Trees surrounded us, the all glass A-frame allowing me to see everything.  My mug of hot tea steamed in my face, the urge to go pee irritating me.  Setting it down on the simple black coffee table, the black marble floor felt icy as I walked over to the only bathroom.  He was still in the shower, so he won’t see me.  Creaking the black metal door open, I sat down on the toilet.  Relief washed over me, my full bladder emptying into the porcelain bowl.  Sighing in relief, his head popped out.  Scarlet burned on his cheeks, hot water dripping off of his muscles.  Wiping really fast, I washed my hands.  Sprinting out, my mind flashed.  My thighs rubbed together, a towel only around his waist as he walked out of the bathroom.  Shaking his head, his hair was dry.  The towel dropped to the floor, his hard cock sticking up.  My breath hitched as he pinned me against the black leather couch, a lump forming in my throat.

“Did you mean to look, my lily?” He teases playfully, pulling off my black sweatshirt dress. “I think that was on purpose.”  His lips brushed every inch of my skin, his fangs tickling my neck.  Unable to control himself, he ripped my underwear off with his teeth.  

“I just needed to go pee.” I stammered awkwardly, a single claw ripping the front of my bra. “Hey that is my on-” Growling carnally in my ear, he began to nibble on my ear.  Wet, I was wet. A puddle of my juices dripped onto the floor, his fingers tracing my flat stomach.  Two fingers slid into me, a devious smile curling on his lips. 

“You are so wet, you naughty lily.” He mused wickedly, placing his head in between my legs. “I am about to blow your mind.” He winked cockily in my direction, his long tongue circling my clit.  I had touched myself before but damn.  Moans of pleasure exploded from my lips, my hand grabbing the top of his head.  

“Dean!” I screamed, his tongue gliding up my flat stomach.  Flipping me over, he bent me over the top of the couch.  A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through my body, his thick girth taking my virginity.  Blood covering his hard cock, each thrust making me want to scream some more.  My screams got louder and louder, the feeling of fangs brushing my lips giving me an idea.  The idea of me biting his neck, made my thighs rub together.  The roughness of his slap on my ass turned me on more, a sense of euphoria washing over me.  

“Call me devil.” He ordered huskily, his six foot four frame towering over me as he flipped me over. “I would love it if you bit me, my lily.”  Sliding into me, my fangs punctured my bottom lips. His lips pressed against my sensually, his tongue licking up my blood.  My fangs grazed his neck, the soft pop of his skin making my drip turn into a flood.  The taste of his blood was delicious, the freshness of strawberries pleasing my taste buds. His hot body was pressed against mine, his fingers running through my hair.  He pumped harder and faster, sending my body into a sense of euphoria.

“Faster, devil.” I groaned lustfully, his teeth sinking into my neck.  With unnatural speed, he thrust faster until he throbbed three times. Stunned out of breath, his hot seed filled me up.  Collapsing next to me, he shot me a cocky grin.  Pulling me onto his chest, the knob turned open.  Scooping me up, he sprinted up the stairs.  My heart  was pounding out of my chest, wanting him to never stop.  

“Dean?” His father called out, the sound of his keys clanking on the counter telling us he was in the kitchen. “Where are you two?”  Dean tossed me my black sweatshirt dress and a bright red bra.  Footfalls crashed up the stairs, my trembling fingers barely getting my bra on.  Dean was already dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and black t-shirt that hugged his muscles.  Gulping, I wanted him in me again.  What the hell was he doing to me?  Chuckling to himself, he pulled the dirty dress over my head.  Pulling on a sweatshirt, he covered up my bite mark on his neck.  Fixing my hair into a simple side braid, he opened the door.  A soft rose blush burned on my cheeks, his arms wrapping around my waist.  His father  stood in the doorway, his throat clearing. 

“I erased everyone’s memories of today, and school will be happening tomorrow.  So do your homework or whatever.” He groaned tiredly, a piece of hair out of place. “Also no fun time in this house, I don’t need any grandchildren yet.  Also, fresh clothes and other things are in the closet next to you.  Get cleaned up and dinner is around six.” He undid his tie, Dean rushing past me to clean up our mess.  My fingers trembled as I turned the light on, my fingers tracing the expensive clothes in my closet.  Settling on a black silk nightgown, I went downstairs to the shower.  Swing music played in the kitchen, my shaking fingers peeling off my dress.  The water turned on by itself, hot steamy water pouring from the silver spout of the claw foot tub. A purple bomb sat on the large black marble his and her sinks, my fingers wrapping around it.  Dropping it, the scent of lilies wafted up my nose.  The water turned off, my body sinking into the water.  My muscles melted, the door opening slightly.  Dean crept in, a crooked grin on his lips.  

“I want to bring you a towel, well at least that is what I told my father.” He mused playfully, my thighs rubbing together. Rolling up his sleeve, he began to finger me under the water.  

“Hey, no fair.” I whined lustfully, his fingers working some serious magic. “I am trying to get clean, not dirtier.”  My hips spun around with his fingers, moans sitting on the tip of my tongue.  Covering my mouth, he continued until my second orgasm of  the day made me squirm under his touch.  Saying nothing he left me, ready for more.  Damn that bastard, my head going under the water.  Finishing up, he left a note on the sink.  Drying myself off, I twisted my clean hair into a bun. The silk of the black nightgown felt amazing against my rough bruised skin, lilies dotted the black robe.  Scarlet burned my cheeks, my eyes scanning the note. 

Had fun today, can’t wait for the next time.

Your Devil.

My trembling fingers shoved it in my robes pockets, my thighs rubbing together.  Tying the robe together, my ample breasts were still seconds from falling out. Opening the door, Dean sat on the couch.  His jaw dropped, his father closing his mouth.  Going into the kitchen, I needed a distraction. Picking up the knife by the veggies waiting to be cut, I began to cut them up.  Lucifer popped up next to me, a sly grin on his face.  A sharp pain snapped me from his playful look on his face, a cut pouring blood onto the black marble cutting board.  Dean snapped his head back, his tongue licking his lips.  

“You are bleeding.” Lucifer sighed deeply, taking my hand over to the sink. “Tell me what you did this afternoon.” His copper eyes flashed red, a lump forming in my throat.  The warm water cascaded over my wound, an irritated look flashed in his eyes.  No words would tumble from my lips, his nimble hands bandaging me already. 

“I caught him up on the subjects he needed to know for class.” I stammered nervously, Dean facepalming himself behind me. “He learned a lot.”  His head turned back towards his son, a wicked grin on his face. A cocky grin brightened Dean’s face, his copper eyes twinkling.   

“I sure did, old man.” He assured him confidently, pulling out a notebook filled with notes that weren’t there before. “I actually did the work for once.”  Buying the excuse, he tossed the vegetables that I bled on into the trash.  Cleaning off the marble cutting board, he smiled warmly in my direction.  

“Why don’t you relax?” He offered sweetly, his mood doing a complete one hundred eighty degree turn. “I am sure you are tired.”  Sitting down numbly, his stern gaze made it really uncomfortable.  Dean tried to sit close to me, but a throat clearing made him scoot back.  Crossing my hands, Dean turned on the television.  What we watched I couldn’t tell you because we kept gazing hungrily at each other.  His touch was so addicting, my mind wondering how he whipped up those notes so fast.  My brow twitched, the words all just random words.  

“I would hate to put a damper on your mood, but actually write them to make sense.” I growled irritably, my thighs rubbing together. “I am totally addicted to you.  Is that your superpower?”  Stroking his ego wasn’t going to help his swollen head right now, his pride giving us away almost as bad as my nervousness.  

“I am glad you loved it, my lily.” He purred hungrily, grabbing a hold of my thighs. “While I suck at pretending to be a good student, you need to stop rubbing your thighs together.  You are the one that is going to get us in trouble.”  Footfalls clacked towards us, his hand sliding back to his lap.  Lucifer’s red eyes bore into my eyes, cold sweat dripping off of my brow.  

“Dinner is ready.” He chirped cheerfully, unable to place his game. “Please come eat because it will be a while before you see me again.”  Dean cocked his brow, his hand running through his hair.  Naughty thoughts bounced around in his head, a poised smile curling on my lips.  Rubbing the back of my neck, I mustered up my best effort in peppiness. 

“Sure thing, Mr. Morningstar.” I exclaimed sweetly, walking over the gray concrete dinner table. “Might I ask where you are going?”  Four chairs sat ridiculously far from each other, a glint flashing in copper eyes.  A pan of lasagna and salad sat in the middle of the table, Dean pulling out a chair for me.  Sitting down, the two of them had a comfortable conversation.  My friendship bracelet from the twins sat on my wrist, tears welling up in my eyes.  I wasn’t hungry, both of them looking up at me as I stood up. 

“May I please be excused?” I asked politely, my hands trembling. “I am exhausted from today.”  Both of them said nothing, my legs feeling heavy as I walked up the stairs.  Tears splashed onto the gray desk, my hands grabbing the scissors.  How dare they throw me away, the sharp sound of the scissors opening echoed in my ears. Wincing in pain, the dual blades closed onto the colorful bracelet.  The bracelet fell to my desk, black vines curling up the desk. A drop of blood caught my eye, red coating my finger as I touched underneath my nose.  Covering my ears, a scream of anguish exploded from my lips.  Black vines formed a cage around me, the feeling of the weight of the world on my shoulders making the vines grow thicker.   The door burst open, Dean smashing through the vines.  Pulling me close to his chest, I collapsed into his arms.  A serious look flashed on his face, a sweet smile melting my heart. 

“I will always be by your side no matter what.” He promised warmly, kissing the top of my head. “Don’t you ever forget that!”  Snuggling into his neck, his father smiled gently and walked away.