Hello peeps. Here’s the very beginning of my soon to be released paranormal romance starring one fine blue demon – Eyoen, pronounced “Yo-an” – from a star far, far away and the Earth bound singer he falls in love with, Cass.
This story is a bit different from what I usually write. It’s got more make believe for one thing, which was fun. I got to give the old imagination a kick in the pants. There’s also more story, more background, more details on character motivation, and hopefully when I finish it, a surprise plot twist. This one is more Nalini Singh than Jaid Black in type. And no, I am not daring to put myself in those exalted writers’ league…not yet. 🙂 I’m referring to subject matter.
Tackling the new material has been an interesting learning experience. I hope you enjoy reading the tale as much as I’m enjoying writing it…
WARNING: This snippet is Rated R for language.
Eyoen shuffled his feet uncomfortably. He was more than 250 years old, and his father made him feel like a pup just weaned.
“Well?” his father’s voice demanded louder. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I didn’t know she was our neighbor, father,” he said softly.
“You didn’t know that you were fucking our neighbor’s daughter?” his sire yelled. “That’s what I’m supposed to tell the man? My son defiled your oldest child, but he might not have if he’d known who she was? She hasn’t been home a full day, and he’s already preparing to send her back to the convent. The convent, Eyoen! How the hell did you manage to corrupt a virgin in less than 24 hours?”
Eyoen sighed. He’d heard that tone of disbelief so many times before. It was one of three tones he had heard from his father in his life: anger, disbelief and unremitting fury.
Carlow sighed and shook his head. “Oh, Eyoen.”
He scowled. He’d forgotten one, disappointment.
Eyoen’s head shot up, his mouth fell open in shock. Locked away from all of Cyanus? From all of the family?
“I’m being banished.”
His father sighed irritably. “Stop being so bloody dramatic! If I don’t punish you in some way I’ll have to throw your whoring ass in jail!”
“Jail! For fucking some stiff necked little wanton?” Good grief! She hadn’t been worth all this. All she’d done was lie there with a shocked look on her face, making the same sound over and over with every thrust: “Oh, oh, oh!”
She did have nice tits though. Round and firm, they’d bounced with every swing of his hips. He’d always been partial to the bounce and sway of a woman’s breasts, especially during the sex act. Her pink nipples had been sweet, he recalled. They’d budded with barely a touch, barely a look, really. And they’d pebbled like little fruit colored stones.
But being sequestered was serious business. He thought about lying, saying that he didn’t know she was a virgin. But he didn’t. One, he didn’t like lying, especially to his sire, and two, the girl had had virgin written all over her.
Hot virgin, true, but her innocence had been palpable. It was one reason he’d accepted what she offered in the first place. In his harem full of beauties, virgins were thin on the ground. He hadn’t initiated an innocent in a long while. Strange. He remembered it being more fun. Of course, the last innocent he’d had was so long ago, he knew he might be viewing the situation through a Cyani blue-colored lens.
He sighed irritably. Having your virtue stolen wasn’t the end of the world, after all. Certainly it was no small thing, but really. Sequestered! It was ridiculous. He hadn’t harmed a hair on the chit’s head. And this!
He sighed again. He wouldn’t embarrass the girl further by telling his sire it had been she who had jumped him, not the other way around. Honestly, he was a yellow blooded demon just like everyone else. What could he do when it was thrown at him? It wasn’t like there was anyone within 1,000 parishes who didn’t know that particular shade of blue skin meant royal family. Or that blue skin meant pleasure unparalleled thanks to the pheromones that turned the royal skin that shade of blue to begin with.
The little nun, former nun, he corrected himself, had been so wet, he couldn’t resist her. The scent of her arousal, the sight of those high pink breasts when she stripped off her shift. She’d had an amazing nape he recalled. He’d bitten it as he fucked her from behind.
Eyoen fell to his knees, forehead nearly touching the floor, as the wind kicked up fiercely, blowing the drapes behind his father’s throne like fabric in a gale. He began to sweat as the temperature in the throne room shot up at least 100 degrees. The water in the fountain in the center of the room began to steam along with his father’s anger, and the servants lining the walls seemed to wilt even as they produced fans and began to wave them frantically over the king’s head.
“You will be sequestered away from all but three servants until I can convince our neighbor not to demand your imprisonment. You will stay there until I call for you.”
Eyoen shivered at the warning he heard clearly despite his father’s quiet voice. Menace seemed to underlay every word.
Eyoen rose slowly to his feet and raised his eyes to his father’s. They looked so much alike. The same blue skin the color of a cornflower. The same tall muscular body, though Eyoen was a hair taller than his father’s 6’8”. Despite being the youngest he was the tallest of his six brothers, and only he shared his father’s golden yellow eyes.
“I love you, Eyoen. But you’re going to be the death of me.”
Eyoen sighed happily as his sire began to smile. He came forward slowly, respectfully, his hands folded behind his back, chin and eyes down as was proper.
“Sire,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
Suddenly Carlow laughed, his deep, beautiful voice ringing throughout the chamber and into the courtyard beyond. The heat died down as his voice caressed all of the ears nearby. The servants sighed, straightening as their flesh cooled, and they put the fronds away.
“How many times have you said that to me, imp?”
No less than a million, Eyoen thought, thinking of himself as a tiny blue demon. He’d listened to no one but his father the first 50 years of his life, and half the time hadn’t even listened to him as he ran uninhibited through the castle.
The last 200 or so years hadn’t been much different.
“Your punishment begins now.” His sire turned away, and Eyoen bowed himself from the room.
He sighed as he made his way to his apartment. Servants turned away as he passed. Until his father lifted his edict he would be unseen and unheard to all but three people, none of whom were his family or friends…