Devilish Fantasy is an erotic short story by author Marie Treanor, part of the multi-author ESCAPE! box set
When Fiona wishes for someone wicked to liven up her dull holiday in the sun, she hardly expects to wake up on the beach making love with an actual devil, complete with horns and forked tail…
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Fiona wasn’t pleased to wake up. She’d been having a very pleasant, highly erotic dream and it was not a good time to leave it. On the other hand, as the distant sounds and smells of the beach intruded into her slowly surfacing consciousness, she realized she felt refreshed by her nap in the sun, and ready to face the challenge of her shitty, dull little life.
She stretched luxuriously in the warmth of the sun, and for the first time became aware of a constricting weight pinning her down. The weight moved, causing exquisite sexual tingles inside her body. Physical tingles.
Skin lay on hers, from breast to thigh. Outside her body and in.
Her eyes flew open. She stared into the dark hazel eyes of a man. A very handsome man with tangled black hair and distinctive upward-sloping eyebrows.
Shock held her paralyzed. She was having sex with a total stranger, and she should have been well freaked out. She was. Yet somehow she couldn’t summon up any outrage, never mind fear. Because he felt so good inside her.
But this wasn’t right!
“Who the devil are you?” she blurted at last.
“Got it in one,” said her lover with a wink, moving inside her in a wide, circular motion that made her gasp.
At once he did. “Don’t you like that? You did the last time.”
“The last time? I’ve never seen you before in my life!”
“I meant the last one of these,” he said, repeating the movement. Fiona had to bite her lip to keep in the moan of pleasure, but he saw it all the same and grinned. “There, I knew you liked it.”
Raising himself slightly on one elbow, he gazed down at her breasts. Fiona’s whole body burned up. There was a weird pleasure in just letting him look.
“Oh yes,” he murmured, as her nipples hardened into long, brown peaks. He bent and took one into his mouth, rolling it in his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Involuntarily, Fiona’s hips rocked upwards with the pleasure, and he followed before drawing back slowly, then thrusting in again.
Fiona twisted her head to control the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to undo her. “I don’t even know your name!” she wailed.
“That’s all right. I don’t think I have one.”
“But who are you, what are you doing, why is it me…?”
“You already know that. I’m a devil. I’m here having sex with you because you wished for it.”
“I never wished for any such thing!”
“Liar,” he said, turning his attention to her other straining nipple. Through her haze of confused pleasure, she dredged up a memory. Last night, in the bar, as she watched Joanna wrap herself around a man and leave her on her own — again — she had drunk too much sangria and wished quite loudly for a wicked man to spend the holiday with. Not a sleaze ball like Joanna’s, just a man who cared nothing for appearances, only for his own pleasures — which would, of course, coincide with hers. And after a few days with this lover, she would happily go home, having at least achieved the scratching of that itch.
Sexual frustration wasn’t nice. Especially when it was accompanied by in-built fastidiousness. She could no more sleep with the kind of men who tried to pick her up in bars than she could assault someone. Nor did she want the husband and kids and settling down thing — she had never yet come close to anyone she could bear to be with for that length of time. Basically, what she wanted was a good fuck by a real man. A bit of no-strings passion.
Fortunately, the bar man hadn’t understood her loudly enunciated wish — or at least Fiona hoped he hadn’t — but this man with his cock buried between her thighs and his mouth wrapped around her nipple, obviously had. He must have followed her to the beach this morning and waited until she was asleep…
“You took advantage of me!” she exclaimed.
He stopped sucking her nipple so that it popped out of his mouth, and grinned. “Well, what do you expect? I’m a devil. But you certainly didn’t object. In fact, it was you who put my cock in here.” He pushed into her and she bit back a moan. “I was glad to oblige.”
“I was asleep!”
God, she’d thought she was dreaming. She had really done that. Exactly how pathetically frustrated was she?
“You’re not asleep now,” he pointed out.
He paused, very still within her, not touching her with his hands. She stared at him. He had a gorgeous body, all tanned skin and thick, hard muscle, and those eyes, wicked, mischievous eyes that spoke of fun as well sex…
“Just say the word and I’ll stop right now, and go.”
“Really?” she croaked. She should tell him to do just that, really she should…
“Really.” He began to withdraw, very slowly. “You have to be careful what you wish for, you know. And careful what you reject. For instance, you and I could have the most mind-blowing sex on the beach here all afternoon. And in the evening, we can have dinner and a laugh – some sex under the table maybe – and then go up to your room for…”
“Some sex. I get that bit. Wait!” She caught at him in panic as his cock slid out of her, pushing her hips into him. His cock slid back home and he gave a growling sigh.
“That’s better. Can we fuck now?”
“But people can see us!” Fiona exclaimed, suddenly conscious of two young men in swimming trunks walking by, staring at them. The devil smiled, idly caressing her nipple.
“So what? Kind of exciting, isn’t it?”
The nearest man muttered, “Lucky bastard,” and they passed on.
“Shit!” said Fiona, finally starting to wriggle free in earnest. “You’ve used no protection! You total bast….”
“Devils don’t need protection. I can’t hurt you.”
“Will you stop with this devil stuff?”
“Stop struggling and I’ll show you. Feel my head, either side, just above my temples.”
Doubtfully, Fiona did as he asked. On each side, she felt thick bumps, pushing upward. “What the…?”
“My horns,” said the devil. “And look…” His hand left her breast to delve into his shorts, in the direction of his buttocks. It came out holding what looked like a forked tail.
Fiona’s mouth fell open. But she wasn’t stupid. She delved her own hands inside his waistband, determined to pull free the fake tail. She felt buttocks, warm and taut, moving under the unconscious caress of her hands. Hastily, she ran them upward toward his coccyx, and found the tail — attached with skin.
“Hardly,” said the devil with a hint of sadness quickly thrown off. He grinned. “Why don’t you just lie back and fuck with the devil?”