From demons and other creatures

Chapter One – When the fire meets with ice



Ringing the doorbell, I\'m not exited to go in. What kind of people will I meet? What is my Ex-lover going to do? How will her girlfriend react to me? Too many questions and no answer.

The door opens and I walk to the lift, pressing the fourth floor button.

There is so many, to many to talk about... and nothing.

What can I do? What should I do? Why am I here tonight?

The lift stops at the fourth floor. I leave. I could read her heart always, but she never mine. Was that a sign from above? Am I different? What\'s wrong with me? Am I damned to be forever lonely?

I come to the door that belongs to my ex-friend.



She opens and smiles a bright “welcome”. For what ? For her curious new friends? As food for their mattress? I just try to live, and to feel good in my life, try to be true. That\'s all. When our love died, something in me died too. Perhaps the love to humans? My blood is on fire, but my heart is cold and nothing will warm it up again. It only brings pain in the end, so I never let it happen again. Someone close to me means that I have a weak point. I will never be weak again...



When I went to her living room she doesn\'t introduce me to the other persons I don\'t know. She never did that at anytime. Making some smalltalk to the few people I know from the past, my eyes scanning the elegant living room for the rest of the guests tonight. Some strange looking girls are here tonight, who look like from outer space.

\'Not interested.\' is my only thought.

Some business guys in the center of the room.

\'Not my style, I\'m not stupid, I\'m not for sale, so I\'m too rebellious for them. They would fear me, if I fight them back. I don\'t want to, so stay away from me guys.\'

Towards the large balcony stand some guys that are totally different from the rest. All people here are good looking. But they... Man, they are the beauty within. I can not look away, even as the guy with the silver hair catches my eyes. Golden eyes are looking right into my green ones. I\'m shocked! It feels like he can read my heart... and my soul too. Suddenly the noises around me are to loud. I need a place to hide, where I can take a rest for a moment.



This Apartment on the fourth floor is huge, it\'s the only one on this floor, so I turn around to search for a place a little bit quieter. The only room, where no one seems to be in, is a Guest room. Large Windows from the ceiling to the floor show me a wonderful sundown over the hills and golden fields behind this house. In one of these windows stands an Armchair. Sitting down, one foot on the seat, arms wrapped around and my chin on my knee I start thinking about some parts of my life, looking outside the window and watching the sun going down.

My ex and I broke apart a few months ago, because the relationship didn\'t lead anywhere anymore. Finally she fell in love with her new girlfriend. We kept the contact, but never saw each other personally again. One week ago she invited me to her party, what surprised me a bit. But I felt like nothing special to do tonight, so I went here. Now I\'m sitting here, alone in a bedroom, in the darkening lights of the end of this day and try to find out, why I\'m here. For self punishing? The wound in my heart is bleeding again. I feel the hurting inside and the wild scream of my soul. Right into my thoughts, the door opened with a soft noise.



“I can leave this room to you, I just wanted a quiet moment, that\'s all.” I say, turning my dreamy head to the door. In the door frame leans the silver beauty from the living room, two glasses and a bottle with red vine in his hands.

“Relax, I\'m fine, with you in here. And a little quiet space is the best now. These chicks are hell! They don\'t get away from me for just a second and every one of them tries to touch me.” He shivers softly.

“So you didn\'t like girls?” I grin at him.

“Neither girls, nor women.” asked with a raised up silver brow. This hair color is gorgeous, too delicate to be real, but seemed to be natural. Because of the answer I stare at him.

“What are you preferring then?” I ask. He doesn\'t prefer what I think, does he?!

“I love guys. In the end, to be exact, such cute guys like you.” he smiles at me.

“Oh.” I whispered.



Slowly he closes the door and walks up to me. Setting the glasses on the small, decorative table next to me, he opens the bottle of vine and fills the glasses. He offers me one with a smirk.



“You can drink it. I brought it from home to be sure that nothing is in it and this one is better then the vinegar that is offered here.”



I smile and look into this beautiful golden eyes, taking the glass of blood red vine from his hands. This smile on his face makes me melt like butter in the warmth of the sun. From outside the window only dark orange glow of sunlight is floating into the bedroom, slowly changing into violet, the messenger of the upcoming night.



“I love this moments of twilight, when the day goes by, caught up in the heats of the night under the cool, shimmering silk of the Moonlight. It cools down my heating blood and tames the wildness in me, stops the roaring and burning wolf of my soul and the flames of temper inside me calm a little bit down. It makes me feel alive and lets me rest for a moment.”I whisper looking outside the window, watching the first stars appearing.



“You are lonely. I can feel it around you, I can tell it by the look in your beautiful green eyes, shadowed by pain and sorrow. You blame yourself for something. And this is what never let you rest, you can\'t forget and you can\'t forgive yourself. I don\'t know the reasons and you don\'t have to tell me anything. But perhaps I can give you a moment of freedom, a moment of silence. You only need a little courage to trust in a stranger, to trust in your own feelings and needs. Just let a moment go of yourself.” His voice is so soft and low, it barely meets my ears, sounding like a promise, and covering my heart in a silky embrace, soft and cool, calms the storm in my mind down.



Looking up into his golden eyes, I try to read his mind, his soul. Is he honest? Can I trust him? And if I do, what will happen tonight? This beautiful eyes, so full of … love? Is it really love? And his voice sounds yearning. The last time I trusted a stranger, I ended up hurt and beaten. It took everything away from me I ever loved. I can\'t take this feeling one more time, it took me years to even trust myself again. I don\'t care for myself anymore, but I care for the ones beside me. This thoughts are an endless fight in my crazy mind. My mind – a broken mirror, like splinters on the wall that I can\'t collect and put together. But when I look into these golden eyes, there seems to appear a warm and golden light inside the labyrinth in my head, that wants to lead me a way. But I\'m afraid of what I will find when I follow this light.



His fingers catch my chin in a soft touch, lift it up a little. His thumb strokes softly over my lips, in a warm and gentle way, like an invitation to relax into this touch and the feelings it brings alive. Feelings from the past, long forgotten and forbidden for me to feel again, because they mean weakness.



His warm and wistful voice sinks into my heart. “Love me, only tonight. No promises, no boundaries, nothing else. Only give in to this moment. Please, don\'t send me away, right back into the loneliness of the night. Hold me, touch me, make me forget.” The whisper flows on a calm night breeze, longing for something in me, I thought that had died some time ago. Warm shivers running through my body, makes me wanting to touch this beautiful face, kiss the soft and vulnerable lips, caress them, take them, make them mine...



My body starts moving without my control. My mind is blank and my body react impulsive, answer the call of this siren with fire. Giving in to the touch of his thumb, I stand up, setting my glass of vine to the table, right next to his. Turning completely to him and his touching hands on my hot skin, I brush his waiting lips with mine, dancing with his, licking with my tongue over his bottom lip, desire for admittance to his mouth. His hands are striking the red strands of my hair, while I begin to explore this sweet cavity of his mouth, starting a dance with his tongue, so old like the stars in the now blue black night sky outside. Moonlight kisses the silver strands of his silky long hair, shimmering in a holy light in the darkness of the room, making me wish to run my fingers into his hair, holding him tight.

My fingers run down to his neck, caressing him, playing with the softness of his skin. My right arm is moving down his back, to get under his shirt, to touch this magical skin, to caress the soft flesh, my reward is a sweet sigh that makes me weak. My kiss is getting hungrier, and he answer it with passion. I\'m lost in this kiss, in this touch of his skin. I can\'t control myself or even stop myself. I need this right now! This is the hot temper in me that I fear. It takes over me... and I\'m lost. I can\'t control it... and I don\'t want to. Not now. Not with him. With pleasure I\'m taking of his shirt to get free entrance to the upper part of his body. His breath is getting heavier and his sweet sighs just makes me more needy. Softly I\'m kissing my way down his neck, caressing every single millimeter of this delicious skin. He smells like grass and wood and earth. His smell is like a aphrodisiac in my blood. My fingers exploring the fine defined muscles of his body, rubbing arousing over his nipples, which gets me a moan from his lips.



My voice is a breath against his heated flesh. “What is your name? It doesn\'t matter, but I would like to know...”

“Eiael.” was the breathless answer dripping from his lips. “How shall I call you when it gets to the point?” he asked with a breathless voice, just like mine, while looking deep into my eyes, banning me and making me melt in my own heat, that is reflected in his golden eyes.

“I\'m called Pyro.”

“The name fits you. Your temper is exact like this. Like Fire and about every second to explode. I can feel it in the touch of our lips. This seems to be a hot night... “ Eiael smirks, before his lips melts with mine again. Our tongues are dancing again, teasing each other, I\'m moaning into his mouth for more, sliding my hands down from his neck to his bottom, still covered in black silky pants that are like a second skin to him, ending in black boots with silver metal fittings that reaches up a little above his knees.



Normally I\'m a dominant part, but with Eiael it feels different. Very different. I feel no need to dominate him, to lead the way. I was never with a man before, but with my girlfriends I was always the stronger and dominating part. Now I feel like I can let go of myself, for the first time to give in into someone else. Eiael is a stranger, but this golden eyes and this face are telling me I\'m safe. It\'s a bitter sweet mess I\'m in.



Eiael\'s warm fingers strikes softly over my cheek, caressing my neck, sliding down my back to come to rest on my bottom, pressing my hips next to him. I feel the heat of his body through my clothes. We have to much between us... I need to feel him... naked... skin to skin...



My head sinks into my neck, lips a little parted, when his lips start to caress my skin, to explore my body. These Lips are wandering down my cheek, to my neck, I feel his tongue licking over a sensible spot there what makes me shiver. Slowly his hand open my belt and and get off my shirt. The first touch of his fingers on my naked skin makes my knees weak. It feels like a lightning cracks into me. The intense of this soft and sensible fingers on my burning skin is nearly to much. My breath goes heavy and I\'m near to scream as the fingers of his left hand are slowly running up and down my spine, exploring the muscles on my back while his lips are kissing my shoulder, down my throat, teasing me with his teeth. His right hand caressing my right side and sliding along the waistband of my black leather pants up to my navel.



Eiael moved our bodies across the room to the large bed with creamy white satin sheets. I fall back onto the bed, crawl up to the center waiting breathless for my...lover? Will Eiael become this tonight? My lover? I shook my head to get rip of this thoughts. No promises, no boundaries, no future. It will end when the sunrise sets in. I will keep the memory of this night in my heart. That must be enough.



My hot and needy body cries out for Eiael\'s touch. I watch him how he opens his bootlaces with this long and elegant fingers. With a thick sound both boots fall to the ground. Slowly he crawls into the bed like a cat, a hungry glow in his eyes, promising more of this delicate touches, much more. My hands slide in his hair, my hungry lips melting with his. I want him to feel the fire inside me, the wild hunger for his touches and his kisses. The moonlight is the only light in the room and gives the scenery a romantic touch. The only sound in the room are our hungry and heavy breaths, the soft sighs and moans.



He answers my burning kiss with hunger and passion, caressing and exploring my chest first with his fingers, followed by his lips and tongue. Eiael\'s tongue licking my nipple sends a hot sensation to my hardening cock. Lust is floating hot and thick on fire waves through my body when he starts to suck. My head falls back and I can\'t stop myself moaning his name. My lovers hand sliding down to my thighs and playing over the zipper of my pants while he is teasing the second nipple. Hell, he knows how to drive me wild!

“Eiael,... please,... I need your touch... so bad...” comes a breathless whisper from my lips.

His golden eyes are covered with lust and passion. He smiles a hungry smile by his aspirated answer.

“Everything in time, little wild cat. It\'s your first time, so slow it down. And enjoy your feelings, my touch, my kiss... . Just lay back and enjoy...”



Kissing his way down to my navel, I feel him opening the button and the zipper of my pants, touching my hard cock like a feather with this magical fingers. My hips are thrusting into the touch of his hands as I cry out his name.

Slowly his hands stripping my pants down to my boots, licking and sucking on my navel, driving me crazy. And there is something new. A new feeling. It would not be enough to get touched by him, licked or sucked. I want him. Totally. Somewhere in the back of my mind I\'m shocked. I want to be taken, like a girl?! But hell it feels so right and I\'m so full of desire... I need him...



My boots are falling to the ground followed by my pants. I never wear boxers or such stuff. No need for it. Eiael\'s hot burning look across my body makes me moan. He kneels on the bed, sliding slowly his hands over his chest, his stomach, down to his pants, opening the button and zipper, sliding his hand into his own pants, his eyes are locked with mine. It\'s arousing to watch him strip. Very slow his hands sliding down over his hips, pulling his pants down to his knees and sliding up on the inner side of his thighs, over his full hardened cock. Lascivious sounds his voice:

“I want you so bad, Pyro. To touch you like this is enough to make me that hard. I need you, love. I want to make love to you, I want to taste you, I want everything I can get...”

He leans down to my thighs, kissing and licking along his way from the base of my cock to the head, licking, while his hands are spreading my legs, coming between them, caressing my inner thighs, my ass, my sides and back to my ass. His fingers are like silk on my skin. When he takes my cock into his mouth and starts to suck, I feel like the bed is covered in a hell fire, burning away the sins of my past, the blood from my hands. It feels so good, so delicious and I give in to my desire. Eiael stops my thrust by holding back my hips with his hands, softly replacing his mouth with his hand, pumping my cock in a slow and teasing manner.

I\'m hot, I\'m needy, I\'m full of passion, lust and desire, just about to explode and behaving like a slut. Pleasing him, crying and begging for more. Dipping his fingers in my pre-cum, he whispers in my ear:

“Trust me, just relax and let me do the rest, I will give you release, just trust me a little more. Do you want me? Here?”

His finger caresses my entrance, teasing it, begging for admittance. I spread my legs wider. I can\'t speak. I nod with a moan.

Feeling his finger softly thrust into me makes me go insane. It\'s a combination of hurt and lust that makes me moan loader.

His lips kissing down again my body, to take my cock again into his mouth, while his finger keeps thrusting into my entrance, makes me cry out his name.

“Do you want more?” he ask me, still kissing and licking me.

“Eiael please...” I don\'t know for what I please. I need more. And he is the only one who can give me that sensation, this thrill.

A second finger joins the first in my entrance, still thrusting in a slow way, teasing me, heating me up. When his third finger is entered, he find my sweet spot. My hips are now thrusting into his mouth, my fingers nails into the sheets.

With a loud moan he replaces his fingers, and turns me around, holding my hips a little bit up to set the head of his shaft on my prepared entrance. Slowly Eiael starts to thrust into the tight heat of my body. Slowly, teasingly. His hand is pumping my cock in the same teasing way like he thrusts into me. Nearly every thrust hitting the sweet spot deep inside me. I see flames, coming from my hands that are presst to the bed, dancing around us, burning the bed without heat, hiding us behind a wall of fire to the rest of the world.

“You are so tight and hot. I love the feeling to be deep inside you, love. And I love you, breathing fire. It makes me feel alive, melting the ice surrounding my soul.” his breathless voice tells me, before he starts thrusting faster into me, spreading my legs wider, to melt deeper with me. My moans changes to cry outs and screams of pleasure. I hear him breathing heavily, feeling his hot breath on my skin and hearing him cry out my name makes me wanting him more.

I can\'t hold it back any longer, I feel me release in his pumping hand. Eiael just needs a few more very deep and hard thrusts into my tight heat to find release too. With my name cried out loud he breaks down with me, holding me tight, still inside me, kissing breathlessly my neck and my shoulder, his arms wrapped around me makes me feel safe and comfortable. In a gentle move he pulls outside and falls on his side. I snuggle up to him, resting my head on his right arm, his left arm wrapped around me, both of us panting for breath. The clock on the bedside table shows 4:00 in the morning. I fall asleep in the warm embrace of Eiael\'s arms, the arms of my lover...



The dawn of day is my nature time to get up. I slowly open my eyes, blinking into the sunrise outside. Eiael is still sleeping, a peaceful picture to keep in my heart. Slowly and quite I leave the bed, putting my cloth on. I can\'t stay. If I stay, I let him near to me. No way for that. All the people who loved me once are now dead. I can\'t allow that anymore. I have to leave, even when that means to break his heart … and mine too. I open up the window and take a deep breath, stepping up to the windowsill, spreading my wings. Under me lies the part of the garden, called \'Rose quarter\'. Hundreds of different roses are there. The perfect memory for this night. I smile, while I\'m flying down, cutting off a blossom blood red rose. Taking it with me, back to the Guest room where Eiael is still sleeping. Touching my fingers with my lips and touching his gentle with them, I lay down the rose onto the creamy white silky pillow, a last greet to my love.

I slowly return to the windowsill and looking back, breathing in the last impress of this sleeping beauty I made love with.



\'You will always be my first, perhaps you were my last lover. You have a very special place in my heart, even when I can\'t allow myself to love you, Eiael. Please forgive me...\'



I spread my black and red colored wings and fly into the light of the early morning, my heart is aching and full of joy at the same time. Will we meet again? Who knows...