Summoned

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Back from vacation! I had a blast with my family and neighbors who went with us up north! I was looking forward to it all summer and am sad that it ended. But there is always next year to look forward to! Anyway, while sipping margaritas on the lake and having some fun in the water, I thought of some great ideas for this chapter…as well as another plot for another possible story but that’s a whole other topic for another time. So enough of my ramblings, here’s chapter 33! Sorry for the long wait but I hope it’s worth it, you tell me! ;)

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WARNING: There will be violence and minor character death in this chapter, don’t like violence 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 33

“Ok Harley, you got his attention…now what?”

I’m completely puzzled as of what to do next. Slaiden has me trapped, trapped in the iron bars that are his arms. No car to speed off in, no drivable road to even use said car on and no way to get Phil anywhere safe. I’m not even in a good position to fight Slaiden. My hands may be free but being pressed against his hard body gives little to my advantage. My best option is talk him up and hope an idea comes to mind before Slaiden carries out his ‘punishment’. “Well here goes nothing, I hope my mouth doesn’t dig me a deeper hole.”

Trying not to wince at the slight painful pressure against my ribs, I gather up what bit of courage I have left and give Slaiden the bravest face I can muster. “What? No sense of humor tonight? I thought you like me challenging you.” I say sarcastically, a slight smirk forming on my lips. “I thought you found me amusing and intriguing, those were your words, remember?”

Slaiden takes the bait and his eyes slightly waver, letting a brief flash of interest break through before hardening coldly again. Despite the intense gaze, he replies with some wit of his own. “Oh but I do, very much so…but tonight has been far from ‘amusing’.” He takes his free hand up to my face and pulls back some of my hair against my head to brush his thumb over the spot of where he hit me minutes ago. My head gives a slight flinch as Slaiden applies some pressure, emphasizing his opinion of tonight’s events before continuing. “It has been over two centuries since any one, demon or human, has taken me by surprise. And yet, you pull it off not once, but twice, in one night. It pains me to admit that I underestimated you, Harley, as well as that persistent detective.”

“Really? Underestimated us, huh?” I say slyly, deciding to play on his words. I even get bold and poke his still drenched chest with my right index finger as I speak. I don’t let the slight ego boost effect me mentally but I widen my smirk, all for effect since an idea just popped in my head. “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth, not in million years.”

Slaiden’s gaze flickers to my finger on his soaked shirt then back to my face, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. While he may not be completely buying my odd shift in behavior, at least his anger seems to be cooling down…I think. He appears more collected but I know that on the inside that is a different matter. His eyes are still smoldering on account of my earlier actions. I’m on thin ice that could crack at any moment if I say the wrong thing. He might be questioning my motive but he surprisingly gives a smirk of his own as his striking gold eyes lock with my determined brown ones. “While it does not occur often, I always give credit to where credit is due. As long as I find the being worthy of it, of course.”

“And you consider me worthy?” I question slyly, inching myself closer in his hold so that my front is pressed even closer against him. This allows my shirt to get damp from the contact of Slaiden’s wet one, letting him feel my warm chest against his cold, dripping body. The whole time keeping my eyes locked with his in the way that a woman might do to manipulate her man. “Oh God, I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

Slaiden raises an eyebrow at this action. While he tries to appear unaffected, I see a look of lust enter his gaze but like before, it’s gone just as quickly as it came. His eyes search mine as if expecting them to reveal a secret. I hold my gaze though, keeping as genuine in appearance as possible. But he must sense my inner uneasiness because he grabs my chin firmly and draws our faces closer together to the point that our noses are almost touching. “I know what you are up too, Harley.” He says carefully, “But yes, you have proven yourself worthy of my acknowledgement, respect even. Just don’t think that you’re past actions have been forgotten, much less forgiven.”

“Oh, and what am I up to Lord Slaiden?” I ask confidently, ignoring his last comment and pressing my ever waning luck. I even drawl out the lord title, half for flattery and half out of sarcasm.

Slaiden gives a dark laugh in mocking, his hot breath fanning my face. “You know exactly what little girl. And you will not succeed despite such an interesting tactic. You will not fool me a third time.”

“Damn, he’s not giving in to my playfulness. Guess I’ll have to step it up a notch…I have to do it, no going back now.” I take a slow breath then reply, “Well if that’s the case then there is only one thing left for me to do.”

“And what is that, little girl? Humor me.” Slaiden says sarcastically. By the tone of his voice, it’s obvious that he is growing impatient.

“This!” and instantly my hands shoot up to grab his face and close the distance between us. My lips crash onto his, instantly tasting the lingering lake water.

For once, Slaiden is the one too surprised to react. He remains motionless, unsure of what is actually happening. Inwardly I grin that I was able to catch him off guard in the simplest gesture. While completely out of character, I deepen the kiss, wanting to hold his attention as long as possible. I suddenly feel his arm tighten around me, bringing me closer. “Yes! That’s it, give in demon boy!”

But my little victory is in vain because I instantly feel Slaiden’s claws dig into my bruised side. I quickly break the kiss and give a cry out in pain. Slaiden gets a firm grip on my jaw again, pulling my face back towards his.

“Well played, who would’ve thought the brave little mouse could play with the big bad cat. Although while enjoyable, I’m not easily distracted in that way. You are not the first to try that one on me even if yours is the most welcomed.” Slaiden says with venom lacing his sharp tongue, his mocking tone cutting into me like a knife. True to his word, Slaiden wasn’t fooled. His dark eyes are proof enough of that fact. His annoyance overpowers his amusement.

“It was worth a shot.” I get out between gritted teeth, my playful attitude completely vanished.

“Any more ‘shots’ you want to make while I generously give you the chance?” Slaiden asks with a dark smirk, taunting me.

I’m about to answer even though I’m completely out of ideas when my shadow is casted on Slaiden’s wet chest from oncoming headlights. “Gavin?” I wish hopefully. Slaiden pulls his head away and looks up and I look over my shoulder as well while I have the chance. It’s only one headlight. A motorcycle is speeding towards us. My hope instantly diminishes as I realize that it’s not the detective. I squint at the hash light, unsure of what Slaiden will do. With the road destroyed behind us, the driver won’t get very far even if he swerves to avoid us. And with Slaiden completely exposed in plain sight, wings and all, the driver will at least get a brief view of him or stop in shock and confusion completely.

Surprisingly, the driver does something in between as he gets closer to us. He instantly starts swerving to avoid us, partially losing control of his bike. He swerves to his left, going wide to miss us and the large fissure in the concrete road. Seeing that he might be able to pass us, Slaiden reacts. I’m instantly thrown into the air, across the road. I land in a tall oak tree, my quick reflexes instantly reacting to grab onto a thick branch. As I pull myself up to rest on my middle with my hands and elbows reinforcing me, I watch from 20 feet high as Slaiden uses both hands to grab the front of the bike. He presses down causing the bike’s rear wheel to lift into the air, the helmeted driver leaning forward towards Slaiden. The diver tries to overpower him; his Yamaha bike is apparently all-wheel drive as the front wheel keeps turning with the rubber creating hot friction on the cement. Slaiden centers himself, placing his left leg behind him and forces the bike to be at an arm length away. His wings are outstretched, flexed as if to reinforce him as he keeps the bike in place.

I can hear the rider give a muffled yell into his racing style helmet. It’s one of determination though, not fear like I would assume. He must already be over the shock of a creature like Slaiden and is hell bent on getting past him. He puts more power into his escape attempt but Slaiden has a firm stance. Slaiden’s face is one of unwavering determination as he lifts the whole bike off the ground. While the bike itself shouldn’t be a challenge, the constant torque of the wheels must be putting some strain on him. He lifts the bike up so that the front wheel is chest level with him. Then faster than I can blink Slaiden tosses the bike to the side but grabs the man off of it so he is still within Slaiden’s grasp.

*SMASH*

*CRACK*

*CRUNCH*

I wince at the sound of the heavy metal motorcycle makes as it collides with Phil’s car. Now it’s a heaping pile of scrap metal, the full illusion of a horribly deadly car crash. Just the effect Slaiden is going for.

“I’m getting rather irritated from all these meaningless interruptions.” Slaiden says coldly.

While looking at the man clothed in Fox Racing gear, Slaiden’s comment isn’t fully directed at him. It goes without saying that I’m one of those meaningless interruptions. But then again, Slaiden also considers me as some sort of reward since he’s had his way with me during our latest encounters. I look over at Phil to see him still on the ground but looking directly at me with a pleading look in his eyes.

“I know. I’m trying here. I need to think of something. Just hang in there a little longer.” I think to Phil as if he could read my mind. I return his look to which I hope get’s my message across. I need to think of a way out of this for Phil’s sake. The motorcyclist is a lost cause at this point. Slaiden isn’t going to tolerate my stalling much longer. I didn’t even know what I’m stalling for. Gavin to show up in one piece? A whole police unit to take on Slaiden? Or for Phil to find the strength to get up and run away?

The front of the man’s shirt is clutched tightly in Slaiden’s claws, suspending him a foot off the ground. The man uses his arms to yank off his helmet which Slaiden surprisingly allows. “He must not care what this guy does since he’s going to kill him soon.” I think as I study the rider. The man is young, early twenties, with black hair messy from his helmet. Moderately attractive too from what I can tell. He looks pissed off, not even fazed at what just happened to his expensive ride.

“Let go of me you fucking freak!” the man yells as he brings down his helmet with great force intending to bash it into Slaiden’s head.

Slaiden catches it with ease with his free right hand, stopping it just before it hits his forehead. He pierces into the plastic and rips it out of the man’s hands. The young man looks shocked at this display, now realizing that he doesn’t stand a fighting chance anymore than I do. Slaiden just glares at him as he carelessly tosses the helmet behind him. It bounces on the pavement a few times then falls into the gaping hole to be lost forever.

“Holy shit.” The man whispers as Slaiden draws him closer.

“Not what I would have chosen as my last words.” Slaiden says maliciously.

And with that statement Slaiden slices the man’s throat, silencing him indefinitely. He then throws the rider’s limp body casually over his shoulder as if he was tossing back a baseball to a waiting kid. The body lands in an awkward position across his wrecked bike and Phil’s trapped car. Slaiden turns his head slightly in my direction. His stone face expression tells me that his main focus is now the task at hand. He doesn’t say anything; instead he turns his body to face a struggling Phil trying to get off the ground. Phil appears to be in great pain and his struggling only increases as he notices Slaiden looking his way. Slaiden then speaks with a harsh, cold tone. “Time to take care of you once and for all.”

“Great, Slaiden’s going to kill Phil and I’m stuck in freaking tree!” I fume as I try to think of a plan. Nothing comes to mind though so I decide to use actions instead of thoughts and words. I start to climb down the best I can, slipping briefly on the closest branch that my foot comes in contact with. It’s impossible to not make any noise and as soon as my shoe touches the rough bark, Slaiden rears his head at me. His face has a stoic expression the causes me to freeze up as we make eye contact.

“And what do you think you’re doing? Is it not very clear to you now that you cannot save the boy?” Slaiden says in the same harsh voice, a hint of annoyance lacing it.

I know that Slaiden isn’t going to deal with any more distractions or stalling, the dead motorcyclist is proof enough for me. But despite all of that I just can’t give up. I just can’t allow myself to. So as I continue to climb down, ignoring the deep warning growl coming from the demon, I state my answer in the calmest voice possible. “Coming down. I’m not giving up. Not now, not ever. I failed every time and I won’t accept failure as an option any longer!”

I then jump the rest of the 10 feet down, landing in a crouch position with my hands to help cushion me. I ignore the instant burning from the scrapped skin on the palm of my hands from the friction as I stand up to face him. I glare at Slaiden, silently challenging him to fight me once more. I may be bruised and battered but I’m not out for the count just yet. As long as I’m able I’ll keep fighting. But instead of accepting it Slaiden disappears right before my eyes only to reappear right in front of Phil.

“Ahhh!” Phil manages to cry out in surprise at the sudden closeness of the being of his worst nightmares.

My eyes slightly widen in shock but I shake it off and charge at Slaiden, not caring that my speed is nowhere near up to par with his. Slaiden doesn’t even acknowledge my approaching form as he looks down at Phil and places his foot on Phil’s spine, applying pressure.

“AAHHHhhhh!” Phil cries out louder this time as his already damaged back is pressed down on.

I stop dead in my tracks three feet away from the pair. Phil gives me a desperate look, pleading for me to save him. Only I don’t know how. Slaiden then focuses back on me. While his face is expressionless, his eyes show victory, triumphant victory after a long night of trickery and pain. He knows that my valiant nature and urge to save Phil will stop me from making any stupid moves. Because of that look I want nothing more than to gauge his eyes out if it will give me the chance to save Phil. I know though that if I make any sudden movements then Slaiden will kill Phil without a second thought. I'm forced in a tight space with nowhere to turn to. Unless a miracle happens Phil is as good as dead and I will have failed again.

“Any last words you two would like to share before I finish with what I came to do?” Slaiden says mockingly with a sting of venom, his evident anger from earlier returning.

I failed again.

“Failure, such a nasty word…How much more disappointment can I take before I crack? Is this even worth it anymore? I couldn’t save Mark, Jeanette or Steve. Don was done for before I even had the chance to act and now Phil is doomed…..Is Gavin even alive? Will everyone I come in contact with die by Slaiden?” I think as I stare at the scared eyes of a broken Phil pressed into the rough ground. I don’t even have anything to say but one thing as tears begin to swell up in my eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Phil just looks up and opens his mouth to say something but before one word even leaves his lips, Slaiden stomps his heel on Phil’s neck, breaking it to sever his spinal cord. Within seconds Phil’s breathing stops and his eyes are now lifeless. He’s gone.

“You damn demon! He was going to say something! You even said he could!” I lash out, rage fueling my voice.

Slaiden just looks at me darkly as he removes his heel from Phil’s body. A dark smirk forms on his lips. “I’m a demon Harley.” He says maliciously, “We are not known for our empathy. Now, about your punishment…”

Fear instantly overcomes me. It must reflect on my face because Slaiden starts stalking towards me with a predatory look in his eyes. Instinct takes over and I swiftly turn to run even though in the back of my mind I know it’s no use. I don’t even make three steps when I’m grabbed around the waist from behind and thrown onto Slaiden’s shoulder. I’m in an awkward position since Slaiden still has his wings. They are folded back and the angle presses into my middle uncomfortably. I struggle in the steel-like hold despite the hopelessness of it. Slaiden turns around and carries me past Phil’s corpse into the heavily wooded area. He walks deep into the trees until the road is completely lost from my view. In one swift, unexpected moment I’m thrown onto the ground not very lightly. I grunt in pain as I hit the dirt. I sit up and look at my demon captor, waiting for him to speak. “I can’t believe I’m thinking this but that hotel suite is sounding better every second.” I already know what ever is going to happen tonight to me is going to happen here in the deserted forest.

Without saying a word Slaiden’s still dripping wings disappear and he undoes his dripping sash and peels off his wet shirt. Once they are discarded to the ground his wings appear again, which I assume so they can still dry. He eyes glue me to my spot as I watch him. His muscled chest is damp from wearing his soaking clothes for so long. I can’t help but look despite how I feel. He is breathtaking in appearance but dark and menacing underneath that perfection. He runs as hand through his damp hair, pulling the wet stray strands away from his face as he stares down at me intensely. His gaze roams my form then rests at my eyes.

“Stip.” He orders.

I don’t move though. Not an inch. I told him I would fight and that goes for this as well. I won’t give in that easily. He’s had his way with me before, every time by holding someone else’s life over my head. First with Gavin and Louis and then my family. He has no leverage over me now so I’m not complying that easily. I just stare up at him with defiance.

As if readying my mind, he growls in impatience. “So you think since there is no one else here to protect that you won’t submit to me?”

I don’t move, just stare back making my answer loud and clear without uttering a single sound.

“Well that’s where you are wrong, little girl. I think I deserve some pleasure after the humiliation you put me through tonight.” He says smoothly as he crouches down on the balls of his feet to be at eye level with me.

“Not happening.” I finally say with a scowl.

Slaiden gives a soft yet dark laugh, contradicting his earlier attitude. “You can defy me all you want but I will get what I want. No more games, I need to get some frustration out. A good fuck is what I need and you are exactly the right bitch for the job. I will not repeat myself again so strip. Now.”

I flinch slightly at his harsh words, never before hearing him call me that degrading word before. It’s always been his pet name for me, girl, human, or on rare occasions even my name. I’ve been called a bitch and a whore by Manning but when Slaiden says it, it sounds so much more disgusting and cruel.

Once more he reads my thoughts and elaborates. “I have no difficulty addressing you as such if you act like one. Be thankful I haven’t done so before. In fact, I’ve been very light with you, Harley. There are even more degrading and disgusting words that my lips can call you. My tongue has been known to be very cruel and you have finally deserved to hear it. Now do not keep me waiting much longer.” His eyes narrow at the last part, his obsidian pupils dilating into slits.

“Those eyes…..I don’t have a choice. What’s worse, getting brutally raped or brutally fucked by submitting? I don’t want either but I’m at his mercy. And he doesn’t give mercy…this isn’t going to be pleasant but I’m not going down easy.” I’ve made up my mind and despite what would be the smarter, more logical choice, my stubbornness and free will get in the way, knowing I will regret it as soon as I say it. Staring Slaiden dead in the eyes, I say two simple yet powerful words.

“Make me.”

“With pleasure.” My demon captor replies with a devilish smirk.

“Stupid mouth.” Are my only thoughts as I’m immediately grabbed and hoisted up to my feet.

Slaiden takes a clawed hand and bunches up the front of my red, slightly damp top. With a swift yank it’s ripped from my body. I yelp in pain as the abused, tattered fabric is pulled off me. I instinctively go to cover up from the chilling night air but Slaiden is faster and slashes my bra to pieces. I cry out in shock and immediately try to pull away but Slaiden has me in a firm grip. He then shoves me to the ground and starts removing my jean capris, ignoring my flailing hands attempting to stop him. My phone falls from my pocket during the struggle and its glowing screen shows that I have a missed call. I never even felt it vibrate during this whole ordeal with Phil. I go to reach it as I kick at Slaiden trying to deter his advances. He pulls my shoes and pants off but I immediately roll over and away to grab my cell. I flip it open to see that Tina left me a voice message. I ignore it and go to call Gavin but suddenly a heavy weight is brought on me and I sink into the earth. Slaiden straddles me on my back and yanks my phone away.

“Your technology won’t save you now…..Hmm, let’s see what your little friend has to say about your absence.” Slaiden says from above me. Then with the click of a button, Tina’s voice fills the air.

“Harley, where’d you go? Jeff said he saw you leave in a hurry with Phil, what’s going on? We are about to come look for you. Call me back as soon as you get this. I’m worried…*Click*…”

Slaiden gives annoyed growl as he brings the phone to my face. “Call her back, I don’t want any more interruptions…and neither do you if you don’t want her to find you like this.”

There it is, the guilt of a life hanging over my head. Not arguing or defying him for once, I call my worried best friend back. It doesn’t even get through the whole first ring when she picks up, music in the background. “Harley, where are you!?”

I give a small sigh a relief that she hasn’t left yet before answering. “Sorry for leaving without telling you guys but I had a family emergency and Phil was around and offered me a ride.” I lie, trying to ignore Slaiden’s claws that have grabbed onto my hair in warning.

“Oh my God, is everything O.K.?” She says with worry. I can hear Ryan and Jeff in the background asking about me.

“Yeah, just a scare with my Grandpa, he had a bad fall. I’m going to the hospital now to meet up with my parents. He’ll be fine but I want to be there. I’ll call you tomorrow O.K.? Have fun at the party.” I say as believable as possible. I hate lying to her, especially about my family members but it’s all I can come up with to make her stay at the party.

“..*Sigh*...That’s a relief, I’m glad you’re O.K. Tell your family that I hope everything is fine and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. See you later.” She responds.

“Bye and thanks, girl….*Click*...”

As soon as that call ends my cell is ripped out of my hand and tossed a few yards away out of my sight before I can make another attempt to call Gavin. Slaiden pulls me up by my hair to stand me up. He turns me around and swiftly tears my underwear off, completely exposing me in the dark forest. My breasts and stomach burn from being rubbed against leaves, sticks and the cold ground. I notice little read scratches all along my front. Little drops of water run down my back and legs from Slaiden straddling me, causing me to shiver from the cold. Despite my worn appearance Slaiden is apparently aroused since his hard member is visible against his soaked pants. Not hesitating any more, he's soon naked and has me on my knees with his well endowed manhood in my face before I can even register what’s happening.

“Suck me off.” He growls out as his hand remains in my hair.

My eyes are as wide as saucers hearing that as I try to inch away from him. It’s no use though, I can’t get away. I tighten my lip as Slaiden guides me forward, closer and closer to his large, stiff member. Seeing my resistance, Slaiden digs his claws into my scalp which causes me to hiss in pain. My lips loosen up which Slaiden quickly takes advantage of by shoving himself into my small mouth. I slightly gag reflexively but Slaiden keeps me in place. I can only fit half of his length in as I get accustomed to the thick appendage. I’m tempted to bite down on him but the fear of what he would do keeps me from doing so.

“Well…” Slaiden growls impatiently, wanting me to start.

I just look up at him the best I can with his hand in my hair. “I’ve never done this before, jerk!” I yell silently, hoping that he gets my meaning behind my eyes.

A smirk forms on Slaiden’s perfect lips as he studies me. “Right, you’re still so innocent when it comes to pleasing a male. Well now you will learn. Take your tongue and stroke me with it.”

With no other options, I do as I’m told. I lightly take my tongue and slowly run it under his length. Slaiden closes his eyes and gives a small purr like sound in pleasure. Seeing that he likes that, I do it again. Getting a bit bolder, I swirl my tongue around the warm flesh. Slaiden gives another soft growl in pleasure and brings me closer, forcing me to take more of him in to point where I almost gag again as it hits the back of my throat. I lick his length a few more times, keeping my eyes closed in hopes of blocking out my actions.

“Now suck.” Slaiden softly growls out in pleasure.

Once again I obey. I suck on his pulsing member as it grows even harder in my mouth. Pleased with the way my tiny mouth is teasing him, Slaiden starts thrusting his hips to meet my bobbing head. He thrusts his length along my tongue, letting my teeth lightly graze him. His thrusts get harder, rougher, as he picks up speed. He forces me to keep up, sucking his head hard to create a pleasurable sensation for him. He releases another growl in pleasure but louder and deeper then the last signifying his need for release. I instantly tense at the thought but there is nothing I can do to prevent it. In a sudden burst, Slaiden’s warm seed fills my mouth hitting the back of my throat. The bitter, salty taste coats my tongue as Slaiden slowly pulls out as he finishes unloading himself. With a feint popping sound, Slaiden’s thick flesh leaves my lips.

“Swallow.” He orders.

I have the strong urge to spit it out but I comply and swallow it all. Every last bit. The bitter taste lingers in my mouth as I reopen my eyes to look up at him. Slaiden has a satisfied look on his face where as mine is one of disgust, not that Slaiden completely cares though. He’s not in the mood to pleasure me, just ‘punish’ me as he so nicely put it.

“Very good, you can be obedient like a good little pet.” Slaiden says with a dark smirk.

“He did not just relate me to a pet!” My mind screams as anger builds up inside me. Not wanting to let him get away with that I let out my thoughts. “I. Am. Not. A. Pet!”

“No? Would slave feel more appropriate?” Slaiden jokes, enjoying my rising anger.

“NO!”

“Too bad. I still have a punishment to give out.” Slaiden flashes his fangs threateningly as he says this.

My anger quickly evaporates to have fear take its place. I know what is coming and I’m not going to like it. Sure my body might since it’s betrayed me every time but my conscious won’t. Then again, my body might not even since I have a feeling that Slaiden isn’t going to be gentle with me. Sensing my fear, Slaiden gold eyes flash with anticipation. Without another word he lunges forward and I find myself facing the other direction and on all fours like some sort of animal with Slaiden kneeling behind me. I’m confused for a second but as soon as I feel my thighs being pushed apart to widen my stance I realize what his intent is. “He’s going to…no! That’s so degrading! I’m not a damn dog!” I’m freaking out now and try to crawl away but Slaiden grabs me by the hips and pulls me back.

“No! Not like that!” I yell out as I struggle.

*SMACK*

I freeze as a stinging pain sears through my body. Slaiden has just spanked me on the butt. Hard. I bite my lip to not let out the whimper trying to slip out.

“Tsk, tsk, take your punishment like a good girl, Harley. You might even come to like it rough.” says the smooth voice of the demon behind me.

I glance over my shoulder as I feel him grab onto my hips more firmly. I know I can’t stop him but I give him a pleading look anyway no matter how much it hurts my pride to do so. While I don’t apologize for my actions against him, I try to look as submissive as possible to him without looking beaten. He doesn’t want an apology anyway. He just wants to get even, to put me down for getting the best of him.

“You can look that way all you want but we both know that fire is still burning inside you. One day you’ll break but not today even though you will scream and moan for me.” Slaiden says in a confident tone as he takes his right hand to go between my legs, racking his claws through my curls, playing with my clit.

I instantly gasp at the sensation. The feel of his fingers instantly heat up my core, forming a warm knot of pleasure. His fingers tease my lower lips, taunting me to release my juices for him. While I don’t even want him touching me, I at least feel a small tinge of relief to know he won’t take me dry. I’m really thankful now that I didn’t bite him since that might’ve been the case. I instantly arch my back at the feel of his finger pinching my nub. I bite my lip hard, not wanting to moan for him like I have in the past. But like expected my body betrays me and Slaiden gets the satisfaction of my cum leaking onto his hand, completely out of my control. I then feel his hand leave my bundle of nerves, letting the cool air hit my tender flesh. I look once more over my shoulder to see Slaiden lick his fingers clean, staring at me the whole time. I give him a glare, showing him that I’m not the submissive pet that he says I am. He just gives me a devilish smirk and reaches down to his now hard member. He says familiar yet strange words and the glowing of his hand around his manhood tells me that he doesn’t plan on impregnating me. Slaiden then pulls me closer and positions himself at my wet entrance. I look away and focus on the tree a foot away from me, wanting to brace myself.

But what little focus I had is quickly broken when Slaiden slams into me. He penetrates me as far as he can, burying himself into my tight hole. I gasp as the intrusion. It hurts for a few seconds as Slaiden immediately starts pumping, not giving me any time to adjust. He thrusts hard and fast, his sack slamming against my thighs. His claws grip into my sides, slightly breaking skin. I hiss at the pain as he slams into me. My backside is already getting sore from the roughness of his actions. Slaiden growls in pleasure, enjoying the tightness of me around him. He leans further over me and the added weight makes me collapses my arms to rest on my forearms. I try to keep my face up as he pushes me closer to the ground with each thrust.

I try to let my body relax to take the abuse easier. Soon I feel myself heating up, pleasure starting to seep into me. I shake as it comes, not wanting to fully accept it even though it’s a losing battle. Knowing that I’m resisting him, Slaiden picks up that pace. It’s almost at inhuman speed. My body can’t handle it and releases it’s built up intensity. The wave rushes through me, sending pleasure to every point in my body. My muscles tighten and clamp down onto him. My juices flow surrounding him inside me. A soft moan escapes me as I rock back and forth on the dirt covered earth. Slaiden takes one hand off of my hip to grab onto my hair. He pulls me closer to his leaning figure and nips at my ear.

“Moan for me. Tell me who you belong to.” He orders huskily.

Another moan and a few groans of both pleasure and pain is released as he slams into me again, each thrust creating more intense sensations that send my nerves into overdrive. I can feel my legs and arms becoming raw as Slaiden pounds into me, his skin rubbing against mine. My breasts dangle freely as they bounce with each powerful thrust, sometimes rubbing into the ground. My cum starts to run down my thighs as another orgasm hits me. He growls again as his claws dig into my hip, small trickles of blood slide down my skin onto the awaiting ground. I convulse with each burning white wave of pleasure from the demon inside me. By the fourth orgasm, my sore body is ready to collapse. The hard pumps bring both pain and pleasure which my tight canal can’t take much more of.

Slaiden speeds up, an action that I didn’t even think was possible. We must be quite the sight, a small young woman on all fours being taken by a demon, wings and all on the forest floor. Once more he demands me to say his name, his dominating nature craving submission. I can feel his member swelling, preparing to release inside of me. I groan again as I’m pushed deeper into the stick littered cold dirt. Slaiden’s hold on my hair tightens as he gets closer to his own climax. I yell out in pain as my neck is jerked back harshly.

“Who do you belong to! Tell me!” he demands one final time.

“Slaiden!” I yell as I feel his seed rush into me, the hot liquid filling me.

Slaiden growls animalistic-like as my walls milk him for every drop. I give in and collapse as he rides out his orgasm. He releases my hair, allowing me to drop my head into the inviting hard ground. He stays inside me as our bodily juices drip down my tired and sore thighs. He gives a sigh in satisfaction as I try to still my heavy breathing. He runs a clawed hand down my exposed back, leaving a shiver in its wake to run down my spine. “It appears that you can withstand more than I thought. Next time I won’t hold back as much.”

“That was holding back? I won’t be able to walk straight for a week!” I think irritably as I feel him slide out of me. I just groan in exhaustion, too tired to even voice my opinion. He laughs at my expense, clearly in a better mood now that he got his sex. He turns me over with little protest and surveys my haggard form. I’m covered in dirt and water with small scratches everywhere. He leans over me and licks at my bleeding sides. I avert my eyes, looking at a nearby leaf as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Once he finishes at my hips he moves to my thighs and licks up my body’s honey mixed with his. I shiver at the feel of his wet tongue. Soon he finishes and steps away from me. I sit up and finally look at him, covering my now cold body. He smirks as he picks up his pants.

“As delicious as always.” He says licking his lips as he pulls on his still damp pants.

“Enjoy it while you can because it won’t last.” I say venomously, getting over my earlier sense of pleasure.

Slaiden just flashes his fangs at me as his wings disappear so he can pull on his shirt. Followed by his sash, his wings appear again and he stretches them a bit. I get up as well and grab my capris, the only bit of my clothing not destroyed to shreds. Before I can put them on though, Slaiden is before me. He captures me in a dominating kiss, nipping at my lips. He draws blood and laps it up hungrily. I try to pull away but he sucks on my bottom lip until each tiny drop is gone. Satisfied, he releases me and steps back. I just glare at him as I pull on my jeans, welcoming the comfortable fabric despite the sorness of my muscles.

“I hope you learned not to cross me again. I don’t like causing harm to something as enticing as you.” Slaiden says with dark smirk.

“Don’t tell me that. We both know that you love my defiance and being able to fight me. You would’ve killed me a long time ago if you didn’t.” I say with edge, knowing I’m right.

“Perceptive, another good quality.” He says, vaguely confirming that I’m correct without actually having to admit it.

I just huff in annoyance and cover my arms, silently telling him that we are done here.

“As your final punishment, you will have to find your own way home. Perhaps the detective will show up to help you out if you are lucky. Let that show you both not to cross me again.” Slaiden says as he pulls me into his hard body again.

“Wait, Gavin’s alive?!” I ask with new found hope.

“He might be. Until we meet again, little girl.” With yet another vague answer he nips my ear and takes to the sky.

I watch as his form disappears into the night, fuming for being left here in the middle of the outskirts of town with not even a top to cover my front. I curse his name a few times as I search for my cell to call Gavin if he is still alive. Finding it by a few large rocks, I try to call him. I wait after three rings but it goes right to voice mail. I don’t bother leaving a message since he will see that I called. I collect the remains of my shirt and underwear and hug them to my chest as I walk back to the main road where Phil’s and the motorcyclist’s bodies remain. It's a short walk but painfull for me none the less.

When I get to the destroyed road I pass Phil and go to his car in search for a jacket or hoodie. Anything to cover my exposed torso in. “Jackpot!” I think thankfully as I find a Tiger’s hoodie discarded in the back seat. I pull it on and stuff my ruined clothing in the large front pocket. Not wanting to be near either of the bodies, I go sit near the tree across the street that I was thrown into not too long ago. I look over at Phil’s still form and think back to our earlier conversation in the car about what could’ve been the reason for his death. He said the only really bad thing he had done…well almost done, was assault Tina. But it just didn’t make sense on how Slaiden’s summoner would know about that.

“How could he have known? The only ones who knew about it was me, Tina and Jeff…..No one else was told and I doubt Phil would say anything to anyone about it. I know it can’t be Tina, that’s crazy and besides the summoner is a guy…and it’s not Jeff…is it?.....could it? No…no, that’s ridiculous…..or is it? Jeff was mad about it…No, no, don’t think that Harley, it’s not Jeff. Him and Slaiden? No way. Absolutely no way…..I think…”

“…….Jeff?”


~`~`~`~`~` ( Author Notes ) `~`~`~`~`~

Wow, what a long and exciting chapter! I just couldn’t stop after I got over a few bumps along the way. This chapter was a bit more dark then Harley and Slaiden’s other interactions but remember Slaiden was very pissed off to be humiliated by humans so he needed to show her who she was messing with. He can be cruel but he is a demon. And Harley finally suspects Jeff. With one more name on the list, things are finally falling into place. And Slaiden can hardly wait! ;)

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