The Demon Lord's Lover

Dante is staring in my eyes in the mirror as we both climax. And that is the sexiest thing in the world to me. He rubs my ass and slowly pulls out of me. I try to stand up straight, but my legs give out, and I stumble; he catches me and holds me.

“I got you, baby; there you go.” He places me back on the bed. I sigh as I lay back in the bed. “Wow, holy shit, that was amazing.” Dante walks into the closet and puts on some sweatpants. “Would you like something to drink?” I nod. “Water please, cold thanks.”

He smiles and heads out of the bedroom. I use this time to get up; wobbling to the dresser carefully, I grab one of his shirts and put it on. They are a bit big on me and do a little twirl. It smells just like him. I check myself in the mirror and look at the bite mark touching it softly.

It’s still a bit tender, but the wound has closed. I turn to go back into the bed. Dante emerges with the water, and I down it in about 20 seconds. “Wow, I must have been thirsty.” I put the glass on the nightstand. “So tell me why Draco would want to drink my blood.” I get straight to the point. Dante sighs.

“When I bit you, I realized your blood is unique. I felt something like a power surge, meaning whoever consumes your blood will become stronger. It doesn’t seem like it has an immediate effect. Over time, whoever drinks your blood will become more powerful.

Also, your blood is very addicting; I can understand why Marco acted the way he did. But since I am not a bloodsucker, I don’t get that crazed craving as they do.” I nod. What he is saying seems to make sense enough. Then an idea came to me.

“Between you and Draco, who is stronger?” He looked at me as if I just insulted him. “Me, I am the Demon Lord, of course. I can’t believe you would ask something like that.” He pinched my cheek.

“Okay, but do you think that there is a chance that he can also have an ulterior way to get stronger until he gets to me? I mean, he has to have a way of trying to defeat you. Demon lord or not, I am sure you have your weaknesses.”

His jaw clenches a bit. “The only weakness I have now is you. Where are you going with this?” I pull his hand off my cheek. “What if I let you drink my blood to get stronger. You said it’s not addicting, but it can help. We have to try everything.”

Dante thinks for a bit. “That makes sense since you are here, and we figured out why Draco would want you.” He nods and strokes my neck. “We can try this later, but for now, you need to sleep, and I need to get some work done.”

I shake my head. “Naila, if you don’t go to sleep, I’ll put you to sleep.” I might like the sound of that. “It’s not what you are thinking either.” He placed his hand over my head, and I suddenly became very sleepy. “Shit, dammit, Dante, that’s cheating.”

He smiled and kissed me, saying something I couldn’t quite hear. “What did you..” I was out. When I woke up, it was around evening time. I took this opportunity to walk around and explore the house.

After about 10 minutes of aimless wandering, I stumbled upon a red door. Open it. I try the handle to find it unlocked, open it to see stairs leading down. This must be where Marco is. I turn to head back when I heard Dante talking.

(Marco, you have to control yourself, I can’t let you out knowing you’re after her. I should kill you right now) I slowly descend the stairs to hear better, but all I hear is Marco cackling, then he sniffed the air loudly. Shit, he can smell me? I hold my breath and turn only to face a very pissed-off Dante. “Hey, uh, I got lost?”

He doesn’t say anything; he picks me up and heads out of the basement. Dante throws me on my bed and glares at me. “Explain yourself, Naila.” I sit up and try my best to pout.

“I was walking around and came across a red door. It’s your fault for not locking it. I was going to leave, but then I heard you talking, and curiosity got the best of me.” He crosses his arms. “I don’t ever want to see you go down there. It’s too dangerous; he is too dangerous.” Dante sighs and starts pacing.

“So, why did Marco betray you?” He stops and runs his fingers through his hair. Damn, that’s sexy. “He is willingly working for Draco. It took a few fangs and a couple of fingers, but he finally caved in. His job was to infiltrate my house and take you with him. Fucking idiot, now I have to kill him.”

I get up and grab his hands. “I am sorry, all of this still doesn’t even feel real yet; I guess I am in denial. What do you plan to do with him?” He looks down at me, and his face softens a bit. “I’m going to let him go, but if he tries anything with you, then I am going to kill him nice and slow.” His eyes flicker, and I see a hint of red. Is he getting angry? I wrap my arms around him. “Dante, calm down, you are getting upset, and it’s making me uneasy.”

I feel him inhaling my scent as he wraps his arms around me. “Sorry, I don’t want you to see me upset.” He pulls away and walks out, leaving me there. I sit on my bed and grab my phone, dialing Amber.

(hello? Naila, bitch, why haven’t I heard from you?)

“Hello to you too; I have so much to tell you.”

I fill her in on everything from the vampires to the demons and my parents; after my story, she goes silent for a bit.

(So you know now, huh?) What is she talking about?

“Amber, did you know?”

(Where is Dante? I need to talk to both of you)

I get up and head to his room, I open the door, and Dante is there doing sit-ups. I hand him the phone. “Talk.” I can hear Amber rambling on, and Dante then tells her his address and hangs up, handing me back my phone.

“I’m going to take a shower, change your clothes and wait in the living room for your friend.” I grab his arm. “Can I join you? I feel a little dirty.” I pull the shirt over my head, taking it off. Dante eyes me; his eyes darken, filled with lust.

“I can’t say no to you.” He comes closer and kisses me hungrily and with passion. I sigh against his lips, and he picks me up and takes me to the bathroom.

After a hot and steamy shower, Dante and I sit in the living room waiting for Amber to arrive. Dante has his hand up my thigh, caressing it. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.” I blush and try to push his hand away, but he moves it higher. “Dante, stop. Amber is going to be here any minute-.”

Before I could finish my sentence, his hands are right outside my panties, rubbing my clit in circles; I moan out, opening my legs. He pulls his pants and boxers down. He picks me up and pushes my panties to the side, and slides inside me. “Fuck.” he whispers in my ear as he starts to move inside me.

“Dante, mm yes.” I moan out as he picks up the pace, thrusting deep inside; I can feel every inch of him filling me up. With one hand on my breast and the other rubbing my clit I feel like my whole body is about to explode. He kisses my neck, going harder and faster. My body starts to move on its own, taking him completely.

I move up and down faster, and before long, I come hard. Dante sinks his sharp teeth in my neck as he reaches his climax. I can feel everything, his semen shooting inside of me and biting my neck hard. I close my eyes and savor this moment.

Dante bites a little harder and starts to drink some of my blood. I feel his dick twitch inside of me as he starts to get hard again. I thought I was insatiable. He grabs my waist and starts to thrust harder inside of me. I moan out at his sudden movement.

Dante then pauses, takes his teeth out of my neck, and changes position. I am lying on the couch, and he is hovering over me. He then rips my panties off and re-enters me. “Mine.” He says, then bites me and again as he continues to thrust inside of me. His thrusts are hard, deep, and fast, lifting my leg and placing it on his shoulder.

Dante is so deep; he is filling me up. I feel my orgasm building up again. Dante continues to hammer me while slowly drinking; he thrusts more demanding, and I can feel his dick stiffening inside me as he hits my g-spot. I start to claw at his arms, feeling my climax approaching; Dante finishes drinking and lifts his head, “Come for me, baby.”

And that was all it took to send me over the edge. I screamed Dante’s name as my body shuddered with pleasure. He pumps me a few more times before he comes again, mumbling my name.

“Fuck, Naila.” He collapses on top of me, and we are both breathless. Dante kisses my cheek. “We’re gonna need to take another shower.” He smirks at me.