Aleixo
a
demon guardian story
Written by Jessica Coulter Smith
© 2010, Jessica Coulter Smith
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, businesses, and incidents are from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual places, people, or events is purely coincidental.
Cover by KitCat Designs
WHP Liquid Heat Line
Published on Smashwords by Wild Horse Press
Stories in the WHP Liquid Heat line are not for the faint of heart. These stories will all have a paranormal element (vampires, werewolves, witches) and will include hot, erotic sex – which could include BDSM, sex toys, graphic language, and violence.
One
My name is Aleixo and I’m a demon, a guardian demon to be exact. Dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin… we all resemble one another somewhat, and carry the same intricate tattoos, winding down from our necks, down our arms, and covering our torsos. Each guardian demon has a charge to watch over, and it’s always a woman. I’ve never figured that part out. Demons, particularly Tinta Demons, are a lusty bunch. Having sex several times a day is pretty much a necessity, so placing hot, young women in our care doesn’t make much sense, and yet that’s precisely what’s done.
Monica. That’s my charge’s name, and while she isn’t as troublesome as some, she still gets herself into trouble. Usually the trouble involves men. She has the worst taste in men! Drug addicts, alcoholics, and this last asshole were abusive. He hadn’t done more than slap her so I’d let her be, hoping she would learn a lesson, but the moment he crosses the line then everything changes.
Recently one of the Tinta Demons fell for his charge. We weren’t sure what would happen when Bale had sex with Alia, and the fact he’d fallen in love with her was even more puzzling. But for some reason, nothing happened. We had thought for certain a higher-level demon or Lucifer himself would object; possibly even banish Bale to the lowest level of hell, but so far, they hadn’t done a damn thing.
Alia had even been down to hell. Bale had taken her to his apartment, more than once, and still nothing had happened. It had made the rest of us wonder about our charges. If Monica didn’t have a boyfriend, I might have been tempted to seduce her.