Glow

FAY

"H

ey! You can't use this exit!"

"Silva's moody tonight. It's a door, right?" I giggle as I clamp down the lateral bar.

"Aren't doors meant to be opened?" With a drunken smile, Deon clutches my ass as the emergency exit door shuts behind us.

"Absolutely, just like windows!" I glance to my left and right.

It's too good to be true. This abandoned street is starkly desert-like. We're alone, except for dumpsters, a stack of bin bags flanking the door, and a flickering streetlight.

"Fay, come over here." Deon grabs my inebriated self and pulls me into his arms, brutal but soft. "I'm gonna ruin you..." he husks, sealing his lips against mine.

"Do it," I grunt, wrestling with his stubbornly hugging T-shirt. "It's still not coming." My laughter fills the night air as Deon stretches his arms toward me.

"Pull it already!" He chuckles, his T-shirt leeching on his head.

Gods, am I trying!

A T-shirt tossed on a pile of trash later, my hunky beast grinds me against the wall.

It is done with such a desire that trickles are already dripping down my underwear.

I shiver at his touch, this fever he seems to have while unbuttoning my shirt. He even growls at my buttons, and it excites me beyond a simple tingle.

Rough hands print on my skin as sharp teeth sink into my throat in brutish nibbles. Dark crimson wings shield me from potential onlookers, twitching from a thirst that will soon be quenched.

What can I say? I'm ready to burn in his pit.

"Marking me again? I told you, it doesn't work like that with fairies."

"It's freeing to do, and exciting to imagine." Deon's ragged breath clashing on my neck makes me go up in flames. I don't care if he's fake-bonding, I just want him. "Because it will never happen, sweetheart."

I unbuckle his belt like my life is about to take a turn and grunt like a savage, "Put it in."

Deon's jeans fall to his knees, and not a second later, my gargoyle lifts me by the thighs, cupping my backside firmly. "Your wish is my command."

"Deon, fuck!" I grunt against his mouth as he slips inside me.

With my legs tangled around him, I throw my head back, spilling my cries at the flickering light above me.

"Shh, Fay," he sniggers.

It hasn't been a minute before Deon slows his thrusts and decides to pull out.

My feet touch the ground, and I'm a little pissed about it.

"Wait. I've got something I want to try with you," this showstopper says, breathing a mile a minute.

"Deon, weren't we just in the middle of something?"

"Are you worried? Shouldn't be. There'll never be mutiny on my sex raft, dove."

He hunches to his pants, pulls a small plastic bag from his pocket, and soon, two pills drop into his palm.

"It's a new drug called Glow. Take one with me."

He's using?!

This flirt places one on his tongue and begins closing his lips on mine.

I push them right back. "No, Deon. This shit ain't my thing. I'm a cocktail type of girl," I nervously titter.

Fuck, Deon is on the force. What the hell?

He pouts. "I wanted to try this out for the first time, and I can't think of anyone better to do that with than you."

"Can a cuddle raise your spirits?" I offer with the cutest tilt I got. Anything to get it back on!

"From you, Fay. Always."

I try to see a soul inside those black eyes, but there's nothing in them. It hasn't got the gold hue Tyke has...

"Wow." Deon clasps his temples. "This stuff's strong." I watch as he clings to his head and staggers a little. "Shit. What is this..."

"Think you should take a breather."

"I think... I think we should..." I grasp his wrist as his words shake away from his lips. "I think you should leave, Fay..."

"Deon?" He's constantly pushing the adrenaline button, whether it's controversial kinks, storm flying—hydrahuasca lately—or some of his other thrill-seeking activities... I understand filling a void; gods, I do. I mean, we're not so different, but this... No, not like this.

He runs his hands through his hair and tugs on the strands as if it would ease his mind, his eyes on the ground...

And now he's stuck, frozen in his posture, his sudden stillness throwing me off. "Deon, are you okay?"

"Couldn't be better." Stony eyes glare up at me, his voice carrying an edge that makes me recoil. "I feel amazing."

Hustled, I gasp as I strike the wall. Fucking fucks! My eyes spread wide as Deon rams his horns into the concrete, trapping my head between them. I turn to my left and stare blankly, not at those massive antlers caging me, but at the cracks ebbing across the basalt. "Deon, take it easy."

With one swipe of his claw, he slices my bra in the middle. "Easy like that?" he husks.

I narrow my worried eyes at him.

There's a slight strain in his voice.

And that's new.

Fay, loosen up. It's Deon.

Loosen up... yes.

"Ah, fuck, Deon. You scare me as much as you turn me on," I purr, my hand stroking the demon between his legs.

"But don't you like that, dirty fairy?"

"I love it."

As I toy with Deon's cock, the tip of his slender tail slides into me. Slow, rattling slightly, like he knows exactly how to handle me. "Vicious beast," I exhale, my own walls sending drips down my thighs as his cauda's tip whirls.

But then Deon retrieves his appendage from my core and flips me over with a force foreign to me.

"Umph!" My head slams against the stone, and Deon's hand ensures it stays right where it is.

The warmth of his gritted whisper crashes against my ear. "Keep it low."

"I didn't know it was that kind of night." I tremble, the lust leaving me as pain fusses across my pressed cheek.

"How hard do you want it, Fay?" The grain in his voice... it's too coarse.

"Not so hard," I breathe.

My head is reeling.

What's happening?!

"De—"

His tail wraps around my mouth—well fucking tight!

I grunt, trying to chew it. Deon is so hitched against me that no space can exist between us and the wall.

A sampling of his unmerciful tail slithers around my throat with choking pressure, all while firmly keeping a portion clamped against my lips. "How about that?" he murmurs slowly, brushing his cock against my rear.

No...

Grit crusts under my nails as they grind against the rugged cement, my hands forcing a mini rift between them and the cold wall as I push. The problem is that it's not working!

I wrestle. Twist. Try turning! And to this, he frees my head and clamps down on my wrists.

My backside frantically brushes against his groin—a minute ago the idea was so desirable, but now is in a disgusting zone of nastiness as I give him zero chances to take proper fucking aim!

Deon's chuckles grow louder, my blood stopping in the middle of my chest. He keeps toying with me, his cock parrying with my sealed thighs, trying to find a gap.

A shut-out, "Fuck!" explodes through my nostrils upon a hard tip wedging between them.

"I always get my way, fairy," he grinds, sending my skin to ice.

I close my eyes.

I've only done this once. And as much as I broke some jerk's nose, it left me with a bloody headache.

"Argh!"

Deon frees one of my wrists, his tail around my mouth sagging.

"It hurts, doesn't it, bitch!?" I holler, the world spinning around me.

Upon turning, I see him cupping his bleeding nose. My head-butt sure rang his bell.

But Deon won't give up.

Once more, this fucked-up gargoyle thrusts his body against me, emptying my lungs against this dirty wall.

I gasp, trying to wrench my wrists free from his grasp.

And as I do, a powerful claw turns my chin toward him, and I whimper, my neck about to snap.

"Now, now, Fay... behave," he says before slamming his lips against mine.

Our teeth grit against one another just as I send mine to sink into his lower lip. For a fraction of a second, the pulse of his heart bleeds into my mouth, reminding me how much mine is in deep shit.

Licking the black dripping from his lips, Deon cackles, "This is so much fun!"

Spitting my own blood from this rough kiss, I don't hold in my yell, "Fuck! What's wrong with you?!"

"Aren't you enjoying this?" he sneers, readying himself behind me.

I need help.

I glance down the wall to where my bag is.

My phone...

It's too far out of fucking reach!

The tension in my bones rises once more when his cock navigates and hits my entrance.

"What did you say already? Oh, that's it. That you would do anything if I said, 'Fay, Fay, let down your hair...'"

"Ask me if I give a fuck, dickhead!"

This possessed monster pulls my hair back and...

"Deon!"