Demons of Desire - A Descent into Dark Pleasure and Forbidden Love CHAPTER 15: HOUSEGUEST Claire arrived home well after dark and dropped into her easy chair. What a day. Half the soldiers were dead on the scene, another died hours later in the base's infirmary. The rest were in serious condition but were expected to recover eventually, though one of them with only one leg. He would probably have to tell people he stepped on a landmine overseas. They were also infected with the werewolf virus and would have to start taking the vaccine. Claire was credited with saving their lives. They took the girl to the base too, Claire wanted the staff counselor on hand just in case she remembered coming out of wolf form with demon tentacles inside her. Fortunately, she remembered it only as one remembers a dream, faintly and not for long. As usual with these cases Claire had trouble convincing her that she had even been a werewolf, though at Claire's prompting she was able to recount the deep bite she had received from a "large wild animal" a year and a half prior. It put her in the hospital, though the wound had healed remarkably quickly and didn't even leave a permanent scar. Typical shape-shifting gene behavior. She would be on her way back home in the morning, none the worse for wear, though with the standard follow-up sessions with a military counselor in her future. Probably Nikki Sabimura, in fact. And then there was the paperwork, oh God. With the routine stuff it was bad enough, with this cluster fuck to report it was a nightmare. The doorbell rang. "Who in the world...?" she wondered aloud. She went to the front door and opened it. A fairly nondescript man she'd never seen before stood outside. "What do you want?" she said, a little too harshly. "Oh, I was in the area and just thought I'd drop by," the man said, his eyes glowing red and a hint of horns starting to emerge from his forehead. "Gruthsorik!" Claire gasped and then leapt into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. She could feel him changing beneath her, his faux clothing fading into demon flesh, his tongue becoming pointed as it danced with hers. After several minutes of hot and heavy kissing, he began moving his kisses down her neck. She moaned in response, leaned back and swiftly removed her blouse and bra. …but everything was about to change
