Summoned

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Chapter 18, a chapter I have big plans for. While I want Slaiden to have some ‘fun’, I have to remind myself that Harley’s friends are waiting, thanks to poor planning on my part, so there isn’t a lot of time and I’m not one to write ‘quickies’. ;) So I figured out a compromise to write about that will satisfy you loyal readers and still have you craving for more. I’ll have to plan a bigger time span for their next interaction to write my first intentional idea. That should probably take place in the next few chapters, so be patient. After all, planning this out right takes time, trial and error, and most importantly, a love for creativity and writing. :)

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WARNING: There will be Violence and minor Rape (meaning not completely but still non-con touching of a private area. Also I don’t condone rape, No means No!), don’t like Violence or Rape then don’t read or skip that section.

Note: Story is in Harley’s POV unless stated otherwise in chapters.
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Chapter 18

My eyes are wide in fear at the words that I just heard, and those glistening fangs don’t help either. I don’t like his predatory gaze on me one bit. I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach which tells my brain to get back to safety now. Thinking fast, I decide to try to talk my way out this time since fighting him has yet to prove being effective.

“But you stopped Manning from raping me. You could’ve just let him go through with it and deal with him after.” I say nervously, trying to block out the casual threat Slaiden just spoke. Secretly, my words are trying to justify his actions. To see if he has some sense chivalry and kindness in him. But his next response squashes that little flicker of hope.

“I was just protecting my property.” He flashes his fangs as he says this.

“So we’re back to that again, are we?” I think while grinding my teeth in frustration, the fear evaporating from my body. I glare at him and lash out at him verbally. No way am I letting this continue. Time to set things straight, once and for all. “Your property?! I am not, and never will be your anything! I am an independent human being!”

“Not for long.” Is all he says, which of course is all that is needed to get a rise out of me.

“What gives you the right to take whatever you want and claim it as yours, huh?” I say with attitude by putting my hands on my hips.

“I haven’t taken anything yet, little girl, but that can be arranged.” Slaiden says as he starts slowly walking towards me, like a cat cornering a mouse…and I’m no Jerry so Tom might win this one.

“I hope he isn’t implying what I think he is…..” I think as I stare at his approaching form.

“Well, I really need to get going like I said before. I’d hate to keep my friends waiting any longer.” I say with a nervous laugh as I look around trying to find an escape route without tripping over bodies or stepping in blood.

“Time may not be on my side but fate certainly is.” Slaiden comments as he is within a foot of me, his eyes roaming my body which sends a shiver down my spine.

“Yep he is…..I REALLY need to get out of here! Now!” my mind screams as I find myself backing against the brick wall that I was previously held against. I lock eyes with him and take that as my cue to exit stage left. I swiftly turn away from the wall and head towards the body of the man who was thrown into the wall, preparing to jump over him. At least that was my plan. I never even make it two steps.

My back is pressed against the wall for the second time that night against my will as Slaiden has his right hand on my chin and the other on my hip, his clawed thumb tracing small circles under the hem of my shirt while he secures me in place. I try to jerk my head away but his grip is tight, not tight enough to bruise but enough to hold my jaw in place. He gives me a devilish smirk as his eyes travel to my lips. Realizing what he is thinking I try one last attempt to talk my way out.

“You wouldn’t do anything here when anyone could show up, would you? It’s not like you could stop time or anything like that.” I say even though after witnessing him melt a steel knife with blue flames from hell I have no idea what he is capable of.

“Not even your so called God could do that, but no matter. I never waste any time.” He says with confidence.

“Well at least that’s a relief but I’m still stuck…” I think. Then I realize that unlike last time I was trapped, my arms are free. I quickly shoot my left arm up to knock away his hand on my chin. But even with all my power in that breakaway move, his hold doesn’t even budge. He just smirks down at me. His eyes tell me that he had expected as much.

“I had hoped we could do this the easy way but if I need to bind you, so be it. Not that I don’t mind.” He says smoothly. Before I can even flinch, my hands are above my head in a steel tight grip with my chin still captured as well. I can’t even kick him either because his body is slightly pressing into mine, leaving no room to hit a certain sensitive target. I give him a heated glare as my back is pressed harder into the rough bricks.

“Let. Me. Go.” I say in a stern voice, hoping maybe my sensei voice will intimidate him like it does Bill and the students. No such luck because he just swiftly captures my lips in a bruising kiss, silently telling me that I’m not going anywhere. I try to resist but he is too dominating with his lips. He licks my closed lips, demanding entrance. I don’t give in though. He opens his eyes to stare at me. His golden cat eyes are filled with an emotion that I can only assume is lust. Unfamiliar with that look, I try to ignore Slaiden’s striking eyes and his lips that are still playing with mine, teasing my body and emotions. His eyes are telling me to give in and comply but I know this is wrong on so many levels no matter how good he is at kissing.

I just harden my gaze, defying him. Seeing this, he bites down on my lip not too gently, as if to punish me. His sharp fangs bring a sharp pain, similar to the last time he did this. I try not to react but my jaw betrays me and with the help of his hand on my chin, my mouth opens slightly. He wastes no time plunging his tongue in, wrestling mine as if it’s a game when I’m just trying to push him out. I can taste my own blood on my tongue and feel a small trickle running down the corner of my mouth onto Slaiden’s hand still connected to my face. It’s over within seconds. He breaks the kiss to allow air, my blood from my cut is smeared on both our lips. A satisfied smirk is on his face as he looks down at me. I’m breathing a little hard, from the lack of air and pure exhaustion from tonight. I consider spitting in his face to wipe off that smirk but I decide not too so I don’t provoke him to do what I definitely don’t want him to do. Not that he doesn’t plan to anyways, regardless of what I do.

He lowers his head once again and holds me still when I try to turn away. His tongue darts out at the beginning of my jaw on the left side of my face. He slowly licks upward to lap up the blood. The sensation causes me to slightly part my lips subconsciously. He ends at the corner of my mouth then sucks on my lip for a second. He then pulls away and studies my face for a second more. Then he brings his lightly blood covered hand to his face and slowly licks the trickle of blood off, like he was enjoying an ice cream cone. He keeps eye contact with me the whole time, as if daring me to say something. I just keep silent, too mesmerized by his golden eyes boring into mine to even say anything. He then finishes off his little treat by licking his lips, which subconsciously I do the same.

He then lowers his head once more into the crook of my neck. He inhales my scent and rubs against me, like a pet seeking affection. His hot breath blows against my skin as he speaks. “Your blood had become my new favorite treat.” He then emphasizes this by nipping at my neck, though not hard enough to draw blood.

Finding my voice, I comment with a bit of an attitude. “I’d like to keep my blood in my body, thank you very much.”

He just gives a small, dark laugh of amusement against my neck. His hair feels silky smooth against my face as it moves with his laughter. “My fangs say otherwise, little girl.” he says with another nip.

He licks over my pulse point and then teases that area with his fangs. “I really hope he doesn’t practice a form of vampirism.” I think as I get more nervous of his touches. Not wanting to lose anymore blood in a more noticeable spot, I speak. “Well you had your treat so how about we call it a night?” I ask with a hint of hopefulness.

“That was just a taste.” He says simply before sucking on the skin of my neck. I then feel something hard poking my stomach. "Oh. My. God!" The color drains from my face once I realize what it is. He smirks against my neck when I squirm to get it away. He backs off slightly which make me relax ever so slightly. Its short lived once I see his free hand move lower. As he sucks, his hand reaches its destination. For the second time that night, my pants have been unsnapped and unzipped against my will.

“Oh no.” is all I can think when his clawed hand plays with the lining of my blue panties. I start to squirm but Slaiden’s next action makes me freeze. He runs his hand downward to cup my most intimate area. My heart starts racing at this. I rarely ever touch myself down there besides for tampons and to scratch that occasional awkward itch so this is definitely new to me. Especially that it’s not even me.

“I’ve always been partial to blue.” Slaiden says huskily as he smirks against my neck. He removes his hand briefly to place it on my jean covered hip. Alternating sides, he pulls my pants down until they are down to my lower thighs. “Great, he likes my underwear. Now I’ll never get rid of him.” I think with a small huff. Hearing this, Slaiden decides continue his torture. He once more places his hand in between my thighs. He slowly messages little circles against my clitoris, the only barrier between them is my underwear. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I give a small gasp in response to this new torture. Slaiden takes his head away from my neck to capture my lips in another burning kiss before I can voice my protest of his actions. His hand applies more pressure which cause a tiny bit of juice to leak from my opening. While I have experienced this before from either a fantasy or reading a steamy book, this is a first for an actual man to cause it. And he’s not even a human man.

Slaiden breaks the kiss and moves his hand to grip the rim of my bikini style panties. He locks eyes with me, lust and passion filling them. “Let’s see how experienced you really are.” He says with a smirk.

With a sharp tug, my underwear is ripped from my body. The sting from the elastic leaves a light red mark on my hips as he tucks the underwear into his sash on his waist.

“No!” I cry out. My eyes are pleading him to not go any further. He just flashes his fangs at me as his finger plays with my lower curls. I can’t help but curse them because they are so not protecting me vaginal area right now. He then drags his clawed index finger down my slit, between my lower lips. I shiver at the sensation. My body once more betrays me as more juice flows out.

“You’re wet, little girl. Now for the final test.” He says darkly as his finger locates my entrance.

“No! Please no!” I beg. My eyes are starting to get teary at the fear of what is to happen.

“Just relax and enjoy.” He says with gleaming eyes. Before I can say anymore his finger pushes through my entrance. I gasp at the intrusion. He stays still for a moment as he studies my gasping face. He doesn’t even let me adjust when he pushes slowly further, antagonizing my nerves. “So tight.” He whispers.

He stops when the second joint of his finger is engulfed by my vaginal walls. He then curls his finger and applies soft pressure onto the lubricated muscles. My eyes roll back and my back slightly arches as a wave of pleasure hits. Slaiden has assumedly discovered my G-spot as a gush of cum leaks from my canal onto his hand. He gives a small growl which I can only describe as a sound of pleasure. It’s animalistic, reminding me of a cat purring. Or maybe a lion in this case. I can’t even form words as I realize that Slaiden had just given me my first orgasm. Tears are starting to leak down my face at this point, some from pleasure but mostly from disgust. I feel completely violated and completely out of control over my own body. I then feel his finger continue to move upwards until he hits my barrier.

“Untouched by a male, perfect.” He says, bringing his nose to the crook of my neck again, rubbing against me.

“Y-you c-c-could’ve j-just asked!” I choke out between sobs. I just want to get home now. While my body liked the pleasure before, this was just too much.

Slaiden brings his lips to my ear to huskily whisper into it. “I knew you were just by your smell. This was just more pleasurable.”

He then pulls his face away as well as his finger from my vagina. My upper thighs are smeared with my own juices. He brings his dripping finger to his lips and licks it clean of my bodily juices. Watching this I find my voice once more and lash out at him.

“You disgust me! You monster!” I glare at him as he finishes, his finger clean of the clear fluid.

“Demon.” He corrects with a smirk. He then lowers his face back to mine, almost touching my lips with his. “Eventually you’ll come around.”

He then captures my lips once more, successfully forcing his tongue between my lips. I’m forced to taste my own juices that coat his tongue. The taste is slightly bitter. He explores the warm carven of my mouth until the taste starts to wane. He then pulls away to look me up and down, gazing at his master piece.

“Well time is short. Let’s clean you up.” he says darkly. Next thing I know his body is lowered to a crouch position with his face in front of my sex. My hands are now free so I act fast and aim a downward punch at his face. His arms shoot up to meet mine. Just inches before I hit my mark he grabs both my wrists. He traps them at my sides, giving me a silent warning with his narrowed eyes. I grind my teeth in frustration but bite my tongue from speaking, hoping my silence will make this end sooner.

Slaiden then returns his attention to my brown lower curls. He inches his face closer and sniffs the musky smell of arousal that I had no control over. He then turns to my right thigh and starts lapping up the clear cum from my skin. His wet tongue against the sensitive area causes a shiver to run through my spine. My hands splay as I tense up all over, half from pleasure, the other from disgust. Once it’s clean he switches to the next one. After a few seconds it’s over. I breathe a sigh of relief but it’s short lived when I feel his wet tongue press against my entrance. I hold my breath, anticipating another intrusion but it never comes. He just licks around and in between my lower lips, lapping up every drop like a hungry dog cleaning out his bowl. My body arches to meet his tongue out of instinct. A soft, almost inaudible moan escapes my lips as his tongue works around me sex. I know he heard it though, his ears seem to pick up every little sound. Suddenly with a quick jerk, Slaiden pulls my jeans up sharply, freeing my hands in the process. It happened so fast that I had no time to prepare for the change of motion. The jean material is rough against my still sensitive nerves.

Satisfied, he rises up to tower over me once more. He licks his lips to get any trace of my essence left then lowers his head to my ear. His breath is hot against the shell of my ear as he teases me with a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Let’s get you a little closer to your friends, we don’t want your authorities to find any trace of you here, not that it will matter soon.” Before I can reply to question that last part I am being carried in the air, just below the roof linings of the buildings. We stop around the corner where my friends await. Setting me down, he pulls me against his body. I can feel his hard muscles of his torso as he buries his nose into my hair on the top of my head. He then once more places his mouth to my ear to speak.

“Next time I’ll make you mine, but that mark on your neck will have to do…..for now.” He then does his trade mark ear nip then flies off, disappearing in the know cloudy sky.

“Mark? What mark?” I feel my neck and feel a sensitive spot on the side. The shape feels to be about the size of a quarter. “A hickey!” my mind screams in realization. I am beyond pissed know. How am I going to explain this one?

I lower myself to my knees and try to compose myself. I feel dirty in every aspect of the word. Even though he didn’t actually rape me he still violated me without my permission. The fact that I actually felt pleasure from it disgusts me even more. This demon really wants to have me. Why me? There are plenty of more appealing women out there in this great big world. But no. He finds me ‘intriguing’.

I wipe my eyes and blink a few times to make my eyes appear less puffy. At least I was barely crying, so I might be able to get away without going into too much detail to the others. I stand up and breathe deeply a few times. Once I feel somewhat calmer, I start walking back to my friends. I think of a possible cover story as I try to ignore the scratching of my jeans against my privates.

I see them still waiting where I left them. They are just talking and standing around which make me ease up a bit knowing that they are still ignorant of what just took place even though it has almost been about ten minutes. I place my hand to my neck to cover the hickey. I make it appear as if I am just a little hot as I approach them. Once they notice me, I greet them.

“Hey guys.” I say, keeping my voice as calm as possible.

“Harley!” Ryan exclaims as he turns to greet me back. I hear Clair say, ‘thank goodness.’ too.

“Dude! Harley what happened over there?” Conner asks as he suddenly squishes me in a hug. I hug him back, glad to be in the comforting arms of a friend. He then pulls away to let me talk.

“Oh…well…turns out it as a bar disagreement gone wrong.” I say, still rubbing my neck. “This large guy had another guy pinned against the wall outside of this bar. He was the one we heard scream for help. I don’t know the details of what the argument was about but the big guy was definitely too drunk to be thinking clearly. I confronted him when I saw him hit the other guy in the gut hard. I tell him that I’m going to call the cops if he doesn’t knock it off and show him my phone. Since he wasn’t seeing straight, he must’ve of not took me too seriously like a normal person would because he comes charging at me. I avoid him but he stumbles and manages to grab my shirt to try to balance himself. I end up falling with him and my phone goes flying across the pavement. The guy takes a swing at me from the ground but misses my head and ends up hitting my neck which still kind of hurt. I roll away from him and get closer to the other guy. I get up quickly as the big guy is still trying to balance on his knees. Once I’m up I warn him that he could get seriously hurt and that he should leave before he does or he hurts someone else. After a few minutes we are able to talk him down. He eventually leaves when a buddy of his finds him. His pal apologizes for him and the guy decides not to press charges. Once it was all settled and they left, I picked up my cell and I came back here.” I say as I drop my arm to expose my neck. I hope that lie will be believable because there is a strong chance that I’ll be reciting it to my parents once I get home.

Conner looks closely at my neck then gets a goofy grin on his face. “Dude! Harley! It looks like that guy gave you a hickey! What an awesome bruise!”

“Let me see!” Ryan says as him and Clair push Conner aside to examine my neck.

“Oh great!” I say rolling my eyes to play along, “How am I going to explain that to my dad then!”

“Don’t worry. It’s your dad Harley! He’ll believe you got in a fight over getting a hickey any day!.....Now your mom on the other hand…she won’t be happy either way.” Ryan says with a laugh.

We all start laughing when the cracking sound of thunder fills the sky. Suddenly it starts raining. Ryan motions us to hurry back to the lot where we parked before it picks up. As we run, something hits me. “That’s what he meant that it wouldn’t matter, he knew it was going to rain. Erasing all evidence of me and him off the bodies and the alley! Damn it!” My brows knit together in anger but they ease up when I realize that at least I won’t have to answer any more questions from Detective Gavin anytime soon.

By the time we get back to the almost empty lot, the rain is really coming down. We pile in, soaking Ryan’s seats in the process. We pull out and get on the street. We turn down a few blocks then Ryan quickly stops for gas before exiting the city. Once we get back on the road, it’s only a matter of minutes before we are exiting the city limits and are merging onto the express way. The car ride home goes fairly smooth. We laugh and talk and listen to the late night music the whole way. The warm atmosphere eases my discomfort and I begin to relax for the time being. Soon we are pulling off the nearly vacant express way and onto a familiar street. We soon get to our area which causes me to breathe another sigh of relief. We drop Clair off first then swing by Conner’s. Once he is inside we head to my place. Ryan turns his head slightly to talk to me.

“This was a fun night…you know, beside you playing hero again.” He says with a grin.

“Yeah it makes me look forward to the fun summer we are all going to have this year.” I say with a small laugh.

“This summer will be great. I’ll try to get more tickets again soon.” Ryan adds.

“Yes you should.” I say before silently adding, “But not too soon.”

After a few minutes of comfortable silence he speaks again. “How do you think Jeff and Tina’s date went?”

“Well I hope. They should’ve done this like a year ago.” I reply, giving a true smile the first time since the alleyway.

“I know. Finally they are getting somewhere.”

“We will just have to wait until tomorrow to get details. Speaking of dating, are you going to ask Clair to be official soon. You guys have been dating continuously for almost a month now.” I say, wanting to get some juicy details.

“Well,” he says with a sheepish smile, “Since we have been getting a bit more committed and the fact that she really likes my family and friends, I think I’m going to ask her sometime this week.”

“That’s great! I know she’ll say yes!” I give him a wide grin, finally starting to feel like myself again.

“Thanks Harley, I’m glad to have your support because my friends mean a lot to me.” he says, returning the smile.

Within a few minutes my house comes into view. The whole front is dark showing that everyone is most likely asleep. But I assumed as much since my mom sent me a text not too long ago saying that her and dad were going to bed. The sight of my house is a comforting sight after what happened tonight. Ryan pulls into my drive way and we say good night. He drives off as I enter through the side door connected to the garage, not wanting to make any unwanted noise since its past midnight. I leave my soaked shoes in the garage to dry and enter the house. I make my way through the house as silent as possible, walking past my parent’s room on my tip toes. I get to the stairs and go up. I walk directly into the bathroom and peel off my rain soaked clothes. I hang them over the shower door to dry and put my robe over me just in case Jason gets up to use the bathroom. I turn the light off and walk to my room.

Once inside I shut my door silently behind me. I turn on the light and dig around for some pajamas to wear. I pull on some fresh underwear along with soffe shorts and an old t-shirt. I turn off my light and crawl in my inviting bed. I pull my covers all around me and crawl into a ball on my side. I breathe deeply a few times and let all the emotions out that I’ve been keeping locked up during the car ride home. Tears start to slowly fall as I hug my blanket tighter around me. I can’t believe what happened. The killing, the blood, the almost rape, the practically rape! Slaiden went too far and it frightens me knowing that he wanted to go further if not for my friends waiting for me. Even though I felt some sense of pleasure, a feeling that is new and unfamiliar to me, I don’t want his advances. He says he wants me. He gave me a god damn hickey for crying out loud! It’s going to take so much cover up to make it seem unnoticeable!

I calm down my quickened breathing and wipe away my tears with a blanket covered fist. A shiver goes down my spine as I try to relax. I consider my options from here on out. Since no one would believe me that I have been fighting a demon for the past few weeks who had been responsible for all these murders happening, going to the police is still not an option. With the rain washing away all the evidence, I fear the Detective Gavin and CSI Trisha aren’t going to have any good leads. With that fact, I have no way of being connected to the scene but at the same time, I can’t come forward to tell them what happened. And my most important problem is the demon himself, Slaiden. I’m hardly any closer to figuring out who his summoner is. That David Manning guy seemed familiar as if I’ve heard of him but it’s very vague so I have no idea where I’ve heard of him before if I actually have at all and not imagining that I have. I need to figure out who Slaiden’s summoner is if I want these murders to stop…and escape with my virginity still intact.

Just the mere thought of Slaiden being inside me like he was earlier causes me to shudder in my bed. I pull the covers even tighter, as if they will serve as protection from any threat. I have a feeling that next time I meet him that it will be hard to get away. The look his eyes were giving me before he flew off proved that. I don’t know why Slaiden is so determined to have me when he will just be sent back to his world once his deal is done or I stop the summoner from telling him to kill more people. It’s not like he can do anything about that and life will go on for me, lost innocence or not. At least I hope that is how this will all end, whenever it does.

I push all these thoughts away into the back of my mind since I need some much wanted sleep. I wipe my eyes one last time and slowly close them. I readjust myself to get more comfortable and let my breathing even out. Once my nerves calm, I begin to drift off. Suddenly my eyes shoot open as one last thought runs through my mind.

“That jerk stole my underwear!”


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Wow, what a juicy chapter if I don’t say myself. ;)

It turned out a lot better than I thought, even if it was a compromise. I hope this has satisfied all your cravings until the next chapter, ha ha. Please tell me what you think, whether you liked it or not because I value others opinions. Keep an eye out for the next chapter sometime this weekend!

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