Demon Chronicles: This Enchanted Demon by Cynthia Sax

This Enchanted Demon

by Cynthia Sax Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-627-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Theme(s): Magic, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Series: Demon Chronicles

Length: Novella

Page Count: 38

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Blurb:
To save his sister, Augustine has to bond with a vessel. He approaches the sorceress shielding the vessels, expecting a decrepit old crone. What he finds is a beautiful woman with a fondness for exhibitionism and a sexual appetite to match his own.
Gloriana isn't a sorceress. She's a vessel, her true identity hidden from demons by the magic pendant she wears. Knowing the risks of bonding without love, she refuses to settle for anything less, even if it means losing the demon she adores to the vessel he needs.
Excerpt:
This Enchanted Demon
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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Tonight, she seduced a demon.
As nothing made a cock harder than anticipation, Gloriana had delayed this meeting with Augustine for two long weeks. The big demon had watched her, hunted her. He thought she was unaware of his presence, but she had been aware, achingly aware, and this evening she planned to put on a show Augustine would never forget, ending her self-inflicted sexual frustration.
Gloriana wandered through her spacious one-bedroom apartment, flicking off lights, shrouding the viewing area in darkness, leaving shadows for her demon to lurk in. Her sole spotlight was the reading lamp positioned above her favorite chair.
As she moved, she stripped away her clothes, leaving a trail of silk and cotton on the thick carpet, and she placed her biggest vibrator -- custom-made in vivid purple -- on the side table before she sank into the over-stuffed recliner, the brown leather soft under her bare ass. Her preparations complete, she hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing her already moist pussy, and she waited.
She didn't have to wait long. There was a quiet snick of the front door closing, and the swish of rustling fabric as he moved through the hallway into the living room.
Gloriana cupped her breasts, lifting and fondling them, the amulet she always wore attached to the flesh between, the silver reflecting the light. She heard Augustine's intake of breath, a deep rasp in the silence, and his reaction excited her. She pinched her tightened, aching nipples, pulling on them, causing waves of pleasure to radiate from her chest. His demon eyes glowed purple with arousal, ratcheting hers higher.
Every day she had teased him, hiking up an already short skirt as she entered her car, exposing her long legs and the curve of her ass on a busy street corner, or flashing him a bare breast while she shopped for groceries.
Exhibitionism aroused her, but she also wanted Augustine to hunger for her, as he was now, his breathing strained, his cock hard under those black dress pants. She allowed her hands to slowly drift down her stomach, her fingertips playing with the silver hoop piercing her belly button before palming her cleanly shaven mons. She rubbed and squeezed, showing him she liked her sex raw and rough, as he did.
Although they had never met, Gloriana was aware of Augustine's large sexual appetites, having followed the handsome demon's antics for over a century. When he had announced his quest to find a vessel, she knew he would track a newly bonded vessel back to her protective services. When he did, they'd meet, a collision of two highly sexed beings, and it was inevitable that they would fuck.
Gloriana stroked her pussy, spreading her folds so he could see her tight hole. Even his human cock would fill that hole completely, and with his great demon strength, he would ram into her again and again. She mimicked his fucking with her hand, forcing her pussy to take all four of her fingers, and she writhed under her own assault, rubbing her ass against the leather chair, the friction warming her skin, the musk of her juices permeating the air. Her finger-fucking felt good, yet it wasn't enough. She needed more, so she reached for her vibrator. She didn't turn it on, as Augustine's deep gulps of breath excited her. She rubbed the tip over her clit, caressing that sensitive nub until she moaned with pleasure.
The vibrator still wasn't enough. Gloriana wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than Augustine's big cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but fucking the demon was risky. If he shifted, he would have the vessel he desired above all else, rendering him unbeatable in battle, and she would have a future filled with maddening pain, bonded for all eternity to a demon she didn't love. She'd take that risk, because that was how much she wanted him.
"I could use my vibrator, or I could use your cock. It is your choice, Augustine." She kept her voice light and teasing, unwilling to express her need for him, as Augustine was a clever demon, and he would use her need to manipulate her.
"How do you know my name, witch?" He stepped forward into the light. His black hair shone, his tanned face showed signs of strain, and his big body was tight and hard with lust.
Augustine's clipped tone said he didn't want to desire her, and Gloriana gave him a slow sensual smile, tormenting him more. "I prefer sorceress." But she was neither witch nor sorceress. She pumped the vibrator deeper into her pussy, causing the purple synthetic material to glisten with her juices, her body humming with both her arousal and the expectation of more. "What is your preference? Do you want to watch me fuck myself, or do you prefer to do the fucking?" She shifted, raising her ass to the height of his groin, signaling her own preference.
"You don't even know me."
"And you don't know me."
He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.
Her mouth fell open. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock was huge and hard, the tip tinged purple. She licked her suddenly dry lips. "We'll be two strangers sharing a cold, anonymous fuck. No foreplay, no sweet words, Augustine." She spread her legs wider in order to accommodate his girth. "I can take everything you give me." It would be rough. She'd taunted him mercilessly. He wasn't a demon to be toyed with.
"Good." His hands curled around her hips, his rough fingers digging into her skin, warmth spreading from his contact. "Because I can't be gentle..."
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Demon of Convenience by Cynthia Sax

Demon of Convenience
by Cynthia Sax
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-536-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Demon Chronicles
Length: Novella
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Blurb:

Mina has to bond with a demon. In return for his permanent protection, she will offer him unlimited power. When she asks her best friend for help, Taurinus -- a deadly assassin -- arrives instead.
Mina is horrified by the last minute substitution, but she is running out of time and has no other choice. She resigns herself to a passionless bonding of convenience… until one kiss changes everything.
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Demon of Convenience
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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Papers rustled behind her, and Mina stiffened. She was being followed. She'd felt the presence since she left the museum. She pivoted swiftly on her heels, scanning her surroundings. The street was dark and deserted, the streetlights flickering like candles in the wind. Shadows stretching across the pavement created convenient hiding places. Although she didn't see him, she knew he was there.
There were five blocks to cover until she reached her apartment building. She turned and walked with purpose, her boots clipping on the sidewalk. Yesterday, she had called for Augustine. When her friend arrived, they'd bond. He'd have the rare vessel he searched for, rendering him nearly invincible. She'd have his protection. All she had to do was survive until he arrived.
The sense of being watched intensified until she fancied she felt his cool breath on the back of her neck. There was no waiting for Augustine. Time had run out. Mina pulled a gun out of her purse. He was behind her. She spun around, aimed, and --
The gun was twisted out of her hands, and the unused clip released. It clinked on the asphalt. "A Glock, little one?" Glacial blue eyes warmed with amusement. "How do you plan to stop an ice demon with a Glock?"
Taurinus was here. She was safe. Tension eased from her shoulders. Taur might be an ice demon, a cold-blooded assassin, and an all around bad being, but he'd never hurt her, not unless someone paid him to.
She tilted her head back as she studied his impassive face. His hair was snow white, and his skin was paler than a vampire's. He was handsome and deadly and disruptive to her composure. "Do I need to stop you?" He stood close to her. Although he radiated cold, Mina felt a wave of exciting heat cascade over her. "Are you on a job, Taur?"
His lips twisted, and his eyes iced over. "Augustine said you needed protecting."
It took her a moment to understand the implication. "He's not coming." It was her fault. If she'd mentioned who or what she was, he would have rushed to her side, but she hadn't been brave enough to even whisper that damning word, fearing the unwanted attention of other demons.
"No, he's not. He's busy," was Taur's weak explanation. He nonchalantly stuck her emptied gun in the inside pocket of his long coat. There was the tinkle of metal on metal. Augustine's friend collected weapons. Mina didn't know why he wanted hers. It was a common Glock. "I am here instead."
"To take his place." To bond with Taur would be like chaining herself to a block of ice, a controlling block of ice. A trickle of moisture dripped down her spine. Did she have a choice? It was either bond with Taur or with a complete stranger.
"Yes." He crossed his massive arms, looking even more unapproachable than he usually did.
Taur didn't know what he had signed up for. His entire world would change with this assignment. "I have to think about this." She couldn't make such a decision immediately. Mina turned and walked away, heading home.
Taur trailed after her. She couldn't hear him. For a large demon, he was as silent as a cat shifter. He had no scent and he slipped through the darkness like a phantom. The only reason she knew he was close was because she felt it in the depths of her being. It was as though he stamped his possession all over her consciousness.
Augustine would want to control her powers and that was all. He didn't want her physically or emotionally. He wouldn't be jealous, and once the awkward initial bonding was completed, he'd allow her to find sexual release elsewhere. Their relationship would be open with no strings attached.
It wouldn't be that way with Taur, Mina knew. She was the ultimate weapon and he wouldn't be able to resist adding her to his arsenal. Then, he would own her. He wouldn't allow another being to touch her. She would never be desired. Mina traced the outline of the pendant hidden underneath her cotton blouse. She would never be loved.
"Why are four demons tracking you?" Taur's hand brushed over her lower back. She felt his touch down to her toes.
"They want to fuck me." She was deliberately blunt.
He snorted. "Right." His sarcasm cut her.
"Look." She turned. Her nose smacked into his chest. That was how close he was following her. She breathed in. She was wrong about him having no scent. He smelled of crisp spearmint and hard man. "You may not find me attractive but others do."
She stepped away from him. His arms strapped around her waist, pulling her back. "Who says I don't find you attractive?" They stared at each other. Mina saw the hairline cracks in his ironclad control. They both frightened and aroused her.
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