Chapter Four

Mayhem

Never have I been so enamored. Which is saying plenty being as I have existed for several lifetimes. Not that I have been alive, living, breathing, all those lifetimes. Simply existing.

Until now—until I laid eyes on my little flame.

Once I saw her, once I smelled her sweetness, tasted the same air she breathes, I could not bear to leave her. I have stayed close to her in the days since, and it has been torture. On the first night after I found her, she was sad and alone. I wanted to go to her, to tell her she is not alone, that I am here and will be here until her world ends and she can join me in mine.

I almost went to her but thought better of it. I will go to her, I will tell her she is mine and I am hers, but that was not the time. There was something plaguing her, so I do not want to add to it. It irritates me that I was lost for how to fix her woes.

"How do I fix it?" I whisper as if a guiding voice will answer.

Nothing answers besides the cool breeze blowing through the amber hued trees. Darkness floods the skies at night falls, and I come out of the shadows to watch over my little flame.

Yesterday she was happier after a visit with her sisters. The three girls seem very close so I know I must charm them too. I will do whatever it takes to make her love me, want me, and trust me. Which means they must welcome me.

They both have magic in them. One is a shifter who mated with another wolf before they began their own pack here in Moon haven. The other is a mystic not as powerful as her warlock mate, but close to it. It has been fascinating to see how their magic strengthens when the three are together.

"Help her find her magic," I whisper to myself as I watch her now, sitting in that chair of hers, a little sad once again.

Walking through her walls the way I did that first night, I kneel in front of her. Tonight, she is snuggled beneath a huge blanket, and I suspect she is in her favorite silky gown. Shame. I prefer it when she goes without her night dressings.

Between us, the veil I put up is very thin. I want her to know I am here, that she is not alone. I am just not ready for her to see me this way. As the monster I am. I must make her need me first. She cannot know that I am a Demon unworthy of her.

"I can feel you," she whispers, setting her book aside.

Blinking at her, I start to move back, to escape before she can know I am here. But I want her too badly. I need he r. Being near her, feeling her aura, her goodness, is the best thing I have ever felt. Far beyond anything I deserve. Yet I crave it, I want it if she will let me have it, and that is why I truly am a monster.

"My little flame," I whisper, reaching out to her, but holding back just shy of touching her. "I am always here for you. You are never alone. Never again will you have to feel loneliness."

"I am alone," she whispers back, stunning me. How can she hear me? Can she feel me through the veil? "Even if I feel you, I am alone. I am going crazy, I think. It is just me here."

With a shaking breath, I let the veil drop. Slowly, the shimmering wall between the two of us begins to fade. It is similar to a setting sun or a rising moon. Heat unlike the dark heat in Hades, heat bore of need, fills the room around us.

Still holding my breath, I close my eyes in fear of her reaction. I am huge, larger than most mortal men. My horns are shorter than most Demons, but they add even more height, and I tower over her seated frame. My flesh has long been gray, hot to the touch after my years in Hades, and battered from torture.

There are parts of me that still resembles a man. The muscles I formed working my farm hundreds of years ago remain. My face is much the same, besides the jagged scar down my face. And, well...my cock still hangs heavy between my thighs, and now she watches as it grows hard beneath her hungry gaze.

"Oh...oh my," she whispers, moving so fast I am stunned. Suddenly she is standing close to me, her soft body pressed right against my hard one. "You're...you're just as I thought you would be. How you would look. I dreamt of you after you came to me that first night. You've been here before, yes?"

Nodding my head, I raise a hand to touch her face. "Yes, my love. I have been here many times. I came for you. I was told you were in need. I don't know who or what told me, but I came to you as soon as I could. I don't...."

"Tell me what you are...are you a... monster?"

"Yes. I come from Hades. A Demon from hell. How do you know? How do you feel me and hear me with the veil I put up?"

"I heard it too," she hums, ignoring my questions. Her hands come to trace my face, sending shocks of pleasure unlike I've ever felt before through me My cock grows harder, longer, thicker, as she plays with my horns. "That voice. It said I would not be alone anymore. That you were coming. You came here for me? Left hell for me?"

"Yes, little flame. For you . I will do anything for you. Do I scare you? I could change how I look..."

"No. I love how you look," she purrs the words softly.

Stepping back, I make sure she has a good view of me. Of the scarred flesh that covers my body. Of the horns and the tail that swings behind me. There is no fear in her beautiful eyes. No, there is in fact just one thing in her eyes. Hunger . For me?

"Monsters turn you on, my love?" I tease gently, nodding at the book she has been reading for days now.

"Yes," she admits, her fair skin flushing. "I think they do. I think you do. I've felt you.... the other night when I..."

"Yes, I was here watching you pleasure yourself. I joined you because your little sounds, your need, it turned me on. I should not have touched myself before I made sure you got what you needed. I could not help it. I have touched myself every single day since, while I watch you."

"You have been watching me? I thought so. Why?"

"Because you're mine to watch, little flame. I will watch you, cater to you, give anything you need, for the rest of time. Unless you demand that I go. I am not sure I could, but if you asked..."

"No! I do not want you to go. I am not afraid of you. Even if you're a Demon or monster. You won't hurt me, will you?"

"No, Cari," I whisper gently, letting her play with my horns, trace my scars, learn my body beneath gentle hands. "I could never hurt you. I am a monster, and I have hurt others. Never you. All I want to do is please you. If you would let me."

"Why have you not...I mean, I have been alone and... I needed you...but you did not come to me. You hid from me."

"I have hidden, yes. I feared you would not want me. No one has ever wanted me. I could not bear it if you did not want me. I was a coward to hide. I wanted to come to you each night. I could feel that you needed something. That you needed me."

"How could no one want you? You're beautiful," she breathes, pressing her body against mine, moaning when she feels how hard I am between her thighs. "I think so at least. I guess I like my men tall, dark, and a bit scary," she teases.

For the first time in a lifetime, I laugh. "I suppose I am that. How could you not fear a Demon from hell? How am I blessed enough that you think a monster such as I am, is beautiful?"

"Because I know there is magic in the world," she whispers, as if we're sharing a secret. Her hands rub up and down my chest and I am trembling at her familiar touch. I do not scare her. I do not turn her off. She wants me. I can taste it in the air between us. "I think even I have magic inside of me. I believe you were sent to me because I need you. No one else but you."

Going to my knees, I bow my head to her. "Anything you ask of me, I will do, little flame. Whatever you need, whatever you want, it is my duty to seek it, to provide it, for you."

"Tell me your name," she answers, sitting back down so she can cradle my face. I am on fire from her touch, from the way she is so gentle with me.

"They call me Mayhem. I do not recall my name anymore."

"Mayhem. Do you want me to call you something else?"

Staring up at her, I nod. "I want you to call me yours, Cari."

Sitting there before her, I am the closest to being a man as I have ever been. My tail swishes behind me as she reaches out, cradling my face again. Lowering close, she touches her nose to mine. I cannot breathe. Can hear just her heart beating. All I can feel is her, her needs, her desires. All things I will cater to.

"You want to be mine? Why me? I am just... just me ."

"You're everything . The first soul to speak to mine, to call to what is left of my dark, ruined spirit. The first to ever look at me and say I am beautiful as I am. You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I swear my loyalty to you."

My trembling hands press to the cool, creamy skin of her thighs. I groan as the contact sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. Watching her, I let my hands slide higher. I want to touch her. To taste her. To please her the way she desires. The way no one else on this earth or any other could ever please her.

Cari lets out the softest sound, letting her thighs spread. Groaning, I bend to press my head between them, inhaling her sweetness. She is wet, her thighs slick with need. My tongue comes out, savoring each sweet drop of her. Moaning, she nods her head, letting me burrow closer.

"Yes, yes, please," she begs as I lift her thighs to set them on my wide shoulders. It opens her up to me and I get a view of her pretty, swollen, pink pussy. It's prettier than any flower I have ever seen. Licking it greedily, I suck at her nectar as it floods my mouth. "Oh...oh, yes," her voice is so raw, so needy as I lick her.

It drives me mad, my cock swelling, my tail thumping against the floor. I suck at her, spear my forked tongue inside of her. I want to eat her up. I want to drown in her sugary cum. I want to bathe in her cream. I have never tasted something so sweet. My tongue fucks into her as I lift her to my face greedily.

"Oh, oh God," she chants, her hips rocking as I eat her.

"No, little flame. God is not here now, just your Demon. You say my name because it is I who makes you feel this pleasure."

"Yes, yes, Mayhem," she obeys, wriggling beneath me as I suck at her clit, the spot that she plays with so often. It makes her buck, the sucking, so I do it harder, harder , scraping my teeth over it. I want her to know pleasure from my touch. From my hands, my mouth, my cock, and even my tail. "Don't stop. Don't stop, I'm....oh, fuck, I'm going to cum on your tongue!"

Those filthy words from her pure mouth almost make me cum. Growling, I bite down on her clit as my tail coils over my back. It lashes at her, tearing her nightgown apart. I use it like a tongue on the stiff, pink nipples of her perky tits and she shouts as she starts to come for me.

"That's it," I hum against her pussy as I suck her cum down greedily. "That's it, little flame. I want to swallow down your pleasure. I want you to need me to make you come. I will please your body in ways you never knew it could be pleased. I will eat you and fuck you and own every pretty, soft, perfect piece of this little body. Tell me you want it. Tell me."

"Yes, yes, Mayhem, I want it. I want you. I've wanted you for longer than you know. I do not want to be alone anymore. Will you.... will you really stay with me? I do not have to be alone now?"

Pulling back, my wicked tongue licking up the mess she made of my face, I nod. Grabbing her gently, I cradle her in my lap as I take her place in the chair. My tail still lashes at her gently, even playing with her pussy. It has a mind of its own.

"Yes, my love. I will not leave you again, unless you tell me to. Well, I might not even then. I must watch over you. I must be sure you remain pleased, happy, and anything else you desire."

Cari stares up at me, her hands fussing with my horns, brushing my long, dark hair back. "I never want you to leave me. I never want to feel alone the way I did before. I want you."

"You have me. I am yours forever. I swear to you."

Grinning she nods, as if that is fine by her. "Will you take me to bed? You did once before, I know. But this time, will you lie with me? I want to feel you, I want you close to me, Mayhem."

"Yes. I put you to bed that first night," I admit with a smile, nodding. "Your...playing, it wore out my little flame."

Flushing, she bows her head, but I refuse to let her be shamed. Cupping her chin, I tilt it up. "Do not be shy with me. I am a Demon, my love. There is no darkness, no wickedness, no filthy deed I have not seen. My beautiful little flame pleasing herself is the purest thing I have ever seen before. I would love to watch it again and again, if you wanted."

"Wouldn't you...I mean...wouldn't you rather..."

Laughing for the second time, I nod. Oh, yes, I would rather be the one pleasing her. "Yes. I would rather be the one eating your pussy or fucking it, if you want. But I will never deny you any pleasure or need you could want, Cari."

"Is this...is this real? Am I dreaming?"

"Yes, little flame. It is real. I am real, even if I am not of this earth. I am yours and I am real, can't you feel me?"

"Oh...oh, fuck," she groans as my seeking tail fills her pussy as my hard cock presses against her bare ass. Her moans make me harder, make my tail, as it pumps inside of her, thicker. "Yes, yes, I feel you . Oh my...you can use that to...oh, oh...yes," she pants, turning on my lap to straddle me, my tail still inside her.

"Oh, yes. I can fill you with my tail and my cock if your greedy little body needs it. Would you like that?"

Before she can answer, she comes hard, her soft little body vibrating against mine. I come too, jerking against her ass as she rides my tail. Cari collapses against me, mumbling about hot monsters and I laugh again, carrying her to bed as promised.

Cari reaches for me, demanding I climb in her little bed beside her. I barely fit, but I do as I am told. Because I told her I would do anything she asks of me, and I meant that.

Anything she asks—unless she asks me to let her go.