Doing the Devil
Sienna
always hated dress-up.
Even as a kid,
she resented having to peel off her own clothes to pull on the personality of
someone else. She felt confident with who she was and didn’t want to disguise
herself. Yet, still, every year Halloween came round and she was expected to
become a different person.
Tonight was no
different. Now twenty-eight years old, her good friends—a married couple called
Christian and Maggie—were throwing a party and she’d been invited. Though
reluctant to make an appearance, she worried too many no-shows to this type of
event would eventually result in her total exclusion from society.
So Sienna donned
the unimaginative but customary ‘sexy witch’ outfit, complete with stockings, a
very short skirt and a witch’s hat, and headed out to the party. Pausing on her
friend’s doorstep, she smoothed down her skirt and repositioned her hat. Music
and voices blared from behind the door.
Knowing no one
would hear her knocking, Sienna let herself in. Bodies pressed on every side,
drinks held in hand. The other guests eyed her as she passed. Most of their
faces were hidden behind masks—ghosts, goblins and ghouls—and she had no idea
if she knew any of them or not.
She spotted
Maggie in the kitchen, doling out drinks to her guests. Maggie had gone for an
outfit almost as unimaginative as her own—a cat—and black lycra clung to every
inch of her extremely curvy body. A mask adorned her face, with not so cat-like
sparkles all over it.
Maggie saw her
coming and waved a hand, beckoning her over.
“Hi!” she
exclaimed. “I’m so glad you came!”
“I can’t believe
you force me to come to these things. You know how I hate big parties.”
“You can’t stay
locked up in your house on your own for the rest of your life. You’re going to
die an old maid.”
“Thanks,” she
said. “But sometimes I think dying an old maid would be preferable to making
small talk to a load of people I not
only don’t know, but whose faces I can’t even see.”
Maggie shoved a
large glass of cold white wine into her hand. “Here, get that down you. It’ll
help loosen you up.”
“I hope that
wasn’t a jibe at me being uptight.”
“Never.”
Sienna scoured
the party-goers, trying to figure out if she knew anyone. Someone caught her
attention but it wasn’t because she knew him. One of the guests stood aside
from everyone else, not making the customary small talk or even drinking. Sienna
caught his eye and had to stop herself stepping back in surprise. He had the
most amazing amber eyes she’d ever seen—like those of a lion.
His face had
been worked in some kind of make-up, like rippled, burned skin, and painted
red. The red paint continued down over his naked upper-torso. He must have
waxed because not a single hair marred his smooth skin or ruined the perfect
paint job. Fur harem pants covered his lower half and bizarrely, big biker
boots completed the outfit.
Despite the
hideous disguise, Sienna couldn’t miss the broad shoulders and well-rounded
curve of this particular trick-or-treater’s biceps. This guy was a hunk of beef,
despite the freaky outfit.
“Who’s that
guy?” she asked, nudging Maggie in the ribs and nodding over at the well-built
stranger.
Maggie’s eyes
narrowed behind her cat mask. “I’m not sure. I think he came with one of
Christian’s friends. Of course it’s hard to tell with that weird mask, but I’m
pretty sure I’d have clocked that body before if I knew him. Now please excuse
me, I have to go mingle.”
Her friend
sauntered away, leaving Sienna standing in the kitchen feeling awkward. She
took a large swig of her wine, hoping to relax. Her eyes were drawn back to the
spot where she’d seen the man in the red make-up and her stomach dipped in
disappointment. He’d gone.
A voice spoke
next to her ear, “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been staring at me.”
Sienna jumped
and spun around to find the man she’d been watching staring down at her. His
huge frame dwarfed her petite five-foot-four stature.
Her cheeks
flushed. “It’s the outfit,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“Thank you,” he
said, smiling at her, revealing beautiful, straight white teeth. “I always like
to make an effort.”
She raised her
eyebrows. “I can see that. What’s your name?”
“Prince,” he
told her, no hint of a smile on his face.
Sienna grinned.
“Prince of what?”
“Prince of
darkness.”
She laughed,
“Don’t tell me you’re like one of those method actors who always stays in
character.”
Now he smiled,
flashing those perfect teeth. “No. I come in many forms.”
Her eyes roved
his chest. “I bet you do.” She dragged her eyes away, aware that she was
blatantly perving. “So who do you know here? Did you come with some of
Christian’s friends?”
“Oh, I know
pretty much everyone,” he laughed. “But that doesn’t mean I enjoy hanging out
with them. These things are always a bit much for me. I prefer things to be on
a more intimate scale.”
His words rang
true to Sienna. Perhaps she and this beast of a man had something in common?
“I’m the same,”
she admitted. “I can’t stand big parties.”
“So let’s go
somewhere more private,” he said, moving to take hold of her hand.
“Hey, no,” she
said, batting his hand away. His brazenness had taken her by surprise. “I don’t
like men who play dress up.”
But he leaned
toward her, his breath fiercely hot against her ear. “Who said I had dressed
up?”
A delicious
shiver ran down her spine and settled deep in her pussy. She couldn’t deny this
guy was unbelievably sexy. Even through the make-up, she could still see his
luscious full lips and the depths of those amazing amber eyes. It had been
awhile since she’d been laid bare in the hands of a man, and this guy seemed
like a very good place in which to break her famine.
Sienna slipped
her palm into his large hand and before she knew what was happening, he’d
whisked her through the throngs of people and into one of the bedrooms. A pile
of coats were bundled on the bed and she stood beside it, once again feeling
awkward.
“Turn around,”
he instructed, his eyes burning in the dim light.
Burning? How could they be burning?
But she didn’t
get the chance to think about it any further because he pulled on her arm and
twisted her around so she faced the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was crazy! She didn’t do things like
this.
Yet somehow she
wanted to. She never did anything out of the ordinary and here she was, about
to put herself in the hands of this bizarre but charismatic man.
He bent her over
the bed and pushed up her skirt, flipping it over her back. She stood, exposed
in her panties, suspenders and heels, but even this modicum of clothing didn’t
last for long. His hot hands slid down the curve of her hips, catching her
panties in his fingertips. In one smooth move, he rolled them down over her ass
and thighs. Sienna stepped out of the ring of lace and he tossed them away.
His hot hands
cupped her buttocks and his thumbs ran down the crack of her ass, dipping down
into her pussy. Moisture flooded between her folds and her inner sheath
clenched in anticipation. She’d never wanted to be penetrated so much in her
life.
Heat radiated
from his skin, burning into her back.
How could someone survive with such a fever?
Sienna ignored
all the questions going through her head, lost in the sensation of his hot hands
massage her sopping slit, rubbing back and forth, sliding further between her
labia just a little more each time. Pleasure soared through her body, making
her head spin.
She moaned and
pushed her ass back, hoping he’d get the message and push inside her.
He got the
message, but it wasn’t his fingers he penetrated her with.
Instead, the
fat, bulbous end of his cock pushed against her pussy. Feeling how big he was,
Sienna spread her legs further, opening her cunt for him.
With a single,
smooth motion, he pushed inside her, filling her. Sienna gasped—she’d never
been filled so completely before and her inner muscles stretched to their
limits to take him.
She dropped her
hands to the bed, using the support to hold herself upright.
His cock reached
up inside her as though it were an individual being, writhing, stroking,
twisting. It seemed to touch every part of her, like an inquisitive animal
nosing against her most intimate parts.
Sienna twisted
her head around to get sight of the amazing cock, thrusting in and out of her.
His hand was
wrapped around his thick length, pumping himself back and forth, masturbating
over her back. Sienna’s mind blurred. If he was touching himself, then what the
hell continued to thrust its way in and out of her pussy with such finesse?
Her eyes widened
as she saw something else reaching from between his legs; something long, and
thick, and scaly.
A tail? Surely he wasn’t fucking her with a tail?!
She tried to
step away, but he caught the back of her neck in one long-nailed hand, holding
her still.
I’m imaging things, she told herself, unwilling to
remove herself from the crazy pleasure coiling and twisting deep in her cunt.
She’d never experienced anything like it before—a whole new level of being
fucked.
He stomped on
the ground, the sound like horses’ hooves. She glanced back to see his head
tipped back, his lips parted as he revelled in his own pleasure. But just
before she turned back to the bed, she caught a glimpse of something white and
curved growing from his forehead—horns!
The fear she
should have felt was smothered by the ecstasy racing through her body. Nobody
had touched her in such a way before, as though he stimulated the essence of
her soul.
To add to her
pleasure, he reached around her body and his burning fingers found her swollen
clit. Already engorged with arousal, the added heat and pressure of the
circular motion he applied tipped her over the edge.
Suddenly her
orgasm mounted through her, too powerful for her body to contain. The room swam,
her consciousness washed away, battered by the storm.
Just before she
lost consciousness, he leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, his lips
burning her flesh, and she heard him say,
“Now you are
mine.”
Sienna woke up
on the spare bed, confused and disorientated. From outside the bedroom door,
the sounds of the party continued—music playing, laughter, people talking. She
remembered what had happened and sat up, looking around. Her lover was no
longer in the room.
Remembering how
he’d kissed her, she got to her feet and made her way to the mirror. A light
switch was beside the vanity stand and she flicked the switch, flooding the
room with light.
Sienna twisted
her neck around. Reflected in the mirror, her pale skin was now branded with a
red birthmark in the shape of a kiss.
Prince of Darkness, he’d told her
was his name.
And now she was
his queen.
Copyright © 2012 M.K. Elliott
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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