Page 64 of What Lies Beyond the Realms

“I haven’t seen one in years. It’s a type of demon, conjured by—I can only guess, Samael.” Nyx starts walking back toward the main room of the bunker, unstrapping his sword and removing his sullied clothes.

“Why would Samael conjure such a demon? What do they do?”

His clothes are covered in black splatters of blood that smell like rotting flesh, causing my nose to wrinkle. He ties them in a bag, tossing them into a crate on the other side of the room.

“Monstrauths are hunters. I can only assume he has them searching for you or me or anything else he may want. The sound it was making, it was calling more to it. I got rid of all the evidence and covered our tracks, but we should probably lie low for a few hours, remain in the bunker until nightfall. Monstrauths have terrible vision at night, and it could give us the upper hand if we run into more of them on our way to Aidan’s village,” Nyx says while slipping on a clean tunic and shorts.

“Well, that’s disturbing. Samael has to be working with some really dark magic to be conjuring up demons like that. No way would that be in his family’s grimoire. I’ve seen him do some pretty bad stuff, but I’ve never seen him do something like this,” I say. It’s possible it’d be in mine though, but I don’t say that out loud. I don’t want to accept that such a demon would come from something he found in the Moon Grimoire, from one of my dark ancestors.

“You have to be freezing. Let me help you get cleaned up.” Nyx moves, looking me over closely for injuries and bending down to run his hands along my legs and feet.

“I’m okay, really. Those things never touched me. What were you doing outside anyways?” I ask while following Nyx into the bathroom hidden behind a stack of crates.

“I could hear them moving around above us. I could sense it was something evil. I didn’t know it’d be a demon, but I had to check to be sure. I’m sorry I didn’t want to worry you by waking you up.”

“Well, I was worried. Please wake me next time.”

“Okay, I will.” Nyx places a kiss to the top of my head then starts to fill a bucket with water and fetch a towel and bar of soap for us. We both wash our hands and faces. The fresh lemon scent of the soap is a welcome smell after that rotting stench wafting off the Monstrauths. Nyx leaves the bathroom after I tell him I need a couple minutes to finish cleaning up.

I undo my braid and let my hair fall down my back in a mess of waves. I clean my mouth and pinch my cheeks. I think I’m ready to sleep with Nyx. There’s really no reason to keep him waiting. I don’t think he’s only after sex, because if that was the case he could get sex from anyone. He’s a king after all. I don’t want to deny myself anymore. I want him more than I’ve wanted anything. Gods, especially after watching him fight. I stare at myself in the mirror wishing I had something sexy to wear instead of an oversized tunic. I pinch my cheeks one last time until they turn light pink, then I push my hair behind my back and head out of the bathroom.

Nyx is lying in bed watching me. The orb is dim, and the lighting should be forgiving. At least that’s what I tell myself as I take off the tunic and let it fall to the ground, pooling at my feet. Nyx just watches me silently, a slight glow in his gray eyes. Once I’m completely nude in front of him, I stand there for a moment and watch him. His eyes slowly travel my body and seem to glow slightly brighter as he lingers over certain areas.

He stands, coming in front of me. I tug at his shirt, and he pulls it off, dropping it to the floor. I run my hands slowly across his chest and stomach, tracing the bulge of his muscles. He still has shorts on, but I can see his arousal pressed against them, ready to be released. I place my hand on his cock and rub against it over his shorts.

“What are you doing, Lyra?” he says in a seductive whisper.

“I want you,” I whisper back in a breathy tone.

He doesn’t question me. He pushes his shorts off revealing his swollen cock. I wrap my hand around the thickness, slightly stroking it.

“Fuck,” he gasps before picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

He gently places me on my back and crawls on top of me. His lips find mine. He kisses me gently. His tongue twists and tangles with mine, and his hand comes up to my jaw, deepening the kiss. My core is hot, and it feels damp between my thighs. All I can think about is wanting to feel him inside me.

He continues kissing me until finally he pulls away and takes a breath. He slowly trails kisses down my neck and sucks on my skin, gently pressing it with his teeth. I moan, and my body arches against him, asking for him to enter me. He continues moving down my body, pausing over the tiny white scars on my chest where Samael’s snake bit me. His eyes look up to me for a second, and I don’t know what I see in them. Passion, maybe anger, either way it's the flash of a fierce animalistic look that causes my breath to catch. He kisses my scar and begins caressing my left breast with his hand while sucking on the right one. His tongue twirls around my nipple, and his teeth graze my perked flesh, causing my thighs to dampen further with excitement.

I don’t know how he makes my body respond to him this way. I feel a deep need inside of me. I need him to fill me. I want to be as close to him as I possibly can. He moves slowly across my body like he’s studying it, taking it in for the first time. He nibbles and kisses my stomach before settling between my legs and pressing his tongue to my center. I buck up at him and squirm under his touch. He steadies me with one arm and uses the other to press a finger inside of me.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he whispers before licking me again. He moves his finger in and out while he twirls his tongue around my clit until this pressure inside me builds, and I feel like I’m going to explode.

I moan and sigh and push my hips up against his hand and mouth, wanting more, wanting release.

“Not yet,” he whispers, pulling his mouth away and looking up at me. He slowly eases his finger out, and his mouth finds mine again. I can taste the salty sweetness of my sex on his tongue. I feel him press at my center, and I reach down to grasp him, stroking slightly. He makes a guttural sound into my mouth at the contact. Our kiss isn’t gentle this time. It's sloppy and wet. Teeth hit together slightly. We are both about to tip over the edge with anticipation. Suddenly he stops, pulling away from me and finding my eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” I tell him, lifting my hips in answer.

“Thank fuck.” His voice comes out hoarse.

I move my hands around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him back to my mouth. He kisses me, deep and demanding. He slows when I feel his tip press inside of me slightly. He moves his head back, placing a hand at my jaw so my eyes focus on his. He runs a thumb over my bottom lip and I open my mouth, pulling his finger in and sucking hard. His eyes are glowing full of passion. He holds my gaze as he slowly pushes into me as far as he will go then stops. My breath catches, and my body stretches. He gives me a moment to adjust to him inside me, all while not taking his eyes off mine. Just when I think I can’t take it any further, he slowly eases the rest of the way inside me, and I suck in a quick breath at the feeling. He’s huge, and my body goes tense for a minute at the slight sting of pain. Then my body relaxes and starts to enjoy the fullness of him.

“Are you okay?” he asks while not taking his eyes off mine.

“Yes,” I say, breathless.

I move my hips a bit, letting him know I’m ready and wanting him to take me. I tug on his neck with my hands until he comes down to find my lips. He kisses me softly then starts moving inside of me, slow and gentle, eliciting all sorts of pleasurable feelings. I had no idea sex could feel this way.