Click here for the Kate Hill page. The Following story, A NIGHT WITH SMOLDER, is for readers 18 and over. A Night With Smolder by Kate Hill Eris felt the cage in which her ungrateful son had trapped her shift as someone moved it from its resting place in the basement of the infamous pleasure house, Python Place. She wondered what was happening, clinging to the hope that perhaps Tyrus had relented and set her free after all. She could scarcely believe he'd so viciously and completely turned on her. All three of her sons had disappointed her for years, bowing to their human side instead of indulging the pleasures of immortality. It was her immortal blood that gave them their strength, but they wasted it fighting the evil inside themselves rather than reveling in it. The mortal world was made for their pleasure. Humans meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. It was her own fault for selecting the wrong breeders for her children. While the boys’ fathers had been the most handsome men in England, perhaps the world, they were despicably good and decent. Why hadn't she thought with her dark heart instead of with her pussy? Now here she was, trapped in a cage created by Smolder, the only spirit darker than herself. She, like most immortals, avoided him not only because of his physical ugliness, but because of his loathsome gift. He had the ability to create magical prisons for immortals. Even in their smoke form they could not escape, such as Eris had recently learned. For weeks she had been trapped, alone and furious. Her immortal body never weakened though her mind slowly slipped away due to utter loneliness. Who would have thought a creature as wicked as her would miss the company of others? At the moment she might even accept a human companion, disgusting as it might sound. Humans were meant to destroy in moments of rapture. Their hot, pulsing energy fed immortal hunger, though unlike daemons, full immortal spirits such as Eris need only drain human energy for pleasure, not survival. No, Eris would remain alive in her cage for as long as Tyrus saw fit. This was truly a fate worse than the death most mortals feared. In spite of her anger, part of her felt proud that Tyrus had committed an act so evil--imprisoning his own mother. At least he had proved that one of her sons had inherited her darkness. She had tormented them for years, but only to save them, to force them into embracing their true nature as daemons. If she ever got out of this prison. . . Her cage stopped with a thud that jarred her teeth and she waited, her heart thrumming with anticipation, for any clue as to where she was. "Tyrus!" she shouted. "What's going on out there? Damn you! At the very least answer me!" The velvet drape disappeared from the window of the cage and a scarred face, familiar and terrifying, appeared on the other side of the glass. As always Smolder struck chords of horror and revulsion but also desire in her. Immortal spirits held beauty in high regard and a creature as hideous as Smolder was an outcast. As if in rebellion of the shunning by his own kind, he had further segregated himself by practicing a magic so dark, so wicked, that he was among the few with the power to imprison immortal beings. "You're in my domain, Eris. Sent here by your sons. You’re my prisoner here to do with as I please," he said coolly, though his unusual eyes--one brown, one blue--stared at her with hatred as well as lust. So all three of her offspring had agreed to imprison her. "As you please," she sneered. "So you intend to ravage me like a monster. I should expect no less." He gave a snort of contempt. "Strange words coming from a creature such as yourself, who slips uninvited into mortals' beds and steals their lives." "They are meant for our pleasure." His misshaped lips curved in a leering grin. "Now you're meant for mine." "So that's what this is about. I hurt the savage brute's tender feelings. Oh, Smolder, I'm sorry," she said in a mocking voice. "But how could I have justified taking you to bed?" "You think that's it?" Again he smiled, though without a trace of humor. "It wasn't that you rejected me so callously, Eris. Hell knows you weren't the first. It was that you decided to make a public mockery of my overtures." He had here there. To cover her embarrassment and even worse her desire about being pursued by him, she had waited until a celebratory gathering of immortal spirits to reject his proposal. The others thought it quite funny that the repulsive, terrifying giant Smolder thought himself worthy of the beautiful Eris. No one would have dared confront him with their mockery alone, but together their courage grew. Smolder, socially backward and rather shy in spite of his size and temper, rarely crept out of his dungeon domain. After her cruel rejection, he couldn't leave the celebration fast enough and had never returned for another. The others had praised Eris for finally driving off the beast forever. She had joined in their laughter and toasting yet inside a part of her had felt-- No. She couldn't, wouldn't, think about it. There was no way she could ever feel anything but disgust for Smolder. Yet even as she told herself this, her heart knew different. "I can't believe you still remember that." She laughed. "That must have been a thousand years ago." "Nine-hundred ninety-five years and sixteen days, bitch." "You deserved the mockery," she said. "Imagine you and me as--" "Soulmates? We are, Eris," he said, his lip curled. "One thing immortal spirits sense is their soulmate. There is no denying it, no matter what you say or do. You belong to me and I belong to you." The thought of him being her soulmate made her stomach clench, but not with revulsion. For centuries she'd managed to avoid him. Now thanks to her stupid, stubborn, wicked sons, she was at his mercy. When she got out of this mess--for she had no doubt she would--she was going to see that her sons paid for this insult. "So you intend to keep me locked in this cage forever?" she demanded. "That's up to you." "What do you mean?" "I mean you can remain there. Alone. Bored. Without any of the creature comforts I know you relish. Or you can make it worth my while to let you out. You'll still be my prisoner, but have the run of my domain. Good food. Fine wine. And plenty of the lovemaking you so crave." "With you?" She wrinkled her nose. "I'd rather spend eternity in the cage." "Truly?" He raised a wickedly arched black eyebrow. "Why don't you just take me?" she demanded, her heart pounding with anticipation. "It's what you want." "Because, Eris, contrary to popular belief, I'm not a monster." She snarled and turned her back on him. "Think about it, Eris. You've already been in that cage for weeks. Do you really want to stay for years, even centuries? How about forever?" Damn, she loathed this man! Mostly because deep inside she also wanted him. She wanted to hear his deep, rich voice close to her ear, feel his large hands upon her. She wanted him to claim her with his big, scarred body and make her scream-- "I'll be back later, Eris. We'll talk more then." "Wait," she said. If she bedded him, he promised to release her from the cage. Once given the run of his domain, she could work on him, lure him into setting her free. Smolder was no doubt lonely, lovesick and stupid enough to play into her hands. "Yes? You want something?" he asked with an aloofness she hadn't expected. "I accept your offer. I will. . .pleasure you." He smiled and flung her a mocking look through the glass. "Come now, dear, you can sound more inviting than that. Make it worth my while to let you out of this lovely cage I toiled so long to create." Eris clenched her fists. He was a most frustrating man. For spite, he had dedicated his life to finding ways to intimidate the immortal spirits that shunned him. She knew most of the scars on his body had been made centuries ago when an even older spirit, one nearly as old as time itself, had taught him to work the magical metal, the only substance in the world that could imprison immortal spirits. Even when they turned to their elusive smoke form, they could not escape a cage forged by this metal. Smolder's entire dungeon domain was enforced by it, protecting yet forever separating him from his own kind. Ever so briefly she thought of the loneliness he felt and the hatred that prompted him to willingly separate himself from everyone else. Most likely because he knew no matter what he did, they would always spurn him. She must stop this. These feelings for him were a disgrace, not to mention revolting. She was Eris. The epitome of evil beauty and he was Smolder, immortal riffraff. "I said I'd do what you want, but you can't force emotions out of me, Smolder." "That I don't doubt," he sneered. "Because you don't have any. Still I won't let that stop me from enjoying the one thing you can provide." Moments later the cage door opened and Eris stepped out, glancing at her surroundings. This was the first time she'd been in the beast's lair, though she had to admit she'd often wondered what it was like. She found herself in an large round stone room. Smolder seemed to have disappeared, yet she guessed he still lurked nearby, watching her with those odd, compelling eyes. To her right was a large black trunk with silver fixtures. To her left stood an enormous bed draped in black satin. Manacles dangled from the carved headboard. A shiver darted through Eris, only partly due to the dungeon's chill. "Cold?" Smolder's deep voice spoke close to her ear and she shivered again as his smoky form enveloped her from behind. His scent, that of pine--wild yet delicious--filled her with every breath. His form solidified and she found herself held snugly against his powerful chest. The man was incredibly tall and had more muscle than a prized bull. The urge to close her eyes and surrender to his embrace almost overcame her, but she wouldn't make seduction that easy for him. She pulled away and to her surprise he released her. Eris' heart pounded and she drew a deep breath before turning to face him. He glared at her with his mismatched eyes gleaming with lust. Strangely, she found those eyes beautiful--slanted and thickly lashed, their expression intensely masculine. Just like Smolder. Yes he was oversized, his face misshapen and body scarred, but he was undeniably virile. In truth none of the other handsome, perfect immortal spirits oozed masculinity like this raven-haired, dusky-skinned beast. That body of his had always aroused her far more than she wanted to admit. He was an absolute mountain of muscle. The sight of his broad shoulders, narrow hips and long, rock-hard legs nearly stole her breath. Clad only in snug black breeches and calf-high boots, he stood with his legs braced apart and his long, powerful arms relaxed at his sides. Only his eyes revealed the excitement churning inside him. "I hope you don't intend to change your mind," he said, "Because if you do, it's right back in the cage with you." "No. I said I'd tolerate your hulking, filthy body. I'd endure you rutting me like the savage beast you are." "You mean you'll enjoy having me pleasure you as you've never been pleasured before." He strode toward her and she backed away, her pulse racing. The thought of him filling her with his cock, fucking her until she exploded in ecstasy, already had her pussy drenched and nipples stiff with passion. She laughed. "What could you possibly know about pleasure? I doubt you've ever bedded a woman, and if you have, it's because you forced yourself upon her." "You'd be an expert at that. I'll wager most of the mortals you've been with had no choice in the matter. I, on the other hand, prefer willing partners." "Then why force me?" "I'm not. This was your decision." "True." She wrinkled her nose. "Having you paw me is better than being stuck in that cage. I can endure your clumsy overtures." "Good. Now, Eris, the price of your relative freedom to roam this dungeon is, as you said, to be my companion. To give me pleasure." As he spoke, he backed her toward the bed until she felt the edge of it against her legs. "So let the pleasure begin." He shoved her onto her back and she stared up at him, furious yet aroused and curious. Would he be a terrible lover as she suspected? If so, in time he could learn how to please her. Just touching his body would be a joy in itself. For centuries she'd secretly longed to touch that broad, steely chest and run her lips over his chiseled stomach. If anyone so much as guessed how she really felt about him, the humiliation would be unendurable. "You animal," she snarled. He grunted in reply, grasped the front of her black silk gown and tore it open. Her bare breasts tumbled free, the pert nipples plump and dark pink against her alabaster flesh. Her breasts rose and fell with each aroused, angry breath and Smolder seemed entranced by them. Finally he tore his gaze from her, grasped her arms and forced them over her head. "What are you doing?" she demanded as he used the manacles to secure her wrists to the headboard. "Making sure you keep your promise." Eris tugged against the manacles. She turned to smoke and tried to slip away, but as she guessed, the bonds were made of the special metal and enforced by Smolder's wicked magic. Panting, she watched him step away from the bed and quickly discard his boots and breeches. She moistened her lips that had suddenly gone dry at the sight of his thick cock and the heavy balls beneath. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and she could scarcely wait for him to cover her body with his and-- Her thoughts faded when he stretched out beside her on the bed, covered her belly with his large, warm hand, took her nipple between his lips and ran his tongue over it. Eris' body tightened with desire. He lapped and sucked the nipple, using his teeth to gently graze the taut nub until she nearly went insane with pleasure. When he moved to her other breast, his body half draped over hers, she couldn't keep the moan of desire from slipping past her lips. He sucked her nipple and caressed her hip and thigh with long, sweeping strokes of his hand. Then he stroked the nest of curls between her legs. He slid a long finger inside her, exploring and gathering moisture before he withdrew the digit and caressed her clit. "Ah!" Eris cried, twisting her hands and wishing to be free of the bonds so she could touch him. He groaned, a deep, lustful sound that sent her pulse racing out of control. Ever so slowly he left a trail of kisses from her breast to her neck. How badly she wanted him to kiss her! She could scarcely wait. Then his mouth covered hers. His lips, firm and moist moved against hers, arousing her even more. She felt the scars on his lip, but rather than repulsing her, the sensation of them intrigued her. Using the tip of her tongue, she caressed his lips, relishing every ridge and paying careful attention to the well-defined bow of his upper lip. Smolder thrust his tongue into her mouth. Eris' tongue met it, desperate and hungry. All the while his hand continued stroking and teasing her where she most wanted to be touched. The marvelous pressure built deep inside her. Her clit ached and throbbed, her pussy clenching as she neared her climax. Just when she was about to explode, he broke the kiss, moved down her body and dragged her legs over his shoulders. He grasped her buttocks, his fingers tenderly kneading the spheres while his mouth hovered over her clit. For a moment his warm breath teased her sensitive flesh then he began licking and sucking it. The pleasure overwhelmed Eris and she came, gasping and tugging on her bonds. She writhed yet he held her bottom steady. He teased her until the last pulsation. Panting, Eris lay stunned as her heartbeat slowed. In all her long life she'd been with more men than she could count, but none had ever made her feel like this. It must have been because Smolder really was her soulmate. Finally admitting it, even to herself, left her in a shocked state. Never in her life had she felt this vulnerable, this alive. She had no one to blame but her damn sons for forcing her into this situation. She sought to lure them into her world of darkness and they had succeeded in thrusting her into their sickening world of love. There was no control here. Only desire to give and receive pleasure with this. . .beast. Before she could think further, Smolder covered her body with his. With a long, slow thrust he filled her with his cock. Eris drew a sharp breath. Her eyes flew open and she found him staring at her with such intensity that she forgot everything and everyone except him. "You're mine, Eris," he said fiercely. He began thrusting in a steady rhythm that soon rekindled her passion. Unable to resist, Eris locked her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. If only he'd move faster. She wanted him to drive into her, claim her, pleasure her. Hell, his cock was so thick and hard and he filled her so perfectly, like no man ever had before. Though she hated to admit it, he was right. They were made for each other. Once he'd finished fucking her she would have to sit back and think this problem through. There was no way she intended to spend eternity in this dungeon, yet she also knew that no matter what happened, she'd need to continue seeing Smolder. There was no denying him now that they'd made love. Now that she knew he could make love this well. "Oh, yes," she panted, her eyes slipping shut. "Don't stop. Smolder, don't!" A wicked grin on his lips, he paused in his thrusting. "Tell me you're mine." She opened her eyes and stared at him. Why didn't the bastard keep thrusting? "Say it," he ordered. "I don't belong to anyone but myself," she said through clenched teeth. "Really?" He thrust again, short fast strokes of his flesh against hers. Eris gasped , her body arching beneath his. Then he stopped again. "You're mine, Eris, and I'm yours. Admit it." "Never." Five more long, slow thrusts that left her trembling on the verge of climax. "Tell me what I want to hear," he whispered against her lips. She knew by the lust in his eyes and the rasp of his breath he wanted fulfillment as much as she did. Why did he have to be so stubborn? "Can't we just enjoy this?" she demanded. "Not until you tell me you're mine." He kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth to the same rhythm as his hips. Again he stopped, but rather than play his game, Eris began squeezing her internal muscles. She kept her eyes closed as she tried to force them both over the edge where they teetered so precariously. "Tell me," he practically growled, grasping a handful of her hair and gently tugging her head back so he could lick and kiss her throat. "Oh, Smolder," she breathed, her breasts pressed against his powerful, hair-roughened chest. If only her hands were free. She wanted to cling to him so badly! He drove into her and she felt tremors ripping through him as he held back his raging desire. Every stroke of his cock, each rasp of his breath excited her to dangerous heights. Any moment she was going to-- "Tell me!" he demanded. "I'm yours," she panted and he doubled his speed, driving into her so fast and hard all she could do was close her eyes and enjoy the waves of pleasure washing over her. "Oh, Smolder, I'm yours! Please free my hands. Please!" Seconds later the manacles opened and she clung to him, her hands roaming over the hard, straining muscles of his back. Her fingers clutched his powerful shoulders and she sobbed with pleasure, lost in the most intense orgasm of her life. Somewhere through the haze of pleasure she felt him come, his body stiff and her name a ragged cry on his lips. When he collapsed atop her she didn't even care that he nearly crushed her. At that moment she never wanted to be parted from him. With a pleasured groan, he rolled onto his side and tugged her to his chest. Eris sighed, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. Her mind began to clear and she could finally think about her situation. Yes, she and Smolder were undoubtedly soulmates, but that didn't mean she had any intention of spending her life locked in his dungeon. In time she could have this powerful beast under her control and getting there would be so much fun. Once free, she would repay her three naughty boys for betraying their mother. Still she hated to admit part of her was grateful for what they'd done. "You're mine," Smolder whispered against her hair. "Yes," she replied, a wicked grin on her lips. Eris turned in his arms so she could kiss and lick his gorgeous chest. Her hand caressed his hip then grasped his buttocks. This man had a magnificent ass. Purring deep in her throat, she bit his nipple hard enough to make him draw a sharp breath of pleasure-pain. "I'm yours, Smolder. And you, gorgeous beast, are mine." The End email The graphics used to create this site were designed by Wolfden Creations.