Logan huddled in the shelter of a large rock and listened to the wind moaning around him. Bitter anger at Queen Maeve's treachery still burned in his gut, but that would have to wait. At the moment, he had more pressing concerns. Somewhere out there, in the scouring dust and burning wind, something was hunting him.
If he was lucky, it was another human. The hunter was human-shaped. He knew that from the one glimpse he had gotten before, it had vanished behind cover. Unfortunately, that wasn't much comfort. The demons that called this nightmare realm home could almost pass for human.
Almost.
He glanced into the sky as he did every few minutes. Logan had quickly learned that lesson. Many of the demons could fly. A sudden shadow or the subtle flap of leather wings might be his only warning. Like birds of prey, they could hurtle out of that boiling sky in a heartbeat.
This realm was a savage place. Everything that moved was predator or prey. It was obvious which category the one hunting him thought Logan belonged in. Logan was of a mind to disagree.
He reached down and stacked another handful of loose rocks in the most apparent walking path and inside the camouflage of sturdy, sickly white scrub brush. As booby traps went, it was rather piss-poor, but every advantage mattered. The rattle of a loose stone could be his only warning.
His weapons barely qualified as such. A stick of deadwood, from some kind of sickly looking, black tree, was stuck through his belt as a would-be sword. He carried a fist-sized stone in either hand. Sticks and rocks, that was all he had between himself and a world of demons.
Thanks, Maeve, you bitch. He thought.
Logan heard something and went very still. The click of claws on stone? Maybe. It was too faint to identify, but it sounded close.
A shadow fell over him. Something leaped down from the top of the boulder. He moved but too little, too late. Strong arms wrapped around his chest. Pain bloomed in his shoulder as sharp teeth bit deep.
Logan responded instinctively. Hands spread out to break the body hold, followed immediately by a hard elbow strike to the midsection. His attacker fell back from the blow. Quick turn and snap kick.
The creature was hurtled back against the boulder by the strength of his kick. The crack of stone against skull was unmistakable. It fell to the dirt, senseless or dead.
Logan closed to attack and finish the job. He pulled the stick out of his belt, raised it above his head, aimed the sharp end at her throat, and... hesitated.
Her throat. Logan realized. A female.
A naked, young woman lay at his feet, but not a human woman. For starters, her skin was the color of lavender. Subtle patterns of a slightly deeper hue ran across her flesh like a full-body tattoo. Her hair was a lion's mane of snow-white, almost hiding the two small, black horns on her forehead. Sharp black claws extended from her fingertips and toes. Some strange, oily, black smoke seeped out from where her head had struck the rock.
A demon. A native of hell. One that had just tried to kill him.
She was breathtakingly beautiful he saw, now that she wasn't trying to disembowel him. Long, curling lashes framed her eyes. Her face was slightly round, like a girl barely out of her teens, with a cute nose and full, black lips.
Hunter or prey. He reminded himself as he raised the stick to drive it into her chest. He was alive only because he had gotten lucky. Those claws looked wicked sharp, easily capable of scooping his guts out like ice cream. And she was built for hunting. Head to toe, she had the sleek muscles of a professional athlete with a tiny waist and smooth, flared hips. There was nothing soft about her. Well, nothing except those magnificent, perfectly round breasts.
Killed or be killed. Logan took a deep breath.
And that perfect bubble butt. And that face. She looked so cute laying there asleep. So vulnerable. So helpless.
He scowled and lowered the stick. "Godammit, Logan."
*****
Logan stared across the small fire he had managed to build and wondered what the hell he was going to do now. His captive still lay where he had carried her, still bound hand and foot with strips of his shirt. The rest he had used as a bandage to wrap the claw marks down his shoulder and staunch the bleeding.
The rock had left an ugly cut on her head, but when he gently brushed her hair back, there was no blood, so hopefully, that was a good thing. Apparently, demons did not bleed. Her breathing looked even and untroubled. Healthy even, the way her firm breasts rose and fell with every breath.
"Dammit." Logan got up to look outside yet again. He couldn't go far even if he had wanted to. The shelter he had discovered could not correctly be called a cave. It was more of a deep cut in a cliff, but it kept the stinging wind out and hid them from the view of any flying demons, thus firmly qualifying as "better than nothing." Unfortunately, it was a bit too cozy for two.
If he sat, they touched. No matter how he shifted about, eventually, some part of him came to rest against some part of her. Under normal circumstances, that would not be a problem with a willing female as lovely as she was.
His current situation did not qualify as normal circumstances for many reasons. There was, for instance, the fact that his unexpected house guest was still entirely, and gloriously naked. He tried not to stare at her perfect curves. To keep his imagination from wandering down inappropriate avenues. To ignore the way having her hands bound behind her back pushed her already impressive breasts out even further. Or the cute landing strip of snow-white hair between her legs.
Shit! Logan ground his teeth in frustration, stood at the opening, and focused on deep breathing, which wasn't much help because of reason number two. She smelled magnificent! Not quite perfume. Not quite that clean scent of skin. Somewhere in between the two, a spicy-sweet musk that seemed to linger in his nose. In such a small space, it was inescapable.
The touching issue was also unavoidable in his tiny shelter, which was reason number three. The demon girl had the muscle tone of a jungle cat, but her skin was as soft as warm butter. As smooth as sin and just as dangerous.
None of which was at all helping the fact that Logan was horny as hell. He shouldn't be. Queen Maeve had drained him dry only hours ago, not once but twice. Regardless, his dick had been a lead pipe in his pants ever since picking the female up and carrying her into this shelter.
Last but not least, there was the tiny fact that she had bloody well tried to murder him! Walking wet dream or not, bringing her back to his hide-away easily qualified as the dumbest damn thing Logan had ever done in his entire life. Once she woke up, there was zero reason to think she would not try again. He did not dare to sleep.
Logan sighed and rubbed at his eyes. Speaking of sleep, how long had it been? At the very least since before arriving in the clearing of Grandfather Bear. Time seemed to mean nothing here, but his internal clock said he was on day two with no real rest.
He turned back to see yellow eyes looking back at him and went very still. Her pupils were slitted like cat eyes and watched him with a steady, unblinking gaze. A heartbeat of silence settled between them, then two.
"So... hi." He offered.
She said nothing, gave no indication that she understood at all. Logan took a step toward her. She tensed. No fear, just a sense of being ready and waiting. Slowly and with some difficulty, she managed to sit up. The effort made her anatomy jump and sway in ways that made Logan's mouth go dry.
Logan knelt closer to eye level. "Can you understand me?" He tried for some version of low and soothing, but still no response. He sighed. "No? Well, I guess that sort of rules out, "Please don't try to kill me again" as a conversation starter."
He pointed to his chest. "Logan. I am Logan."
The creature looked where he pointed. He dared to hope he was somehow getting through. Then yellow eyes wandered lower until she was staring at the bulge in his pants, clearly outlined as he knelt in front of her. Eventually, reluctantly, she looked up at Logan's face. There was no mistaking the invitation or the hunger in her golden eyes. Her nipples grew taut with desire. He watched, breathless, as her thighs opened as much as having bound ankles would allow. Logan could not help but notice that her nether lips were a darker shade of purple and wet.
He found it a little eerie and a lot erotic. The creature made no big show out of it. There were no subtle games of seduction and no hint of anything like modesty or embarrassment. She made it seem so simple. I am aroused. Let's fuck.
The musk of her sex hit Logan like a rock to the head. It made him dizzy. It made him hard. Logan wanted to tear her loose and dive in headfirst. He wanted...
He stood abruptly and jabbed a finger at her. "Enough! I do not fuck prisoners of war, and I'm not going to give you the chance to cut my throat, so just fucking stop it."
A long moment passed in silence. Slowly, without ever breaking eye contact, she closed her legs. Logan sat back down once the hammering of his heart eased off a bit, and his blood pressure dropped out of heart attack range. Her naked leg lay against his dirty pant leg. If she noticed, she gave no indication. Neither did she make any further efforts.
He held his hands up. "I need to check those bindings and make sure they are not hurting you. So, take it easy, alright?" He scooted closer. "Easy." He murmured. Logan checked the knots around her ankles and ran a finger under the strips of cloth to make sure they were not too tight. He reached over to touch the silky skin of her naked shoulder and gave her a gentle push, encouraging her to roll onto her stomach. She seemed to comprehend and did as ordered. Logan checked the knots around her wrists and loosened them where they had gotten a little too tight. He made a mighty effort to stay focused on the task and not on the swell of her naked, toned bottom pressed against his leg.
Logan was sweating by the time he crawled back over to his side, and his dick ached from the constant erection. "This is gonna be a long night." He told her. The yellow glow of her eyes gave nothing away of the thoughts hidden behind them.
*****
Logan awoke quite suddenly to the chilling realization that he had nodded off, and to the sensation of wet heat. He blinked and looked down at a lovely face in his lap and plump, black, demon lips gently working up, then swallowing his cock whole with no difficulty. His tool was in her throat, so Logan felt as much as heard the growl of warning when her lantern eyes looked up at him.
"OK." He nodded. "I hear ya. No sudden moves. No problem."
She stared into his eyes, tongue absently tracing the shape of the dick in her mouth. After a long moment, she seemed satisfied that he would stay still and went back to work. He watched as she pulled back until her lips were sealed just around the mushroom head, only to reverse and start back down, swallowing every inch. Up and down, in a slow, steady, toe-curling, rhythm that seemed to indicate that she was in no hurry.
His initial fear that she had escaped proved unfounded. She was still securely tied at both wrists and ankles. Somehow, she had wormed her way over while he slept and, with just teeth and tongue, managed to get his fly open and his cock out. How she had achieved such a thing, Logan could not imagine, but it was, without doubt, an impressive feat of oral dexterity. Even now, she had her body twisted over his lap at a most uncomfortable looking angle just so she could get his shaft into her throat.
Logan did not know what to do. Such determination to get him in her mouth was incredibly hot. And yes, what she was doing felt incredible, but that did not change the fact that she had tried to kill him only hours ago. Or that she was a demon. How the fuck was this supposed to end? Would she bite his dick off if he tried to get away? Would she bite it off anyway when she was done?
There was nothing he could do except go along with it. It was strangely exciting. None of the things he usually liked to do during a blowjob, playing with a woman's hair, stroking her skin, placing a guiding hand lightly at the back of her neck, were options he could indulge. Any reaction from him might be perceived as a threat, and that could only end very, very badly for him. In that moment, the tables had turned, and he was the prisoner. The best he could do now was behave, sit still, and let her have her fun.
Which, as he watched her head bobbing up and down, was exactly what was happening. This encounter wasn't even about him. She was sucking his dick like an all-day lollipop for her pleasure. It was her dick until she decided otherwise.
There was nothing to do but watch her work and enjoy the ride. Oddly, her technique was rather crude, almost as if this was the first blow job she had ever attempted. Still, what the demon lacked in experience was more than compensated by a single-minded devotion to the task at hand.
She paused, eyes going wide, and slowly drew back. Logan watched her lick a drop of precum from the head, and swallow. She looked up at him. Her lantern eyes were dilated and unfocused. The demon growled softly.
Whether that was a good thing or bad, Logan had no clue. Quite suddenly, she plunged back down, swallowing him whole, and with a singular purpose. The demon began to work his rigid length at her own pace, without pause or mercy. It felt incredible to him in spite of knowing his enjoyment was not the point.
It was all too much for him. Searing bliss washed through him in waves as he released into her mouth. The demon let nothing escape. Her throat held him and massaged every drop of sperm out of him.
When it was over, Logan gasped for air and watched as his shrinking dick finally slipped from between her lips. Once again, she turned her golden eyes up to meet his gaze. Her head lay in his lap, but whether that was some sort of gesture or just because she was too tied up to move, Logan could not say. Everything about her, her thoughts, her motivations remained a complete mystery.
Logan watched as she roused herself and slowly wormed back over to her side of the "cave." Her eyes glowed as they looked back at him, then slowly closed, perhaps in sleep.
*****
"Night" and "day" in this place was a subtle distinction. There was no sun that Logan could see, but then the sky was always covered in angry looking storm clouds that lit up with blood-red lightning, so who could say for sure? It did get darker at "night," but it felt more like shadows growing stronger than just a simple reduction in illumination.
Logan looked out and up to confirm it that the night cycle was over. He was now more than forty-eight hours without food or water. Sleep had helped. Waking up not murdered had been a nice bonus as well.
"The funny part is, I could have all three and a whole lot more." He explained to the demon as he checked the bindings around her wrists. It didn't sound like his voice, and it kind of hurt to talk, but it kept him distracted from his raging thirst, and she didn't seem to mind. "Supposedly, all I have to do is call her name and... poof! Wine, women, food, and song. All mine for the low, low, price of eternal, sexual slavery." Logan chuckled. "What a bargain!"