[JEMMA]

Only the Beginning

This is it, Kyle thought as he stepped back to the location that he was having sex with his queen before. He wasn't able to finish that last time. She had warned him of the danger that one of the village women were in, which caused him to have to make a quick retreat. He had to leave so fast that he even left Coralyn lying on the forest floor as she recovered from the exhaustion of succumbing to the new chains on her soul.

Krystal had fared much better in those regards. He only had to carry her part way before she had gained enough strength to walk on her own again.

"Coralyn," he shouted through the night forest.

"Yes, master?" Came the tall thin blond woman's call as she stepped to him from around a tree. Her naked pale skin shining in the moonlight.

"Let's go," he ordered before turning to face the direction of his wife. In truth, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her but it felt like an eternity. Riggan's warnings were running through his mind over and over again.

What changes were happening? Would she be the same when he got back? Would she be a stranger to him?

He shook his head in attempts to rid himself of the concerns, but it did no good. He picked up his pace as he heard Krystal and Coralyn struggle to keep up with him. There was no way that these two would be able to keep up with his demonic form so he stopped, turned and scooped each woman up on a different shoulder before dashing toward his wife.

The travel didn't take as long as he had thought and he found himself slowing as he neared the clearing that held the two thrones and his wife within. He allowed a few concerns back into his head as he stepped slower.

What if she didn't even recognize him? What if she was something else completely now? She was his only true ally in this world now. What would he do if that was taken away from him?

The clearing was in sight. He still couldn't see his wife. He could feel her through the link that they shared, but he couldn't see nor hear her.

He finally worked up enough courage to push through the last of the trees and step out into the open. He could feel the aura of a woman in the makeshift jail cell he had created within the earth but didn't bother looking in. He would deal with that later. For now he had more important matters.

His wife sat on her throne with her entire body covered with a long black hooded robe. She must have learned the skill to create materials from the air such as him, for he hadn't made the robe for her.

"Eliza?" He asked softly as he dropped his two new sex slave to their feet at his sides. "I'm back."

"Kyle," she whispered with worry in her voice. Her voice carried booming vibration like his but still sounded like her otherwise. "Please."

"What's wrong?" He asked as he took two long strides to close the gap of ground between them. "Are you alright?"

Eliza didn't remove her hood not did she look up. Kyle tried to get a hint as to what had changed about her. She sounded like her thoughts were still there. At least she recognized him. That was the most important thing anyway.

"I've changed," she explained vaguely through a breaking voice.

"Let me see you," he more pleaded than demanded.

He waited for her to remove her hood, but she seemed to be struggling with the idea of his eyes on her so he reached out and gripped the end of the hood between two fingers. Gently and slowly, he pulled it back to reveal his wife's face.

The first thing he noticed were the small black horns that stuck out from her forehead and curved up about three inches before ending in sharp points. She tilted her head slightly and looked up at him with her glowing solid white eyes. The whites of her eyes were accentuated by a black stain that covered her face from the top of her forehead down to the ridge of her nose. It looked like a mask. Where the mask stopped her bright red skin started. Much brighter than his dark red skin.

"Am I hideous?" She asked as moisture covering her eyes. He noticed her canine teeth had grown long and sharp in his absence as well.

"You are beautiful," he argued and placed a hand on the side of her face to comfort her.

He wasn't lying either. She still held the facial structure of the Eliza he remembered. She still held that same look in her eyes as before. She was the same in all the ways he would want her to remain so, but the changes only seemed to make her more attractive to him.

"My face isn't the only change," she said quietly as she seemed to fight for herself to stand up.

She stood and let her robe fall from her shoulders to reveal her bright red body. He observed her from her slim neck, over her large but firm breasts, down her tight stomach that revealed lines down the side to show her muscles, her wide hips and down her long legs. She looked the same, other than her skin color.

"Please be kind," she pleaded as she slowly spun her body to reveal her back.

His eyes widened as he seen two bat-like wings just above her shoulder blades. They extended out as his eyes fell on them. The same black tattoo-like stains made star-like symbols on her bright red flesh around each one.

Kyle wrapped a large muscular arm around her from behind and squeezed gently. He felt her arms press against his hold as she breathed a sigh of relief.

'You are beautiful," he repeated as he pressed his lips to the side of her head. He tasted blood. "You're injured."

"We have a captive," she explained as he released his wife to follow her to the large hole that held the tiny redheaded woman with a fiery temper.

He looked down to see her staring up at him with wide and frightened eyes. Next to her was a large tree branch with dark stains on it.

"She nearly killed me," Eliza continued as she pointed down. "That club of hers was almost my end."

"She's the last," Kyle said as he forced anger out for the task at hand.

He desperately wanted to drop down and crush the woman for hurting his wife. He wanted to end her right there and then, but knew that the task was almost done. He had to finish it right.

"You've had quite the productive night," Eliza said in a happier tone as she turned to regard the new additions.

Kyle turned from the redhead to watch his wife step between Krystal and Coralyn, rubbing her hands over their shoulders as if they were only products to examine. She was right.

"Let's end this," Kyle stated just before dropping into the hole and landing with a great thud.

As he stood straight, the half-demon felt something crash against his back. He turned to see Holly, the angry redheaded woman with a tiny structured body yet large breasts, smash her club into him over and over. He watched in amusement as exhaustion took her over and she dropped the club before falling to her knees.

"Are you finished?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Who are you?" She breathed as she looked up at him. "What have you done to everyone?"

"You know me, Holly," he teased as he lowered himself to look straight into her green eyes.

"I don't know you," she demanded. It sounded like an angry mumble. "Go ahead and kill me then!"

"Kill you?" He said with a laugh. "I don't want to kill you."

"Then what the hell do you want with me?!" She shouted in a flash of absolute anger.

Kyle didn't answer with words. He dropped to his knees and stared down the woman's body. Her short cut bright red hair perfectly contrasted her pale freckled face as her green eyes narrowed into an angry and bitter stare. She was very short and skinny, but he could see her large and perky breasts pushing against her gray long-sleeved shirt that was covered with stains from mud and sweat. Her hips were narrow but wide enough to tell she was in her adulthood. She was young. Probably in her early twenties.

Her eyes went wide with a fear that replaced her anger. He looked down and noticed that his penis had begun to swell into an erection. His large cock aimed straight at her.

"Once we have sex," he began, bringing a gulp from her. "You will be a part of this and no longer need to have fear in your heart."

"I've never," she began in a whisper.

"You're a virgin?" Kyle asked as his eyes widened.