Victoria's Demon Lover - By Alia Bess Page 0,11

Iron tools lay on the floor by the front door. A hammer. A chisel. Some other things she could not name. Yes. Hard muscles, honestly earned.

Beside her she heard her demon make a noise in his throat that suggested she had guessed correctly on everything. Inside the two sat on their bed facing each other and exploring their naked bodies. The woman looked a little nervous. A virgin, perhaps. The demon nodded again. He whispered into her ear. “She waited for him. She fended off all the village’s young men for three years while she waited for him to finish his apprenticeship. He is a journeyman now with his own forge.”

Victoria looked up, puzzled. “You know them?”

The demon did not answer. He nudged her, signaling that she should be looking through the window instead of talking.

The young woman looked up at her new husband shyly and touched the erect nipple on his chest. Victoria watched as the man smiled down at her tenderly.

The woman’s nipples pointed firmly at her new husband. He responded by touching them both with his big hands. The woman closed her eyes and sighed, and Victoria echoed her sigh with her own. The man was very handsome. His eyes were brown like his hair and glowed soft with love for his wife. He had a fine straight nose and a firm jaw, lightly stubbled with a few days’ beard as though they had been travelling and he could not stop to shave. The woman was as attractive as her husband; her long black hair rested against her back and touched the mattress with its ends. She was small and very dainty. She turned her head to look coyly at him, then glanced down at his lap. She colored prettily as his body responded stiffly to the soft touch of her hands on his chest.

“Jack,” she whispered.

“Do not be afraid, Maggie,” Jack answered.

“I am not,” she said, but Victoria saw how large her eyes had grown. Inside her she could feel a nagging apprehension and wondered if she were feeling her own nervousness at being in a strange place with her demon or if she were feeling this young bride’s emotion.

Jack reached for Maggie and gently laid her down on the bed. He remained seated, and stroked Maggie with his hands like he would polish the shining metal of a sword or a plowshare. He ran his big hands up and down her thighs, then over her hips and her waist, finishing by cupping her breasts.

She wriggled a little as he explored her body and Victoria could see she was smiling at him. His cock had grown as he caressed her, and Maggie could not help but crane her neck to look at it. It was as impressive as he was, as though the hard work at the forge had increased the girth of every part of him, not just his arms and shoulders. Victoria felt a familiar dampness between her legs as she looked at his cock. She pressed her knees together. This was another woman’s man. Not hers.

“Will it hurt?” Maggie asked in a small voice.

“It doesn’t have to,” Jack answered. He opened her legs with a hand and touched the soft hair of her mound with one finger. “It can be very nice, indeed.”

“Even the first time?” Maggie’s face registered both eagerness and trepidation.

Jack shrugged. “I am not a woman. I do not know. It has always been nice for me. What did your mother tell you?”

At this Maggie’s face fell. She closed her legs and rolled over on her side. “She told me to close my eyes and pray you would be finished quickly.”

Jack frowned. “I do not want to be finished quickly.”

Maggie continued. “Molly told me it was nice the second and third time, but the first was not.”

Jack looked down at his cock then at the cleft under the soft mound of Maggie’s buttocks.

He got up and went to the table near the window, the erect cock bobbed as he walked. Victoria made to back away, but her demon’s hand on her back stopped her. “Remember, he murmured, “They cannot see or hear us.”

Jack moved a basket and unfolded a cloth. He took out a small covered crock and scooped out something soft with two fingers. Butter. Victoria smiled, the “personal lubricant” of the old days. Jack rubbed the butter over his hard cock. He looked over his shoulder at Maggie, then applied another coating. By the time he walked back