Victoria's Demon Lover - By Alia Bess Page 0,3

panel flashed a red warning light and the light panels above them dimmed and flickered. He looked at her and she recognized Michael. From Legal.

“Michael,” she said, “The elevator is jammed.”

He did not answer, but dropped his briefcase and began to loosen his tie. His hands slid down his shirt front and flapped open his belt.

“Michael! Mr. Brand!” She put her purse in front of her and backed against the wall of the elevator car. She considered taking off one of her pumps and using it as a weapon. She was wearing the stilettos today. Good call.

By now his pants were down around his ankles and his hand had retrieved his cock. He pulled it out from the slit in his boxers and held it like a weapon. Victoria bent quickly, dropped her purse and took a shoe in hand.

That is when she met Michael Brand’s eyes, her arm raised, ready to smack him with her shoe. Mr. Brand from Legal no longer looked at her with an attorney’s brown eyes. They glittered yellow with vertical slits. His cock was no ordinary attorney’s cock, either. She dropped her shoe.

“Demon,” she breathed. He had never come to her anywhere but at her own house. Ever.

The Demon did not speak but instead arched backward to bring his hard cock forward so she could see it better in the flashing emergency lights of the elevator. He pointed his free hand at her and all the buttons of her expensive blouse popped and bounced off the panels of the elevator. Her tight skirt fell to her feet and her bra and panties split with the sound of tearing paper. There was no resistance, nowhere to go. She swallowed, wondering at this new development and a small quiet voice in the back of her head suggested that she was going mad, that is was all a vision and that in a moment she would hear the bell that signaled another start of another day in the office among invoices and phone calls.

But his dripping cock was before her now, and he was yanking hard at it, his yellow eyes moved up and down the remnants of her business suit. Her hairpins popped out of her hair and the light brown chignon she had carefully coifed that morning unrolled, allowing her hair the freedom to drift around her cheeks and over one shoulder. The gasped as the edges of her hair touched her breasts and he thrust his hips in rhythm with the strokes of his hand. The tips of her hair ticked her nipples and made them stand firm and erect against the creamy whiteness of her round breasts. His cock grew larger. Not an ordinary cock. Not fist –sized anymore. Not the cock of a human. This one was too large to fit inside a woman. Victoria eyed it with concern and her knees pressed together of their own accord.

“You would kill me with that,” she said softly, hoping that was not his intent, though her own body had begun to respond to the sight of the man pleasuring himself in so vigorous a fashion.

He was panting and gasping, pulling the shaft hard and spinning his fingers over the head with each stroke. He took a staggering step toward her, unsteady with his ankles bound by folds of his designer trousers. His arm pushed her against the panels of the elevator. The hand that had been squeezing his cock steered its hugeness between her legs and aimed it up high between her legs. She leaned away and tried to keep her knees together, but he used his other arm on her shoulder to press her down and into him. She felt herself stretch with the effort of taking him in. He took his hand from the shaft when the head entered her and now used both hands on her hips to position her better. She felt like she was stuck high on the limb of a tree.

He stopped moving. She stopped trying to wriggle free.

“Victoria,” he said. Then his hips moved and pushed the huge cock in further and lifted her toes from the floor. The elevator hummed and she heard distant pounding up the shaft. The firemen had arrived.

She closed her eyes. It happened every time her demon lover impaled her. Her body betrayed her. Even now she felt the gush of warm juices embracing his cock inside her, welcoming his member to her soft insides. She sighed with resignation. He had been