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  The sky was lightening now, the rose colored fingers of dawn stretching across the wide open ocean sky. Michael, human once more, lay across her lap on the blanket she had brought up on deck from the cabin below. His breathing was smooth and deep now, not labored as it had originally been. Amber smoothed the raven black hair on his forehead, running her fingers through it.

  Fador stood behind the captain’s wheel and looked out to sea. He no longer clutched at his stomach, but stood straight. His expression, when she turned toward him to see it, was unreadable to her. Michael stirred in his sleep, but lay still when she went back to stroking his head.

  “We were cursed centuries ago.”

  “By who?”

  “The white wolf. Remember what I said before, about Michael and I being wolf hunters?”

  Amber met his eyes and nodded.

  “I remember. You used to hunt to feed your family.”

  “That was before we encountered that damned wolf. That day… the wolf lead us deep into the woods. We shot at it, both of us, but there was no stopping it. It attacked me. The next thing I knew, I was covered in my own blood, laying on the ground beside Michael. I should have been dead. We both should have been, as much blood as we lost. And… I knew.”

  “Knew…? Knew what?”

  Fador paused, looking away out to sea, seemingly looking back across time and space to that night, so long ago.

  “I knew I would live as long as the wolves survived. I knew that I’d been cursed to guard the same animals I used to hunt for sport. And I knew I would never be able to live among humans again. We were cast out of our own village when they saw us, covered in blood like we were, still able to walk. We’ve been alone ever since, Michael and I….”

  “How are you so sure it was a curse? It brought you to me….”

  He turned sharply at that. Shock was written across his face and Amber wondered what in the world had made her say something so stupid. Of course he wouldn’t see that as a reason for all the suffering he’s been through.

  “I… I’m just saying… well, what if the wolf did what he did because he knew you two were the best men for the job? My grandmother always said, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Maybe you two were chosen and blessed, not cursed. Eternal life and health sounds pretty good to me. Lots of people would give anything for that.”

  Michael stirred in her lap again and when she looked down she meet his clear blue gaze. I would never have met them if they hadn’t met that white wolf first. They would have died a long time ago. If I hadn’t been abducted by accident…. The thought that she would never have even known of their existence seemed more like the curse to her.

  “I think…” Fador’s voice broke and trailed off, but he was staring intently at her when she looked up to him.

  “I think you may just be right. In all this time… we’ve never met anyone like you. You’re different in so many ways Amber.” He glimpsed down at Michael a moment before continuing. “You’re the mother of Michael’s baby.”

  “What? How— how could you possibly know that?”

  A smile touched his lips.

  “I am a wolf, my dear. We both smelled the change in you as soon as it happened. You’re the only woman who has ever become pregnant by either of us.”

  Pregnant! It was a shock, but thinking back she realized it shouldn’t have been. She’d dismissed her nausea as hunger and nerves. A baby. I’m actually going to have a baby.

  “So, what happens now?”

  “I guess that’s up to you. We’ll understand if you want to go home. I… we were just hoping you might stay with us.”

  You can never truly go home. Amber looked down at Michael and could tell the look in his eye was askance. Fador, when she returned his gaze, looked scared, but hopeful. Scared I’ll say no? Try as she might, when she looked to her heart, she found no desire to be anywhere except with the two of them. I’m where I belong. They are my home now.

  “I hear they’re still shooting wolves over in Colorado.”

  Amber buried her face in Michael’s hair and felt Fador wrap his strong arms around her to hold her tight.

  “You’re sure?”

  She smiled into his face, lifting hers for a kiss that set Michael to growling jealously. She laughed.

  “I’m sure that if either of you wants to get some practice in for the next baby, you’d better meet me down below in five or less.” She laughed out loud as both men scrambled to their feet and tried to beat each other down to the cabin.

  The End

  The Devil’s Muse

  By

  Nicole Ash

  © copyright by Nicole Ash, 2013

  This is a work of fiction. Previously published under the title Dark Carnival, this story has been lengthened and revised. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

  “Are you hungry?” His voice sounded harsher to him than he had intended, a fact punctuated by the wordless stare she sent his way. Several moments passed before he finally became irritated with her silence and gawking. Hell’s fire, hasn’t she ever seen a demon before? It struck him like a blow that she likely never had. There were so very few left now …. He shook his head in annoyance.

  “Are … you … hungry? You do speak Anglish, yes?” This said sarcastically, as he shook the food at her. He wanted to shack something else at his. His cock agreed. It was not at all bothered by her silence and continued to press his loincloth outward.

  She blinked several times. It seemed that she finally realized he was speaking to her.

  “Uhm y-yes.”

  He walked closer to her with the loaf of bread and goat’s cheese in hand. Her body tensed and he could smell the acrid scent of her fear. When he was only a few inches away from her he knelt down and placed a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. When her brilliant green eyes focused on his face, he asked, “Yes, what?”

  This time she looked up at him as though he had just grown a third horn in the middle of his brow.

  “P-pardon?” she asked with a slight effrontery that amused him.

  “I asked you if you were hungry and you said yes, and I asked you yes what?” he repeated as though he were speaking to a child. The look she gave him would have made him laugh out loud if he wasn’t so determined to ravage her.

  “Yes please?” She gave him a look that said she wondered if he had lost complete control of his senses, and he wondered that to himself briefly. This was not the sort of behavior he normally engaged in. He was a demon, not a rapist, and human women had always come willingly to bed with any demon.

  Probably why human men are so determined to kill us all. It was a natural part of every demon, something they all took full advantage of when the opportunity presented itself. Their sexuality was contagious. Of course, in his experience it had always brought more trouble than anything else, but he was finding himself thankful for it this time. In spite of her outward reactions to him, he could smell her heady arousal and it was only making it harder to control himself.

  She shifted her eyes from his face and stared at the two black horns that protruded from either side of his temple and curled around like the horns of a ram.

  “No.” He purposely said the word with a bit of authority to get her attention back to his face. It worked and she was staring him in the eyes once again. He moved in closer so that his face was only an inch away from hers.

  “Yes Master.” His voice below a whisper, he watched her eyes widen and then roll down to stare at his full lips as though she was not sure of what she had heard. She licked her own lips and her breath quickened, causing those gorgeous tits to heave up and down seductively. He tilted his head to the side moving to run his hot tongue across her bow shaped lips. He felt her shiver, but not with fear. He inhaled her arousal deeply, closing his eyes and savoring it.

  “You see, sweet, if you are t
o remain here with your familiar …. ” He paused deliberately to gage her reaction. Her expression turned to worry and she creased her brow in questioning. As I suspected. The Tanuki truly is bound to her, then.

  “—then you will see to every need and want I may have.” He looked her straight in the eye. The look on her face was a strange mixture of shock and arousal. It was a reaction he had anticipated.

  “I –I … what if I refuse?” Her voice was shaky, more than a little breathless. Loki stood abruptly, causing her to fall backwards and she struggled to get back to a sitting position. He strode to a small table and laid the bread and cheese down. He then walked slowly back to her, holding the tether in his hands. Her eyes locked on it, intense and glazed with lust, following every move he made as he returned to her. Even though she tried to hide her attraction to him, he knew she was tuned in to his sexual allure.

  “If you refuse, I’ll simply leave you tied up at the nearest town and hope your Tanuki lives long enough to do me some good.”

  The look she gave him said everything. That was not an option she was willing to risk. No, of course she wouldn’t. Not knowing he’ll probably die. That twinge of guilt ran through him again, but he quashed it.

  He knelt once again in front of her and pulled out a knife from his belt. She gasped, but relaxed when he started to cut off the ropes binding her feet and hands. After he cut off the bindings, he moved back with the collar in his hand and stood.

  “What is your name?”

  “Release me and my familiar, faun. We haven’t done anything to deserve any of this.”

  Faun! Now he was annoyed.

  “I am not a faun. I’m a demon. By the gods, woman, can’t you tell the difference?”

  The blank stare she gave him told him all he needed to know, and he gritted his teeth.

  “A faun is half goat.” He gestured at his bottom half and her eyes followed the movement, coming to rest on the upright bulge of his cock.

  “I—”

  “Do I look half goat to you?” He stood and pulled his loincloth to the side, allowing his cock, which was now face-high to her, to jump out completely. He reveled in her wide-eyed stare and his cock twitched several times.

  “Does this in any way remind you of anything less than a bull?” He dropped the cloth back over it. He could hardly suppress a devilish grin as she squirmed and he smelt the rush of her juices. It was hard to tell at this point which of them was more turned on.

  “Now, your name.”

  “Celeste.”

  “Celeste.” He said her name and it felt sweet on his tongue. “I am Loki. You, however, will refer to me as Master.” At first she looked up at him incredulously.

  “May I …May I have some nourishment … Master.”

  Loki could have sworn he heard a slight bit of sarcasm but decided to dismiss it.

  “No.” She gave him another incredulous look. Obviously she had expected him to say yes. He smirked evilly, “No, my needs must be met first.”

  She gasped. “Your needs? I believe I will need my strength back if I am to see to your needs!” This time she didn’t bother to hide the sarcasm from her voice. His cock grew impossibly thicker and harder. She was a trial, this one, but he had always embraced a good challenge.

  “Yes, my needs … and my need is for you to remove every item of clothing from your body,” he stated with a sly grin as he moved closer to her and squatted so that they were eye level to each other. “I want you as naked as the day your mother birthed you.” His voice was thick with desire. He bent his head forward and placed a feathery kiss on her lips. They were soft and impossibly sweet, intoxicating. He had to force himself to pull back. “Now, strip!”

  * * * *

  The beast before her towered over her by at least a foot and was powerfully built. With the exception of his dark red skin, he was similar to a human man from the waist up. He was far more powerfully built than any man she had ever laid eyes on, but he was still human-like. His arms and chest were contoured with rippling muscle but his stomach had muscles she had never seen before on any other man. She fought the urge to brush her fingers across them.

  Definitely not a faun. They were known for being cheerful little men with the bottom half of a small goat, but there was nothing cheerful about this creature. Or small. Why did I assume …? It might well have been wishful thinking. Demons were known not only for their sexuality, but for their cunning. A faun would have been fairly easy to escape from.

  A faun wouldn’t have captured either of us. But, at least then there would have been a kinder side to him, something I could appeal to for mercy. Demons weren’t known for their compassion.

  Her gaze fell to the lower part of his body, which was indeed similar to that of a black bull. He wore a red and black leather loincloth, which only served to highlight the erection he obviously had with her in mind. She squirmed at that thought as her gaze lighted on the bulge that massive member created.

  By the Gods …. He was the most attractive being she had ever encountered and her body reacted to him with an aching need she had never before felt, even with the men she had previously bedded. Rationally, she knew this had to be part of a demon’s natural allure, the spell every human woman fell under when they encountered one, but in the back of her mind she wondered if there wasn’t more to it than that. A spell, perhaps?

  Get a hold of yourself Celeste! She tore her eyes away and forced her gaze downward, over the ring of long black hair encircling his cloven hooves to the cloth he had spread over the ground inside his tent, then back up again. She tried to take in all the details, looking for the flaws so she could focus on them and get her mind off the sexual thoughts it seemed so intent to focus on. He stood tall and proud on his hoofed feet – another contrast from a mere faun. They tended to crouch slightly when upright. The leather belt he wore crisscrossed over his chest and held a variety of small pouches and knives. Celeste noticed that the bulge in his loincloth seemed to have grown impossibly larger. She swallowed hard. Nothing imperfect to focus on, but she did manage to kick her mind into gear.

  “Strip?”

  He moved to stand directly in front of her and she forced her eyes off his genital area and up to his face. She became transfixed by the stormy depths of his onyx eyes. His long black hair hung loose around his shoulders. The horns on his head sprouted through the thick curls just over each of his temples and twisted out and back in a spiral. His square jaw was strong and his brow dark and brooding. If she had to describe him she would not think him handsome in the traditional way, but more rugged and very compelling.

  He looks like a devil. Or a God.

  Celeste shook her head to clear the thoughts from her mind. She was gawking at him and actually assessing his physical prowess, as if she were contemplating asking him to join her for a Sunday stroll through the meadow to pick violet blossoms and yellow lilies. Yipp was right. She needed to start seeking some male company. Human male. Provided she and Yip made it out of this alive. That thought sobered her somewhat and she felt the fog in her mind lift a little.

  “Yes, strip. I’m not a patient man. I will remove your clothes myself if that is what you wish.” Loki smiled wickedly as his eyes settled once again on her full cleavage. He reached out with the leather collar she’d seen him bring in earlier and clasped it around her neck. He then stepped back, wrapping the end of the leash around his fist, and pulled. The motion jarred her forward and she landed on all fours.

  “Good girl.” He stepped around behind her before she could right herself and began to untie her corset.

  “No!” She tried to jump up, but the hand he planted on her back held her in place and prevented the movement. She threw her head back and caught the smirk he gave her over her shoulder. It made her want to gnaw his hoofs off. She had to distract him from this, had to distract herself from it. This can’t be happening. With the throbbing in her nether regions, her body told her it wanted this to happen, but mentally she was still determined
to fight it.

  “I— if I remove my clothing will I be able to eat?”

  He stared down at her, directly into her eyes, but did not answer.

  “I said, may I eat if I take off all my clothes?” she asked a bit louder this time, in case he hadn’t heard or understood her. Again, he simply stared at her but made no attempt to answer her question. Well this is wonderful, a demon with a hearing problem. She cleared her throat and almost shouted.

  “Can I eat if I take off my clothes!” His lips quirked a bit, as if he were trying to hold back a chuckle, but just as quickly his expression turned dark.

  “Do you think of nothing other than your belly, woman? No. You may not eat until you refer to me with the proper respect.”

  Celeste hadn’t the slightest idea what in God’s kingdom he was talking about. She mulled over his words, repeating them over and over again in her mind. Suddenly, it occurred to her what he wanted her to say. She had the feeling her real Master would be terribly displeased at her using that word in that way, and wondered fleetingly if she would ever even see him again. Celeste rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, speaking through clenched teeth.

  “Master, may I have something to eat if I remove all my clothes?”

  Loki raised a thick black eyebrow. “Perhaps, but my needs are not so easily quenched.” He unwound the tether from around his hand and walked over to a large palate on the floor, plopping down and placing the cheese and bread next to himself. He leaned back on his elbow, reached over and plucked a piece of cheese and a chunk of bread, eating them in front of her. Once he had swallowed the morsel of food, he brought his thumb and forefinger to his lips and licked them. Celeste stared at him, her eyes focused on the way his black tongue swirled seductively over each digit before he put them in his mouth and sucked them clean. He tilted his head to the side studying her reaction for a moment then tugged the leash, letting her know he was growing weary of waiting for her to strip.