Love (Alisa: 01) by Ilveris

Love (Alisa: 01)

Ilveris, Demon, Fox, Love, M/F, Magic, Vaginal, Violence, Virgin, Wolf

#1 of Alisa

Note from the Author:

Graphic sex ahead along with blood and violence. Nothing too serious in my opinion but thou art warned. This is my first foray into the world of literature, at least, the first foray I'll let anyone else read.

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â -Ilveris

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â [email protected]

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She extinguished the final candle, plunging the room into darkness. The small stone room with no door had been her sanctuary for decades. The room contained a simple wooden desk, a few small bookshelves filled with musty old tomes, and a small bed which lay in one of the corners. The chamber was deep beneath the earth and had no physical connection with the surface. Alisa had never met the creator of this place or ever learned its purpose. She had come across it purely by chance one day while walking through the woods. She had sensed the variations in the earth beneath her and when she discovered the long abandoned room, she had made it her own. Though the room was completely and utterly dark, Alisa could see well enough. As a demon, there was no darkness which could blind her fully. Alisa stood silently in the room, staring at its meager contents. Her few possessions. Alisa was centuries old and these few things were all that she had beyond herself to show for it. She would not miss leaving it behind. She cared not for such things. Still, she had grown restless the last few decades. She found herself questioning her existence. She had no purpose.

Mortals viewed the accumulation of material wealth as a scale on which one's life could be measured. By that scale, her life had little value. Demons sought one thing. Power. Mindless, low ranking demons were responsible for nearly all of the knowledge mortals had of her kind. The foolish, worthless beasts would clamber into a house and attack the master in his sleep. Higher demons, such as herself, usually sought power in a more intelligent fashion. Some aggressively and while others not so much.

By those terms, Alisa's life had more worth. For much of her life she too had sought power. Not aggressively, but patiently. She bided her time, watching for any mortal witch or magical tome which could make her stronger. When she found one and the opportunity to strike arose, she would take what she needed and vanish into the night. Over the centuries, she had grown quite strong for a demon of her type. The problem was why? She had felt the urge to gather power, and she still did, but why? She had no desire to use it nor a reason to gather it. She had been thinking about such things more and more as of late. It were these thoughts that had caused her to pursue power less and less. Her life had no meaning. This did not bother her. What drove her thoughts to the meaning of her life was instead that she knew she should be bothered by it. Mortals and demons alike would be troubled by a lack of meaning in their life. She had tried for decades to find meaning, but she never could. It seemed, at least to her, that all creatures existed just for the sake of existing. If her life had no meaning, then her death would also be of little consequence, and so she had no fear of it.

Thus, she planned to die. This very night. The loss of a meaningless life would be inconsequential, but perhaps the death itself could have meaning. She didn't know, but she intended to find out.

Alisa had fallen in love. Her urge to gather power, while fading, would still grow steadily until, every few years, she would be driven to find and acquire more. It was with that intent, two years ago, that she had set out on a journey traversing the wooded forests of the country above. She had come across a mortal sorcerer by the name of Essidus. She had been drawn to his power as she had been drawn to power many times before. A ghostly white fox in his mid-twenties and practitioner of dark arts. She'd watched him carefully for a time, stalking her prey. Learning about his strengths and weaknesses. Essidus lived well for a mortal off a store of wealth which she learned he had acquired from an enemy he had slain when he was quite young. He spent his days reading and rarely called upon his skills. The infrequency of his skillful displays dissuaded her from choosing him as an immediate target. She would not strike at someone without being quite sure of their capabilities, and it would take a lot of observation to catch enough of his rare displays of power to know just what those capabilities were. Instead she fulfilled her urges elsewhere, slaying a young feline boy who was just beginning to dabble in the arcane.

She watched Essidus carefully for years. She knew much of his personal life. He had no siblings and his parents were long since dead. He cared a great deal for his familiar, a cat sized, black, winged fox named Moonlight. He had enemies. His true skill could only be observed in his encounters with these enemies for he called on it at no other time. He had slain several over the last few years, but his greatest enemies remained. Essidus was quite aggressive and actively sought confrontation, though they seemed to be giving him a wide berth. Whether or not they would ever directly confront one another was unclear. Mortal societal maneuvering had never been of interest to her, and so she was quite inexperienced in her observations. Demons would never avoid each other in such fashions. Now, years later, Alisa was still unsure as to the full extent of his power... but she was sure that she now had feelings for him. She had fallen in love with the mortal. Or at least she believed she had. She didn't know if her kind was truly capable of love. Perhaps what she felt was not the same thing mortals felt. She expected she would never know, for her time was short. She would go to him on the night of the new moon. Tonight. He would slay her. Mortals knew that magic drew the attention of the demonic. She was his enemy... and while if she tried, she knew she could strike him down, she had no intention of doing so. She intended to show herself to him. Perhaps her love was real. Perhaps being with him, even if only possible in her death, would make it real... and then her death might have meaning.

She had come to the decision a few days ago, when overwhelmed with an emotion she did not understand, she had killed an enemy of Essidus who had been planning to attack him later that night. She had never before slain someone without reason. She had never before protected a mortal. She so rarely felt emotion. Her actions that night had surprised her greatly and thus the decision was made. Alisa glanced down at herself. Her form was that of a wolf with pale blue fur, an odd coloring which clearly identified her as not of this world. Her hair was a darker blue, long and straight, reaching down to her waist. Her eyes were a bright sky blue. To cover her form, she usually wore simple black pants, a shirt, and a cloak which concealed her entire body from neck to ankles, though all she wore now was the cloak.

Alisa raised her gaze and glanced about the room, which had been the closet thing she had to a home, one final time. She took a deep breath and then closed her eyes. With a thought, she stretched, reaching for him. Feeling for the mortal soul she had watched so closely, been so near, for the last two years. She found him easily, in his home. She went to him... and when she opened her eyes she found herself drifting in the dark shadows of his room. His bed but a few feet away where he lie sleeping atop the covers, wearing only his pants.

Alisa stared for a time, watching his rhythmic breathing. Even in the dark of a new moon, he was beautiful. His ghostly white fur had grown more and more beautiful to her as her love for him had grown. Alisa swallowed hard and slipped from the ethereal, becoming solid. Real. She stared, wondering if her mere physical presence would be enough to awaken him. If it was, he showed no signs. She stepped forward silently, nearing the side of his bed. His breathing stopped suddenly and his eyes opened, immediately looking to her. She became still. His eyes were a beautiful shade of gray. She could feel his apprehension. Sense it as most of her kind could. He did not move, instead his eyes darted to the sheath of a sword which lean against his nightstand table. Unafraid, Alisa took a final, slow step forward to stand beside his bed. She stared down at his beautiful form. There was no panic in him. She would feel that. Apprehension, yes... uncertainty, yes... but no panic. No terror.

She spoke in a soft, gentle voice. A voice she had not used in many, many years. "You need not fear me, Essidus..."

His gaze tightened. She felt a wave of anger and rage flash within him. Suspicion "How is it you know my name?" He replied coldly.

She did not immediately reply. Words did not come easily to her. She had not spoken in such a long time and even then, she had not spoken with any regularity since her childhood centuries ago. Words did not concern her. She was near him... and that's what mattered. She swallowed hard, feeling her own cold depths melting. Her indifference grew shaky in his presence and now, with him but inches away and aware of her presence, it was crumbling. She slid silently, slowly into bed, her eyes never leaving his. He sank back into his pillows, reaching out instinctively with his left hand for the hilt of his sword. She straddled him gently, unconcerned. The sword was beyond his reach and she was ready to die. "I have been watching you... for a very long time." She whispered. "I am no mortal lackey. I have not been sent unto you by any other."

In an instant she felt much of the anger fade away within him as he instead searched frantically for the reason of her visit. She did not know how to be tactful. It was not the way of her kind. She would instead be direct. He need only utter an incantation to slay her. Her next sentence might very well be her last. Unable to reach the sword, he braced himself instead with the nightstand, trying to push back and away from her. He was dangerous.

"I have watched you for years... and I have fallen in love with you, Essidus... you are dear to me." She reached up, unfastening the clasp of her cloak. She slipped the cloak down slowly, revealing her naked shoulders. "I can offer you desire... for I desire you as no woman can."

She lowered the cloak a little further, allowing it to fall completely, revealing her ample breasts. She felt surprise in him. Shock and further suspicion. He didn't believe her... though trust was not something that a demon craved. She reached slowly between her legs, unbuttoning his pants before taking the zipper with her fingers. Without lowering her gaze from his eyes, she lifted herself just enough to pull the zipper down slowly. She felt the first movements of his manhood within, pushing against his pants. Alisa smiled and reached gently into his clothes, finding the flesh within. He was growing hard rapidly. Her gaze drifted across his form, admiring his chest and beautiful fur. Alisa lowered herself again, pressing his manhood against her pussy. She began to rock her hips back and forth, surprised to find herself so wet. She rubbed herself against him, grinding her clit against the head of cock. She could feel the hints of pleasure already and found herself shaking. Anticipation? She was not sure... she was not accustomed to feeling emotions herself... she was far more used to sensing them in others. Her eyes drifted back to his. Her lust was growing rapidly. She lifted herself once again. Handling his manhood gently, like a treasure to be cherished, she raised his rod, sliding the tip of it into her heat. Alisa bit her lip and lowered herself slowly. Her hymen gave way with a sharp sting, eliciting a soft gasp. The pain was no deterrent to a demon, however, and she continued to lower herself. She enveloped inch after wonderful inch, savoring the gentle advances of pleasure, until she felt him nudge her womb and his entirety lay within her. She held him there, staring into his eyes, squeezing him as she whisper again. "You are my first... beloved..."

His grip on the nightstand loosened. Alisa closed her eyes, expecting death to come at last. Though after a few moments, she found herself still alive, still squeezing the meat within her. She reached up with her left hand, taking one of her own breasts in hand. She gently lifted and squeezed it as she raised her hips. She rose until only the tip of his cock remained within her before sliding back down again, taking him fully. "Ohhh..." Alisa moaned. She took a deep breath and held him tight within her, buried, savoring his cock. She reached for her nipple, plucking firmly. Alisa opened her eyes rose once more, climbing to the tip of his manhood before sinking down onto him. She repeated the process, again and again, riding him slowly. She felt him relax beneath her. His hands slid to her hips and he began to move with her gently, thrusting slowly into her as she savored his cock. With each penetration she was assaulted by jolts of pleasure. Alisa finally allowed her head to roll back and her eyes to close, moaning his name. "Essidus..."

He rose beneath her, sitting up as she ride. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, burying his face in her chest. In turn, Alisa wrapped her arms around him, savoring his touch. She slowly increased her pace, riding faster. Her breathing grew heavier until she could do little to hold back the pants. Her pleasure slowly grew with each thrust.

Alisa groaned with joyful surprise as she felt his tongue press into the fur between her breasts. Alisa arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and into his face. "Oh, Essidus..." His tongue migrated, licking and kissing her breasts as his mouth made its way to one of her nipples. He took it gently into his mouth where he suckled, tugging it into the warmth of his muzzle. Alsia dare not open her eyes. She still expected death to come at any moment. She was thankful beyond reason for every moment she was granted with him, with his mouth on her and his cock inside her, with his warm fur pressed to hers. Alisa pulled him tighter, moaning aloud, stuttering with each thrust, "Ohh... yes... I am yours..."

He raised his mouth slowly, releasing her nipple. He kissed and licked his way slowly up her breast, coming at last to her shoulder. Alisa rolled her head to the side, arching her chest into him as his mouth found its way to her throat. She offered her most vulnerable throat to him without hesitation, allowing him to continue kissing and licking. She had never felt so exposed. It frightened and exhilarated her. Her pleasure was becoming difficult to bear. She had never imagined carnal lust to be so enjoyable. Her gasps and moans were growing louder and more frequent. His teeth nipped at her shoulder. Gently at first and then again, harder, stinging. Alisa gasped, her pace becoming a frenzy of pleasure. She dare not open his eyes. She sensed the intent to kill within him. She wasn't sure when he had decided, she had been too distracted, but he did intend to kill her. It was of no concern to her, she knew long before she came that he would. She moaned his name again, ready to die. "Essidus, ohhh... yes... yes... I love you... I can desire you... as... no other woman can..."

His teeth came again, harder, piercing her flesh. She cried out, "Ohhh, Essidus...! Please... yes... I am yours... mind, body, and soul... no woman will ever desire you so much as to offer her very life to you... take me.."

His tongue pressed firmly against the wound, lapping. He tasted her blood. She felt the walls of her pussy spasm at the thought of her blood in his mouth. She mewed loudly, thrusting against him harder as she begged, "Yes... please... more, allow me to die in your arms..."

She closed her eyes as his jaws struck again. His teeth sank into her shoulder, hard and slow. He was savoring it. She screamed as her pleasure reached near cataclysmic levels. She felt warmth pouring down her chest, onto her breasts. Unable to resist any longer, she opened her eyes, looking down at him with his teeth still in her. His beautiful white fur was stained with the crimson which pour down her chest. She reached between them, stroking the blood between her breasts, rubbing it into her fur and up over her nipples. She thrust against him harder, throwing her breasts against him, wanting her blood on him. "...my blood is yours..." she moaned. She felt one of his hands ride up her back. He forcefully took her hair in his hand and pulled her head back, arching her neck. She felt his teeth strike again, sinking into her throat this time. She pressed forward as best she could in his group, forcing herself further into his jaws. She reached up with her bloody hand, bringing it gently to his face. From the corner of her eye, she watched as she smeared her blood on his face. The sight of which was enough to push her over the edge. She screamed at the top of her lungs only to have him force her silence with the closing of his jaw.

She tried to whisper his name, but was unable. With her free hand Alisa dug her claws into his back, holding him close, pressing herself into his mouth while she cradled his face with her other hand. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body as she exploded in a forced silence, unable to moan. Alisa quivered in ecstasy as she felt her blood slicken her fur, finally flowing down between her thighs. The wounds and orgasm were robbing her of her strength. She began to ride slower, but not by choice. She closed her eyes, enjoying one final burst of pleasure as she felt him cum, shooting his warmth deep inside her. Alisa tried to open her eyes, but couldn't. She could feel him sucking at her neck, lapping and swallowing as he drank of her blood. She could feel her life bleeding away, flowing into his mouth and down her fur... but she had found meaning at the end. Joy. Love. She was grateful... to die in the hands of her love. She was grateful. Centuries of demonic life to end like this. She thought it ironic.

As her life began to fade, Essidus finally released her throat, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through her neck. He spoke, whispering something. Incantations perhaps, but she was to near death to hear anything but a murmur. Alisa collapsed against him, happy to feel his warmth. She welcomed death.*** ** ***

Alisa awake slowly. At first she lay unmoving. Her throat and shoulder ached with pain. Then she remembered what had happened. She sat up slowly, surprised to find herself alive. She was alone, covered in blood and still in the room of her love. It was night. She lay on the blood soaked sheets she had made love in not too long ago. She was naked but for a chain shackle which bound her left ankle to the foot of the bed. She reached down, tugging at the metal. It was not a natural metal, for she could not pass through it. Final Thoughts:

May or may not continue this story. I'm pleased enough with the opening, however. So I'd say "All signs point toward Yes" at the moment. This story is a work of fiction. You don't have to worry about hot demon babes mounting you in your sleep. Rest easy, Friend.

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â -Ilveris

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Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Completed 2/19/2007

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