ever be made Master. It was a dream come true for me and even though the ceremony was painful, torturous almost, to make me into the one that new Gargoyles are made from, I was happy to endure it as Leviathan watched me, her eyes shining as I took the pain without a sound. I was in a word…starstruck. Her beauty eclipsed all others. Her cruel side thrilled me and when she fell in love with me, I was stunned and grateful and blissfully happy with her for fifty years.
I was also naïve.
In the end, I discovered, she didn’t want me, she wanted my power. She was never faithful to me and I turned a blind eye to it, pretending it didn’t matter. We were Demons, it was expected. She was the original Demon. Lucifer made her to be his right hand. With him gone, I felt that she found herself at a loose end.
Eventually, she tried to use me and my Gargoyles to organize a coup against Luc and failed miserably for her efforts.
He imprisoned her and I felt the sting of her betrayal until I saw Annabelle through Murdoch’s eyes.
I had hoped to never see Levi again, but now she is free; she will come here. I’m surprised she hasn’t already. I can only imagine that she is up to something far more important than coming here to torture me.
One thing is clear, though, if she steps one foot near Annabelle, I will kill her. She will be weak after centuries in prison and now will be the time to get to her.
“Aleister.”
I turn as I hear Annabelle’s voice.
“Have you made a decision?”
“Yes,” I say, jumping down to land in front of her. “I know that I can’t live without you in my life. I don’t care how you want me; I will be yours forever.”
She smiles at me. It is slow and sexy and…smug.
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips. “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Sure of us,” she says, and I fall to my knees in worship of her.
She pulls me back up and presses her exquisite body close to mine. She is tiny in my arms, but we fit perfectly.
She tilts her head up and parts her lips and not even the wrath of Leviathan could stop me from kissing her.
I plunge my tongue deep into her mouth, clashing my tongue against hers, bruising our lips with the force of such passion.
It wells up in me. A huge wave of sheer desire that I have never felt before. This feels right, like it was meant to be.
She is scrambling to undo my shirt as I’m struggling to undress her. Eventually, with a giggle, she snaps her fingers and we are both naked in each other’s arms, devouring each other for all we are worth. It has been a lifetime since I was with a woman that I felt something for other than just solace. I feel like I’m on fire as she claws at my back. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. With my hands on her ass. I crash back into the bedroom and over to my bed in the corner. I lower her down. It is small and spartan, a world away from what she is probably used to, but she doesn’t seem to care. She doesn’t turn her nose up or complain, she just kisses me, her hands roaming all over me.
I loom over her as she parts her legs even more for me to fit between them, but I duck my head first, wanting, needing, to taste her. I flick her clit with my tongue, and she shudders, coming already from the potency of our desire.
“Fuck, yes, Aleister,” she moans, writhing on the bed.
I slip my tongue up her pussy with a soft groan. She tastes like sweet nectar. I thrust my tongue higher, holding onto her thighs as she screams and wriggles, the sensation of this clearly getting to her.
She pants and pulls my head up with a sultry smile. “Kiss me,” she demands quietly.
Returning her smile, I lower my mouth to hers. She licks my lips, tasting herself, making my cock twitch.
I brace myself and cover her body with mine. I position my tip at her entrance and push gently forward. I want to give her all ten inches of my dick before I pull back and make slow love to her until neither of us can stand it anymore.
Her pussy gives way,