0 comments/ 6696 views/ 6 favorites The Vengeance Demon Ch. 01 By: Magnetismic All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without the written permission from the author, except where permitted by law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. ***** "Ahh! Oh, my god!" the naked male scrambled to fight his way out of the restraints. It was a feeble attempt, and mediocre at best. His feet were slowly disintegrating, only stumps where his toes were a short time ago. The woman smiled down at him. I love going back to the classics, she thought as she watched the male trying to squirm free. She liked starting with the feet when given a choice. The male experiences the most pain and has to watch his body literally melt away. When a client wishes simply for a painful death, she can't help but revert to this old standard. "What's happening to me? Who are you?" The pain he was experiencing was evident as he spoke. "Ahh! My feet! What the hell is happening?" The curse had finished his feet and was continuing up his bare legs. The male stared up at her in terror. She ignored him and looked down at her phone. Great, this is taking longer than I thought. She looked back at her target and saw it would be at least ten minutes before her work would be done, so she knew what she had to do. She bent down and whispered, "Laed Hizaln." She hated that incantation. It always took the fun out of the job but she was desperate. The male kept screaming but the silencing curse was working like a charm. She smiled at her joke. I'll have to remember that for the next holiday party. She unlocked her phone, clicked Recent, and called the first number. After one ring, a man answered, "Hey, Raan. You running late?" "How did you know?" Raan laughed. Funny how well he knows me after just a short time. "I can be there in like thirty minutes. Will that work?" "What if I just pack up the food and head to your place in about an hour?" "That'll be perfect, Holden. Honestly, an hour will be better anyway. Is that really ok?" Raan smiled and looked down at the filthy male. His knees would be the next to go. The pools of goo were starting to reek and he looked like he might pass out soon. She needed to make sure that didn't happen. "Works for me. Spaghetti is an easy reheat. I'll see you then." "Ok, bye." Raan hung up the phone and looked down at the now footless male. "Why couldn't you be more like Holden? Hmm? He's a good guy and good guys don't end up as puddles!" She kicked his torso. "Are you listening? Oh, yeah." She laughed as she undid the silencing curse. The screams were only moans now. Pity. She had to pause the punishment, otherwise he'd be unconscious very soon. "Raijee Yald." The melting ceased and, along with it, the pain. "There. Now, what were you saying?" She watched him gather what was left of his energy as he spoke. "What's happening? Who the hell are you? Please, I'll give you anything! Just stop!" the desperate male was panicking as he stared at her, then at what was left of his legs, then back to Raan. "What do you want?" "Good question. What does any woman want, Matthew? How about-" "Just tell me, bitch! I have money! Anything you want, just stop!" I love when they call me names, like that'll change their fate. "Oh, Matthew. How colorful your language is. A gentleman would use different vocabulary, but not you." "Why do you keep saying my name? Who are you? What are you doing to me?" Raan loved this part. Why does giving reason to the male always make her feel like she's in the last five minutes of a Law and Order episode? "I am no one. No one to you, that is. Just like your wife. She-" She watched the pathetic male start pulling on his restraints as he interrupted her. "My wife? What did you do to her? I'll kill you if you-" "If I what? Fucked her best friend? Would you kill someone who did that?" "What the fu-" "I would." Raan grinned as she saw the understanding wash over him.. "Was it worth it?" Before the male could answer, she spoke the silencing curse again. As he mouthed a plea for his life, she spoke the words to continue his ill fate. Nothing short of what he deserved. Raan knew it wouldn't be long as she watched the curse travel up the remainder of his pasty, thin legs, right to his unfaithfulness. ******* Raan made it home minutes before she expected Holden, leaving little time to ready herself. Work had been smellier than normal since some adulterous goo had gushed onto her shoe, so she hoped she'd have time for a shower. Oh well. She'd have to do her best. After the normal cleanup routine, she could still smell that human mush odor. Raan removed her black pumps, bagged them, and threw them in the back of the hall closet. She ran down the hall to her bedroom and grabbed another pair. The third date had enough presumption without opening the door partially undressed. Raan heard the doorbell from the other room. No time to change. She grabbed a brush from the dresser and ran it hastily through her long, dark hair. She took one quick look in the mirror and smiled. She always loved the way she looked. Tall, thin and just pretty enough. Raan never left a man dead at the sight of her, but she rarely left a room without being noticed either. Her tight gray jeans hugged her hips nicely and ample cleavage was peeking out the top of her gray, peasant top. Nodding at her reflection with approval, she turned from the mirror and headed into the hall and to the door. "It's me," a familiar voice from the other side said. She quickly unlocked and opened the door. "Hey. I left the downstairs door unlocked again, hmm?" "Yep. I locked it behind me. Don't girls worry about that kind of thing?" Holden shrugged, holding up two bags as he motioned to come in. His short hair was parted to one side and she could tell he had spent some time on it. "Shall we?" Raan moved aside as Holden smiled and headed toward the kitchen. He has to know how attractive he is, but he doesn't show it. She really liked that about him. He was taller than Raan, only slightly, and his hard arms looked like he had worked out moments before she opened the door. He had a beautiful face, a strange word to describe a man, but it had such perfect proportions that she often wondered if he were intended a girl, but it had been changed at the last second. She watched him walk as he made his way through her place. He had only been there once before, just to wait as she got ready for a date, but he seemed to know his way around. She turned to shut the door before following. "So, how was work?" Holden was pulling out containers of food when she got to the kitchen door. "Rough night?" He opened a large container and headed to the microwave. "Kind of, actually. Hopefully I won't be called out again." Raan didn't like answering questions about work, but she tried not to let it show. She told everyone she worked as an on-call nurse, giving her an easy excuse to go to work at a moment's notice. Her clients rarely had requests that weren't time-sensitive. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." "I'm not worried about it. Work is important." He hit the two minute button on the microwave and turned. "Do you want salad first?" Holden held up a container. "Not really." Raan walked over to the counter next to him and looked at the contents. "No, thanks." "Me neither." Holden walked to the fridge and put the salad inside before turning back to Raan. "Oh, well. Thought I should bring it, just in case." "I may have some later, I don't know." Raan moved to the silverware drawer to the left of the sink, grabbed two forks, then pulled down two plates from the cabinet next to the stove. She walked them back to the counter and looked in the remaining bag. "What else did you bring?" The microwave beeped and Holden brought the spaghetti to the counter. "Dessert and a few movies." Holden began scooping some spaghetti onto a plate then scooted it toward Raan. "I like dessert." Raan smiled as she put some spaghetti on her plate then closed the container. "Good. Me too." Holden leaned in to kiss her as he spoke. He lingered on her bottom lip for a moment, sucking it gently before pulling back. He then grabbed the movies from the bag and started walking around the counter. "Living room?" "Sure." Raan grabbed her plate and followed him to the next room. They sat next to each other on the couch and started eating. Raan felt Holden push himself closer to her. He put his plate on the coffee table and turned to her. "What's your tattoo mean?" He nodded toward her wrist. "Do you get tired of people asking if it hurt?" He asked, as he grabbed her plate and sat it on the table, pulling her arm to him for a closer look. The butterflies in Raan's stomach matched the tingling below her waist as she felt his touch on her bare skin. "It hurt a lot and it's just a symbol. It's something the other girls that I work with have too." Raan didn't want to go into details. She couldn't get her mind to focus on anything but Holden's touch. "Something to do with your job?" Holden said as he rubbed his thumb along the mark on Raan's wrist. "When did you get it?" Raan felt goosebumps as he stroked her arm, thinking of how she would stroke his shaft very soon. "Not really. It's just a tattoo that we all have. I've had it for a long time and it's a constant reminder of the choices I've made." Holden let go of her wrist and looked at her. "What do you mean? Choosing nursing for a career?" He paused and grinned slightly before speaking again. "Or is it something to do with a guy?" "Isn't everything?" Raan smiled and looked down at her wrist. "Yeah, it's lame but it started with a guy. So, it isn't as much about what I do and more about what I've done." "Or who." Holden smiled. "Right." Raan shrugged at him. "It isn't something I'm proud of so it's unfortunate, to say the least, that it's on my wrist." Holden looked back to the coffee table, reached for his plate and took another bite. Raan followed his lead and grabbed her food. She ate a few bites before putting her plate down again. She got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" She asked without turning. "Sure." "Ok." Raan said from the kitchen as she grabbed two glasses from the wine rack before picking one of her favorite brands of wine. She walked them back to the coffee table then sat down next to him. "Where can I get a bottle opener?" Holden scooted the bottle of wine closer to him before standing. Raan pulled his arm and motioned for him to sit back down. "I have one," she said as she laughed and turned to the end table. She opened the drawer and pulled it out. "I tend to need it in here." "Entertaining a lot of guests?" Holden asked as he exaggerated a frown then laughed. "None of my business." Holden put his plate on the table then grabbed the wine bottle. "May I?" He said as he held out his free hand. Raan dropped the bottle opener into his hand and watched as he started to free the cork. When he finished, he looked up at her and she smiled. "I don't have that many guests... Too busy with work, as you know." Holden laughed and placed the cork on the table in front of him. He then handed a glass to Raan and held one for himself. He poured hers until she motioned to stop, poured his own, then set the bottle of wine down before leaning back on the couch. "You do work a lot." "That I do." Raan took a sip of wine and pressed into the couch. "So, where are your tattoos?" She looked him up and down, as if really searching. I'll see them soon enough. "Do you have any?" "I don't. I haven't really found anything worth keeping around for that long." He shrugged. "Besides, I wouldn't want to cover up any part of this body." Raan laughed as she watched him motion over his body, nodding. "Right." She smiled and shook her head as she took another sip of wine. "Works of art can't be defaced." "Hey, you said it. Not me." Holden smiled and nodded before sipping his wine. "I can flex for you, if you want." "Maybe later." Raan grabbed the wine bottle and poured some more. "So, why did you choose IT?" "It's easy. Computers just make sense to me, and there's always a need for it. Just like you with nursing. It'll always be around so you'll never be out of work." So will smiting, Raan thought glumly. If only he knew how long I've been doing this. "Job security is important, I guess. Do you like it?" "Sure. It's fine, nothing super exciting but still good. I don't have to see a ton of people, just machines. So, it's better than it could be!" Raan watched Holden pour himself more wine before he continued. "My turn. What's the story behind your name?" Raan froze. She tried not to let the uneasiness show, but she could tell he noticed. She didn't want to tell him about her name because it wasn't really her name. Hell, I don't remember my real name. She began her life as a demon with this name, leaving her human name and human life in her past. "It's kind of a long story." "Ok..." Holden said then hesitantly continued, "Well, why didn't your parents spell it with an 'I'? You pronounce it like the weather but it isn't spelled that way." "Yeah, it had nothing to do with the weather really." Raan didn't want to lie to him, but knew there was no other choice. And like the rest of her kind, she was a great liar, so she thought of a story quickly and said, "My dad came up with it. He wanted to name me after his great grandma, RayAnn, but he didn't really like that. So, he went with a shorter version, I guess." "Well, that's cool. It's fun to be named after someone in your family." Holden took another drink then sat his glass on the table. "Yeah. And where does your name come from?" Raan smiled and set her glass on the table too. She wondered if she would ever be able to trust someone enough to tell them the truth about herself. Or if it would just put them in danger. Majken would never allow me to be happy. Not with a human, at least. Raan knew they were taught that males did not bring happiness, so claiming to have that with one would be a laughable offense. "My grandpa. No changes there. They wanted me to have his name since I wasn't able to meet him. He passed when my dad was young and he always knew he'd want to name his kid that." Holden smiled and moved closer to her. "Any other questions?" Raan smiled and closed her eyes as Holden leaned in to kiss her. She felt his tongue split her lips and she began to lose herself in the embrace. They hadn't kissed like this before and she'd been longing for him to make his move since the day they had met. He pushed himself on top of her as they repositioned onto the couch. Raan felt his bulge as Holden slowly thrust himself against her while they kissed. He moved his hand up her shirt and under her bra to feel her bare breast as he continued the motion. She positioned her hands between them and unzipped his pants, pushing her right hand through his boxers and finding his dick. Holden pulled himself up a little, allowing Raan to pull his hardness out and stroke him as she listened to him moan through their kiss. When Holden moved his mouth back from hers, she knew they both wanted the same thing. She pushed him off of her and he let her, falling back to a lying position on the other side of the couch. Raan pushed herself down and let her mouth engulf his dick as she moved her right hand to massage his balls. She pulled her mouth up until the tip was on her lips, then pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. Raan slowly moved her head back and forth, keeping Holden's dick as close to the back of her throat as possible. She listened to him sigh as she pushed him in and out of her mouth, rubbing and squeezing his balls simultaneously. She could feel him push himself upward as he gently held the back of her head and she knew he was getting close. As she slowly moved her lips back up to the tip and off his dick, kissing the head in one smooth motion, a familiar pain started throbbing in her wrist. Not now, dammit. She tried to ignore it and pushed her mouth back down his shaft, as he moaned once more. Holden eased her off of him and pushed her to the opposite side of the couch before unbuttoning her pants. As he started pulling her pants down, the pain had escalated to a point where she had to stop. Fuck. She held her pants where they were and Holden looked up at her, confused at the sudden hesitation. She gently pushed him back then moved to a sitting position. She immediately pressed her right thumb into her wrist and after a few moments, the pain stopped. She quickly grabbed her phone from her pocket to use as an excuse. "Something wrong?" Holden asked moving to a sitting position as well, obviously annoyed by the interruption. He motioned to her phone as Raan watched his hardness start to fade. "Yeah, I'm sorry." Raan looked at her phone, pressing the screen as if she was really checking. She didn't want to go now, she really didn't want to go. But, she didn't know what would happen to her if she ignored it. She was terrified of what that choice would bring. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I have to go back to work." "Right now?" Holden asked. He pushed his member back into his pants and zipped them closed. "Wow. Well, what can you do?" Raan looked back at her phone. There was no reason to look at it, the summons was through her mark, not the phone. Maybe it was habit or maybe it was that she didn't want to look at Holden after stopping so suddenly. "I'm really sorry, Holden. I have to go though." She started toward him and stopped as she watched him pick up the few dishes they had used. "It's ok. I just wish they'd give you... and me... a break," Holden said without looking at her. He walked the dishes to the kitchen and Raan heard him set them in the sink. She followed him and grabbed her purse from the counter. "I didn't think they'd need me again tonight, Holden." "No worries. I wish they could have waited an hour though," Holden said as he turned around to face her. "I had a few more things in mind for tonight." "Me too." "Will you be there long?" "It may be the rest of the night, honestly. Can we try again tomorrow?" Raan asked. Hopefully Majken didn't fuck this up for me, Raan thought as she looked at him. "I guess we'll continue this tomorrow then. I'll be here around 7?" Raan nodded as they walked to her door. "Get out of here so you can save a life." Or take one, Raan thought as she closed the door behind them. ******** Raan beeped her fob as she walked up to the small, rundown building. She walked through the revolving door and saw Marissa sitting at the front desk, which was the only furniture in the room. The reception area looked more like a hotel lobby then an entry to an on-call nursing agency, but it fulfilled its purpose. If anyone walked in from the street, Marissa could easily appear to be a homely receptionist who would graciously tell them they had the wrong building and send them on their way. "Hi, Raan." Marissa, short, round and plain, sat behind her desk at the end of the small room. "You're late." "Funny." Raan barely smiled at the pathetic attempt at humor as she moved straight to the elevator. Ugh, Marissa. She pushed the down arrow and waited, not sparing a glance at the girl. The Vengeance Demon Ch. 02 All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without the written permission from the author, except where permitted by law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. *** Raan shivered as her bare foot touched the cold bathroom floor. After retrieving her towel, she quickly moved back to the bathmat and began drying. As she hastily moved the towel over herself, Raan tried to push this afternoon's events from her mind. Her long shower had done well to clean off the smell of her encounter with Anni, but not the memory. She felt a tingle below her waist as she thought of Anni, her tongue and her pussy. She tasted so good, Raan thought, trying to push her lover from her mind. She wanted to focus on tonight's date with Holden, but the image of the unintentional, but unavoidable encounter was more than clouding her thoughts. She felt a shiver travel up her naked spine as the tingling became more intense. She closed her eyes and remembered how Anni had slid her tongue in her pussy with no request from Raan, besides her lying on the ground playing with herself. As she licked her, she remembered the first time they had fucked and how new and exciting it was for her. She had only been with men before, but started a relationship with Anni quickly after becoming a demon. The memory of her climax today, and the many others Anni had brought her to in years past, made her so wet that she quickly invited her fingers into her pussy. She dropped her towel and held onto the bathroom wall with her free hand, pleasuring her lower lips with the other. As she slid them in and out, she remembered how talented Anni was with her tongue. Of all the things she missed of their romance, that was definitely at the top of the list. Being in demon form heightened their sexuality greatly, and Raan remembered many nights in which Anni gave her multiple orgasms before she allowed her to reciprocate. Raan liked letting her take the lead and she loved how easy it was for Anni to assert her dominance again today. Her fingers were moving quickly now and Raan felt her body heat up with the new pace. As she built up to her peak, she leaned against the wall. Her moans got louder and she trembled as she came, holding onto the wall as she slid to the floor. She kept coming as she slowly fell to her back, stroking her clit with glee. Raan lost herself in the sensation, imagining the taste of pussy in her mouth and Anni's tongue in her slit. She slipped her fingers in and out, caressing her clit with the movement. She felt like the floor was vibrating with her sighs, her quivering body matching the motion. After the trembling settled and Raan finally pulled herself away from her ecstatic daydream, she heard a low thumping. Raan slipped her fingers out of herself and relaxed, her legs sprawled out in front of her. After a few moments, the knocking she thought she had imagined started up again. As her mind came back to the present, to Holden, she frantically pulled herself to a standing position and began washing her hands in the sink. After a few washes, the sweet smell of her wetness was mostly gone so she grabbed her towel from the floor. She dressed quickly, opened the bathroom door and made her way to the source of the knocking. She opened the door and saw Holden standing there. "Hey, sorry about that. Were you knocking long?" Holden, who looked more confused then annoyed, shrugged and said, "Not really. Just a few minutes. Were you... in the shower?" Raan saw a smug grin grow on his face as he said the last words. "Yeah, sorry. I was running late." She stepped aside and Holden made his way to the kitchen. "So, were you still planning on making dinner for us?" Holden said, setting a few bags on the counter before turning to face her. "I completely forgot. I can call and order something," Raan said reaching for her phone on the counter. "No need," Holden said as he took the phone from her grip, "I brought something, just as a backup." He motioned to the bags behind him and said, "I've never seen you without makeup, not to mention your hair disheveled. Very sexy." Raan walked toward him and smiled. "Maybe that was the intention." She laughed and leaned in like she wanted a kiss, then looked around him toward the bags. She heard him laugh a response as she picked up the food and walked it to the fridge. As she was setting them on a shelf, she asked, "What did you bring, anyway?" "Who cares?" Holden asked as she felt him push up against her back. Raan saw him shut the fridge door before he forcefully flipped her around, pushing her against it. Holden pulled Raan's hands above her head, causing immediate excitement where her fingers had just been, before rushing his mouth to hers. He slid his tongue into her mouth as she felt him move both of her wrists to one hand, his other hand moving freely over her tight body. He stopped on her breast, squeezing gently, before continuing down her hip. Raan moaned through their kiss as she pushed herself into him, encouraging him to explore further. Holden pushed his hand under her short dress, and she felt him move it up her inner thigh, stopping as he reached her slit. "You're so wet for me," Holden said, pausing their kiss briefly. Raan moaned in response, closing her eyes as he slipped his finger into her pussy. She pressed against his fingers as Holden pushed another into her, moving them up and down. Holden was an amazing kisser, dominating the movement, slowing down occasionally to suck on her lip or the tip of her tongue. Hope he can lick me with such skill, Raan thought as she grinded her hips down into his hand. When Holden stopped driving his fingers into her, Raan opened her eyes, seeing him smile before moving both his hands to her waist. He pulled her dress off before resuming their kiss, Raan pushed into his chest while Holden reached around to unsnap her bra. He pulled the bra away, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen, before moving his kiss to her breasts. He pulled the nipple of her right breast into his mouth, sucking it while massaging the other with his hand. He squeezed with both hands as he licked them, Raan's pussy tingling with the sensation. Raan reached down to Holden's waist and pulled at his shirt, Holden pausing his licking reluctantly to lift it over his head. He then picked her up by the waist and moved her to the counter, sitting her down before Raan saw his head move to her pussy. She lay back, briefly distracted by the counter's coolness on her bare skin before trembling with his insertion. His tongue pushed deep into her slit before flicking her clit and Raan grabbed his hair with approval. She heard Holden moan, the vibrations making her whole body quiver with pleasure. Before she neared her peak, she pulled his head up and he stepped back. She moved her eyes down his body as she watched him pull down his pants, revealing his large erection. He stroked himself before moving his fingers back inside her. Raan started to pull herself forward on the counter, wanting to put his hardness in her mouth like the night before, but Holden held her steady. He pulled his fingers out, stepped forward and shoved himself into her pussy, her head falling back with the pressure. She felt him rub a hand up her tight stomach then fondle her breasts as he thrust. Raan pushed herself back, enveloping his dick as he fucked her. Wanting to kiss him and taste herself, Raan lifted her back off the counter and Holden leaned down, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Raan pressed against him, Holden holding her back as he rammed deep into her. Raan felt him hold her tightly as he lifted her off the counter, moving her hips up and down on his dick. She held onto him as he moved them into the hallway, stopping with Raan against the wall. Raan cried out with pleasure as Holden fucker her harder, moving his hands back to her breasts before pulling himself out. Raan turned herself around and put her arms up on the wall, inviting Holden to enter her from behind. She felt his dick slide into her pussy before he grabbed her hair, thrusting into her as he licked up her spine. She pressed back, and Holden smacked her ass as he moved his dick in and out with more force. Holden moved his right hand to her pussy, playing with her as he thrust. Raan started to shake, her excitement pushing her close to her climax. Holden was fucking her faster now, his fingers stroking her clit as her moaning became more intense. Just as Raan started coming, she felt Holden grab her hips, giving her a few more thrusts, spraying inside of her. She shook against the wall and pressed into his dick, trembling as they both came. After a few moments, her body settled and she noticed Holden had stopped moving too, resting his hands on her sides. He pulled himself out of her and turned her around, pushing his tongue back into her mouth. They kissed as Holden pulled her to him, holding her tightly in the embrace. She was still hazy from coming but loved tasting herself on Holden's tongue. He is so good with that tongue, Raan thought as he sucked on her bottom lip. "It's so sexy knowing you can taste yourself," Holden said, before leaning in for another kiss. "I want to taste you again soon," Raan said, smiling as she reached down, lightly stroking his still-hard member. "I like that idea," Holden said, kissing her again. She watched him lean his head back while she played with him. "Me too," Raan said, as she moved her kiss down his body until she was resting on her knees. "I want to make up for last night." ------ Raan woke to a burning pain in her wrist. She pressed her thumb to the mark before turning to her left, reaching to the side table for her phone. She pressed the screen and saw it was almost seven. Raan shrugged and pulled the blanket back, using the cool air of the room to force herself from bed. She walked to her dresser and picked up the clothes she had set out, assuming she would be summoned soon. All weekend with Holden and no clients, Raan thought as she smiled and quickly dressed. As she was pulling on her heels, she received the knowledge that she was to meet with Majken within the hour. She walked to the kitchen, hurriedly grabbing her purse and coat. She had no idea how long this would take, but knew it was serious, since she had only been alone with him once that she remembered, when she had chosen to no longer live with the other demons. She pushed her arms through her coat, zipped up the front and swung the purse over her shoulder. She wanted to eat but wanted to get to the meeting more, not knowing how impatient he would become as he waited. Choosing to go without, Raan locked the apartment door behind her and walked down the stairs. She usually enjoyed the walk between her apartment and the office, but today was different. The looming meeting with Majken was troublesome, her uneasiness preventing her from enjoying the normalcy of the stroll. She quickly walked past the shops, occasionally making eye contact with strangers as they passed. Raan thought of Holden and their weekend together, he hadn't left until late Sunday night. They had spent the past few days fucking repeatedly with occasional breaks for eating and sleep. Raan's thoughts had rarely fallen on her work, her time with Holden easily distracting her from a worry that they would be interrupted. It was her first experience with a man in a long time and Holden did not leave her disappointed. She was excited to see him again, but didn't know when that would be. When she came to the empty parking lot of the small office building, she felt herself frown. She knew who was awaiting her but the reason for her summons was unclear. She knew there was no client involved and information for a smiting would have been pushed directly to her. This was different. Raan walked through the door with more fear of what would happen if she didn't show, than of what would come when she did. She nodded to Marissa before moving straight to the elevator, pushing the button and staring ahead. "Majken has been waiting," Marissa said from behind her desk. "I'm here now, thank you," Raan said as the elevator opened and she stepped inside. Raan started undressing, assuming she would need to be in her demon form to meet with him properly. After she had pressed her thumb into the compartment, the elevator descended and she spoke the words for her transformation. Raan felt strangely comforted by the sensation of her body molding itself while the elevator plummeted several feet a second. The mix of discomfort and dizziness made her feel almost drunk, like it was last call at a bar. A drink would be good right about now, Raan thought as she leaned on the handrail to keep from hitting her head, her height increasing with the completion of the spell. The door opened to the normal setup, kitchen area to the left and long hallway to the right. Raan grabbed her clothes and purse and walked them over to the nearest table before heading down the hall. The sunlight felt warm on her skin, lifting her mood slightly as she moved. She passed several doors and noticed none had clients behind them. Raan was disappointed, hoping for the distraction of experiencing what a client was feeling, but her anxiety stayed firm. She paused briefly before reaching the door at the end of the hall. Closing her eyes, Raan focused her attention on steadying her emotions. Just talking, that's all. Nothing else will happen in that room. She opened her eyes, staring at the door for a moment before it opened. "Raan, come in," a voice called to her. As Raan stepped inside, she felt herself being seamlessly transported to another dimension. Her mood was immediately altered, the calmness she had tried to maintain disappeared and a sinking feeling of despair filled the void. She knew this place from once before, when she met with Majken about her choice to live with the humans. That encounter had ended with him offering his reluctant blessing, so she hoped whatever he wanted now would stray little from that outcome. As she pushed herself forward, she saw Majken standing several yards ahead, his huge arms crossed over his chest. When Raan was only a few feet away, she bowed her head before looking directly at him. "Welcome," Majken said, looking past Raan like she has done to so many clients, "Do you know why you are here?" "Because you summoned me, Majken," Raan said submissively, bowing her head as she spoke. "Yes," he said. Raan looked up, thinking she had heard a snicker with the word, but his face was as stern as usual. "You are here to learn the extent of your duties as Jayna's guide. Do you remember your own?" Raan nodded, "Anni." Hearing the name spoken aloud made her body shiver with anticipation. Being in her demon form, it was difficult to turn off her sexual desires and the thought of that tongue made Raan's body ache for her. "Anni. And do you remember her obligations to you, her student?" Raan fought the urge to touch herself as she thought back to their time together. She remembered learning from Anni, about vengeance, life and her body. She knew vengeance demons were encouraged to be intimate with each other, but she had never seen another couple share a bed like her and Anni. The other demons had sex with each other, sometimes even all of them at once, but she and Anni knew only each other's touch. She always appreciated that. Although their teacher-student relationship had almost immediately grown to partners in flesh, their connection seemed deeper than the others and they stayed together for a long time. When she chose to leave, she grieved the loss of their love for several months. Living as a human made her less in touch with her sexual desires though and eventually she felt nothing for Anni's memory. The love she thought they had was lost in the memory of the drive she once had for her touch. The few times Raan had seen Anni since, she had found her tiresome, the skill of her tongue no longer outweighing her irritating personality. "Looks like you do," Majken's voice brought her back to the present, a smile briefly showing on his face. "Yes, I do," Raan said, trying to hide her arousal, and keeping her hands firmly at her sides. "Anni taught me how to manipulate clients, carry out their wishes and perform collections." "Among other things, Raan. And you will act as the same for Jayna. A tutor, a guide to be an effective vengeance demon. You will coach her, emotionally and physically," Majken heavily emphasized the last word. "Do you understand, Raan?" Raan hoped she was reading into his words. Physically? She tried to keep from cringing at the idea, even though she did enjoy being with a woman. She just didn't want to fall back into old habits. No matter how attractive Jayna was, the girl was still a demon. And the last demon she had been with was obviously not honest with her. Anni was only following orders? The realization of her and Anni's sham relationship was almost worse than what this assignment would bring. What about Holden? I'm not ready to lose him, Raan thought, only now aware of how much she cared for him. Will I have to give up my human life? To once again live in Orten, to no longer have the life she had created, was not a reality she thought she could endure. "Raan!" Majken's voice was clearly annoyed as he snapped Raan from her thoughts again. "Majken, I..." "Do you understand your duties as Jayna's guide?" Majken asked. "I... Physically?" Raan asked, trying to hide the anxiety she felt for the answer. The mood granted to her by the plane was making her thoughts harder to deal with than normal. "Yes, there are many things you must teach her. Like Anni did for you, you will treat her as your student in every aspect of your life, including your bed," Majken said, moving his arms to his sides as he spoke, "You will treat her as your beloved. She must not only want but need your touch and you will make her feel like she is your only lover." With his last sentence, Raan wondered if Anni had been with others and just made her feel like the only one. She no longer felt affection toward Anni but this made her somehow feel betrayed. She tried to push the thoughts from her mind, knowing Majken was growing tired of her distracting thoughts. "It shall be done," Raan said, knowing there was no way she could refuse. "Good," Majken said as he began rubbing his semi-erect penis. "I want you to know that this is a test, Raan. I accepted your choice to live beyond our world and helped you forge a human identity for that purpose. You have done so for three hundred and forty days without any indication that you will be returning to Orten. It was unfortunate that your encounter with Anni at the ritual did not persuade you to return, but I am not concerned. To keep me from doubting your commitment to our cause, I am allowing you to perform this critical task. Jayna's assimilation into the vengeance demon role is crucial, for her future and yours. Intimacy," Majken said, his strokes now in beat with his speech, "is what makes one a vengeance demon. You will teach her, with your mind and body, or I will find another who will take your place." Raan watched him caress his huge, hard dick as he spoke. She hated the implication of his words and the stroking but also knew there was no arguing. "It shall be done, sire," Raan said, trying to avert her eyes. "I swear it." The Vengeance Demon Ch. 02 "Your orders will be followed and I will make sure of it. I will meet with Jayna often to confirm you are doing as I have instructed. If you are not properly fulfilling your obligations, our next meeting will not be so pleasant," Majken said as he let his hand fall from his member. Raan immediately bowed her head. "I understand," she said, keeping her eyes lowered as she continued, "I am your servant, Majken. I do as you say." "Yes, you do." Raan looked up in time to see Majken walking toward her, his erection leading the way. She struggled to think of a way to protest the order that she hoped would not be given but before she could find the words, Majken stopped suddenly. He moved his hand back to his dick and resumed stroking. He moved past her without another word, and she knew the meeting was over. Thank God, Raan laughed at the thought before turning in the direction her leader had gone, making her way to the portal. I wish a prayer from me could be answered. Raan had lost hope for a savior long ago, her actions as a demon could not be anything but damning. If there was a higher power beyond Majken, she knew her choice to be a demon alone, even if the manipulating, torturing and killing could be overlooked, would keep her from any kind of salvation. ****** An uncomfortable feeling of dread crept to the base of her neck, making Raan anxious as she walked toward her apartment building. She knew it was more than just the news she got at her meeting with Majken, but she couldn't place it. She felt the cold air and shivered, pulling her scarf up to cover her neck. She turned and looked behind her, trying to make it casual, and saw nobody. She tried to tell herself it was just the weather giving her goosebumps that she had mistook for something else, but her instinct made her remain on alert. She tried to lose herself in the small, old shops along the sidewalk. She usually could distract herself from her work by thinking up stories about the lives of the shopkeepers. How simple it must be for them, Raan thought as she looked in the passing windows. She stopped outside one of the smallest stores, looking at the merchandise in the heavily lit window display. There were board games, card games and some electronic planes buzzing around the ceiling. She liked this little game store more than most shops on the street because of the effort the owner put into the window. She rarely went in, having little use for that type of goods, but it was comforting to visit all the same. She stood there for a few moments, admiring the display, before moving on her way. The alarming feeling started creeping back and Raan could feel a heaviness in her stomach. She looked around again, spotting a couple across the street and some more people a few paces behind her, nothing abnormal. It was still early, so a crowd would be unlikely. Nearing her apartment, Raan anxiously quickened her pace. When she started down the alley where she would normally turn to get to her door, Raan noticed a figure move in the shadows. She hadn't seen anyone at first glance and that lack of recognition heightened her uneasiness. Raan then realized the discomfort she'd felt the whole way home was due to that figure, not the cold. Her human part begged her to flee, rush into her shop and slam the door behind her. But, her demon side... Predominately inhuman, often in more ways than one, Raan decided to confront her stalker. "Show yourself." Raan's voice was soft, but firm. She waited, staring at the figure, urging it to move. It didn't, so she spoke again. "Show yourself." Raan began to move further into the alley but froze when it, she, stepped forward. "Hello, Raan." The girl spoke hesitantly, then smiled. "Did I spook you?" Raan felt her mouth drop open. She would recognize that girl anywhere. She had watched Majken kill her from the inside out. Why the hell is she here? Raan thought as she examined her new student. She was very pretty, tall and muscular but still feminine. If Raan had been in demon form, she might have been tempted to play with herself, especially with her new orders. "Jayna. What are you doing here?" Jayna stepped a little closer before answering, "I saw you leave the office and I wanted to know where you live. Since Majken said you're my guide, I thought I should get to know you." Raan watched the girl survey the building before turning back to her. "Certainly, Jayna. This is where I live. I own this shop and that's my apartment above it." Raan moved past Jayna and walked to the door on the side of the building. She held the door open before saying, "This way." "Thank you," Jayna said, moving through the opening and pausing. Raan waited for the door to click shut and motioned up the stairs. After reaching the top, Raan unlocked the door and stepped inside, waiting for her guest to follow. She took off her coat, set it on the kitchen counter and sat on a stool while she waited for Jayna. "What can I do for you, Jayna?" Raan asked as she watched Jayna make her way around the kitchen. "Hmm?" Jayna turned slowly, eyes fixated on something Raan couldn't see. "Well, I just have a lot of questions." "Go ahead." "Why don't you live in Orten? None of the other girls will talk about it. Honestly, they don't really talk to me about anything," Jayna said, as she pulled a stool out from the counter and sat down. "It's only been a few days though, I guess." "I have nothing against Orten, I just prefer living here," Raan said, walking to the counter to grab wine and two glasses. She started walking to the living room and said, "Let's sit in here." Raan watched as Jayna pushed in her stool and made her way to the opposite side of the couch. She wondered why she chose to sit so far away. She must not know what it means for me to be her guide, Raan thought as she opened the bottle. She didn't know if Jayna would need some persuasion, but she did. She filled both glasses, handed one to Jayna then took a large drink of her own. Jayna took a small sip of wine then set her glass on the table, Raan almost finishing hers before doing the same. "So, how do you do it?" Jayna asked as she met Raan's gaze. "Well, I granted a wish about a year ago that... That made me want to live as a human, among other things. See, the client wi-" "No... I mean, sorry... But, how do you live as a human? Being in human form already feels foreign to me, like this body belongs to someone else, and I've only been a vengeance demon for a few days," Jayna said, moving her hands from her lap, up her torso and over her breasts before placing them at her sides. "It doesn't feel like mine anymore." "It's like that at first, but you get used to it. It will feel like a loaner, but eventually it will somehow belong to you again," Raan said, looking down at her own borrowed form, "I choose not to be in demon form except when I need to be and that works for me. Orten is obviously a good choice for the other girls, but not for me. I am happy here," Raan said, wondering if it were really true. Can I ever be happy? "I don't know if I'll ever get used to it," Jayna said, grabbing her wine from the table, "So, what was the wish?" "Oh, just a smiting that changed some things for me, that's all. So, have you met with Majken since the ritual?" Raan asked, trying to avoid talking about that wish. She knew exactly what had happened and why it made her want to be on her own, in this world, but she didn't know if she could trust Jayna. I don't know if I can trust anyone. Raan's client had wanted her to seduce her cheating spouse then kill him during the act, right before he came. She had thought little of the odd request at first but spending that much time as a human made Raan desperately want more. The male had wanted to be discrete since he thought his wife was onto him, so it took a few days of flirting and fooling around before he couldn't wait any longer. The time out of demon form and away from Orten made Raan feel alive, feel human, and sex with a male for the first time in almost a century had her longing for more. He really took charge, forced her up against the wall, on the chair, on the floor, on the bed, then eventually she granted her client's wish. It just took longer than she had originally thought, the sex and the smiting, and she was surprised at how much she enjoyed both. "So, he said I would have a better understanding of a guide soon," Jayna said, Raan had no idea how long she had been talking before that. "I meet with him again at the end of the week." "Wow," Raan laughed, Majken really wanted to keep tabs on her. "That's really soon. Did he say why?" Raan was hesitant to ask, but wanted to see how much he had told Jayna, and how much she had missed while she was lost in thought. "Not really, just that he'd fucking kill you if you messed it up." Raan stared at Jayna, trying to figure out what to say. All she could come out with was, "Ok..." "I'm kidding!" Jayna giggled, easing Raan's tension. "It was just a joke, I have no idea why he wants to meet with me," Jayna continued to laugh as she spoke, "Anyway, I'm excited to learn from you. I've felt really lonely the last few days and it's nice to just sit with someone. So, when do you want to get started?" Never, but this isn't about wanting, Raan thought as she turned to face Jayna, sitting cross-legged on the couch before presenting her left wrist. "We don't choose when we work. We'll be summoned with this," Raan said, pointing at the mark the two now shared. She watched Jayna lift the sleeve of her snug blue sweater to look at her own. "How will I know when I'm being summoned?" Jayna asked, rubbing her thumb lightly across the symbol. "You'll know," Raan said, watching Jayna nod. "Your wrist will burn, the mark throbbing with pain, becoming more and more intense until you press your thumb onto it. After a few seconds, the pain will stop and you will gain the details of your assignment." "How often does that happen?" Raan shrugged. "As often as we're needed. We don't choose when we work, Majken does. He will summon you by activating your mark. You'll acknowledge it, then he'll send you the information." "So, you hear Majken talk to you?" Raan shook her head. "No, not exactly. One minute you don't have the information, the next you do," Raan said, smiling at Jayna's confused face, "Ok, you can think of it like a computer." Raan thought of Holden for a moment and smiled. "You touch your mark, it opens a file and the information gets sent to your brain." Raan touched the symbol again. "Pretty simple, really." "Yeah, I guess. So, Raan, do you..." "Do I what?" Raan could see Jayna was hesitant to continue her question but she knew there was no reason to be shy here, with their newly assigned relationship. "What is it, Jayna?" Jayna shrugged then whispered, "Do you ever get lonely?" Raan nodded. She had been especially lonely in Orten, even with Anni, but she got lonely here too. This was the moment Majken wanted her to seize. The question Jayna had asked would lead them to their other partnership, their love. If she was going to do this, and she could see no other option, there was no time like now. What about Holden? Raan thought as she pushed herself closer to Jayna, grabbing her glass and setting it on the table. She cared for Holden but if she had to choose her life or being with him, she'd choose herself. If he learns of Jayna... or Anni, or that I'm a vengeance demon, he'll have a hard decision to make. Raan would just have to deal with that if it happened. Raan looked into her new lover's eyes, smiled and pulled her head closer, pressing their lips together. Raan thought Jayna was hesitant until she felt the girl's hand on her back, pulling her closer as she slid her tongue into her mouth. The embrace obviously welcome, Raan pushed herself on top of Jayna, feeling her shift to a lying position on the couch. Raan moved her hand up Jayna's body, stopping to caress her breast, pressing into her as they kissed. She felt Jayna smile under her mouth, as Raan pushed her hand under her shirt. Raan listened to Jayna moan as she caressed her naked breast, then she felt a burning in her wrist. She felt Jayna squirming under her, she was obviously getting summoned too. Raan pulled herself to a sitting position and pushed her thumb against her wrist. "Press your thumb to the mark, Jayna. It's ok," Raan said as she watched Jayna grab her wrist in fear. "Jayna, your thumb?" Jayna looked at Raan, then back to her wrist. She scrambled to press her thumb over the symbol, then removed it a few moments later. Raan assumed the pain had passed and waited what seemed like minutes for Jayna to look up. She knew the pain was hard to deal with at first, but she also knew Jayna was fine. Unfortunately, the summons had stopped them as she was comforting Jayna, dealing with her loneliness, and being a proper guide in the process. When Jayna still didn't say anything, just sat there staring back at her, Raan pulled her to her chest. She felt Jayna's arms wrap around her as they sat for a few moments in the embrace. But Raan knew that this summons, like all others, was urgent and they had to deal with it. "Are you ok?" Raan asked, pulling away to look her in the eyes. "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry, it was just..." Jayna trailed off as she lay her head back on Raan's chest. "You'll get used to it," Raan said before leaning down to kiss the top of her head. As Jayna looked up and leaned in, Raan received the details of their assignment. She shook her head and shrugged. After responding to his call, the information was usually sent within moments. Perhaps, he waited longer on this summons since he knew, or at least hoped, they would be busy with other things. The information was always fragmented, never everything, usually just enough to get you to a location. Raan knew of a hospital, a room and a description of a girl. "We have an assignment," Raan said, getting up from the couch, "We're on collections, I guess." "Collections?" Jayna asked. "Yeah, I guess we're starting your training there." "But, what is it?" "We'll be forcing clients to satisfy their part of the contracts." "What do you mean?" "Well, smiting isn't free, Jayna. The clients must pay the price, one they agreed to when they summoned us for help," Raan said, turning to face Jayna who was now standing in the kitchen doorway. "But, what is the price?" "It's always different. When we help a client," Raan almost laughed when she used the word help, but refrained and continued, "they must agree to a favor. They don't know what they're agreeing to, just that they must do whatever we ask of them, whenever we ask it." "I'm surprised so many people agree to that, not knowing what it will be in the end." Raan shrugged, "They aren't worried about their future when they call on us, just hurting their male now. Most clients come to us in haste, proceeding with little thought, but all must complete their part of the contract." "What about the favor? Does Majken tell you what to ask for? And what if the girl refuses?" "If she refuses, we basically complete the contract for her. And, yes, Majken provides that information once we've made contact. You'll acquire the knowledge in that moment, same as me." "That's it? We speak to the client, learn of the favor, then ask for it?" Jayna asked, looking disappointed. "Basically, yes. We don't ask, but that's it. We let them know who we are, Majken tells us the favor, then we tell the client. And if the girl refuses, she suffers the same fate as the male we smited for her." "Ok, but wha-" "Jayna, we really need to go. We can talk more on the way," Raan said as she headed for the door. "Where are we going?" "Memorial Hospital, Room 242." *** The door to Room 242 was shut, discouraging uninvited guests. Raan had received intel of their client's name as she reached the intercom to request entry. Raan and Jayna strolled into the maternity ward with the name Leslie Marx. A sinking feeling in her stomach had Raan hoping she was wrong about what would happen next. After knocking, a young, excited male quickly opened the door with a big smile that molded into a confused expression at the sight of them. "Hi, ladies! Friends of Leslie?" The male smiled at them again and stood aside, welcoming them to the room. "She's sleeping now but you can wait if you'd like." "Thank you..." Raan said, pushing past him. "Mark," he replied quietly. "I know what you're thinking. Mark Marx, crazy right? Well, I was adopted at-" Raan quit listening as Mark continued spouting his drivel for several minutes. Raan was thinking absently of Holden when she heard Jayna's voice. "How long has she been out?" Jayna asked, motioning to their client. "Probably thirty minutes or so, not really sure, it's been such a crazy couple of days. Did you know-" "We'll wait, she shouldn't be long." Jayna's words sounded to Raan as if she hadn't even heard him talk. She was starting to really like her. "That will be great. I'll go visit our baby in the nursery now. Tell Les that I can come back whenever. Just have her ring for the nurse, ok?" Mark gave another goofy grin before leaving the room. "So?" Jayna had turned to Raan after he left. "We can wake her if you want. Majken hasn't provided the rest of the details yet, though. I'm sure he will once she's alert." "Are we going to change first?" "No, we don't change for collections unless Majken specifically requests for us to be in demon form. It rarely happens and it seems random to me, so I can't tell you what the circumstances are." Raan shrugged then looked to the client, still asleep. She turned back to Jayna. "I guess the quicker we wake her, the sooner we can figure out what we're doing here." "And the less likely we'll have to listen to Marky Mark again." Jayna smiled. Raan laughed and Jayna joined in. It seemed like only a few moments but the glee was cut short when the client spoke up. "Are you friends of my husband's? Raan stopped laughing immediately, and turned to the bed without responding. She assumed Jayna was following her lead because the room was silent now. "Hello? Who are you two?" The client now looked more confused than exhausted. When they still didn't respond, the girl asked, "Do I know you?" "We are here to see that you fulfill your contract." Raan said, leaving the girl's questions unanswered. Raan watched Leslie's mouth drop in response and she knew the girl understood. She instantly learned the time frame of the client's wish and the male's name. "Your wish was granted, Derrick was smited, and now we are here to collect." Raan said, watching Leslie cringe when she mentioned her male's name. "Why... Why now? I... I was nineteen. I didn't..." "You agreed to a fav-" Raan lost her voice as the new knowledge interrupted her thoughts. No, not that. Raan tried to keep her face from showing the emotion she felt. Majken was asking them, no, ordering them, to take this new mother's child. She didn't know what he planned to do with the baby, only that this was the assignment. "That was almost twenty years ago! You can't be here now. What if my husband comes in?" The client looked genuinely concerned of her husband's return. "How will I explain?" "We are here to demand your payment." Raan tried to keep her face emotionless as she continued. "We are here for your daughter." "What? No... You can't do that! We've waited so long for her!" Raan watched Leslie start to cry. "We've been trying for almost ten years! Please... Anything but that!" The Vengeance Demon Ch. 02 Raan looked over to Jayna who winked at her. She was surprised at how calm, even flirty, Jayna was being as Raan asked this woman to give up her child. It was horrible enough for Raan to think about, but Jayna seemed happy, maybe even aroused, with the interaction. She pushed those thoughts aside and looked back to the client as the girl continued to sob. "Do you remember what you wished upon Derrick?" Leslie's tears continued as she nodded. "I can't let you take her. Please... She's our only child. It will destroy my husband. It will destroy our lives! Please! What can I do?" Raan was hoping she would agree to let them take her child. She didn't want Leslie to suffer the other fate that would occur if she refused. "Do you remember what you wished?" "I do," Leslie cried,"His family was killed, his best friend since preschool, anybody he loved." "Right, anyone he felt love for was killed." Raan's throat felt heavy, but she continued, "You wished that anyone he loved throughout his life would die a horrible death." "No, I didn't mean to... I didn't want that! I only wanted him to suffer because he hurt me... I didn't wish that," Leslie whined, "What happened to him? What will happen to me?" "His life ended at his own hands, years ago... But, that is not your fate unless you choose it. Your choice now is to fulfill your end of the contract by giving us your child or suffer the punishment you wished upon Derrick. " "I don't understand." Leslie's sobs finally stopped. "The contract you have with us states that you will complete a favor for us, as payment for the wish we granted you." "But, I was nineteen. Why now?" "I don't know." Raan looked toward the door, hoping it seemed like she heard a noise but she was really trying to maintain her composure. "The only important thing here is that you are under contract and we must fulfill that agreement." "I won't give you my baby." "Are you refusing to complete your part of the contract?" Raan looked at the client, her eyes pleading with her to give up the baby. "I am." Leslie's face was stone. Raan knew Leslie didn't understand the anguish she had just wished upon herself. By thinking she was saving her baby, she was in fact sentencing her daughter, husband and many others to painful deaths. "You understand that refusing the favor means you will suffer the same fate as Derrick, the male you had smited? Is that your wish?" "I understand and yes, that is my wish. I don't care if I suffer. I'm not giving you my baby." Leslie kept her eyes locked on Raan as she spoke. Foolish girl. Raan knew Leslie didn't realize the extent of the torment she would suffer. She was in a very fragile state, emotions unstable due to the trauma she had just endured. Majken knew that as well. That's why Raan and Jayna were sent at this time, right after the delivery. Emotions on high, confusion and inattention to detail would easily get him what he wanted. He didn't give a damn about that baby, he wanted this girl to suffer more than that. Raan had tried to get her to make the right call by spelling out exactly what the wish entailed, but Leslie hadn't listened. When Raan learned that she wouldn't be the one to execute the kills, she felt herself sigh in relief. Majken would provide another of her kind with the information and Leslie's loved ones would be removed from her life very soon. "Leslie, you have declined to provide proper payment for our services. Since the favor was denied, you will now live out the fate of the male you smited." "I understand. When will it happen? I mean, will I get to see my husband before you kill me?" Raan saw Jayna look toward her but she kept the client's gaze. "You did not agree to die. You agreed to suffer the torment you inflicted upon Derrick. By not giving us your baby, you have accepted your fate. You will lose every person you love. Your life will never again know love, not for long at least, because those people will be ripped from your life as they lose their own." Raan watched Leslie's eyes begin to water once more as the understanding hit her. "I... So... I'll lose them both?" Raan turned from the client, looked at Jayna and said, "Let's go." Jayna smiled and nodded and the two of them left room 242, ignoring the multitude of questions being screamed from the bed. They passed the excited male, Mark, on their way through the hallway. Raan wondered how long he had and how long their baby had. Raan wouldn't wish that fate on anyone and she wondered which of her kind coerced Leslie into making that request. It was so easy to encourage an angry girl to choose a terrible fate for her male, not knowing she may endure the same later in life. After the elevator doors closed in front of them, Jayna shoved Raan against the wall. Her tongue slid into Raan's mouth as she began moving her hands up her body. The collection that had made Raan sick had obviously excited the new demon. Knowing her role, Raan kissed Jayna back, holding her close as the elevator descended. She felt Jayna's hand move down to rub her through her pants. Raan pushed her pelvis into her hand, inviting the motion as she moved her own hand to Jayna's breast. They continued caressing each other as their kiss became more intense, making Raan feel the need to pull Jayna to the floor. Before she could go through with the urge, Raan heard the doors open and knew they'd have to stop soon. "Ahem." Raan heard a male voice but was preoccupied with her duties as she continued to feel Jayna up. After a few more ahems, she heard an exaggerated coughing noise that annoyed her enough to break their embrace and open her eyes. Fuck! Raan pushed Jayna away gently as she made eye contact with the interruption. "Hello, Raan," Holden said, holding the door open with his hand. "Getting off?"