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Karen watched as Logan checked the straps and buckles hugging Beauty’s generous curves one last time. Newly acquired leather armor and twin knives from the defeated, flying Succubus would keep their demon safe. Heavy pouches of coin were snug and secure for the long journey. The shopping list had been discussed and agreed on.He nodded and stepped back with a sigh. “You’re all set and good to go.”“Again?” the demon asked with a hint of a smile.He chuckled, then nodded. “Yes, again. I just…” He made a vague gesture. “Just be safe out there, yeah?”Beauty stepped into his arms and a long, lingering kiss. “I stay safe,” she promised. “Back soon.”Karen watched them in silence as a storm of nameless emotions ran hot and cold in her chest. She too was worried about Beauty’s safety. No one knew the dangers of being alone out there better than she did. That she could be worried about a demon at all was, in itself, difficult to process.She watched them kiss with such singular passion that it stole her breath away just to witness it. That two people could find such intense delight in one another, in a place as awful as Hell, was a kind of miracle. That she was not one of those people cut like a knife.As the two figures reluctantly parted, Karen could see the internal struggle on his face. Logan’s desire to just call the whole thing off and stop Beauty from leaving was at war with knowing how much they needed the supplies that she would bring back.The Succubus had made it very clear that Gomorrah was a city run by demons for demons. Humans were slaves and servants, branded on the face to show who owned them and what purpose the humans served. Logan, all hard muscle and fierce human determination, would draw too much attention. Beauty could get in, buy what was needed, and get out without raising alarms or suspicion.Assuming, of course, that nothing went wrong, and there were so many ways this could go wrong.The same gear that would protect her also marked her as a target for looters. One glance from the wrong person at the heavy coin purse she carried could bring disaster. Karen thought Beauty could hold her own against anyone, but what if there were three, or ten coming after her? It was a bitter pill to swallow. Beauty would be entirely on her own for many days, traveling on foot across a vast distance of hostile territory. Anything could happen. The thought of her out there, wounded and alone, was almost more than Karen could bear. She knew it must be worse for Logan.They escorted Beauty to the cavern entrance. Karen slowed and fell back to give the two of them a final moment together. Beauty smiled up at Logan and then glanced at Karen where she stood somewhat off to one side. The Succubus reached out to her. That one, simple gesture warmed Karen to her core in a way she would have thought impossible only two days ago. She eagerly stepped up. Beauty snaked a hand around her neck and pulled the woman in for a steamy, french kiss that lit up Karen’s libido in a rush of desire. Then the Succubus did the same to Logan. Finally, Beauty laid Karen’s hand on his.“Gone many days. Beauty happy that Logan will not be alone. Back soon.”Logan looked at Karen in surprise. He reached out with his other hand to the demon. Karen did the same, completing the circle. Logan looked into Beauty’s golden eyes. “Just come back to me safe and sound. Back to us. That’s the most important thing, ok?”Despite the joy she felt to be included, it felt like a hand squeezing Karen’s heart. “Come back to us” had not been his first thought. It had been “come back to me.”What Logan and Beauty had together was older and stronger. Karen resolved at that moment to earn her place in his life and to be worthy of that level of devotion. Whatever Logan wanted of her, she would gladly give.Beauty nodded and let them go. There was nothing more to be said. No last-minute delays left to use. Karen dared to hold his hand and stood at his side as their demon companion walked off toward the horizon carrying with her any hope of a life beyond bare survival. ***** The cavern felt empty and cold without Beauty’s presence. Her absence hung in the air, unseen but inescapable. Anywhere Karen looked was a reminder.She will return. The thought was a cold comfort at best.That first day, a few attempts at idle conversation with Logan died a quick, merciful death. She could sense his mood and wisely chose to give him space and solitude, or at least as much as close quarters would allow. The only saving grace, such as it was, could be found in the endless, labor-intensive tasks that were forever needing to be done.Bristle pigs needed to be hunted for meat and fur. Bones had to be splintered for the rich marrow inside to make broth and then shaped and sanded against a stone to craft bone needles. Strips of tendons had to be pounded with a rock, pulled apart into strips and rewoven into cord for sewing. Fur had to be cut and stitched together with cord to make what was slowly becoming a fur blanket and pillows.It was difficult, frustrating work based entirely on trial and error. Many mistakes were made and progress was glacially slow.Still, it kept them both busy and distracted from worrying about Beauty obsessively throughout the day. They fumbled, grumbled, and cursed the hours away in a sour sort of companionship based on shared frustration and unspoken worry.Karen did her best to learn and contribute. Logan’s ability to craft something from virtually nothing was fascinating to watch. She thought of all of the poor souls out there, naked and helpless as she had been, and what they could accomplish with these same skills.“Where did you learn to do all of this?” she asked as they worked.“My grandfather was full Apache. When I was a boy I got into some trouble. Almost ended up in jail. My parents sent me to stay with him on the reservation every summer after that until I was old enough to sign up for the army.”Logan chuckled and shook his head at the memory. “He worked so hard to teach me the old ways of our tribe. I’m afraid I wasn’t a very good student but he tried.”“I would disagree.” Karen held up the braid of tendon she was working on. Ankara escort “All of this is possible only because you know what to do. I was just thinking how valuable these skills would be to other damned souls wandering Hell.”When he did not respond, she looked up at him. The bone fragment lay forgotten in his loose grip. His eyes stared at the cavern wall but his attention was somewhere else, somewhere inside. Hints of amusement and wonder flickered across his handsome features.“Logan? Are you ok?”A slow, beautiful smile spread across his lips and up to reflect in his dark, green eyes. “I just remembered that! Not just fragments but the entire memory! I can see my grandfather’s face, the house he lived in and the wooded hills around the Fort Apache reservation in Arizona. That’s a first.”He blinked and looked at her. “That’s where I was when all of this began! I was visiting the reservation because…” A look of consternation crossed his face and Logan sighed. “Yeah, I got nothing… yet. But I will. Holy shit, Karen. I’m getting my memory back.”She smiled, happy to see him happy. “That’s wonderful! I’m also looking forward to eventually remembering more than scattered fragments of my own life.”He reached over to squeeze her hand. “It will come back to you. I’m sure of it.”Logan returned to his work on the bone needle but she could still feel the weight and warmth of his hand on hers. “I think so too. All thanks to you, Logan.”“You are most welcome,” he replied in a distracted voice. Focused as he was on his needle project, Logan did not look up. If he had, he might have seen on her face the emotions Karen was feeling and realized that she meant every word.Logan had, quite literally, swept her up and out of the endless nightmare that had been her entire existence here. Where there had only been pain was now pleasure. Loneliness and fear had been replaced with companionship and hope.It meant everything to her. He and Beauty meant everything to her. If only she could, by word or deed, find some way to make him understand just how very grateful she was!An idea came to mind. Setting the half-finished braid down, Karen moved over behind Logan and placed her hands on his shoulders. He looked back at her with a questioning expression.“Let me help.” She smiled. “I’m better at massages than I am at crafting.”Her hands began to work their magic before he could protest. The only sound he made was a happy groan as her fingers worked into the tension knotted beneath his smooth skin and thick, sexy muscles. She worked across his shoulders and biceps, around his neck, and down his back until her fingers ached.Karen didn’t mind the discomfort. It was worth it to hear his growls and grunts of pleasure and for the excuse to explore every inch of his flesh.“That feels… amazing.” He sighed.She leaned in to reply, “accidentally” brushing her breasts against his back. “I’m glad. You have done so much for me and ask for so little. It’s the least I can do.”A comfortable silence settled between them as she worked. Logan had stopped working on the bone needle to enjoy her efforts.“I have missed this,” she said.He chuckled. “What this are you referring to?”“A sense of belonging and purpose,” she replied as her fingers worked. “Someone to be a comfort to or be comforted by.” Karen reached around his waist in a hug and laid her cheek against the warm skin of his shoulder with a deep sigh of contentment. “Just to be close to another person… especially, someone I care very much about.”Logan set the bone fragment down and reached up to stroke her forearm. “You’re one of us now, Karen. Part of our strange, little family.”She nodded against his shoulder and blinked back against the sting of tears. “Family…”He felt the splash of a tear on his neck, half-turned toward her and held his arms out. “Come here, you.”Karen crawled around to slide an arm around his shoulders and sit across his lap. She felt his strong arms slide around her in a sweet, protective hug.So many sensations tumbled through her mind, all at once. Shame that he saw her tears. The warm comfort of his embrace. The scent of his hair. Hard muscle and soft skin beneath her touch, and something else hard under her bottom.Karen could feel his semi-erection beneath her slight weight in his lap. She wiggled her bottom and felt it begin to grow. Dark eyes looked up at him in amazed delight.“How wonderful! How do you manage to do this without Beauty?” she asked.Logan wore an almost comical look of bafflement. “Um, well yes, Beauty is very attractive but so are you. It’s not a choice, just a natural male reaction.”“Natural reaction?” she asked. “You don’t need the presence of a demon to get hard?” It was difficult to believe what she was hearing. It was not, in her experience, even possible.Logan frowned in thought. “Wait. Are you saying human males in Hell cannot get an erection except in the presence of a demon?”“Yes, of course,” she nodded. “Everyone knows that. It is part of the nature of our damnation. Eternal lust with no relief, except what they allow us.”“Demon venom is not only an aphrodisiac but also the infernal equivalent of Viagra,” he muttered. “That… is really fucked up.”Karen heard him, but she wasn’t paying attention, not to his words at any rate. She could not stop rubbing her bottom against the growing bulge in his jeans and thinking about the possibilities, both wondrous and terrible. The thought of having him inside her again, blasting away that terrible hunger coiling in her belly with waves of raw pleasure, was enough to make her sex clench in anticipation.“Karen?”Yet that one and only time had been with Beauty. Without a demonic presence, sex with other humans, male or female, always ended in failure and frustration. Every time. If she and Logan tried, and neither could reach orgasm, would that be better or worse? Karen stifled a moan and tried to ignore the damp heat growing between her legs.“Karen. Are you alright?”She looked up at him. “Yes.” She lied. “I’m fine.”“Ok.” Logan cleared his throat. “In that case, I uh… I better get back to work. That bone fragment will not shave itself into a Ankara escort bayan needle.”“Of course.” She scooted off his lap and reached for the unfinished braid with trembling fingers. “No problem.”As the time to sleep approached and the day’s work was finished, Logan and Karen sat around their tiny fire, weary from the day’s labors, and stared silently at the dancing flames. Her body ached from the day’s labors and the idea of another night laying in the dirt was no comfort. Especially when there was an empty spot on the relative luxury of the bed of moss, right next to Logan.Except, that was Beauty’s place and Karen felt she had no right to it. Even in her absence, the demon girl’s presence could be felt between them like a ghost. Then there was the temptation of Logan’s body.So much temptation! Karen sat in her usual place, on a fur-covered rock on the opposite side and began to shiver beneath the half-finished fur blanket that was her only insulation against the cool, cavern air.“Cold?” he asked.“I suppose I am. Funny, I don’t remember feeling that way before.”“That is odd,” he agreed. “I feel much the same. It’s a bit cool in here. I miss Beauty’s body heat.” After a moment’s thought, he added, “You can’t be comfortable over there. Why don’t you come sit over here? I’m not a demon but I have enough body heat to share.”Karen nodded, unable to express what she was feeling in words. Unwilling to admit to the storm of need and uncertainty running hot and cold through her body. She was relieved, delighted, and a little terrified when Logan invited her over to sit on the far more comfortable pad of moss beside him.In Beauty’s accustomed place, she thought with a small shiver. Yet, he had offered and Beauty had given her approval of Karen before leaving. Did that make it permissible?Karen thought it did. Before her departure, Beauty had given Karen permission to share and be a part of what they had in this shelter from the outside world. Only that understanding gave her to courage to accept his invitation.  Eager and nervous, she moved over to the soft bed of moss, beside where Logan sat on his rock. She tucked the crudely stitched furs around her shoulders and lay her head against his leg to feel his warmth on her cheek and breathe in his scent.“What made you want to join the military?” she asked to break the heavy silence.Logan shrugged. “I don’t remember a specific reason. Anger, I suppose.”“You were still so young. Who were you angry at?”He chuckled and stared into the fire. “I don’t exactly remember, but I can make an educated guess. The better question would be “who wasn’t I angry at?” My parents for spawning a half breed child. The American government for centuries of discrimination against my ancestors. Every loud-mouthed, privileged asshole in high school…”Logan frowned. “There were plenty of reasons to be an angry, young, Native American man,” he replied. “Too many. I just needed an outlet and the available choices were the military or prison.”Karen laid a comforting hand on his knee. “I’m sorry.”Logan shook the dark mood settling on him like a cloud and smiled at her. “Don’t be.” He patted her hand. “The army broke the boy and remade me into the man I am today. Qualifying for Special Forces was the greatest accomplishment of my…”He blinked and began to smile. “I’m a Green Beret, 10th Special Forces group, assigned to active duty in Afghanistan! That was my job!”He grinned at her. “Either this is getting easier or you are my lucky charm.”Karen smiled. The idea of being his lucky charm was a lovely thought. “I’m happy for you either way.”Logan tried not to yawn and failed miserably. That made her laugh.  “Perhaps tomorrow you can explain to me what being a Green Beret means.”“Yeah.” Logan yawned again. “Tomorrow, after some sleep.”“Sleep” implied laying down on the moss they were both currently sitting on. A long moment of silence passed between them. Karen wasn’t sure what to do. Stay or go? Lay down on the moss or get up and move back to the other side of the fire?“Let’s get some rest.” He suggested. “We can share the furs for warmth.”Logan stripped out of his boots but kept his pants on. He lay down, then held the partial blanket open in invitation. Karen crawled in beside him without uttering a word. Her heart hammered in her chest at the ideas of having Logan curled up behind her with his strong arms around her.It was not to be. She felt him roll the opposite way. They lay back-to-back, Karen tried not to dwell on the sharp absence of the Succubus who was far away and still somehow lay unseen between them. Emotions and sensations, fears and fantasies, lashed at her mind. Sleep was a long time coming.Sometime in the night, she snapped awake to exactly the sensation she had obsessed about earlier. Logan lay behind her, softly snoring into her hair. His arm hung, warm and heavy, around her waist, just brushing against the sensitive underside of her breasts with his every slow breath.Nor was it just her body responding. Careful movement confirmed what she had begun to suspect. Even restrained by his pants, she could feel the half-hard bulge pressing against her butt.Sleep was now impossible. Memories of their one sexual encounter haunted her waking mind. After an eternity of casual cruelty and unsatisfied, burning, sexual hunger, there was no way not to dwell on how glorious it had felt to finally drown in the golden glow of that perfect, consensual union of flesh and desire. The sensation of his rough hands so gentle on her skin. His shaft, hard and hot inside of her, driving all the fear and doubt away in waves of mind-blowing pleasure.She breathed his scent in, biting at her lower lip. Despite telling herself not to, her hips began to move in small, subtle circles, pressing back against his bulge, feeling it grow bigger and harder. Karen squeezed her legs together and stifled a gasp as the friction of movement against her clit sent sparks of pleasure along her nerves.Logan startled awake behind her. Instinctively, he started to pull away. “Sorry.” His warm breath tickled against her neck as he muttered, still half-asleep. Escort Ankara “Didn’t mean to get handsy…”Karen grabbed his hand before he could pull away and held it against her rapidly beating heart.“Don’t be sorry,” she whispered, “I’m not.”They lay together in the electric silence. Karen could feel his desire pressed against where only a thin layer of denim separated his flesh from hers. She could also sense his hesitation to act on it. Such odd behavior from an aroused male only added to her confusion.“Do you not desire me?” she asked.Logan’s soft laughter tickled against her neck and sent shivers racing down her spine. “Yes. Very much,” he whispered in a throaty voice. “It’s just that… without Beauty here, it feels odd. Like I am being disloyal to her.”He rushed on before she could reply. “It’s weird, I know. She made it pretty clear before leaving that she was perfectly happy that we have each other for… uh, company. I just… I suppose I have always been a one-woman kind of man.”Karen rolled over until they were nose-to-nose and smiled at him. “Is that what’s bothering you? You have such strange ideas!” Karen leaned forward and kissed him. “You saved me. I belong to you now, to do with as you wish. That is how it works in Hell. Beauty understands this. I’m certain that she just assumes that you understand that too.”“You belong to no one,” Logan frowned. “You are your own person free to make your own choices.”Karen snuggled closer to lay against his body. “Then I choose to be with you, and with Beauty. To be whatever you need me to be.”She could stand the temptation no longer. Whatever happened, or didn’t happen, not knowing was far worse torture. She reached down between them and stroked his package through his battered jeans. “To have me any way you want, anytime you want.”“You don’t have to…”Karen shut him up with another kiss, snaking her tongue into his mouth and nibbling at his lower lip. “I want to.” She looked into his eyes. “I choose to.”He chuckled and reached up to brush hair out of her face. “Alright then. When is Rome, do as the Romans do, I suppose.”She grinned. “That is a wise philosophy.”“Hey, look at me being wise. First time for everything.” Logan leaned forward and captured her lips with his, rolling Karen onto her back.The sensation of his lips and tongue made her pulse pound and sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Karen moaned into his kiss. Her hands reached down to tug frantically at the waist of his pants.“No,” Logan said with a smile.She blinked up at him. “No?”“No.” His smile turned into a wicked grin. “Not yet.”He kissed her again, slow and soft. She shivered as Logan reached up to gently trace fingers over her cheek, ear, and neck. His mouth followed, planting kisses across her heated flesh, nibbling at her ear lobe, and tracing a line of fire down her neck with his tongue.“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh no, let me pleasure you!”“You will.” He smiled as he began to slide down, kissing her writhing body as he went. “Eventually.”Any further protests were cut short by his lips closing around her right nipple. His hand stroked the curve of her other breast. The light pinch of his fingers on one was a sharp counterpoint to the warm embrace of his lips on the other.Karen squirmed in helpless, blissful, confusion. This was nothing like she was used to. Sex, as she knew it, was an aggressive, demanding, and ultimately selfish act. Partners took what they wanted.Once again, Logan confounded her by seeming to want nothing more than to give without regard to his desires. To simply lay there and bask in her rising pleasure felt wrong. Yet, the sensations coursing through her body were undeniable.Facial hair tickled against her quivering belly as he slid lower. Little explosions of rapture raced up her nerves as his lips brushed against the inner curve of her thighs. His tongue traced lines of wet fire as Logan moved ever closer to her aching need. Closer, almost there. Karen braced for that first glorious contact… and groaned in disbelief as he moved away to resume kissing and nibbling at her thighs!“Please!” Karen heard her own voice, uncertain if it was a plea for him to stop or for more. This could only end in frustration but it felt so very good…Logan paused to raise his head and look at her. Mischief and lust danced in his dark green eyes. “What do you want? Tell me.”What did she want? The words rattled around in her head. Was this a trick? Some cruel mind game? No, she knew Logan was not that kind of man. It had to be a genuine question. As foreign as the very idea was to her, Karen had to accept that he truly wanted to tend to her pleasure more than his own!“I want…” Karen wet her lips and spread her legs. She was no stranger to sex but to ask for something so personal, to admit out loud what it is she longed for, was alien to her. Such an admission required trust, a concept unknown to her until only very recently.“Please kiss me… down there.”Logan teased her with feather-soft kisses across her inner thighs. “Don’t be shy. Down where?”“I want you to… to lick my pussy.”“Good girl.” He grinned and lowered his head.“Ah!” Karen cried, her back arching off of the moss as his tongue began to slide up between her folds. Logan explored every part of her dripping sex. It felt like an eternity before his tongue finally parted her lips and dipped into the seething cauldron of her most intimate parts.The gentle, patient assault went on and on until the pleasure could not rise any higher, only for her to be proved wrong time and again. His tongue brushed lightly against her clit. His fingers slid inside, stroking at her inner walls. Karen thrashed on the moss, gasping and trying to ignore the little voice of warning in her head whispering that this was the peak of her pleasure. That there would be nothing else except the lingering, hollow ache of being allowed no relief, no release.Logan looked up at her, face shiny with her juices. His fingers continued to tease and dance inside of her. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”No, no, don’t ask me. If she said it, the need would be real. As would the crushing reality of satisfaction denied, always denied. An eternity of frustration and low self-esteem lay behind her, undeniable, unending proof that no soul in Hell possessed the ability to do what she so desperately desired. Logan would be disappointed, and Karen humiliated, in her failure to embrace what was so generously offered.

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