Chapter 6

Casimir

Ruby seems to be avoiding me, and I’m bored. Unable to leave without her permission, I wander the house, exploring. I open drawers, dig through cabinets, and ruffle through any papers that look interesting, but the most exciting thing I’ve found is a feathered toy with a jingling ball inside that I tossed around for a while.

Shadow eyeballed me the entire time, judging me haughtily for a creature that licks its own ass.

The only room I haven’t been inside is the one where she hides, so I walk over and twist the knob. I frown at the resistance against my palm. “Ruby, in case you didn’t notice, this door is locked.”

“I’m aware,” she calls from within, voice muffled.

“I can’t get in,” I observe helpfully.

“That’s the point.” A frown tugs at my lips. This is not at all what I expected when I got summoned to the human world. Others have told me stories of glorious adventure and evil villains, and my only feats have been to possibly get poisoned and jerk off.

I could do both of those things in Hell on any given Tuesday. Twice on Sunday.

Frustrated and unable to hide my disappointment, I defiantly conjure a tiny burst of magic. The knob twists and I walk in to find Ruby sprawled out on her bed, with a strange silver electronic book in front of her.

“How you doin’?” I use the accent other demons like to fake after a visit to the human realm, saying they learn it from their friends, and I want to be Ruby’s friend.

“What… how’d you get in? Did you pick my lock?”

My brows furrow, not understanding the phrase, but I don’t want to expose my magic just yet because that would mean wearing clothes. “Yes… I picked it,” I agree with a nod.

She narrows her eyes and glares at me, sweeping her hand in a gesture up and down my body. “And where exactly did you hide a bobby pin?”

A peculiar sensation twists in my stomach at her question. “Who is this Bobby, and why is he hiding from me?” I demand, walking closer.

“What?”

“Bobby Pen! Who is he? I command you to tell me!” Not waiting for her response, I crouch in front of her, the curling in my gut getting stronger. “Is he your lover? Is this why you made me take care of my own erection earlier?”

“N-no…”

“But…” Anger flares in my core as I remember her words. “You said you were lonely. Has this Bobby Pen been an inadequate lover? Has he left you to be alone?” My voice gets louder, more indignant with every unanswered question.

Her eyes are wide and mouth sags as she stares, and her lack of response infuriates me further. I rush to my feet, and another of those strange squawk-honks leaves her throat. “Come out, come out, Robert Pen!” I bellow, forcing power into the order. “Casimir demands to have words with you!”

“Cas—”

I whirl to face her, a snarl on my lips and body poised, ready for a brawl. “Do not attempt to stop me! I will have vengeance on this Robert and crush his puny human body—”

“Cas!” she shouts, breaking through my rampage. “There isn’t anyone here. I swear, it’s just the two of us.”

Riled up and bursting with restless energy, I pull my cheek into my teeth and tap my foot. “Then who…”

“A bobby pin is a small metal clip to keep your hair pushed out of your face. You know, to style it? Some people use them to pick locks… well, in movies they do. I’ve never actually seen it done.”

Slowly, I nod, allowing myself to absorb her explanation. “So, not your lover, then?”

“No.”

“Right. Got it.” Adrenaline runs rampant in my veins now, my body wanting to fight or fuck but not having an outlet for either. I flop onto the bed with her, and she squeaks again, scuttling to the other side of the bed. “Why have you locked yourself in here, away from me?”

Ruby sighs, pushing her hands over her face and shaking her head. “Honestly, I’m just feeling sorry for myself. Nothing is going right for me these days.”

The strange sinking in my gut intensifies as I recognize my role in her sadness. “I am… sor… sor… sorry … that I was not what you wanted,” I offer, somewhat clumsily. Apologies are not part of a demon’s usual arsenal. We’re stubborn creatures on our best day, and even when we’re wrong, most will never admit it.

“Oh, Cas,” she murmurs, and meets my eyes again. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. Granny was my best friend, and when she died, I thought her house and belongings might make her feel like she’s still here… still an active part of my life. Then I stumbled onto this magic stuff, and it hurts that she never shared it with me. It makes me wonder how well I really knew her.”

“And then,” she continues, not giving me a chance to respond, “I make the mistake of looking up my ex to see he’s engaged now. We spent six years together, and he left me because I was ‘dull.’”

“Ruby, you’re not dull,” I argue, but I question the truth of that statement as I stare at her pants covered with what appears to be drawings of noodles in white boxes.

She gestures around us with a wave. “The sun is still out and I’m in my pajamas, locked in my bedroom, doomscrolling through social media to see that Johnny is engaged.”

My mind spins, only understanding half of what she said, but I’m determined to make it better. “This Johnny was your lover?”

She huffs a laugh and rolls her eyes. “If you could call it that. We were together for years until he left me for someone hotter.” The silver device in her hand turns, revealing a picture of a good-looking man and woman who both exude an air of superiority.

“She is hot,” I announce, and then add in a rush, “but so are you, Ruby.”

She snorts, and a smile tugs at my lips. “You might be blind to it, but you are a beautiful woman,” I say with gentle sincerity. “You have that lovely red hair, and those deep green eyes that shine all the way into your soul. I see a lot of dark souls in Hell, Ruby—sick and twisted. Yours is nothing like that, it’s bright and calming like a warm summer day.” I scoot closer as she sucks in a breath, dragging my fingertips along her arm and watching as it pebbles. “That soft, creamy skin and those sweet little freckles. And your body…” I trail off, a magnetic pull in my core surprising me as I realize I am, in fact, deeply attracted to her.

Another quiet, scoffing snort leaves her. “You can’t even compliment my body without lying, Cas.”

Fueled by the sudden need to prove just how wrong she is, I climb onto all fours and crawl towards her, our eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.

“I want to trace every inch of those curves with my tongue… map it with my mouth until I know each contour by heart.” My voice is husky as my cock thickens in a rush, and my shoulders shiver as the blood rushes to its destination. “Uncover what’s under those clothes and watch your every reaction to my touch. Taste the sweetness between your legs and fuck you until you fall apart in my arms, calling out for me and begging for more.”

I’m hovering over her now, face to face, my cock positively aching with need. “I want to be consumed, Ruby. Drown my senses until there’s nothing left but you.”

“Oh,” she finally whispers, and I can’t suppress the grin that slides across my face.

“Now that these unwarranted insecurities are out of the way, what do you say?” Her eyes slam into mine as I nuzzle my nose against hers. “Shall I help you forget him?”

Her voice is breathy as she stutters, “I… we… can’t…”

“We can,” I whisper, nudging my lips against hers and savoring her delightful moan that slips loose. “We can do whatever we want.” I back up just far enough to look into her eyes. “So, tell me… what do you want?”

There’s only a whimper as our lips brush again, a delicious sound that gets trapped inside her throat—thick as honey and just as sweet. It’s all I need. My mouth collides with hers, relishing her sudden intake of breath as her hands scramble to find purchase on my shoulders. She’s cautious at first, then relaxes as her lips move against mine with more intention.

Our kiss continues, unbroken, as I slide up the bed to lie beside her, my leg draping over her hips. Her soft thigh is heaven as my hips push forward and my aching cock slides against it. I grind with a deliberate slowness, creating friction that steals my breath.

More… I need more.

A deep, guttural sound escapes my throat as my tongue explores the seam of her lips, growing louder when she opens and meets it with hers. My hand feathers over her silky skin, caressing her jawline and brushing over her neck with a touch so delicate, it’s nothing more than a ghost that she chases.

Her reaction is immediate when I reach her chest—a gasp into my mouth, followed by the arc of her body against mine. It’s needy, an instinct she can’t control, yet there is a tension in her, as if she fights against it.

Such a futile battle.

My fingers tease her nipple through the thin material of her shirt, and I’m rewarded with another of those delicious whimpers. “Like that, do you?” I murmur into our kiss as I pinch harder, and her nod is frantic against me. As I pull away, a wicked smile spreads across my face, and I take a moment to admire her kiss-swollen mouth before my lips trace the same path my fingers have already forged.

I suckle on the soft skin of her neck, surrounded by her vanilla scent as my teeth scrape over the crook of her shoulder. She pulls me closer, fingertips digging into my shoulders. “Cas,” she whimpers as I move lower, my tongue dancing across her shirt and soaking it as I draw her nipple between my lips.

My hand slides over her abdomen and further, cupping her pussy through her thin pants. Running my fingers along the seam, I discover the fabric is soaked through. “Mmm,” I hum against her breast, “you are impatient for me, aren’t you, my sweet Ruby?”

“Oh, this is so bad,” she whispers as I continue to crook that single finger between her legs, rubbing so slowly she arches into me for more. “But… fuck, so good.”

A deep, thick chuckle rumbles in my throat as I add a second finger, increasing the pressure as her wetness seeps through the fabric, leaving a slick coating on my skin. “So good, huh? You like that?”

Her hair tousles against the pillow as she nods, and I slide my fingers forward, tracing the outline of her clit beneath her clothing. I moan as I suck her nipple harder, my tongue dragging across the peaked bud. The moans that crawl from her throat make my hair stand on end, and her hips rise off the bed, grinding against my touch.

God, she’s fucking hungry.

Unable to resist, my hips surge forward and rock against her leg, the friction overwhelming me to the point where my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

One of his hands claws at my head and wraps around my horn, and the touch causes a pleasure so intense I call out in surprise. Instead of a gradual build, my need for release hits me like a cannon blast. Every nerve in my body ignites, my cock tensing and balls tight, and god, it fucking aches . Glorious agony rushes me, and I need to let go more than I need oxygen—more than I need the blood pumping through my veins.

“Horns…” She hesitates, and my eyes slide up to meet hers. “Sensitive.”

“Does it hurt?” Her tongue flicks between her lips and her eyes shift to where the horns poke through my hair, her hand frozen.

The slight twitch of her fingers is all it takes for me to let out a deep moan, my hips thrusting forward and my cock straining under the touch. A heavy throb in my core spreads a warm dampness between us, a pool of pre-cum soaking her pants as it leaks from my tip. “No, fuck, no. Nothing’s ever felt this good,” I groan as my dick tenses again, another rush of arousal jetting out.

She runs a finger along my horn as my hips flex, then strokes up to the very tip and back down as a thousand fireworks explode underneath my skin.

There’s no more time for playful banter or slow seduction, not when she’s shoved me to the edge of delirium. She’s stripped away everything except my most primal needs, reducing me to a state of pure instinct.

There’s nothing else, nothing but this, her , and I need more.

I need everything.

Whatever she’s offering, I want it.

Another moan of her name leaves my lips as my hand slips inside her pants, pushing two fingers into her heat. She strokes my horn like it was my dick, sliding her hand up and down in a maddening rhythm, and her name leaves me like a plea.

A prayer.

If this is my salvation, I’ll gladly worship at her alter.

I’m young for a demon, but as heat jettisons down my spine and I fight to regain control, it’s like the first time anyone’s ever touched me. My hips match her pace, the echo of her grip on my horn wrapped around my cock in a phantom touch. “Gods, what are you doing to me? I’ve talked all this big game and now I’m going to come before you even touch me.”

“Is that a challenge?” she asks, breathy and teasing. She’s wet, soaked, and it’s all because of me. The way she sways her hips with my fingers deep inside her is mine. The way she moans as my slippery fingers slide against her clit, the way she gasps and throws her head back as her hips kick forward, down to the way she challenges me by stroking me throughout her pleasure.

It’s mine. All fucking mine.

Tiny whimpers and helpless mewls leave her lips as I let out a gravelly laugh, shaking my head. “Wasn’t supposed to be.”

Another stroke up my horn and I snarl, a heavy rush leaking from my raging cock as I struggle to hold back. It becomes a battle as her sinful hands work my horns and she watches me fight my body.

There’s nothing I can do except give in to her completely.

The underside of my cock slides against her leg, slick with pre-cum as my hips rock faster. Her second hand grabs my other horn, and my head throws back in a loud cry. “Fuck, fuck, fuck , Ruby… that’s too much…”

Sensations overtake my body, inside and out, as I feel myself begin to splinter.

Both hands stroke, adding a twist of her wrists that launches me right to the edge. Everything is tight and pounding, and I’m teetering and desperate to fall. A deep, primal growl escapes my lips as I thrust against her soft flesh, drunk on the heat that spreads over my limbs.

“Please,” I whine, “do it again.”

“Demons are beggars, huh?” she asks, breathless as she teases.

My eyes are manic as they land on hers. “You want me to beg? I’ll beg… I’ll fucking plead on my goddamned knees for you. I’ll be anything you want me to be if you’ll just fucking do it again.” My words end in a moan as she strokes me, giving me what I so desperately need.

Up and down, her hands work my horns, then she squeezes at the base where they meet my skull. My entire body stiffens, and I’m right there , hovering and weightless. “Please, fuck, please, ” I gasp, my limbs trembling with the tension, and then all at once, everything is wrung out and released.

My cock erupts, jerking and spattering her thigh with hot, forceful spurts as I shout, my back arcing backward as if hit by electricity. My vision burns white, and my ears are filled with a high-pitched ring as I ride the waves, every muscle in my body pulsing to the same beat.

“Cas… oh, shit, Cas, ” she cries, and my name on her lips causes another rope of cum to shoot across her thigh. Her hips roll against my fingers, stealing friction from my hand. “That’s so… fuck that’s hot…”

When cognitive thought returns, I pick up where I left off, thrusting into her and rubbing her clit with the heel of my palm. Wetness leaks down my fingers as she gets close, and I’d give my dying breath to watch her fall apart with any part of me inside her.

Both of us watch the creamy pool on her thigh as it beads and rolls towards the bed. Fingers still deep inside her, I lean forward and slide my tongue along her leg, collecting my cum and bringing it to her mouth. Our moans turn muffled as I thrust my tongue against hers, the salty taste of my release passing between us.

With a loud gasp, she tears her lips from mine, her head snapping back and digging into the pillow. Nonsense spills out of her mouth, desperate and garbled, as she dances on the edge. I’m enthralled, observing every tiny reaction on her face, staring at the small drop of white sitting like a dewdrop on her lips.

Something dangerous and possessive awakens inside me, feasting on the grip of her body around my fingers and the hammer of her muscles as she comes. Aftershocks still ripple through my body, causing me to shudder as I work her through her orgasm.

“Too much,” she gasps, and I still my motion but leave my fingers inside her, enjoying the slowing, weakening pulses. Carefully, I slide out of her, feeling every slippery inch of skin on my way out. A gentle touch to her clit jolts her whole body, and I grin at the shiver.

“Cas,” she half groans, half moans, and my fingertips lazily dance over her stomach as she glances down at the aftermath of our fun. She swallows roughly as she shakes her head. “That shouldn’t have happened,” she finally says, and I lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on her lips to calm the rising panic.

That beast inside me roars and rampages, wanting to pin her down and force her to take back that statement. Demands to fuck her until she submits to the claim I’m staking on her.

As I take a deep breath, filling my lungs and clearing my head, I know I can’t do that, so I fall back to my defaults—a lazy smile and calm exterior. “But it was good, yes?”

She rolls her eyes at my smugness, letting out a huff of frustrated air. “Yes,” she admits, and my smile spreads.

I glance at the mess we made, the turbulence in my head clearing. “Maybe you were right, and we should have handled this in the bathing room.” She snorts weakly, still a relaxed puddle on the bed. I rise on my elbow, trailing a finger through the damp spot on her thigh. “We both probably need a bath after this one.”

She groans and hides behind her hand, muttering on a heavy breath. “What have we done?”

What have we done, indeed.