The morning sun broke through from a window in the
Demon's bedroom. It splashed over the scene
currently taking place inside of his bed. Luna had
been *out* when she fell asleep in the family room.
She barely had the strength to remove her backpack
before sleeping. It was nearly empty. She'd lost all
his riches on the floor while their bodies moved
together. The thief felt no regret. Something
entirely unexpected had come from her arrival. She
wasn't sure exactly what happening, but she was
ready to see where it all went. The woman was so
tired. It was the perfect opportunity for him to
take advantage of. Her limbs were limp when he bound
her. She was as defenseless as could be. Her
subconscious was too busy feeding herself dreams of
Petrus; a man who fucked like a God.
She was the first to wake, having become irritated
by the light shining into her face. Her deep green
eyes opened. In her mind, she was still lying on top
of him on the floor. "Hmmm..?" But she certainly
wasn't anymore. The plush mattress was soft against
her back. His arms were around her like they were
passionate lovers, not a cat and a mouse...though
who was which was seriously questionable. When she
tried to stretch, nothing budged. Her arms were
heavily bound behind her back. Her ankles faced the
same treatment. The weight of his body acted like a
paperweight. Even if Luna wanted to move, she wasn't
She tilted her head downward. Her teeth scraped
across his shoulder to roughly stir him awake. "Wakey,
wakey, eggs and bacy." She sung to him, adding in
soft, innocent kisses that contradicted who she was
in every way. Something good had happened here, as
she saw it. He didn't want her to leave. The feeling
was mutual. She saw a potential partner in him. She
imagined all the things they could do together. Was
he ready for that level to commitment?
When Petrus awoke he felt a throbbing in his temple
brought on by the night's drinking and the intense
fight and lovemaking that had broken out between him
and his captive. He turned his face, covering his
eyes as the cursed crept in across the bedroom. "Ungh,"
he groaned, unpleasantly, as he started stir,
stretching his arms and legs to aid in his waking.
"Good morning, Luna. Glad to see you're still here
and that you survived," he said, before taking his
left hand and rubbing it roughly against her
beautiful short hair. He looked at for a moment and
felt tugging at his heartstrings, which was an
unfamiliar sensation to him and one he did not like
at all. He left her without warning, swinging his
legs over the bed and rising too quickly. He stood
there for a moment beside the bed, slightly hunched
over, as he tried to collect himself. He slowly
staggered into the refresher, barely able to steady
himself. He grabbed hold of the sink and considered
what he was doing ... it was not at all like him to
show affection. It was weakness on his part and he
did not tolerate weakness. He shook his head as he
looked at his reflection, disgusted at himself, as
he took hold of a wet washcloth and some antiseptic.
He returned to the bedroom, quickly rejoining her on
the bed. He put the antiseptic on the washcloth and
began cleaning her cuts and bruises from the night
before. Even as he was doing it, he could not
believe he was doing it. "Did you sleep well?" he
asked, making unfamiliar small talk, as he busied
himself with cleaning her.
"Your head hurts, doesn't it?" She watched the way
he recoiled at the bright sun. Something strange was
developing around them. Luna was a detached kind of
person. Her affection was given to a robotic cat,
not a man. A man who possessed emotions, strength,
and the ability to break her from within. Her face
nuzzled against his shoulder. The blood had dried.
Her nose still ached. It had been an extremely wild
night. She smiled. "Good morning, Petrus." She
sounded chipper. She wasn't the one who'd been
drinking the good stuff before initiating a fight.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while his
hand roughly styled her short hair. There were men
who said the short hair made her boyish. There were
men who said it took away from her appearance. And
then there was Petrus, a man who clearly found
something he enjoyed. Her eyes refocused on him.
And then he was gone!
She mumbled something incomprehensible while he
disappeared into the refresher. Had she done
something wrong? Had he awoken and found himself
disgusted with her bloody, bashed face? Luna didn't
know what he was doing until she smelt the
antiseptic. Inside her chest, something that had
long been dead began to stir. He was cleaning her
wounds. The act made her want to wrap him up in her
arms and kiss him passionately. She closed her eyes,
shutting herself off from him briefly. What was
going on? A stinging sensation ran over her face.
"T-Thanks..." What was she to make of this? He was
being sweet to her after a night of violence and
sex. He didn't bring up all the credits on the
ground, or anything else.
"Like a rock. What about you?" It felt good to get
cleaned up. There was more visible blood on her face
than clean skin. Her eyes opened once more, "I know
how to fix your hangover. If you take the binds off,
I promise I won't leave *and* I'll remove all of my
clothing. When you feel better, you can bind me
again, okay?" Her voice was authentic. She wanted to
help him. *Wait!* She wanted to help him..?
Petrus snorted when she made her attempt to
influence him to remove her binders, before bringing
the cloth away from her face. The blood was gone,
but the outlines of the cuts and bruises were still
there. She was beautiful. "Does that work?" he asked
her, as he moved his face towards her. He placed a
tender kiss upon her split lip, sucking it between
his own lips, and biting down upon it lustfully.
"And how are you going to fix it?" he asked her, as
he climbed on top of her, pressing her back down
against her cuffed arms. "Maybe ... maybe I like you
better with it on," he informed her, before his face
descended to kiss her again. When the kiss broke he
looked at her for a moment, and felt that familiar,
uncomfortable stirring in his loins. There was
something much too intoxicating about her that
inspired him to action more than any other he had
Petrus collapsed helplessly on the bed when he
finished, and reluctantly moved to remove the
restraints at her wrists. "Do you know what the only
way to find out if you can trust someone is?" he
asked her, as he tossed her cuffs aside willingly.
"Trust them," he said, as he stretched out in the
bed to relax after all that had just occurred. "Did
I hear you say your last name was Ta'em? Or was I
drunk?" he asked, as he rolled onto his side to
examine her carefully. A plot had been developing in
his mind during their intercourse, but until he was
sure he did not dare mention it. And, if he was
correct, was she evil enough to consider such a
prospect. His hand moved to brush the side of her
face, before moving to muss her hair again. "You
have a wonderful stylist," he added, with a sly
grin, as he placed a rough kiss upon her lips before
she could respond to any of his questions. His long
journeys through the outer rim had prevented him
from developing a relationship, so most of this was
all new to him ... she was growing on him.
Fulfillment pumped through Luna's veins. After yet
another round, her decision not to leave had been
officially solidified. She liked this one. Still
trying to catch her breath, her eyes fell on him.
Until that moment, she had been unable to use her
arms and legs. If she had wanted to leave, she
wouldn't have been able to. Now though...now he freed
her. He was testing his chances with Lady Luck by
giving her power over her limbs. Luna didn't make a
break for it. Instead, she *smiled*. Turning her
head to the side, her pretty eyes flickered towards
his face. She was happy to nuzzle her head against
his hand. She was even happier to share such a
wonderful kiss. Their occupations didn't really call
for traditional relationships, not that they were
about to have something resembling traditional.
"Thank you, I do it myself," she told him when she
could finally speak. Lazily, Luna rolled onto her
side. She propped up a leg on his. Her finger
brushed over the stubble on his face.
"Mhm. Ta'em is my last name. It sounds like you've
heard it before. I can see the wheels turning in
your head. What are you thinking about?" Did he know
about her family? The Ta'em had fallen into a
blinding light over the Holonet lately. She
suspected that he had seen what she had; a Ta'em who
had married into nobility.
Petrus' eyes went wide, feeling as if he had just
won the lottery, when she confirmed his suspicions
about her heritage. "Yes. I think *everyone* is
familiar with Zara Ta'em after her holonet scandal,"
he said, before adjusting his position on the bed so
he could see her recording droid that resembled a
cat. "I trust no one would be interested in *our*
footage," he said, with a snicker, before focusing
all of his attention back on her. "Have you been to
their castle?" he asked, probing, perhaps a bit too
obviously as a plot began to develop in his
mischievous brain. There was opportunity here ...
and where there was opportunity there were credits
... he was now *doubly* pleased he did not end her
life the night before.
Laughter filled the room. Ooh yes, little sister had
her body put on display by the Holonet. Luna had
considered reuniting specifically with the intent of
robbing her blindly. She didn't know her sister had
married the Nerf Herder. To her, Marcus Rodney was a
man with deep pockets; man worth screwing with. His
follow up question put them on the same track. Was
he thinking what she was thinking? She snickered.
"I'm sure we would become rich off the credits from
our videos within days. But... I keep the cat
recording for us, not for them." The cat droid was
nuzzled up on the bed, head on its paws, continuing
to watch them. Senses within the droid kept its
attention where it belonged. It also provided Luna
with her only form of companionship.
"I haven't. I hear it's on Delaya in the northern
region. There can't be too many people living there.
What an easy target." Her hand dropped to his
shoulder. "I haven't seen my sister in years.
Abridged version of a long and ugly story; she
thinks I'm dead. I *did* see that she married and
made herself valuable. I've considered a visit, but
I think I might need a partner to do that. Clearly
you've been thinking. Let me hear what you've
"An easy target?" Petrus asked, wondering if she was
serious, or whether she was baiting him. He listened
to her continue, telling the sad tale of how her
family came to separate. "So she fucked her way to a
life of riches and luxury, while you have to steal
to survive?" he asked her, as his hand again
caressed the heavenly soft skin of her cheek.
"You're her sister. She should have to share it with
you," he said, painting a vivid picture of the
potential to take from them. "I hear she's pregnant
... might even become a Duchess..." he continued,
fueling what he hoped was a potential for jealousy
and rivalry that could further inspire her to join
the fiendish plot that he had not yet unveiled to
her. He was a vile man who would do anything for the
right profit, and it was beginning to show why he
had earned the nickname of the Demon.
"Easy for sure. I can't imagine the Rodney playboy
would object. He'll take one look at me and wish I
was the Ta'em he'd knocked up." She laughed once
more. She did not envy her sister's life. Doomed to
carry some noble brat's offspring? No thank you! Her
eyes remained on him. He was right. She did deserve
some of the fortune. Her sister was treacherous in
unforgivable ways. As a result of Zara, the Ta'em
had met their doom. She was thinking, thinking
quicker thanks to her new, inspirational partner.
She deposited herself out of her thoughts soon. "I
never thought of it like that. She's always been the
chosen one. I should get a cut, damn it. I took care
of her." Luna had felt anger towards her sister for
a long time. All she needed was the right push.
"I... might have an idea." She ran her hands down
his chest. "She's pregnant. He's weak and rich. Why
don't we steal her? We can tip off the Holonet to
her kidnapping, making it highly publicized. After
that, we'll demand a ransom. With all the pressure
and eyes on him, that playboy will give us anything
we want. It doesn't matter if he loves his fuck toy
or not." He clearly didn't. The news of her sister's
pregnancy had leaked in the same breath they'd been
married in. Marcus Rodney was trying to be a good
boy for appearances...likely for the sake of becoming
the Duke of Delaya.
Petrus was impressed with Luna's plan, as if he had
come up with it on his own. "You're evil," he said,
as he leaned his face in to tease her with another
brief kiss. "Yes. You should get a cut..." he
started, before planting another kiss upon her.
"...a very big cut," he repeated, before he placed a
further kiss and was upon her again. His lust for
her was insatiable it seemed, and he wondered if
they could take their hands off themselves long
enough to make the trip to Delaya. "I'm starting to
get attached to you," he foolishly revealed to her,
as he stared down at her still bruised face. "If
this is all part of some setup I'm going to be
awfully disappointed ... and awfully impressed," he
added, before lowering his face to plant a real kiss
upon her, forcing his tongue between his lips, and
tackling her tongue like their tussle on the floor
the night before.
It was best to show her true colors right from the
beginning. He needed to see the depth of her dark
passenger. In her mind, she had kiboshed the idea of
traveling to Delaya to attempt to carry out the
kidnapping. Kidnapping a human was difficult. She
imagined her sister must weigh a hefty amount since
she was carrying a litter. Petrus would be able to
do the lifting while Luna carried out the acting
that would lead to them becoming oh so much richer.
She kissed him. Was Petrus 'the one'? The fact that
he was putting fuel in her fire made her question
it. He wanted to do this with her. It was even he
who brought it up, not Luna. There was something
entirely sexy about a man who'd bring up betraying
your family for credits...
Each time their lips met, she fell into it as if she
was diving off of a cliff. Together, she was
*alive*. His revelation was, indeed, surprising.
She'd lived under his apartment for a week while he
was there, completely unknown to him. She wished
she'd attempted to rob him sooner. Luna didn't
respond right away. She allowed him to drag her over
that cliff with a passionate, hot, wonderful kiss.
Her hands touched his face, his neck, and his chest.
Her tongue made for a valiant warrior, moving this
way and that against his tongue. Luna was reluctant
to stop kissing him ever again. She might have opted
not to if this idea hadn't been so damn good. "Mmmm..
I'd love to take credit and say this is all a set
up. Too bad it's not, huh? We have to act like silly
people who are attached to each other." Her lips
brushed against his. They didn't kiss, only teased.
"We'll go to Delaya and pose as a couple. I'm sure
Zara will be so happy to see me again."
"*Pose* as a couple?" Petrus asked from above her,
feigning hurt as he frowned down at her. "You mean
we're *not* a couple?" he asked, as he moved his
face up a bit to playfully bite at her nose. "Do we
have to leave *right* now?" he asked her, before
moving down for another kiss. As his lips connected
he wondered what was getting into him. This was not
the way he normally acted around people he just met,
particularly ones who had just tried to rob him.
Still, the amount she had planned to make off with
was a pittance compared to what they could
potentially earn from kidnapping the newly wealthy
Lady Zara Rodney. "Do you think she'll be relieved
to see you're alive?" he asked her, almost laughing,
as their devious plan ran over his mind. She was the
perfect partner for him ... almost as evil as him.
"Owww..." She whined playfully. "Oh, we *are* a
couple, we simply aren't the kind of couple my
sister is going to open her arms to. We only have to
pretend that we're not evil to the core criminals
who want to break her husband's bank." She grinned
at him. He couldn't be left single...oh no. Luna
wasn't going to find another man with the same
strain of crazy as hers. Petrus was off the market
until his next bitch murdered her and used her body
as lovely accent. She made a thoughtful noise in her
throat while they kissed. The plan was solid. The
only part that hung in the air was when they would
carry it out. His kiss reminded her that she
realllyyy enjoyed being close to him.
"No. We'll leave when we damn well please." She
decided, placing kisses on the corner of his lips.
If this actually worked out, then Petrus would need
a much bigger safe to hold all of *their* credits.
"I'm sure she will be. Her long lost sister will
have finally come home. It'll be so melodramatic."
If she had the desire to have a relationship with
her sister, then she would have already gone to
Delaya. This was strictly all about business. "When
should we leave, *Demon*?"
"Are you sure my core is evil, Luna?" Petrus asked
her, as he arched his left eyebrow down at her. "I
know I've penetrated you to your core, but you
haven't been that deep inside me yet," he said, with
a wicked snicker, before reluctantly rolling off
her. "I could stay in bed with you all day, Luna ...
but the problem is that could easily turn into a
week," he explained, as he swung his legs over the
bed and moved towards his closet. Turning around to
look at her from afar he saw her cuts and bruises
and thought of a way to use everything to their
advantage. "Nothing would cause your sister to let
her guard down more than concern for you, should she
suspect you were in an abusive relationship and
needed her help," he suggested, as he began to dress
himself, realizing this was the first time she would
be seeing him fully dressed.
She considered his question. Currently, she felt
like he had the most delicious, wonderful core. He
struck her fancy in all the right ways. "Well...
Maybe. You *did* think about milking my pregnant
sister for credits before I did. Some would say
that's very evil." Waitno. He needed to get back on
top of her and ravage her for the millionth time!
She may have seen every part of his nude body, but
his experience was different. She *still* wore her
catsuit, having slept in it after he wore her down.
She rolled over onto her stomach, propping up her
chin in her hands. "A week could turn into a
month..." She followed his train of thought. Nothing
would ever get accomplished.
This morning, her face was swollen and ruined. It
still ached, but that took a backseat to everything
else going on. Petrus knew ways to make their little
lie seem more real. Her face lit up. "You dirty,
dirty genius. If you keep talking like that, I'm
going to bind you to the bed." She didn't think
she'd ever stop being lustful around him. Luna
rolled to the edge of the bed. With her feet
underneath her, she rose. She zipped up her crotch
region, then moved towards the window. "I've been
living underneath you, FYI." She swung out of the
window without another word, scaling down to her
makeshift home quickly. All she needed to do was
grab a duffle holding several changes of clothing, a
couple of weapons, and snacks. She took her shortcut
back to Petrus' apartment. "Didya miss me?" She
questioned, beginning to collect her swords from the
"You'll always be beneath me," Petrus told her,
aggressively, as he exerted his dominance over her.
When she returned he moved towards her swiftly, with
a look of near rage in his eyes, as he took hold of
her roughly. "Don't go leaving me like that again.
Not even for a moment. Do you understand?" he asked,
squeezing her sides, and digging his fingers into
that catsuit to get at the skin beneath. His eyes
were glaring down at her, and there was a bulging
vein in his right temple. "You are *mine* now, and
before we go to Delaya, or even leave this
apartment, you need to understand that?" he said,
acting nearly psychotic, as he expressed his
possessiveness of her. When he finished his jaw was
clenched so tightly, and his eyes appeared bug-eyed,
as he waited for her absolute submission to him.
The bag dropped to the floor. He was as furious as a
bull all over again. Only he didn't tackle her to
the ground the very moment he saw her. Instead, he
snatched her in his strong grasp. Luna squeaked. She
didn't understand what was happening. It was like
day and night from the few minutes she'd been gone.
As soon as he spoke, she felt turned on again. Their
level of commitment to each other had just gone up
several hundred levels. Luna didn't object. She
swallowed the information like a good little
submissive girl might. Her body belonged to him. Her
time was his to use as he saw fit. He could be
possessive with her every night for the rest of her
life if that's what he wanted. Held tightly with her
Demon so hot that she could feel the heat radiating
off of him. "I'm *yours* now. I understand where I
belong. I'll be right by your side until you tell me
otherwise." Luna promptly submitted to him.