d seen his fair share of gambling tables during his centuries on the surface and they all had the same types. Regardless of whether they were the cigar-smoking figures of the criminal underworld or the mud-covered peasants whose lives were filled with such hardships that only watered-down ale and cards could prove an escape, every table was the same. But when Ram opened the door, he was presented with an environment more befitting for an interrogation. And more importantly, she’d lied about the meeting part.

Beela was the only person at the table.

The room was covered in darkness besides one light that beamed down onto an oval gambling table. Set on the green felt of the walled battlefield, were two equal stacks of various chips on opposite sides. The two mountains faced down each other with a single deck of cards in the middle. There was at least a half a million dollars worth of chips on the table, but what sat on the opposite side of the table interested him more.

A pleasure to finally meet you, Ram, Beela said

The CEO’s blood-red eyes watched him with curious intent as he walked up and pulled the only chair out and sat on it. Wearing a short sleeve, button-up shirt that matched the color of her eyes, the CEO's black pant legs were folded over one another. She sat in silence as they studied each other. For a CEO, her outfit looked like it would fit in at a carnival rather than a publishing company. Around her neck she wore a choker with the symbol of a clover, on her waist a black belt with a spade buckle, a brace on her right wrist with a red heart on it, and red diamond earrings hung from her ears

Beela’s hair followed the trend. Reaching down past her shoulders, it was an absolute shade of oily black with patches of white dyed into it. He had to admit that all of the red and black played wonders with skin the shade and smoothness of milk chocolate.

A pleasure to be here, ma’am, Ram said.

Tsk tsk tsk, Beela said. Told you to call me Beela if we’re to get to know each other.

Ram raised an eyebrow. Is that what this is? I thought I was here to gamble with a group, not get my ass fired once I win one hand.

Beela let out a rapturous laugh. I never said that you were going to be playing with anyone beside me, you know. As far as your fears are concerned, you face no fate with losing your job over beating me. She leaned in and propped her chin up with her elbows. In fact, you might win more than could've dreamed of, but that’s for later.

There wasn’t any sign she was lying, and, if there was anything Ram had learned after his centuries with humans, was when to tell if they were lying through their teeth. There was also a strange excitement to the woman, but, from what he’d heard about the famous CEO, she was anything but the average innovator. 

Just deal me the cards and tell me the buy-in for the first couple of rounds, Ram said, grabbing one of his chips and walking it across his fingers. Let me remind you, that you wanted me to come and gamble, so don’t get sad if I clean you out.

Putting her hands down, she squeezed her breasts together so he could have an eyeful of the deck she was playing with. Ram kept his eyes on hers as much as he could because he knew that her outfit was just another tool to distract him if she wanted to do so. Don’t worry, Ram, I think that this night will end up much, much longer than you expect. One you won’t forget. 

Two hours and countless hands of poker later, the two souls eyed each other with a mix of suspicion and respect. Ram had loosened his tie a bit and Beela had returned the favor by unbuttoning one of the buttons on her shirt. It only seemed fair that one factor of distraction be met with another. The temperature in the room hadn’t changed at all, but as rounds progressed and the game became more convoluted, the heat of the room felt like a ten plus increase. The game had properly begun to stall out because of a very, very rare case in gambling that rarely happened for a reason.

Neither could pull ahead.

If one won a large pot, then the other would play more conservatively or bluff their way back to a more level standing, and then the expectations for what the other would do would just fold and double on themselves. It was obvious to Ram that they were an equal match. But more obvious to him was how excited Beela was by the game. Her hands shook slightly and when she took a deep breath, she’d exhale hot air that matched the tone of her savoring eyes.

And while he wasn’t excited in the same manner as her, Ram was loving the chance of a real challenge. Devils like him didn’t get many chances for pure rushes, and gambling with chumps could only got him so far. Fortunately, she was keeping him on his toes.

Before dealing cards for the next round, Beela sighed. You have played enough, you know. Your job is as secure as it can get. Along with that, you have the option to leave if you want to. This will be forgotten as if it never happened and you continue working tomorrow. Of course, you don’t get to keep any of your winnings, but I’ll give you a consultation kiss on the cheek if you really want one. But if you stay…

Hmmm? Ram asked, a grin infecting his expression. What do I get if I stay?

If you stay, we continue playing. You are up on me by around ten grand, sure, but if you agree to a new set of stakes, then you will have the chance to win the full pot, Beela explained.

Deal.

There wasn’t a second of hesitation from Ram. He knew that it only took the right string of hands to win and he felt that he could have her in a couple of rounds.

You are proving to be too much fun, Ram, Beela said. I hoped you would be a challenge, but gambling pros at Vegas don’t have the skills you do when it comes to cards. So, where’d you train?

Ram let himself get into it by leaning forward. That is a secret you’ll have to win off of me, Beela.

Beela bit her lower lip in a restrained notion before pushing all of their chips to the left of them in one pile. The pot has grown and the buy-ins and currencies are different.

Huh? Ram said. He noticed that she didn’t have any chips, money, or anything else with her to gamble with. What are we gambling with then?

The clothes on our bodies.

Whatever game Beela was playing, Ram couldn't say no, and they both knew it.

I’m in, but what if you’re lying to me and wearing more clothing and accessories than I am? How can I trust that you didn't set me up to be at a disadvantage?

Bah. Beela dismissed the notion with a wave of her hand. We both are wearing a total of nine pieces of clothing and accessories. I picked out your outfit, remember? Or do I need to show you the video tapes from inside the elevator you came up on to remind you

Ram’s face flushed and Beela giggled from it.

No one else has access to the feed so it’s just mine and I don’t plan to share it with anyone.

Ram highly doubted that, but he continued on. You didn't answer my question.

Well, by that logic, you could’ve changed quickly somewhere on my floor before coming up and meeting with me. You could be cheating me out of this gamble just as easily, Beela said.

Guess you're just going to have to win and find out, Ram said.

Mmm. Beela unbuttoned another one of her buttons and gave him even more to heat up at. Guess I will. Shall we play?

History repeated itself and sooner than either had expected. They were down to just their underwear. Their clothes were piled off to the side of the table, but neither felt a single tingle of chill. Ram had been unsure while she had the shirt on, but now that it lay in a crumple, he was able to see her lace bra in all of its glory. The tithes had been fair as she was making constant glances down there and at his bare chest. His mind kept going back to his last conversation with his cousin, Zeris, and how she’d gotten a human to sign a contract. But, he wasn’t supposed to do that.

A gamble over a contract wouldn’t hurt. Right?

You know I have you beat? Beela teased, looking at her hand.

Ram glanced at his cards: she was right. Only a miracle from the sworn enemy of his boss, the Big Man, could save him, but devils like him didn’t get those. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t on a losing streak after the first half, but he wouldn’t admit defeat till he had nothing left to give up.

So sure, are we? Ram bluffed.

That pretty face can’t save you from a bad hand like yours, Beela said. Soon I’ll get to see what you’re really made of.

Well. Ram threw his cards out. Looks like you beat me fair and square.

And we were having so much fun. Thank you for playing with me, honey, really, Beela said. The offer for that consultation kiss is still on the table though.

What about another game? Ram stood up and walked over to her side of the table before leaning up against it. One with different stakes and rules to it.

Beela raised an eyebrow at him. How about we stop playing around, and you pin me to this table and fuck me silly?

Ram’s lip tried to twitch into a sneer, but he just continued to stare at her.

Yeah, I’m the one who dragged you here, Beela pushed her chair back. The one who blackmailed you to gamble and play with me because I can’t find any half fucking decent competition in this whole city. The one who beat you at your own game. So, what are you going to do about it? Going to make me pay for it or are you going to let me beat you in this too? Going to make a mess out of an innocent thing like me?

The side that Zeris had always teased him, the reason why he’d been excluded from a job like hers, suddenly came to the front stage. Even last month when they caught-up with coffee and she introduced him to the human who signed with her, Ed, she’d joked about his exclusion. The reason he wasn’t picked like Zeris was, wasn’t because he lacked the lust, mind, or skills for the job, but rather a much, much more simpler reason. 

Ram had too much lust.

Chuckling to himself, Ram walked back to his chair and sat folded his legs. No.

Eh? Beela said, tilting her head to the side. I don’t think I heard you correctly.

I won’t do it, Ram said, grinning at her.

Beela stood up and slammed her hands on the table. And why the fuck not? What are you waiting for? A royal invitation? You limpdick motherfucker! How dare you. How fucking dare you. Do you know who I am?

You’re a masochist, Ram said without changing his expression or demeanor in any way. You like to gamble because it tempts you with the possibility of losing, but you’re too good at it. You want to find someone that can beat you because you’re tired of being the best.

There was a fire in Beela’s eyes that would’ve made most drill sergeants shudder in fear as she walked over to Ram. Sitting right in front of him on the table, she wished he was still wearing his tie so she could yank on it to get her point across. She settled for grabbing his head and shoving it down into her breasts. She felt his warm breath on her skin and grinned madly.

No, no, no, that isn’t how this works. I won and you lost, Beela whispered into his ear. This is the part where you’re supposed to make me suffer for how I humiliated you, the part where you scramble my brains and make me wish I hadn’t ever uttered your name. Are you really going to deny poor, incredibly lonely, old me something like that? She tenderly bit his ear. I don’t want to have to pay you directly for services, but you are really, really tempting me.

How about this. Ram lifted his head. You listen to the little deal I’m about to tell you. He reached a hand around and pinched her ass, causing her to moan quietly. If you agree, then I’ll give you just that.

Go on, Beela said, licking her lips. 

I’ll do whatever you want me to do tonight or whatever I want to do to you -- depending on your preference.

Beela snarled like an animal at Ram’s words.

And in return, you act as my little helper. I stay with you as your new partner, and you do some minor favors for me.

Mmm. What are you? Beela asked.

Slowly, his skin turned to its true dark crimson color. Her eyes only grew as she saw the devil tail unwind from behind him. His previously brown eyes flickered to a deep azure blue, and now in his true form, he felt a freedom that’d been locked away for years. 

I’m a card devil, Ram said, grinning.

Deal, Beela said automatically.

Just like that, a contract was made.

 Preference?

Get your revenge on me, and if you hold back I will-

Beela’s words were cut off as she was pulled off of the table. Her knees hit the floor and her heart was already beginning to beat with excitement. Seeing her there, Ram’s logical mind started to fly far, far away, as he moved the folds of his underwear and let his dick pop out. The whole night had been a tease so far, but his body was hungry and his meal was more than willing. 

Go on, he said, staring down at Beela.

What am I, your pet? I should-

Ram didn’t even let her finish another sentence as he grabbed her head and pulled her mouth into his member. It happened in a blink of an eye and Beela’s eyes snapped open as she felt him inside her mouth. Her gag reflex triggered, but even as she tried to pull back, he wouldn’t let her budge. He savored the expression she gave off as she realized that her mouth was his now and he would make it fit.

Warm and wet, saliva began to slowly pool in her mouth before dropping down onto her tits. Ram couldn’t keep a straight track of all he wanted to do to her as the current lewd thing was soon replaced by another. He could push her, as any devil could with a human, but decided that she didn’t deserve to be spoiled so soon. 

Gingerly, he pulled her off of him, feeling the tip slide from her throat to her tongue before resting right on her lips. Hot breath caressed it and it was already covered in her saliva. The eyes that stared up at him showed none of the fire or confidence from before; just total want. 

Now, Ram bent down and caressed the side of her cheek. how did you say you wanted it again?

I want… I want, Beela murmured, almost chuckling at how far gone she already was. I want to lose to you. I want you inside me and I want you to make me regret ever messing with you. Please.

As my contractor demands it.

Without missing a beat, Ram grabbed her head again and forced her back all the way down to his base. The sound of her gagging and throat temporarily tightening around his member aroused him even more. He was tempted to just pull her nearly entirely out before repeating, but that would require more patience than he was capable of. He wanted to cum, but thankfully, he had her at his disposal to help.

Ram didn’t let her bob her head back and forth. No, that would’ve bored both of them. Instead, he used her head better than she could’ve and was unflinching with it. Each pull and push caused more drops of saliva to fall onto her tits and ground. Beela was lapping her tongue around him, but she was more focused on the close wave of pleasure that she so desperately needed. Unconsciously, she moved a hand down to her panties. They were soaked thoroughly and she added to her own pleasure by playing with herself. 

His hands were cruel and the look in her eyes didn’t help Ram either. They were near blank in some sort of haze-state. For some reason, he didn’t like it, and he instinctively pulled her all the way into him. He changed his grip so one of his hands was pulling her hair towards her so it tilted her head differently. All he had to do was wait.

Hour-filled seconds passed until he felt a slap on his thigh: she was having trouble breathing. He wouldn’t give her the reprieve, instead slowly pulling back before jamming her mouth fullly onto his base. The buildup had reached its maxed, and he pushed and pulled a couple of more times before cumming. He kept her there as his cum pooled into her mouth and down her throat. 

Once he was done, which Beela could’ve sworn was more than what male humans were capable of producing, he pulled her mouth off of his member with a wet flop. It still stood upright, but now it was properly coated with her saliva and warm as hell itself. Beela just sat on the floor, catching her breath from her own climax.

Did I say we were stopping? Ram asked.

Beela wiped the spit from her mouth. Fuck you. You’re supposed to be a devil, right? So act like one. Fucking pitiful.

Ram dragged her up by her hair before putting her back to the table and pushing her onto it. She fell and was presented with staring up at the devil lording over here. The tingle of literal heat tickled her legs as she felt his skin.

If you are what you are, why are you working the job you have? Beela asked with a shaky voice. 

Sorry, hun. Ram ran his hands across her thighs, pinching along the way. Can’t tell you that. Trade secret.

All bark and no bite, Beela snarled. I expected you to be rougher.

He grabbed her moist underwear and ripped them off before abruptly thrusting into her. While her panties had been wet, he saw her eyes pop open wide from his size and the moan was something feral. He wasted no time and propped her legs up and started to pump into her, holding them so there was no place for her to go.

Clap after clap built the pleasure for Ram and reminded him of what he truly was. Yes, he’d been dragged and manipulated into this game and gotten to strip, but she’d bargained for more than she’d expected to get. She was wet and it helped him fit in her better, but he wasn’t here to be gentle. Pushing her legs back to her, Ram got the angle and was able to penetrate deeper into her with a slower, more restrained force to each thrust. 

Is this enough for you? Ram asked.

Yes, plenty enough. I just need. She struggled with her breath. To… Her words trailed off as she lost concentration to lust.

 Time to change that then.

Scrambling for the discarded tie to the side, Ram grabbed Beela up by the hair and looped it around her neck and then yanked on it like a chain. Every motion, with his member still in her hard and close to cumming, tempted him, but he had restraint. He ignored the fact that she’d wormed her legs behind his back and scissored them, and yanked on the tie till she was close to tilting over. He caught her falling figure on chest and leaned back. Not even a second passed until he was once again thrusting up into her.

The effect was immediate as Ram felt her hands scramble for purchase on his back. Getting eye-to-eye, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her. The pleasure added to it all and then an idea popped into his mind. Holding her ass with one hand, he slapped her ass with the other one.

Beela moaned.

What, you’re going to slap my ass till I cum? Is that your plan? Fucking sad. You’re such a weakling fuck.

Ram pumped up into her again and slapped her ass harder, causing her to moan louder.

Whatchu going to do, slap me harder and harder? Because if you do I’m going to come so fucking hard, please slap me more. I will pay you so much, please.

All of the words only gave him more conviction. Seconds passed and his hand were getting tired of slapping. Her ass was bright red and covered with fading prints of his hand. Legs locking him and gravity getting him deeper in with each pump, he was only able to go a bit more till he came. His hands squeezed her ass as his hot cum shot up into her. Beela’s mind was close to completely fading away from her and it took all of her effort for her legs to not slide off his back and leave her hanging there with him, bulging and spending inside her. 

Ram grabbed her red shirt from the side and brought it over to her, drawing it around her. She was still trying to catch her breath, but she felt his seed leak from her and plop to the floor. As if she had just conquered a month-long task, she wrapped her arms around him and laid on him. The heat from his skin was more comforting than anything she could recall. 

Ram planted a quick kiss on her hair. I’ve done my part, and I will continue to do so, but tomorrow, you help me.

He got close to her ear. And don’t think our gamble is over.

A Storm And A Dream

Asra popped out of sleep with a shout. Her heart wanted to fly out of her ribcage and she felt the slick coolness of sweat on her burning skin. It had been the same dream again, and leaving it each time was as jarring as the first occurrence. There had never been nightmares that had haunted her to this extent, but this was nothing like a nightmare. The dream would make her turn and shiver in her sleep as the pair of devilish purple eyes peered into her soul, eventually leading to her mind snapping out of it and leaving her in a frightened and breath-stealing state. Purple eyes with a mouth and voice that tormented her in its own special way.

Managing to get her breath down to a reasonable pace, she looked around her tent to comfort and reassure her that she was safe. The confines of her tent were sparse, but she and her people were nomadic so not much was needed. She needed everything she brought with her; she could trust it all. The blankets of animal pelts she lay under and on top of were examples of such great items. She was able to take one big breath before falling back on her pad. She stared up into the tent, but those damned purple eyes that she’d been seeing for a month still haunted her mind. 

The only times she’d been able to get away from the thought of them when she was on raid with her tribe. Only the rush of battle, the warcry from a charge on horseback, the beaming pride of her family, and the raw moments of life or death in battle, could keep the purple eyes and their stare away from her own copper eyes. Asra was born into a tribe known for their ferocity and she was no different as she was granted the title Asra, Embraced by Tooth and Claw. Come the next raid, she would don battle-tested light armor, war paint, her belt, scabbard, sword, and banner of her tribe, and ride into battle. 

She was shorter than most for seeing twenty-four suns, but she had worked hard enough to build up tough muscle to compliment a frame that many of the elder women in the village whispered about. Asra had the wide hips and chest to bear her tribe many sons and daughters. Along with the envious figure of smooth walnut skin, her pride and joy was her oily black hair whose intricate braids reached past her shoulders and told a personal story of her rise to the position of a warrior. 

Despite her status and offers to her father for her hand in marriage by suitors, it had been long since her animal pelts have held two in their eternal rest. Suitors meant nothing to her and her father, and he wanted her to choose when the time came. It might’ve been her devotion to battle or that any man who ended up with her would be expected to sire as many children as possible, but the reason didn’t matter to her. She had been content for a long time, until a couple months ago; until the purple eyes started to haunt her dreams. 

Asra felt the draw of sleep again and felt secure in her surroundings, so she laid back down and pulled the pelts over her. She yawned lightly and snuggled in more. Taking one last look, she opened her eyes only to see a pair of purple eyes staring back at her. 

Hiya there.

Asra didn’t know whether to scream or scramble for the knife under her pillow first, so she did both at the same time. In less than a second, a knife was in one of her hands and plummeting towards the purple eyes, and at the same time, the eyes disappeared. The knife swooshed through air and into the pelts. She blinked and wondered if she was dreaming again. She was sure she’d seen them and seen the sharp teeth below them speak. 

Awwww. And here I thought I would get a warmer welcome than that. The voice spoke again.

Ripping the knife out, Asra rounded on where the voice came from. She was ready to leap out of bed and fight back, but as her eyes met the same purple that she’d seen in her dreams, she was unable to do anything but freeze up. The eyes belonged to a body, and one that if she hadn’t heard the voice earlier, would doubt was even there. The figure was sitting at the corner of her tent with a leg up and an arm over it, watching -- no, that wasn't right. It was studying her. Its skin was smokey dark grey with flashes of deep blue that seemed to shift and disappear across its body. She couldn’t make out more besides that, the sharp eyes, and the pearl white shark-esque teeth that grinned at her.

Wha-what-what are you? Asra asked, all of her mettle as a warrior suddenly gone. 

The figure titled their head at her. Come now, Asra. I thought I wouldn’t be a stranger to you by now.

I… I… Asra fumbled for her words. 

Awww. You should see yourself right now. I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing that beautiful face and lips of yours get warm, but I hope I can taste them later, the figure said.

Asra was suddenly conscious of her naked body and scrambled for a pelt to cover herself. She lifted up the knife and pointed at them. The figure simply grinned wider at the act. It seemed that if they were here to kill them, which she was beginning to doubt was the case, they weren’t scared of her.

Asra continued to struggle in getting ahold of herself. Each word out of the figure’s mouth was making it harder and harder for her to concentrate.  You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real.

The figure cackled. Asra, Asra, Asra. We both know that I am very, very real. You at least know my name, so I want to hear it. Go on. I want to hear my name that’s echoed in your dreams for months now.

Hezan, Asra quietly said, surprised that she even knew it and more that she was able to say it without stuttering. 

Mmm, Hezan said, taking his arm off and starting to crawl towards her. When you say my name it makes me want to show you just exactly what it does to me. Happy to see me at last, Asra, Embraced by Tooth and Claw?

The sudden use of her earned title was like the shock of cold water to Asra. She held the knife back up to him, but with a more confident grip and clear mindset. Don’t come any closer.

Hezan stopped on all fours, shrugging. Wouldn’t you prefer me there with you? By your side? Letting me warm you up on this cool night?

Shut up! Asra hissed. The offer was more enticing than she wanted to admit. Tell me what you are or I’ll gut you!

You could try to, but I think you’ll find me much harder to kill than anything you’ve ever come across. But if you gave me that knife, I could show you how to really use it, Hezan said, purple eyes staring into her.

What. Are. You? Asra repeated. 

Hezan sighed before crawling a bit closer. Well, I could tell you that I’m a storm demon, and I wouldn’t be wrong in that, but I think that your people would call me something else.

A storm demon? Asra asked. She could tell that her mind was beginning to fuzz again.

No, my precious warrior. I’m much, much more than that. Hezan crawled slowly and Asra caught sight of something behind him then her eyes traveled lowered and she saw something hanging that immediately made her avert her eyes. I’ve been in your dreams for a reason, but here I am, and if you’ll let me whisper it to you, I’ll tell you what I am.

All of Asra’s training and teachings of a warrior yelled at her to skin the man-thing alive before it got too close, but she didn’t do anything but let the knife fall from its point. As Hezan got just barely beyond an arm’s reach of her, she could see his full body now. The smoky dark skin of the night wasn’t too far off for being a storm demon as it was a basalt-greyish tone with wound-like blotches of deep-dwelling blue that shifted in and out like the lapping of a wave on a shore. Along with the smooth skin, two horns popped out of his bald head and a jagged, pointy tail danced behind him. There was also the more obvious thing down below, but Asra was trying to stop herself from looking again just to make sure and. Her mind was already flying away as it was. 

Asra was still clutching the pelt to cover up her chest and remained still as Hezan crawled up to her and went next to her ear. He waited a moment to speak and feeling his warm breath sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine. 

I’m an incubus, more specifically, I’m you’re incubus, Hezan said. Now about that taste. May I?

Y-y-y-y Asra knew her face had been progressively getting more flush by the second, but it was burning hot for her now. Just the tease of being so close to the incubus was more than she was able to handle. Yes.

Such a good thing, Hezan said before taking a tender bite out of Asra’s ear. It sent another shiver down her spine and made her bite her lip to keep herself from moaning. 

Before Asra could say anything, Hezan reached a hand out to her chin and held it softly. She was eye-to-eye with the damned things that had haunted her dreams, and then the next second she was getting kissed by the lips they belonged to. The kiss had come slow and gentle, but the feelings she experienced were anything but. His lips were soft like the perfect patch of grass and as she leaned into the kiss, she felt a notable shift in everything. The air around them became electric, her heart was beating noticeably faster, her skin on fire, and she had an urge to bed someone like never before. 

She needed Hezan for that urge to be filled.

Catch me if you can, Hezan said, then disappeared right in front of Asra’s eyes.

Hezan knew he had chosen correctly. Reappearing outside her tent leaning up against a tree in the forest, he smirked to himself. His Brood Mother had told him specifically which mortal he was supposed to have his fun with, but he had never been good about following instructions. He hadn’t planned to be in her dreams the first time since his kind never got any control over where they ended up during their slumber. He had worked very, very hard to bury some of the things his dreams had brought him to before and wished to keep it that way. But in this case, the Fates couldn’t have picked a better place. 

There would be hell to catch when his Brood Mother caught word of him going after this mortal. She would be saddened to learn that not a single part of him was going to regret this. She would also be disappointed in him at how fast his heart was pounding at this game he loved playing, but she saw it more as a job and one to be treated with a cold interior and seductive exterior. He wasn’t like his Brood Mother in the slightest. Seconds later after he disappeared from her tent, Asra came rushing out of it. Her chest had been wrapped up with bandage and a short skirt had been thrown on as she looked for him. 

There you are. I was wondering if you’d gotten bored of me so soon, Hezan said.

Asra’s eyes snapped to him. Her body was ready for action, chest falling and rising with each breath. Hezan also never liked to play fair. 

Hezan stood up from the tree. Asra, be honest. What do you want from me?

What am I feeling right now? Asra demanded.

Catch me and I’ll tell you, Hezan said, blinking then disappearing again. 

Slipping into the in-between, Hezan watched as Asra delved deeper into the forest looking for him. Every once in a while he’d re-form and call out her name just to keep her going. The longer he played the game with her, the more she would be getting frustrated with him in more ways than one. That was something that the aphrodisiac in his spit would do. It would drive her mad until he gave her the relief she needed. Eventually, he decided that she’d been tortured enough and fully materialized.

I’m over here, Asra. Come and get me, Hezan said, standing in a clearing with a tree to his back.

Asra was faster than he’d expected, but she was still human. As she dashed forward to tackle him, he shifted his weight and grabbed one of her arms. He lightly laughed as they fell to the ground, but in a controlled motion that ended up with him on top and in control. The sight of her red face and sweaty made him want to throw everything he had planned out the window. He managed not to, but only because he knew it would be more fun.

Looks like somebody l-

Asra surged forward and kissed Hezan before he had a chance to finish his taunting. The growl at the back of his throat got stuffed by the continuing pleasure from the kiss. 

It might’ve been one, it might’ve been five, but once Hezan broke away from the kiss, lips covered in her saliva and tongue tired, his mind had thoroughly folded into a side of him. One he wished he could indulge into more. He watched as Asra worked to catch her breath. He had no troubles with that since he was built for this and had stamina that could well outlast any human. 

Tell your incubus what you want, Asra my beloved dear, and I might give it to you. That is, if I’m feeling grateful, Hezan started. 

Tell me why I feel this way and what I can do to stop it, Asra sputtered out.

Tsk tsk tsk. So demanding. If you must know, it’s an aphrodisiac. One that got into your system once you kissed me. Hezan’s tail flicked behind him. That’s why right now you can only think about getting shoved against a tree and spent in, over, and over again, before you’re nothing more than a begging sow, right?

Asra opened her mouth to say something, but Hezan continued.

My saliva is the reason why you have a burning feeling inside of you that is shouting at you to become my plaything, right? It’s what is reducing you from this proud, fearsome, bloodthirsty warrior, into a pent-up woman who wants to be turned into cum-happy, panting, dirty piece of meat whose only real use in this world comes from getting filled up by me? Let’s face it, you’ve always wanted to be nothing more than a breeding mare, but now, you’ve found the demon to do it. Isn’t that right, my Asra?

Asra feebly nodded.

Good. Now, go onto that tree and put out your ass so you can show me exactly where you want it, Hezan commanded.

In seconds, Asra was standing in front of the tree, one hand on it and the other reaching behind to pull her cheeks apart. Hezan’s mind treated his body like a human and he was eager in more ways in one for this. Placing the tip on her ass, warm grey on smooth walnut skin, he started to rub back and forth on her. It was building anticipation for them both, but he could tell that it was harder for her. He let his hands travel up her body, going from thigh right up to her neck. Her body tingled and trembled with excitement. 

Please, please, please… Asra’s face was sickly hot, each word coming out a pant. Just give it to me, please.

Hezan’s hands traveled down to her chest, squeezing it and making her yelp. Spread yourself, show me where, and ask for it. Now.

I… Asra started to say.

Do. Hezan leaned forward and kissed her neck. It. Or you won’t get it.

Meekly, Asra used both of her hands to spread her cheeks and vagina apart. Here. Please. My vagina. Please, fuck me here. I want it. I need it, please, please, please…

Hezan cackled before lining up and thrusting up into Asra. Her arms swung to the tree to hold her up from the crashing pleasure. It was like the first bite after a long-awaited meal, but something was wrong. Instead of the feverish feeling going away, it only grew. He reared back and started to thrust into her with a maintained tempo. He couldn’t go all-in just yet, that’s how mortals got broken.

The tree shook in complaints as Hezan fucked Asra against it, her arms using the century-old being as the only piece of support. His hands grabbed and twisted her nipples as he pounded into her with fresh claps of meat that he loved so much. Asra couldn’t stop herself from moaning as each movement hit her whole body. It felt like he was poking into her and that if she looked down, she would be able to see him going all the way into her. The feeling of him going completely to the base, the one that was happening more times than she could ever possibly count, was something she didn’t know she was missing. She wanted to be filled up by Hezan and stuffed thoroughly. 

Hezan stopped with a clap and let himself stay in her, pulsating as he let her catch her breath. Does somebody need a break? I thought you were supposed to be a battle-tested warrior, not some weak bitch who can’t even last one round.

Asra’s eyes snapped open. No, please. I can go more, please. I swear. I’m so close.

Then put your hands back where they were, Hezan whispered into her ear. So you can be a good little whore and get bred.

Asra nodded and put her hands back on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. She looked back and bit her lip as she saw him fully inside her, throbbing and waiting to move. She wanted to watch, but