Finding the Past Part 4
By:
Selena Illyria
© 2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Paranormal

“Why is she here?” Vulcan asked looking over the sleeping Lea.
“I told you she needs to be watched,” Toryn said, eyeing Lea, trying to not notice her curves. His cock hardened, remember watching Sebastian taking her over and over, bringing her to the brink of orgasm only to stop before. He turned his gaze away. He needed to stop lusting after his brother’s wife. But he couldn’t stop looking, his eyes wandered back to her. It didn’t help that she looked like the woman he had loved so long ago. The woman he had loved and lost all due to betrayal. Sighing he turned away. He caught Cable’s glance and then looked away from his brother’s knowing glance.
Cable rose from his seat as Toryn left the room. Cable followed him grabbing hold of arm.
“Don’t say it, don’t even think it.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything except, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know.”
“But you can’t stop blaming yourself. She betrayed you.”
“I know but I can’t stop the pain nor can I help that Lea looks like her.”
“She may look like her, but she isn’t her.”
“I know.”
Tryton joined them.
“Do we have to strap her down? She looks fine now.”
“It’s for her safety.”
“Why?”
“She’s come over and over again. It could drive her mad if she isn’t already. Also, she could hurt herself or one of us, until we can figure out a way to stop this, she has to be tied down.”
The brothers were interrupted from saying anything when they heard a roar echoing through the doors.
“Sebastian’ s home,” Tryton said grinning.
“Let’s go before he tears this place apart, damn David for telling him,” Toryn said as he rushed out of the room, the brothers on his heels.
They met Sebastian in the main hall of the Stone Tower.
“Brother,” Vulcan said.
“Where is she? Where is my wife? Why did you take her?” Sebastian demanded shoving past his brothers, looking around.
“We had to take her,” Toryn said.
“No, he took her. I had nothing to do with this,” Vulcan said.
Toryn turned to him, glaring “Tattletale.”
“Better have him know now rather than later. She’s in your bedroom,” Cable said.
Sebastian rushed up the stairs, his brothers fast on his heels.
“Sebastian, something’s wrong, she’s . . . she keeps . . . coming,” Tryton said.
Sebastian stopped short causing his brothers to crash into him.
“What? What’s wrong?” Toryn asked.
Sebastian didn’t answer them, he ran toward his room, throwing back the covers, he ripped her shirt, shoving it down to expose her shoulders. He ripped off the bandages, there on her shoulder he found the puncture marks, swirling, black marks, extending their delicate tendril, stretching out; enlarging the design.
“Shit! What is that?” Toryn asked looking over Sebastian’s shoulder.
“That is the question. What the fuck did those bastards do to my wife?!?” Sebastian roared.
Sebastian started to strip off her clothes until she was naked, writhing, sweat beaded her skin. The brothers could see more swirling designs along her skin all seeming to come from her back. Sebastian rolled her over gently. They could see a larger swirling pattern on her back, writhing, reforming in different patterns.
“What is that?!?”
“I don’t know. Go find the healers, find father as well,” Sebastian ordered.
The brothers took off, Toryn was the only one left.
“Sebastian?”
“Yes, Toryn?”
“It’s good to have you back, your highness. It’s time you took the throne.”
Sebastian bowed his head.
“I know, but not without my queen.”
“I know, Sebastian. I know.”
Toryn turned and rushed out of the room leaving Sebastian and Lea alone. Reaching out he brushed away curls that had fallen in her face.
“I will help you my love. I promise,” Sebastian said. He leaned over and brushed his lips. His eyes widened when she reached up, sliding her hands into his hair, holding his head down, her lips moving over his, nibbling, sucking, when he opened his mouth to her, she slipped his tongue inside of the wet cavern of her mouth. She pulled her head away, her dark brown eyes blazing with a fire he had never seen before.
“Fuck me Sebastian, fuck me now,” She begged.
* * * * * *
19 Years ago . . .
Mr. Humphreys stared at the demon standing in the circle, long dark brown hair, flowing down his back. He stood at seven feet tall, eyes like obsidian observing his surroundings. Swirling, delicate, inky, black designs swirled over his bronzed skin, constantly shaping and reshaping its design.
“You know my terms. You summoned me here now you must pay me.”
“You want to fuck my wife?”
“I require flesh and blood, Mr. Humphreys, those are my terms. Besides you have not fucked her in a year and you are also sterile. This she doesn’t know. If you wish to have an heir, this way we can help each other.”
Mr. Humphreys paced back and forth, his mind going a mile a minute. He was successful, business was booming, he had enough high profile clients to keep in rolling in money and traveling the inner circles of the powerful, wealthy and successful for years. He also had a wife that seemed to adore but behind closed doors she loathed him, she wanted to the full picture of perfection and that picture included a child. Despite the fact that she hated his touch she tolerated having sex with him all for the sake of her goal, having a child. Running a hand over the back of his neck he turned to the demon known simply as Riken.
“Fine, fine, fuck my wife and give us a child,” Mr. Humphreys said as he leaned down, took hold of two candles and moved them out of the way. The barrier between the inside and the outside of the circle shimmered for a moment like a diamond caught in the sunlight and then vanished. Riken stepped over the remainder of the candles and breathed deeply. He smiled and turned to Mr. Humphreys.
“I promise to make it pleasurable for her. Get some loud music and earphones. It’s going to be a long night. And she will forget after it’s happened.”
Riken walked pasted him walking across the room in two steps. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine in his wake, Mr. Humphreys felt a rush of heat through his body, his stomach tightening, his cock hardening and lengthening. He reached out to cradle the bulge. He closed his eyes and sank down into his executive chair. The first thing he heard was a scream of fear followed by a moan of pleasure. Without thinking Mr. Humphreys reached for his belt, undoing it and then pulling down the tab. He shoved his pants down, slipping his hands into his boxer briefs, taking hold of his cock. He couldn’t stop himself, he was so horny. He needed release, badly. He had read the risks of summoning a demon of the second dimension but didn’t think it through; he wanted more, more power, more notoriety. He summoned him knowing the payment and yet he hadn’t thought it would lead to a demon fucking his wife. He closed his eyes and pictured them together, in his mind, so clear he could see them, intertwined grunting, thrusting against each other, faster, harder, he pumped his cock faster. All night long he saw the two of them and all night long he jerked off until the morning when Riken strolled into Mr. Humphreys’ study buttoning his shirt. “It is done,” The demon said simply. Leaning down he took the blood and the gold coins from Mr. Humphreys’ private collection. In a puff of dark brown smoke, Riken disappeared and nine months later Lea was born.