Today I would like to welcome Raven McAllan to Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains. She's going to tell us a bit about the devilish hero in her new book.
Ten—give or take (he refuses to be pinned down)—Things Sael says you simply have to know about him and his world.
Livvy's Devil Dom
Sael isn't backward at coming forward. Here's his definition of himself…
I'm a devil—one of the good guys. Be pleased, be very, very, pleased. The bad devils are not what you want inside you.
Saffaul, my planet is like earth only tiny. Though we don't have midges.
My horns are unique to me. Humans have finger prints, we Saffaulian's have horns, and no two pairs are the same. Tails are a different matter. They're just tails. It's how you use them that counts.
Saffaul is behind Orion.
Due to my er, well my cum, Livvy now likes caviar.
I love Haggis Neeps and Tatties. Livvy introduced that dish to me. Especially with a wee dram of Macallan over the haggis.
My horn and tail are only visible on 'special' occasions.
My favorite songs are; Come fly with me, by Frank Sinatra, and Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel. Yeah, I'm just an old softie. Well wink some bits are.
My favorite color is red. Red hair, red cheeks red lips red ass…
I love Livvy more than life itself.
Livvy's Devil Dom Blurb
When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.
She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.
He needs her complete submission.
A wee tease
"We will make beautiful children. Proper little Devils full of spark and feistiness."
"You're mad." She shook her head. How the hell does he know that? Has he had a snip reversal or something? This has got to be another surreal dream. Got to be. I'll wake up and realize my dreams have gone up to a new level of weirdness. Should I pinch myself?
"Ouch." She glared at the figure beside her. There really was someone with her, and he'd pinched her. She could see the red mark on her arm.
"I did it for you, the pinch," he said in an “aren't I helpful” tone of voice. "I thought it might be more effective if it came from me."
Livvy leaned toward him and pinched him back. Hard. He blinked and gave the most theatrical wince she'd ever seen.
"Shit, woman. Okay. There's no need to retaliate."
"Ha, there so is."
She moved away and sat across the room from him. Doing so made her feel strangely lonely. There was a tug, deep inside her, a connection she wanted to deny but couldn't. What was going on?
"This will get us nowhere fast. Start talking, so I can sort memories and dreams from memories of reality. Firstly, no way did you just spring out of me last year. So?" I sound like a complete brat. She decided she didn't care. She needed information, and fast.
"Of course not. What a stupid idea. My name as you well know, if you chose to acknowledge it, is Sael. I am Saffaulian. I was born many moons ago there. In our world. Which, if humans weren't so insular and so sure they knew everything, would be obvious to see. Behind Orion. And my mother would be most upset if you denied her existence. Come to think of it." His voice filled with humor. "I don't think my father would be overly impressed either."
Livvy waited for more.
Instead, he closed the distance she'd put between them and began to nuzzle her neck. Tingles and spirals of heat radiated out from where he touched, and her clit clenched in an effort to direct the erotic stings towards it.
"Right," she said. "Let's stop buggering about." She giggled at the speculative look that came into his eyes. "No, we're not even going to go there—argh, that so doesn't sound right." Damn, I've forgotten the Sirring bit again.
Sael laughed openly, and even though she felt ready to thump him again, and was worried about what was might happen, and—Oh shit. To her dismay, her knickers were more than damp—how many times could that happen before they were wrecked?—and her clit throbbed in time to the tiny erratic pulse in her neck. A wave of heat suffused her body, and the muscles in her pussy sent a new gush of arousal to coat her thighs. However Livvy found herself able to laugh with him, as the tears streamed down her face.
"Oh, Livvy-love, let's go there. Anytime," he said, as his eyes twinkled, and blue and silver lights shot from them. Sparks of fire glowed in their depths, and she'd swear she saw a rainbow flash overhead.
"Stop it." She wiped her eyes and sobered up. "No, thank you, Sir. No appeal to me." Liar, liar… She blocked that thought out, just in case he'd tuned into her like he said he could. “So, you have parents? Who come from a planet behind Orion? And?"
"You don't mean it, you know, about the buggering. You love it, really."
She lifted her hand, and the fire in his eyes seemed to reach out to her. Livvy lowered it hastily, and he rewarded her with a smile.
"Good girl. Be warned, though. I will remember that, and you will pay for it later. Now, where was I? Yes, okay, explanations now and fucking later. I get you. Well, it's a story that is so familiar to me, I forget I need to spell it out. And to be honest, I thought you'd realized what was going on from our activities this last year."
"No." She was going to make him explain everything. "Start at the beginning, and don't stop until the end."
He raised one eyebrow.
"Um, please, Sir." She'd get the hang of this Sirring if it killed her.
"If you don't it'll more than likely kill me, pet. Yes, I read your mind. Deal with it. Remember who's in charge, my love. You can say what you want, but each infraction will be remembered and recorded in here." He tapped his head. "And we'll resolve them as is right and proper later. Okay."
He stared. Livvy looked away first. The idea of resolution intrigued, excited, and scared her.
"Yes, Sir." Every time she said it, it got easier.
His tone changed from seductive and commanding to brisk and businesslike.
"My name is Sael De Laphouresse. In human age, I'm thirty-five. On Saffaul? Add thousands. I come from a long line of Saffaulian Rulers. We control the Devils within the recess of a person's soul. Each of us has a soul we take care of, cherish, nurture, and eventually live within. Once, many eons ago, we ruled all Devils, both the Devils Within and the Inner Devils. Two types of Devils, light and dark, good and bad. Sadly, not everyone chooses to have a good Devil within them. For centuries of your world's time, we tempered the good with the bad. Managed to keep peace and harmony both on Saffaul and Earth. Now, until we reach the age of Saffaulian maturity, we guard our chosen soul from afar. The elders will do all that is necessary if any human needs Saffaulian help. This is our way. Once we are mature, we begin our life's work. If the rulers decide that both our soul and we are ready, we move in. Then, after we show our human how we need to interact, we appear. Take charge—"
"By fucking?" She interrupted him with a sweet—and innocent—grin.
"I distrust that look, love. And be warned, if you don't stop butting in, I'll show you how effective a ball gag is. Remember? You shouted blue heaven, and I had to explain the traffic light system. Red, ‘no not now’, orange, ‘hold on let's talk about this’, and green is ‘go, go, go, all is goooood’. Then well, after I knew I had to slow down, I sort of made you forget all that. Now we need to get up to speed, so it's traffic lights, okay? And we can always try the gag again."
Livvy was darned sure she was the color of the walls, and they were pale grey. That was something she hadn't remembered. "Er no, thank you. Red then."
He laughed. "Oh Livvy-love, you're so transparent. How can you call red when your cream coats your legs and you're so wet you want to make yourself come? Oh, and you're not to do that, unless I say so. Accept it."
Sael waited until at last she gave a brief nod. Then he smiled, damn him. He knew she'd do as she agreed.
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