A Devil to Dinner

It was a cold winter’s night in mid-February and Molly was out on her nightly run. She ran the same course every evening and never had any trouble before. Most of her run was under street lights, it was just a bend by the wood that didn’t have streetlights. Molly was always leary about running through there especially since black ice built up in winter. Not to mention the local myth that something large and dark lived deep in the woods. Still it was a nice trail to run on so she jogged there nightly.

Little did she know that Jerry Byrne had been watching her for the past few weeks. He had just been released from prison a few months ago. During that time he had been watching her from his apartment balcony. Jerry had seen Molly running and had wanted her more than anything. He hadn’t had a woman the entire five years he’d been in prison. Jerry had never been popular with women before that. Molly was everything he desired. He was determined to have her one way or the other.

The next night as Molly rounded the dark corner, she was blitzed out of the darkness by Jerry. He hit her over the head with a branch and tried to drag her into the woods to have his way with her.

Molly slid on the black ice and fell. Pain seared through her body. She at least had twisted her ankle. The branch to the head had caused Molly to pass out. Before she passed out, she could have sworn she saw a huge creature with wings towering in the woods. Molly thought she’d heard her attempted rapist yell

“What the fuck?” Then screams of pain.

Jerry didn’t know that while he had been watching Molly someone else had been watching him. This creature knew the malicious thoughts that had been percolating in Jerry’s mind. This beautiful young woman did not deserve the terrible fate that Jerry had planned for her.

The creature had waited for Jerry to attack Molly before he acted. The man still had free will and a chance to back out of his evil plans.

“Are you alright?” came a voice out of the shadows. It was low and breathy. ” He didn’t hurt you did he?”

Molly was still recovering from the blow to her head and a twisted ankle. “Uhmm, sure I’m alright. I think… how can I thank you for saving me? How can I repay you?” Molly questioned in earnest.

A sad sigh came from the dark. “I don’t want repayment. Just knowing you’re safe is enough for me.”

Molly’s head was becoming clearer and clearer. “No please, I insist on thanking you somehow. How about you come over to my apartment for dinner tomorrow night? It’s the very least I could do.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want. I’ll be there tomorrow night.” said the sad voice. Molly heard footsteps departing into the woods. She continued back to her apartment, limping all the way. It was only when she got home that she realized she had forgotten to give her savior her address. She also realized that tomorrow was Valentine’s Day. Molly hadn’t meant anything by it. She just wanted to repay him by having him to dinner.

The next night Molly was at her stove making a pot of Minestrone. She hadn’t forgotten the kindness of the stranger but she didn’t expect him to show up for dinner. He didn’t have her address after all. That’s why she was startled when a knock came at her door. She limped over to it.

Looking through the peephole, she saw a very tall man. Still nervous from last night, Molly grabbed her baseball bat from the closet and opened the door a crack.

“Can I help you?” she questioned timidly.

The man was tall, tan and had very messy black hair. Molly thought looked like a young Bruce Springsteen. She could have taken him then and there but she wanted to know what the hell was going on.

“Can I help you?” she repeated.

” err…my name is Elessar. I was the one who helped you in the woods last night. You invited me here for dinner. Does your invite still stand?” asked Elessar cautiously but kindly. It had been a long time since he had a conversation with anyone, especially a mortal woman.

“Sure, sure, sure Elessar. Please come in…I just wasn’t sure since you were coming since I forgot to give you my address last night. I’m Molly by the way. I’m making Minestrone since it’s wicked cold out. I hope you’re not vegetarian or vegan or anything…if you are we can order something or toss one of my frozen pizzas in the oven.” said Molly. She was nervous so she was babbling.

“I’m sure whatever you have cooking will be fine.” said Elessar. He strode in. Molly noticed that despite the cold mid-February weather he wasn’t wearing a coat. She knew she had to make conversation but how do you make conversation with a stranger? She was shy around new people too, still she owed this man a debt of gratitude. She probably owed him her life.

“You from around here?” asked Molly.

“Not really, I’m from a long way away. But, I had to leave.” said Elessar with a despairing sigh.

“I’m not from here either. I’m from Boston and sometimes it just seems so far away. I miss the ocean so much.” said Molly.

Elessar smiled sadly “I’m from alot father away than Boston. I’m not even from this country.”

“Are you from Ireland?” Your name sounds Irish?” asked Molly.

Elessar laughed softly. “I’m from farther away than Ireland too.”

Molly was still nervous. So she spoke very fast. “You’ll have to tell me about it someday…oh look the soup is boiling over…let me get it.” She limped very fast over to the stove to turn it off.

Elessar wasn’t about to tell Molly that he wasn’t even from this world…not yet. It had been a long time since he had anyone to talk to. Molly was kind and he felt like they could get along. So he continued to spend the evening with Molly. The two had Minestrone, bread and a bottle of red wine. Then they talked, played checkers and enjoyed one another’s company.

“Holy shit! It’s 2 am. I have work tomorrow. It’s time for me to go to bed. We’ve talked the whole night away.” exclaimed Molly.

“Goodnight then Molly, I hope to see you another time.” said Elessar. He really meant it too. It had been a long time since he had anyone to spend time with.

“Well, how about we go bowling this Saturday…then dinner?” Asked Molly. She had never asked anyone on a date before and was afraid to do it. But, she was lonely in this new town and wanted someone to talk too.

“Alright, it’s a date then. Sleep well, Molly.” he said as he departed.

Elessar left the apartment and morphed into his usual form as soon as he had rounded the corner. Now he was nine feet tall, with fangs, claws and wings. He was emerald green with long electric blue hair. It had been hard for him to maintain his human form for so long and he was tired. He was exhausted but he was happy. He had made a friend and it had been a long time since he had one of those. His cock twitched and he grew hard when he thought of her.

Molly was so beautiful with her chestnut brown hair and green eyes. He imagined pinning her against a wall, ripping off all her clothes and taking advantage of her. Eons ago he would have done that and enjoyed it.

That had been a long time ago and he was a different person now. Well, as much as he wished to be he wasn’t a person. He was a devil, cursed or blessed depending on how you looked at it to walk this abyssal plane for eternity.

Elessar had been banished from Hell because he had taken mercy on humans. Due to his past as a devil he couldn’t seek protection in Heaven. So he was condemned to the Earth, to spend eternity with the mortals that he had pitted.

He returned to his small shack deep in the woods. He had lived there for centuries. Mortals never came this way so he had his privacy. Still a rumor persisted in the town of something big living in the woods. But, no mortals knew his secret. But, he smiled to himself. He had a date with Molly this weekend and that was something to look forward to. He hadn’t had anything to look forward to in a long time. He had just been existing.

For the rest of the week, Molly continued her job at the daycare. It went on the same as always. She found herself waiting for the weekend to see Elessar again. The weekend came and she met Elessar at the bowling alley.

“How was the rest of your week? Mine was mostly the same diaper changes, making bottles, cleaning up after the kids…that’s my life. But, I like it…enough.” said Molly with a resigned sigh. Life was life but she’d like it to be a bit better.

“Oh, my week was good too, processing insurance TPS papers. Let’s get to bowling.” Elessar didn’t really have a job. He had just picked the job that humans found the most boring so he wouldn’t get asked questions about it. Elessar could have easily used his powers to win the game but for some reason he wanted to play with this woman SO Molly beat him.

“Ah, ha…I won! You lost. I’m the winner, you’re the LOSER. LOSER. LOSER.” laughed Molly teasing him.

Anger stirred in Elessar he wanted to smack her. Who was Molly to call him a loser? He was an immortal devil. He could have won if he had wanted to. He just wanted to give this mortal woman a chance. He should really smack her across the face. That would teach her to respect him.

Molly could sense his anger. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me…I’ll make it up to you by buying dinner. Anywhere you want to go…”.

Elessar smiled despite his recent loss at bowling. He knew she didn’t mean it. She was just teasing him. Sometimes his demonic nature just flared up as much as he tried to suppress it and be human. “Sure, let’s go to Burger Shack.”

The couple had dinner at Burger Shack. They joked and laughed together. Outside of Burger Shack there was a band playing. The couple danced together. Elessar and Molly twisted together. He was able to flip her upside down. This caused her to burst into a fit of giggles. Next a slow song came on. The couple danced to “A Wonderful World”. Elessar thought of how long he had been on earth, what a wonderful world it was and how this moment with Molly was one of his favorite moments in all his being. Elessar and Molly continued their slow dances to “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”.

Elessar thought of how simply pretty Molly was. A pretty woman like her didn’t deserve the devil stewing deep within him.The music ended, the crowd departed, Then Elessar walked Molly home.

“You could come in if you want…spend the night. We could do breakfast in the morning. I can make you pancakes or whatever.” said Molly. She cupped his face in her hands and passionately kissed him. She wanted so much more. She wanted to have him tonight. To belong to only him.

It was so hard for Elessar not to transform into his demonic form right there. He wanted Molly SO badly. He ached for her deep down inside. Still if she knew what he really was, she’d run away. Elessar knew he couldn’t lose control and scare her. He’d rather they keep their platonic friendship than have her run away.

“I have to go…I’ll see you another time. Perhaps coffee tomorrow at the cafe.” his voice was strained as he quickly kissed her on the top of her head and left.

“Oh…alright…another time then.” Molly wondered what was wrong with her. She loved this man but she didn’t even have his phone number. Maybe she just wasn’t being direct enough. It was the 21st century. Women could take control of their own destiny. She just needed to tell him what she wanted. Tomorrow was another day and she’d tell him at coffee. Then hopefully they could be together.

The next morning Elessar met Molly for coffee. They had breakfast and then went for a stroll in the woods. Elessar needed to be away from town before he showed her his true nature.

“Molly, I have something to tell you, something that will change our relationship forever. I hope you’re not mad with me. I’ve never told anyone else before.”

“Fuck…you’re gay aren’t you? It’s just my luck. I honestly didn’t know…I just like you…you’re fun to spend time with.” Molly was babbling again. She had a major crush on Elessar.

“Woman, be quiet!” yelled Elessar. “I’m not gay…but this conversation would be easier if I was…just trust me and hear me out for five minutes…okay?”

“Okay, I trust you.” Molly was wondering what was the worst that could happen.

“I’ll show you now.” said Elessar. With that he instantaneously morphed out of his handsome human form and into that of a demon. Elessar was now emerald green, nine feet tall, with a tail, wings and fangs.

After he had morphed he started at Molly. His green eyes and smile were the same.

“Hello Molly…this is the real me. I’m a devil. But, I’m still me.” said Elessar. Then he caught Molly as she fainted.

Molly awoke sometime later in a small cabin. The sun was going down and she didn’t know where she was.

“You’re awake now…can I get you something to eat?” asked Elessar. He had never wanted to use his mind reading powers more. But at the same time, he didn’t want to violate her privacy and he was afraid of what he’d find there.

Molly was still really afraid of him. He was so tall and so different. He looked like a demon instead of a man. He was terrifying. What would he do to her? How could she have wanted this man…no devil she corrected herself? He had lied to her.

“So it wasn’t a dream…I’m really here…with…you…whatever you are.” said Molly accenting each word. She didn’t know how to feel. Part of her was pissed off and the other part was excited. The fantasy world she had always dreamed about existed.

“You’re that thing I thought I dreamed of that night. What am I like your prisoner now?” she asked Elessar angrily.

“No, please don’t think that. You’re free to go anytime you’d like. I’ll even walk you home but it is snowing out. Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” Elessar asked again.

Molly stared at Elessar for a long time reading him. He was big, green and different but his body mannerisms and eyes were still the same.

“I’ll have one cup of tea before I leave.” she said in a small voice.

“Great, I’ll join you Then maybe we can talk..” said Elessar. He hoped Molly would stay. So far he admired her chutzpah for not running out the door.

“Well, I’m going to assume you don’t sell insurance at State Farm.” laughed Molly bitterly.

“No, that’s just something I tell mortals when they ask me about my life. I’ve got to tell them something. I can’t just come out and say I’m a devil.” said Elessar as he made and poured the tea.

“Obviously, you can’t tell people you’re a devil. They might not believe it…I’m still not sure I believe it. I think I could be in some sort of trance or on some drugs…”

“You’re nervous Molly…you’re babbling you always babble when you get nervous.” Elessar put his hand on Molly’s hand. It was his gesture to try and calm her down. He was impressed when Molly didn’t yank her hand away. She caressed his huge hand in her small one.

“Your hand feels normal…and warm.” she said. Molly wondered what the rest of his body was like. She wanted to kiss him and take all of him in her. Thoughts of them entwined together as lovers percolated in her mind.

“I probably should warn you that when I’m in my demon form…I can read minds.” said Elessar.

Molly blushed a deep crimson. She wondered if he had seen all the thoughts she had about him in his human form.

Elessar blushed too. He had similar thoughts about Molly. But, didn’t know she thought that way about him. No one had thoughts like that about him while he was on the mortal plateau.

“Don’t worry, my powers only work when I’m in this form.” Elessar said this with a smirk.

“Well, uhmm thanks again for that. I’m still curious about your er…current state. Can you tell me more about that? It’s very different. I’ve never known anyone like you.” asked Molly.

Elessar drew himself up to his full height of nine feet. “I suppose you have never met anyone like me although every human runs into a few mystic creatures in his or her lifetime. Vampires, werewolves, demons, angels…we all are here on earth and that’s where the stories come from. At any rate, as I told you I’m a devil. I was expelled from Hell a long long time ago because I disagreed with what was happening there. I thought we should take pity on mortals because they didn’t have the knowledge of the workings of the universe that we devils and angels had. I couldn’t go to heaven because of all the harm I’d caused mankind. So I’m stuck here in the mortal realm perpetually.”

“It must be lonely for you…not having anyone to talk to. I don’t have anyone to talk to either. You’re the first person…err thing I’ve had a relationship with in a long time.” said Molly.

“You can call me a person. I know what you mean. Sometimes I wish I was one despite the obvious drawbacks of being mortal and not being able to read minds or super strength…it would be nice.” said Elessar.

“Why would you want something like that? To give up your strength…to give up who you are?” asked Molly.

“I want relationships…can’t you tell how much I want you Molly?” asked Elessar.

“Me??? What’s so special about me?” inquired Molly curiously.

“Nothing and everything. I love how kind you are, the way you move and dance. You’re just a wonderful person Molly…please let me try something that I’ve been wanting to do since that night?” asked Elessar.

“Okay, I still trust you even though you look different…you’re still Elessar…I guess.” said Molly.

“I just need you to close your eyes.” ordered Elessar.

Molly obeyed and closed her eyes. She supposed she trusted him. It was worth a shot anyways.

Elessar gently brushed his lips against hers. He was worried he might bite her with his fangs. He was surprised when he felt Molly’s tongue push into his mouth. Elessar opened to Molly. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to devour her and own her. Elessar tore Molly’s shirt off and he kissed her from her mouth to her breasts. There he suckled and nipped at them.

Molly let out a moan of passion and desire. She wanted and needed more. Halabard continued to suck and play with her breasts. He was only slightly aware of Molly’s hand working away at his pants. Suddenly, he felt her little hands against him. She moved them up and down. They both wanted more from each other.

“Elessar..Elessar…please.” begged Molly. Molly didn’t think that she needed to ask. He could tell what she was thinking. She could tell what he was thinking or at least she thought she did.

Elessar shoved Molly’s passionate overtures away. “I can’t woman, for the love of all things, I just can’t”. His voice was heavy with remorse and frustration.

“What’s wrong?” asked Molly. She was very confused. She had thought they wanted each other.

“I DO want you woman…Molly. It’s just that I’m a devil and I might hurt you. You don’t know what you’re getting into. You don’t understand that I could use my magic to make you go or make you stay. You don’t understand at all.” remorsefully said Elessar with his head buried in his hands.

Molly slowly made her way back to Elessar. She drew herself up to her full height and barely reached his head. Molly ran her little hands through his electric blue hair, trying to straighten it. She kissed his forehead. “Well, what do you…what does your inner self want? Forget the world, heaven, hell, mortals, immortals…morals. What do YOU, you Elessar want?” Molly was kissing his forehead and running her hands gently through his electric blue hair.

Elessar sat up and looked squarely at this woman. He had never really thought about himself before. What DID he want? Elessar had always played the rules of Hell, Heaven or mortals. He had never made them for himself…what did he want? What were HIS rules. He trusted his instincts.

Over the time that he had become bewitched by Molly, Elessar been wondering what to do with her. She was only a human, so why did he care so much about her? He’d considered using his powers to send her away. But he couldn’t bring himself to part with her. There was something about this woman. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She was beautiful, yes, but he’d seen many beautiful women in his time. She was intelligent and intriguing; her conversations with him had been like a ray of light in the neverending monotony of the human world. But…there was something more. In all his time on this mortal plateau, Elessar had never been so inexplicably drawn to anyone like he was drawn to her.

“I want you Molly. I only want you.” he said…”But, I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

“Let me worry about that Elessar.” said Molly. She took his hand and pulled him to the bed.

Elessar couldn’t help himself. He kissed those luscious, pouting lips. They were so warm and soft, like brushing his mouth against the smoothest satin. Holding her close he could hear her heartbeat, feel the heat of her body, smell her sweet scent. Everything about her was intoxicating, even her temper. He growled possessively as he deepened the kiss, seeking entrance to her warm moistness with his tongue, longing to taste her. Her rigid body softened beneath him and she opened her mouth, whimpering slightly as he suckled.

That tiny little sound nearly pushed him over the edge. He needed more contact. He needed to feel her naked flesh in his hands. He wanted to feast on the soft skin of her milky breasts and to watch her gorgeous eyes literally flare with ecstasy as he pleasured her. He could imagine watching himself slide into her, feeling her heat surround him, take him into her depths, and convulse upon him in pleasure. He lost himself in the sensations that were all her; the smell, the soft coos, the taste…

“Elessar!” Molly gasped pulling away suddenly.

“Yes,” he breathed even as he looked at her hungrily.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. He knew she could see his demonic side, the side that was part beast. That part of him ached to possess her, to take the pleasures of her body, and mark her as his own with his essence. Whatever she was going to say seemed to die on her lips, and her passion-glazed green eyes looked up into his.

“I…” she stammered. He could sense it; her confusion. She wasn’t sure what she should be doing. And she was right to question herself. Fuck! She’d just been assaulted. No matter how much he wanted her, she’d just been attacked. God! How could he be such a fucking jerk?

“Molly,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…”

He wanted to swear when he saw tears fill her eyes. He’d hurt her. He moaned and reached out pulling her close again, wrapping his arms about her tightly. He stroked her comfortingly even though he ached with desire and his cock throbbed painfully.

“Why do I want you so much?” she whimpered quietly. “I don’t understand. I should be…after everything…” she shook her head, “I shouldn’t want you like this. You’re a devil, for Christ’s sake. God, what’s WRONG with me?”

He couldn’t help but to freeze. She wanted him? She was being drawn to him as strongly as he was being drawn to her?

Fuck.

“I’m so sorry,” she hiccoughed. “I shouldn’t have said that.” She pulled out of his embrace and wrapped her arms about her body protectively. “I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

He could feel her sudden unease. She wanted to run, to escape the moment of awkwardness. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and her glorious green eyes were glistening with salty tears.

He had but one moment to make a choice; either tell her or spurn her.

Did he dare tell her she was right? What would she say when he told her they both craved each other?

The pull Elessar had been experiencing had grown even more intense. It was irrational, unfounded, and completely uncontrollable. He desired her. His mind screamed at him to make love to her and to possess her in the way demons possessed mortals.

Elessar didn’t give Molly a chance to question him. He pressed his lips against hers demanding entrance into her warm mouth. He tasted her; the saltiness of her tears and the sweetness of her flesh stirred his senses. Growling possessively, he lifted her into his arms, carried her to the bed and deposited her gently in its middle even as he continued to devour her mouth hungrily.

Her tiny hands clung to his shoulders as though he was the only thing steadying her in the torrent of sensation. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, leaving her mouth to kiss her jaw line, her forehead, her ears, even her neck where the blood of her life pulsed. Her skin was so sweet, so warm against his mouth. He needed more. He put his hands under her soft knit shirt, feeling her warm stomach and the faint outline of her ribs with his fingers.

Molly moaned at his touch and impatiently pushed him away to shed her shirt baring her lace encased breasts for him. He moaned in blissful agony seeing her in the sexy lingerie. He’d always loved a woman in lace, but he’d never realized how much it would turn him on and drive him insane to see her creamy mounds framed so delectably. His mouth traced her collarbone to her breastbone to rest between those soft mounds, delighting in the feel of her satiny skin against the sensitive flesh of his lips. He cupped one of her full breasts lovingly even as his mouth descended upon the other sucking at the taut nipple through the lacy fabric.

Molly writhed and gasped beneath him whimpering in ecstasy even as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. She was as beautiful as he’d imagined; her chestnut brown hair framing her face, her pale skin flushed with passion. He turned his attention to her other breast, pulling the lace away to bare her pink nipple that stood erect, waiting for him to suckle into his mouth. He latched onto it, hungrily suckling the tiny nub into his mouth, even as he reached behind her and unclasped the lacy bra. Now that he’d tasted her flesh, the beautiful lingerie only frustrated him.

Desperately she began to divulge him of his clothes, and he helped her, the same desire roaring through him to feel her warm, naked body against his skin. When their soft flesh finally met, an electric shock roared through his body. She was so soft, so warm…she was HIS!

He consumed her mouth again, mating his tongue with hers, groaning as her fingers traced the contours of his muscles and caressed his back. Those delicate hands seemed to be everywhere on his flesh, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine making his pulsing cock throb in agony. He groaned and pushed his pelvis into hers, the friction of their bodies teasing them both.

“Elessar,” she gasped. She cried out as his mouth latched back onto one of her pink nipples and suckled, twisted and lathed it with hunger.

“Yes,” he growled even as he continued to consume her flesh.

“Oh God! Don’t stop,” she cried even as she raked his back with her nails.

“Never,” he groaned as his mouth trailed downwards kissing the protrusion of her ribs and then making their way to her belly button.

His fingers nimbly undid her pants and quickly pulled them from her hips, growling in desire at the thong that graced her mound. His mouth kissed the insides of her thighs and all around that small triangle of lace, making her jump as though his lips were shocking her with some kind of erotic electricity. He hungrily inhaled her musk even as he visually assessed her dampness, purring in satisfaction that he’d been the one to stir such passion. He latched his mouth to the fabric, tasting her arousal smiling as she shrieked and twitched the moment his mouth made contact with her heat.

“Elessar,” Molly wailed desperately. “Elessar…” she groaned.

Her pleading cries, speaking his name with such need momentarily shattered his control. He ripped the panties from her body and nearly lost it when he stared her glistening sex; shaved and hairless, red and weeping for his attention. He parted her folds and feasted on her, moaning into her softness at the sweet taste of her arousal.

Molly screeched incoherently at his touch, whimpering with need, but he toyed with her, flicking her clit only for a moment before kissing or licking the juices that coated her. Just before she cried out in frustration he’d suckle or nip her again sending her beautiful head thrashing on the pillows. Even as he licked and supped upon her sensitive flesh, he pushed a finger inside her.

Fuck! Her heat was almost unbearable; her soft walls gripped his digit longingly. He inserted another finger and moved them within her slowly and gently at first, and then with more force and fervor. Her pelvis moved in tandem with his thrusts, her body coated his fingers with its juices. Molly’s hands balled in the sheets with agony.

“Please,” she begged her voice hoarse from desperation. “Please Elessar.”

He looked up at her flushed body, her green eyes, her tousled hair and smiled at her. Taking pity on her, he latched his mouth over her clit suckling hard until she came screeching and bucking beneath him.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath struggling for control. He could hear the pounding of her heart, the blood throbbing in her sex, in the artery in her groin. Elessar groaned in agony, forcing himself away from her weeping folds and back up her body delighting in the salty taste of her sweat, the musky scent in the air of her arousal.

She reached out to run her fingers through his electric blue hair, those tiny fingers on his skin delighted his senses making his moans of need echo her own keening cries. His mouth supped its way up her neck and Elessar kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Suddenly she became more aggressive. With deft fingers, she unbuttoned his pants and put her hands inside to feel him.

Her delicate hand wrapped around his cock stroking him, spreading the moisture of his arousal around the throbbing head with her thumb. It drove him insane to have her touching him while his body was imprisoned in his clothing.

Growling impatiently, he removed his pants and his boxers noting her wide-eyed stare with satisfaction. There was something about seeing her angelic eyes staring in amazement that nearly broke him and when she reached out once again and wrapped her slender fingers around him, he gasped in agony. For a moment all he could do was stare at that delicate hand wrapped around his throbbing erection and watch in mesmerized rapture as she stroked him. He groaned at her touch and closed his eyes for a moment as an image of her beautiful mouth devouring his cock flashed before his mind.

Not yet, he told himself.

Fearing to lose the last threads of control he took her tiny hand in his and held it still.

“Do you want this, Molly?” he growled.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached out with her other hand and pulled him down upon her again, kissing him passionately and forcing her tongue into his mouth.

Elessar smiled at her unspoken demand. Even in bed she was stubborn and willful.

He kissed her with the same intensity, slipping his fingers back into her folds, stroking her sex, rubbing her clit, making her even hungrier for another release. In moments she was writhing beneath him again with need, both hands clinging to his shoulders as he assaulted her with his tongue and his questing fingers. When she was mindless with need he took his impressive length in his hand and pushed it against her opening, slowly.

They both groaned as he inched inside her. She was unbelievably tight around him, and he filled her so fully that they both lay still panting with the sensation. Elessar kissed her ear and then her lips then worked his way down to her breast, suckling on her aching nipple. She groaned and he felt her squirm beneath him. Then he started thrusting with agonizingly slow, steady strokes, watching himself disappear within her depths in rapt concentration.

She moaned beneath him and clasped his shoulders with her tiny hands, holding on as her body spun out of control with sensation.

“Elessar,” Molly moaned with need. The sound of his seldom used name on her lips sent a shiver down his spine.

He thrust harder even as he found every sensitive spot on her body with his fingers, making her writhe and squirm beneath him, smiling at his ability to fuel her passions so easily. She was beautiful in the throes of lovemaking and he wanted to watch her face as she came yet again at his expert touch. She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side, her fingers raked his back causing him to shudder deliciously, and in return he lightly twisted one of her hardened nipples making her squeak in bliss.

Elessar slipped his hand between their bodies, flicking her clit as he thrust, earning a delicious whine from her lips and he watched in delight as he worked her into the frenzy of another orgasm. She came with a keening cry, her body convulsing beneath him, her sex gripping his cock. For a moment he almost lost control, but Elessar had mastered the art of lovemaking. He wasn’t ready to find his release yet. He had so much more pleasure to offer her with his body and his power.

She relaxed and nuzzled against him after she came down from her second orgasm, but he chuckled in her ear. “Oh no, my little dove,” he whispered in a dark, dangerous, masculine voice. “Our evening is far from over.”

Those green eyes looked up at him lazily, uncomprehendingly, and she could only coo her response. Elessar growled possessively. This beautiful, delicate creature in his arms was HIS and HIS alone!

He began to kiss her hungrily then, his earlier tenderness turning to forceful passion. She obliged him, mating her tongue with his, suckling on it, nipping at his lips even as he nipped at hers. His hand palmed her breast and his hips began to thrust against hers again.

She groaned into his mouth as her body responded to his passion.

“You are mine, Little Dove,” he growled into her ear with a deadly voice in a language long forgotten. “I am going to fuck you until your only thought is my body in yours. I’m going to make you scream my name in ecstasy.”

Molly whimpered at the sound of his dark, dominating voice. Her delicate fingers turned to claws as they raked down his back hungrily.

“That’s it my little dove,” he continued. “I’m going to ignite the flames of your body like no man has ever done for you before. You’re mine. MINE!”

He felt his fangs elongate hungrily, but he clenched his fist in her hair and with every last shred of his control he forced his demonic nature down. Instead, he plundered her mouth once again mating his tongue with hers fiercely and ground his hips against hers, stimulating her aching clit.

Molly was gasping and moaning beneath him as he pounded her now. He took her legs in his arms and draped them over his shoulders groaning as he penetrated her dripping sex even deeper.

“Elessar!” she cried as she built, her tiny claws drawing blood as they sunk into his arms.

“You are MINE!” he growled into her ear.

He touched her mind with his power then, caressing every pleasure center in her brain. This time her moan was a scream and her body convulsed beneath him, her tight walls gripping spasmodically around his cock. He came with a feral roar, cursing in every language he knew as he rode out their mutual orgasm.

Finally as his breathing settled and her whimpers subsided, he caressed her hair from her face. Her eyes were closed, but he connected with her mind and felt her body still tingling with little shockwaves from her orgasm.

“Are you all right?” he whispered.

“Mmm,” she replied in dreamy contentment.

“You are amazing, Molly,” he breathed, kissing her lips tenderly. “So incredible,” he whispered.

Molly was amazed as the devil morphed above her. He was no longer a devil. He was a man. A mortal man, the man who had been at her door and home.

“You’re not a devil anymore?” asked Molly in disbelief.

“I thought that might happen.” said Elessar, sounding amazed himself but laughing in delight at the same time.

“Why? What happened, are you alright?” questioned Molly in concern.

“It must be true love. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to break the curse. I couldn’t tell anyone about it…it was part of the curse. But, then again true love doesn’t happen every day. I should know I’ve been in this world long enough seaking it. But, we have true love so that’s why the spell is broken.” said Elessar below his breath. He was shocked that his wish to be a mortal man had at long last come true.

“You didn’t think true love was possible or you didn’t think me loving you was possible?” inquired Molly.

” I don’t know? Both? I am…err was a devil.” said Elessar.

“Well, now I know you’re a mortal because if you were still a devil you’d know that I think you’re a stupid idiot for not knowing that.” Molly said.

“Well, I still have SOME mind reading powers. For instance I can tell what you’re thinking now.” Elessar leaned forward and kissed Molly.

“Really?” questioned Molly raising one eyebrow. “What am I thinking?” she smiled coyly as she sank into his arms.

“Something like this..” Elessar embraced Molly as the couple rolled over again.

Molly watched Elessar’s newly mortal eyes as they seemed to survey her. She could almost feel his stare caress her, as though he was visually taking stock and cataloguing in his mind every part of her. Her heartbeat accelerated and her breaths grew shallow. It was like staring into the eyes of a wild beast; hungry and possessive, ready to devour her completely. But when he touched her, his hands were soft. He caressed her stomach like she was a fragile piece of porcelain, and he bent over suckling her nipple gently, lightly flicking the aching tip with his tongue. Elessar’s mortal self was a virgin so he was experiencing these sensations for the first time.

His touch made Molly shiver, those gentle caresses contrasting so much with his fierce eyes. Her slender fingers brushed through his hair and across his human skin. Molly closed her eyes and reveled in sensation; his soft lips worshiping her breasts, his strong hands lightly brushing her sensitized flesh. She traced the contours of his new human body, felt his curly black hair, and brushed his nipples delighting in the velvety texture of his skin, absorbing his warmth and his strength. She was surrounded by him; his new scent, his powerful body, his hot mouth worshiping her breasts, his large hands caressing her.

Molly felt his lips on hers again and she moaned into his mouth wrapping her arms about him, pulling him close. His skin teased her nipples, his erection pressed between their bodies, the moisture of his arousal hot against her belly. She pulled him even closer, pressing her body into his. She needed him to be closer; deep inside of her.

She pushed him off of her and he willingly rolled onto his back. Rising up on her knees and straddling his hips, Molly took a moment to survey Elessar as a human.

His body was almost hairless…except for the hair on his eyebrows and his head. Molly ran her hands along his chest, following them with her lips, memorizing every muscle, every taste and smell. His flesh was like warm velvet against her lips.

Molly took his turgid cock in her hands, and once again stared in amazement at his size. Her fingers could barely wrap around it, and yet, inside of her he felt just right. Her tongue snaked out, sampling the taste of his arousal again; salty and somehow spicy. He groaned as she licked him, tasting him, feeling his texture on her tongue; smooth, hot.

“Molly!” he groaned when her mouth enveloped him, his hips jumping off the bed in need. She suckled him, running her tongue around the head, taking him deep into her mouth and down into her throat. She couldn’t get enough of him; she wanted to devour him, every ounce of him. Her hand cupped his balls rubbing them as she bobbed her head slowly up and down. He reached out and brushed her hair to the side. She could tell he was watching her, it was driving him crazy, he was losing it.

“Stop!” he gasped, reaching out and pulling her up his body.

Before he could protest more, she locked her mouth over his, letting him taste himself on her tongue. Her chestnut brown hair tumbled about her shoulders and over their faces, shrouding them in a silky curtain even as their tongues mated fiercely. Elessar moaned into her mouth and wrapped his arms about her body, his large hands caressed her hips and her breasts. The more she kissed him, the more her body throbbed with need and slowly her control, her desire to tease and tantalize his body like he’d done to her, slipped away. Molly needed him.