Sweet Necter

Hello, I am writing this story purely because I couldn’t find a reason to not write it. I hope you enjoy. Sorry but there isn’t much action in this first chapter, but I will hopefully have lots of goodies waiting for you all in the next one.

Chapter 1

The City was dark, the clouds heavy with rain. It was a normal afternoon in the demon city. The black limo drove slowly towards the center of the city, traffic not being kind to the occupant. Desmond Thorn was trying to relax before his match tonight, being one of the City’s top fighters was a position many demons would slaughter for. He honestly loathed it. In the old days he had been the demon world’s top warrior, honored as a true champion, not the farce that he participated in now. But even he needed to make a living, and with even match he won, his riches grew, leaving him in the lap of luxury. Normally he would have been passed out in the back of the limo and would have been completely relaxed before his fight. Tonight though was different, the prize tonight wasn’t any money. A human female, an organic one, this was the prize he was going to fight for. It had been centuries since he had seen an organic human, but he had a distant memory of one, and that memory was what made him nervous.

Desmond looked up towards the front of the limo where one of his ‘human’ slaves sat, waiting for a command. The face on the slave was beautiful, perfect in shape, with soft skin that was so similar to silk and all the traits he had ordered. His eyes wandered lower over the female slave, her chest was flat except for the nipples. The eyes of his slave were shut as he had ordered; he hated looking into the soulless eyes of the engineered humans. How he hated the slaves. He felt his tension building; his energy was getting too nervous. He could have his slave give him release, but he quickly waved that thought away. This fight would require all the energy he had. Desmond would be fighting one of the other great fighters in his division, and the fact that this was the only organic human to have been in the city for the past hundred years made it that much more of a deal. Shaking his head Desmond returned to focusing on relaxing, stretching out his muscles before running his fingers through his shoulder length black hair.

“Mr. Thorn sir, we’ve arrived at the coliseum.” Desmond looked up at the driver and gave a nod as thanks.

“Thank you John.” The older demon gave Desmond a smile, having been Desmonds’ faithful servant since Desmond was a young boy.

“Mr. Thorn…good luck on tonight’s match.”

“I don’t need luck John, I need to win.” Desmond gave a cocky smirk and then looked over at the slave still sitting in the limo. “Get rid of that would you John.”

“Of course Sir, consider this thing history. Shall I fetch anything for your return?” Desmond looked at the doors to the coliseum for a few moments before answering John.

“Fetch the blue box from my safe.” John knew what his master was requesting and hoped that his master would indeed be able to win. Desmond had been growing depressed and angry for centuries. It was at the point where John was fearful that his master would become desperate and attempt something drastic. Desmond exited the car and walked quietly through the doors, the throngs of people and into the locker room. Desmond silently got dressed into the light armored vest and then his pants. He wore simple clothing, the color black with burgundy trim.

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Evelyn was scared shitless. She was sitting in what looked like a bird cage, surrounded by hideous monsters that leered at her. Her cheeks were streaked with the salt left by her tears from hours possibly days of crying. She couldn’t remember how she had she had been captured, all she knew was that she had been examined by many terrible monsters that had poked, prodded and even drew blood to test her. For what she had no idea, the only saving grace being that she had not been raped. She was dirty, her hair a mess and she knew that she must smell awful. Evelyn had her head resting on her knees with her arms crossed over her chest. Noticing that the cage had stopped moving Evelyn looked up to see that what she assumed was a female monster waking over to her, inspecting her through the cage before telling the others to leave.

“I forgot that humans were so small, poor thing must be terrified.” The female was bulking, looking like a bulldog on two legs. The monster opened the door to the cage and stepped back a bit, pulling out what Evelyn though was a dog biscuit and holding it out towards her. “Come here little human, come on now, I’m not going to hurt ya. Just gonna clean you up so you look pretty for your new master.” Evelyn’s eyes widened as the knot in her stomach twisted again at the words. She pressed herself up against the other side of the cage bars.

“Master! No! I just want to go home! Why won’t any of you let me go home! Please….Please! Just leave me alone!” The female monster looked taken aback as the human spoke, shocked that such a simple creature had the ability to form sentences. The bulldog demon put the biscuit back into her pocket and slowly approached the panicking human.

“Well now. I must say that I’m shocked that you can speak. But I have a job to do. And that is getting you ready for the winner of the fight. Since you are smart enough to speak, be smart enough to not fight me. The less you struggle, the less painful your life will be.” Evelyn started to sob again but knew this monster was right. Slowly she crawled out of the cage and stood up, shaking as he bare feet touched the cold concrete. The Bulldog woman examined her and seemed to be fixated on Evelyn’s breasts just like every one else that had seen her. Evelyn crossed her arms protectively over herself but let the monster lead her over to a tiled corner with a metal drain. “Undress.” Evelyn started to shake but did as she was ordered, the remains of her dress slipping from her easily to puddle on the floor where it was taken by the demon before a stream of cold water was sprayed on her from a hose. When the water stopped Evelyn was shivering from the cold, feeling the woman drying her off with a towel before pushing her to her knees and running a brush through the long wet strands of her hair.

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There was a hiss of pain as Desmond pinned his opponent to the floor, using his claws to dig into the snake demons hide and using his inhuman strength to pop both shoulder joints out of place with a sickening crunch. The snake demon writhed under him violently, its tail wrapping around Desmond’s ankle and bucking him off. With a groan Desmond hit the gravel floor of the coliseum arena, rolling to his feet in a flash and meeting his challengers’ eyes. The snake demon bared his fangs; it’s currently useless arms dangling at its side and the thick muscular tail smashing from side to side. Baring his own fangs Desmond let his opponent charge him, ducking low and tossing the reptile into the solid stone wall of the ring. There was a sickening crack as the scaled body smacking into the wall and slide down, collecting into a lump on the floor. Desmond was bleeding from various cuts, gashes and bite wounds but he didn’t give the pain any attention, simply watching the heap in case the snake was ready for another attack. After a few minutes the referee came onto the floor and declared him the winner, the loser being carried out on a stretcher. Desmond walked to the center of the arena, using the damp cloth to wipe the blood from his wounds, not wanting to look worse then he had to when he collected his prize. The announcer was talking up a storm, but he didn’t hear a word, his eyes darting around as he waited for the human to be brought out. The stadium went completely silent and all eyes were on the covered cage that was being carried out. Desmond felt as if his heart would start beating as the cage was brought closer to him, controlling himself from ripping the cover off with almost all his will power.

Evelyn sat quietly in her cage, trying to calm herself down so she wouldn’t pass out. She listened to the announcer, learning that the name of her new master was Desmond Thorn. She closed her eyes as the cage was set down, waiting for the cover to be ripped off. Instead of the cover being ripped off the cage was picked up again and was being carried away. Unlike the previous times where the trip in the cage was a jarring, jerking and almost violent careening this was a smooth pace. So gracefully was she carried in the cage she wouldn’t have realized that she had been set if it hadn’t been for the sound of the metal bottom of the cage pinging on what she thought was wood. She curled her arms around her now naked body, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I am going to remove the cover now.” Evelyn was surprised to hear the rich baritone voice speaking to her with what sounded like affection. Slowly the cover was removed and Evelyn pulled her legs and arms closer to herself to shield her body from view. She was shocked as she looked up at a human face, a handsome human face at that. The man had strong, pale, angled features and looked to be about thirty. This man had dark brown, almost burgundy colored eyes that were looking at her in a mix of amazement, tenderness and what she thought was admiration. His eyes searched hers for something, piercing into her very soul and leaving her feeling even more exposed then being naked in this cage before this man. “Finally….finally.” Desmond felt as if a wave of joy had washed over him, his salvation was sitting before him, helpless in a cage and completely at his mercy. He wanted to laugh and cry but instead he just continued to whisper words of silent thanks.

She couldn’t hear what ever it was he was saying, it being so mumbled under his breath, but she had a feeling it was something like a prayer of gratitude. He breathed a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the bars of her cage. Evelyn examined his face since it was closer to her, seeing that he looked haggard, wore out and like he was drained. Her heart went out to the emotions that seemed carved into the lines of his face. Letting her eyes wander Evelyn gasped as she noticed that he was bleeding from various gashes and wounds on his body. Her small gasp regained his attention and he followed her line of sight to the particularly nasty looking gash across his chest. Chuckling he stood up to his full height. “Don’t worry about these little one, they are just flesh wounds, they will heal soon enough.” Evelyn was amazed at his body, seeing that is was a well toned, muscled and most definitely masculine body. She blushed a bit and turned her gaze back to his face. She felt his eyes roam over her body, her blush deepening and her legs and arms tightening around her body. “Do you have nothing to wear little one?” Evelyn didn’t trust her voice and shook her head. He unlocked the cage door before moving away to a large locker. Evelyn was confused as to why this human was in this world of monsters, but she welcomed the company. That must have been why he had been so thankful to see her. She jerked as his hand was in the cage, calming down once she realized that he was handing her a black piece of cloth. She quickly reached out for the cloth before she pulled it over herself and watched as he removed his hand then sat on the bench across from her. “Can you speak little one? Do you have a name?”

“Evelyn….my name is Evelyn.” Desmond nearly moaned as her listened to the sweet voice that came from the charming little human. She was imperfect, he could see that she had a few faint blemishes on her skin, her bottom lip was much fuller then her top lip, she had split ends in her hair and he could tell she wouldn’t feel like silk. Her imperfections made her the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her hair was chocolate brown, and he was sure that once it was dry it would be an unruly mass of curls that would be down to her waist. He watched her put his coat on and then look back at him with her big blue eyes.

“Evelyn…” He enjoyed the way she name sounded on his tongue. She shivered a bit at the way her name sounded when he spoke, making her feel hot. “I am Desmond Thorn.” Evelyn gave him a look of disbelief.

“How are you Desmond Thorn? That is the name of the monster that apparently has won me in some fight.” Desmond chuckled, the rich sound making Evelyn smile despite her predicament.

“Evelyn, I am the monster that won you. That is how I got my wounds, fighting for you.” He said it so dismissively but Evelyn was shocked that anyone would fight so hard for someone they didn’t even know.

“But you don’t look like any thing else I’ve seen here. You look human.” He gave her a small smile, running his hand through his hair as he rests his elbow on his knee.

“I look human, but I am a vampire.” He saw her eyes widen in fear of him. “You have nothing to fear from me Evelyn.”

“Nothing to fear! Vampires eat humans! How am I not supposed to fear you?” He chuckled, having forgotten the stigma that his particular race carried in the mortal world.

“Vampires no longer need to drink human blood; we have found alternative ways of gaining sustenance.” Evelyn was still eyeing him suspiciously. “Evelyn, I need you to come out from the cage. It is getting late and we should get home. We can discuss more later.” She was taken aback when he said ‘we’ and ‘home’ as if they were a couple instead of him being the monster that won her like she was a trophy. When Evelyn made no move to leave the cage Desmond simply stood and started to disrobe, changing from his fighting outfit into his black suit again. Once he was done he walked over to Evelyn and politely extended his hand for her to take so he could help her from the cage. She still didn’t move. He had hoped that he wouldn’t have to be rough with her, but her disobedience would not be tolerated. Before she could even blink Evelyn found herself held in Desmond’s arms, his coat still around her small, soft frame. “Evelyn. You are new to this world and the idea of being owned so I will forgive your disobedience for now. But do not think I will not punish you. I do not want to be cruel to you, the choice is yours.” She shivered in his hold but did not resist him, feeling his strength as he held her. He carried her from the locker room and through a dark hallway then out the back door where a limo was parked. The door opened and Desmond placed her inside delicately before seating himself. The screen between the driver and the passengers was up, Desmond smiling at how well John knew him to have already insured that there would be no distractions.

“Why did you want me?” He returned his full attention onto her, relaxing a bit as he finally started to feel the pain from his wounds even though they were healing up quickly.

“You are a natural human. Not something made in a test tube. I have been starved for true female companionship. You are my last hope.”

“That’s a lot to just dump on my shoulders. How am I supposed to be your last hope? What does that even mean.” Desmond reached out with his long arm and played with a strand of her hair, enjoying the feel.

“Just obey me and be yourself.” She didn’t pull away as this vampire played with her hair.

“How am I supposed to be myself if I follow someone’s orders?” He gave her a smirk then without warning she was pulled over to his side, her small body sitting next to his large one.

“Order’s mandate action, you will be you regardless of action.” He rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair. “Evelyn…tell me about yourself. I want to know everything about you.” She wanted to wriggle away from the contact but he wrapped his thick muscular arms around her to keep her pressed to his side, his head on hers. Her heart rate sped up as the scent of sweat, blood and what she only could assume was his natural musk.

“I don’t know what to say except that I am 18, graduated high school, and I was…was planning on going to…” He felt the distress in her voice and tightened his grip on her. “I was going to go to college and become something worthwhile. Now…now I’m just property.” She silently sobbed, her voice to sore from the unknown amount of time she had already cried, and her tears just a few drops that trickled down her cheeks. Loss was the only thing on her mind.

“Little one, you are mine. That is the truth, but you should know, you are the most precious thing in my world.” Desmond tiredly reached for the blue box that John had brought, opening it then laying it on her lap. “This is yours Evelyn.” She looked down and saw a beautiful necklace. It was a black silk cloth; the white trim was really diamonds, the center piece being a massive amethyst the size of a golf ball. “I only want you to put this on if you love me.” He took her finger and traced the tip of her finger over the red thread that was embedded into the black silk. Evelyn looked up from the necklace to see his eyes studying her. She nodded her understanding, watching as he gave a small sigh and closed his eyes, his face relaxing. Evelyn continued to stare at the gift, the collar. Examining the necklace and the box Evelyn noticed that under the velvet the jewelry rested on there was the glint of something metallic. Reaching out to pull the velvet up and examine it further she was stopped by a voice.

“Sir, we have arrived home.” Evelyn shut the blue box with a snap. Desmond sat up in his seat, pushing a small button that was over head.

“Thank you John. Evelyn and I will be in the main room, could you have something ready for the both of us to eat. I’m starved.”

“Very well sir. Anything you had in mind?” He looked at Evelyn, eyeing her through the coat and waiting for her to speak up.

“Um….chicken I guess.” Desmond nodded his approval.

“She wants chicken and I will have my usual.”

“Very well sir. It will be ready shortly. Shall I prepare anything else Sir?” Evelyn gently tapped his shoulder before he answered.

“Can I have something to wear? Please?” Desmond’s eyes widened a bit as he realized that he had no clothing for her to wear.

“Of course little one.” He pushed the button again. “John, would you grab one of my robes for her. Then make an appointment for that dreadful woman to come with clothing samples for her. Make it sometime for tomorrow, but not too early, I plan on sleeping in.” Evelyn blushed as he glanced her way.

“As you request sir.” With that Desmond opened the car door, extending his hand to aid her from the car before gripping her wrist gently and leading her through the front doors of his apartment building, past the demons in the lobby towards the private elevator.

“I live in the penthouse and this is the only elevator that will get you there.” She nodded, huddling closer to Desmond as she felt the eyes of the other demons on her. “Don’t worry Evelyn. As long as you are with me they will not dare approach you.” She sighed in relief as the doors opened and he gently encouraged her into the elevator.

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Desmond was tired, his body aching from the fight even though the wounds had all closed up. The sheer amount of energy it took to heal on his own was draining, which was probably best since Evelyn was still not fully informed of her new living arrangement. Looking over the living room of his massive three story penthouse apartment Desmond eyed the large plush couch longingly.

“Feel free to take a seat Evelyn, I will be back momentarily.” Opening the door to his bedroom he continued into the bathroom, quickly stripping down and hopping into a warm shower. He let the water wash away the crusted on blood and the salty remains of sweat. His body was aching, but it was a mosquito bite compared to how he would have felt had he lost. Evelyn, a natural human, was his. He thanked the god he had never met that she was able to speak, to feel, to have a soul. The energy he had felt before the match was gone, replaced by this contented relief. Desmond turned the water off before drying his body. He took a moment to look himself over in the mirror, seeing the faint scars that appeared on his flesh. They would be gone in a few hours as they always were.

A massive four poster bed dominated his bedroom, the dark mahogany wood matching with all the other furniture of his apartment. The color palate of his apartment was earthy greens and browns, only a few dashes of gold and red to keep the eye entertained. All of the pieces in the house were heavy, thick pieces. Any one could tell that the decor was for a man. He put on a pair of hunter green sweat pants before he returned to the living room, finding Evelyn wearing one of his silk robes and sitting on the couch. John came in carrying as tray burdened with food, setting it down on the table.

“The appointment with Sharon is for tomorrow at two Sir.” Desmond grinned as he sat next to Evelyn, eyeing the food like a wolf.

“Thank you John. You may retire for the evening.” The owl demon bowed politely before exiting the room, Leaving Evelyn and Desmond alone. Reaching forward Desmond poured a glass of milk and drank heartily, sighing as his body started to absorb the nutrients. He then pulled the covers off the food and grabbed the burrito, taking a bite and simply enjoying himself. Half way through his meal he looked over to see that Evelyn had yet to touch her food. “Do you want something else to eat?” She snapped out of the daze she had been in and blinked at him.

“Oh…no, no. I was just thinking.” He saw her reach forward and used the utensils to cut a piece of the chicken breast off and take a small bite. He chuckled at her but let her continue on, finishing his own food and downing the pitcher of milk. He wiped his face with the napkin and watched her finish. She sipped from a glass of water and he smiled as she blushed at her small hiccup. “Guess I was hungrier then I thought.” He splayed out on the couch, resting his head on one of the pillows so he could still see her sitting there. His eyes roamed over her body again, fixating on the large lumps on her chest.

“Evelyn…come closer to me.” She shivered at the husky way he said her name, feeling his eyes on her body and she felt a small twist in her stomach that urged her to obey him. She inched her way on the couch, waiting for him to tell her when. He laughed deep in his throat as he easily pulled her to sit on his chest, unbothered by her weight. She gave a small gasp as he put her on his chest. He noticed that she was still holding the blue box he had given to her earlier. He took it from her hands to set it down on the table, looking up at her flushed faced. “Are you innocent Evelyn?” He had to stifle his chuckle at the way her eyes widened and the blush deepened, already able to tell the answer.

“What do you mean innocent?” He rested his hands on her hips, letting his fingers trace small circles. Her whole body twitched but he did not stop.

“Have you ever been penetrated Evelyn? Has anyone ever made you orgasm?” She gasped at the questions. Looking away embarrassed.

“I’m a virgin…I’ve never had sex.” Desmond nodded, letting his hands run up and down the outside of her thighs, watching as she bit her lip and wriggled a bit on his chest. He felt his cock stir at the knowledge of her being untouched. They said nothing as he continued to lazily run his hands on her covered thighs. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

“You may.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” His brow furrowed as he thought over the simple question, not completely sure himself what he wanted her to address him by.

“You will refer to me as Master, or Master Thorn if we are in public, unless I tell you otherwise. It is not socially acceptable for you to use my first name.” She nodded, figuring that was most likely the case.

“What are you going to call me?” He smiled at this one, one of his hands going to play in her hair, pleased that she didn’t move away.

“I will most likely have a wide variety of nicknames for you.” She didn’t seem to find that as funny as he did but then again he hadn’t just had his entire life changed beyond recognition. She was worrying her bottom lip and she looked at him through her lashes.

“Am I going to be a sex slave?” His hands stopped playing with her hair.

“I do not want to lie to you little one, but I honestly do not know the answer to that question myself. I can not guarantee that I will not order you to perform sexual acts. I do know what I want from you little one, and I do know that you will not be thrilled by it. But hopefully you will come to enjoy the task I am giving.” He saw the tears in her eyes and reached up to cup her cheek. “I personally would prefer for you to willingly give your innocence to me then have me take it by an order.” He slowly pulled the robe open baring her large, c-cup breasts and he openly moaned at the sight of them. His hands cupped her globes of flesh, gently squeezing them and moaning again as he felt how soft she was. His cock twitched in excitement, filling with blood and making him hardened. She gasped and whimpered as he groped her breasts, a few tears escaping from her eyes. He removed his hands and let her pull the robe closed. “But I am male, with urges, and I can make no promises pet.” She nodded, letting him wipe the stray tears from her cheeks and then run his hand through her hair.

“What task are you giving me then…Master.” He knew she was broken hearted, having seen him as this possible knight in shining armor that would keep her safe and protect her honor. Instead she found a vampire that while being compassionate was still capable of taking her innocence without a tear. He set her back down on the couch as he sat up right, reaching out for a small box that was on the tray, previously un-noticed by Evelyn.

“Evelyn, I told you vampires no longer need to drink human blood to live. What I didn’t tell you was what our substitute is. We found that human breast milk contained all the nutrients we need to survive.” He saw her eyes widen in disbelief and then her arms crossing over her breasts protectively.

“So you drink…breast milk….from humans.” He nodded. “Okay, but what does that have to do with the task yo-….” He saw the recognition in her eyes as it dawned on her what he was going to make her do as his slave. “How am I supposed to do that! Humans only make milk after having a baby.”

“Humans will make milk when a certain hormone is triggered in their bodies, and they will keep producing for as long as they are milked.” He opened the box and pulled out a syringe and a small bottle of an unknown serum. She jerked away from him and watched as he filled the syringe a quarter of the way before giving her a small, sad smile. “Please Evelyn; do not force me to be cruel.” She nodded and then sat still, looking away from him, understanding that this was going to happen whether she agreed or not. She may as well make this as painless as possible. “This will sting a bit and you will feel strange for a few days.” She closed her eyes, feeling him open the robe once more to expose her chest and arms to him. She felt him sitting close to her body, hissing as the needle entered her skin and she swore she felt the cold serum flow into her body. The needle left her skin and she felt a wet, warm appendage caress the small wound and then masculine lips on her forehead. “Evelyn…look at me please.” She turned back to him and saw the soft look in his eyes, unable to feel angry with this vampire even though in all reality she should want to kill him. “It’s late.” With that Desmond picked her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom, setting her down on his bed. He lay down and relaxed into the mattress, his hard cock not dying down since he could smell her next to him.

Evelyn looked around the dark room, the only light coming from the glow of the city outside the window. The bed was massive; it looked like at least three more people could sleep comfortably with them. The sheets were soft and the mattress was so comfortable, she was ready to just fall asleep. She laid her head down on the pillow, curling up and ready to just pass out when she heard a rustling from where Desmond lay in the bed. It was too dark in the bedroom for her to see more then shadowy outlines. She was about to ask him if he was alright when she heard him moan, the same type of moan as when he had groped her. She blushed scarlet and turned her back to him, trying to sleep.

Desmond had removed his sweats and sighed out as his cock was freed from his clothes, feeling the fabric brush against his flesh. He closed his eyes and started to stroke his cock slowly, feeling himself harden more under his touch. He gripped himself firmly, stroking up his shaft to the head and back down. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and helped lubricate his shaft. He let out a groan and continued to stroke his shaft, his other hand going to rub his thumb over his tip. With each stroke of his shaft he grew harder, his cock starting to throb and he felt his balls growing heavy. He rocked his hips in time to his strokes, grunting a bit and feeling even more of his pre-cum running along his rock hard cock. Both of his hands gripped his shaft, squeezing it a bit before he started to jerk on his cock harder, groaning as tingles of pleasure ran up and down his spine. He cupped his balls and squeezed them as he almost violently stroked his cock, his hips thrusting up into his own hand. Suddenly a faint scent found its way to him, making him groan louder and he felt his load ready to burst. He squeezed his balls harder and gave his cock one last, rough jerk and moaned out as his hot cum burst from his cock and splashed onto his hands, stomach and thighs. He slowly released himself and wiped his cum onto the sheets, panting a bit. That faint scent was still wafting around him, taunting him. Turning a bit he could easily see Evelyn laying there on her side, curled up in sleep. Moving closer he saw that she was indeed asleep, but the scent was coming from her. A grin flashed across his face, exposing his dangerous fangs. His new little pet had, though unconsciously, become aroused by the sound of him pleasuring himself.

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