[timeline:  timeline:  a companion piece to Otherworld, Chapter 15]

She was 15, the only daughter of a cobbler, living a quiet life in a village which was neither too small nor too large, nestled in a valley walled to the west by high mountains which were the border between Otherworld and the Human World. Her life was simple and quiet and she expected nothing else. She was known for her quick and agile mind and her beauty. She looked like her mother, blond hair and blue-eyed, tall and slender, and she had many suitors, but none of them had yet to win her hand.

And one day -- one terrible, magical day, everything in her life changed.
The sky filled with dark clouds, erasing what had been a sunny day in seconds, and a demon swooped out from behind the clouds like a huge bird of prey, dropping straight down towards her, hooked an arm around her waist and carried her high into the sky. She screamed her terror but he ignored her, traveling at dizzying speeds through the clouds towards the nearby mountains. She was facing backwards and could not see his face, but on his feet were wheels of fire and a long dark braid stretched out in back, carried by the wind of his speed. After a while he began to climb and then after nearly an hour of flying, he went into the courtyard of a walled house nestled high in the mountains. 
The building was in terrible disrepair and looked abandoned. Without a word, he set her on her feet and walked into the house. She ran to the gate and flung it open, but stopped short. The house was high in the mountains and she could see no trail to would lead her to safety.

After a few minutes, he returned and took her arm, none too gently, and pulled her after him into the house. He dragged her past a great hall, covered in dust and cobwebs with broken furniture and torn draperies, down a long dark hallway, and into a bedroom. This room looked lived-in at least. There was an unmade bed and a small nightstand with a earthen pitcher of water and a small cup. He pulled her to him and began to unfasten the bodice of her dress, for some reason taking great care not to tear her dress. His brow furrowed in concentration. 
She looked at his face and he looked down, meeting her eyes for the first time. She gave a little cry of alarm when she looked into his deep red eyes and shrank back from him. He gave a wry smile, showing the tips of sharp fangs, and pulled her back. This time he tore the dress off of her in one tearing rip and tossed her on the bed as if she weighed nothing. 
Without a word, he began to slowly undress, carefully taking off each layer, while she cowered on the bed, holding the rumpled sheet in front of her as a screen.

When he was naked, he stood up. She had never seen a man before and for a brief moment, she wondered if humans looked as good as he did. His body was fair and unblemished. He unbraided his long hair and shook it free. His dark hair was magnificent and reached nearly to his knees. Then he moved to the bed and pulled her down, covering her with his body. He didn't look that strong, but like all demons, he was extremely strong. She could not push him away or even move him the tiniest bit. He took her breasts in his hands and licked the rosy tips until they stood hard and then he took them, one at a time, in his mouth and sucked hard. She felt a strange fluttering in the pit of her stomach as he sucked. His hands moved downward and took hold of her knees, pulling them up and apart, opening her wide. Still sucking, he put the blunt end of his sex at her entrance, and without a moment's hesitation, pushed inside. She gave a little cry as he pierced her maidenhood, which he ignored as he had ignored everything else that she had done, and continued to push deeper. When he was completely in, her walls stretched painfully around his turgid member, he began his rhythm, moving his hips in a hypnotic undulation. His mouth finally left her breasts and he raised his head so that he was right over her face and stared into her eyes, watching her as he moved inside of her.

She had nothing to lose. She knew of him; he and his brother were known as the Thunder Brothers and they were deadly Thunder Demons, able to call down lightning. Every so often, this brother would take a girl from the village. Sometimes their charred bodies would be found a few days later; sometimes they were never found. If her life was finished, then she would go out proudly and not cowering in fear. She bravely lifted her eyes and stared back. He smiled for a second, then concentrated on the job at hand. His breathing became labored as his movements quickened and suddenly he jammed himself deeper and held still for a few seconds. She felt warm liquid inside of her passage and knew that he had given her what her mother had romantically called "the seed of life" but what her friends called "climax" or "release."

After his release, he collapsed on top of her, but was quick to distribute his weight to his arms and legs. He rested like that for a while, then he took her again. And again. All through the night, the red-eyed demon released his seed inside of her body.

When she woke in the morning, he was sound asleep, sprawled on his stomach across the bed, his dark hair spilling over the side. She touched him lightly, but he did not stir. She sat up and looked at him; then ran her hand over the sensual curve of his buttocks. He stirred in his sleep and a soft moan issued. She pulled back her hand, afraid to wake him, and not even sure why she had touched him.
Her clothes were a torn and useless heap on the floor, so she padded through the house naked. There was no one else in the house, but she did find another room which looked like it had been occupied at one time. Where was his brother? She found a small kitchen and more water, a few small loaves of bread and some dried figs and apricots. She ate only a half of a loaf of bread, a few figs and an apricots, not sure how long the food would have to last.
She looked down at herself, her thighs were bruised from his roughness and his semen had made her inner thighs sticky. There must be a way that he kept clean. She searched another part of the house and found a bathing room complete with a large tub built on a raised stone floor which so that it could be heated. She carried several buckets to the tub and had just emptied out the last one when he walked into the room, still unclothed. He looked at her and took the bucket from her hands, and walked out without a word. In a few minutes he returned with it filled to the brim with water and poured it into the tub. He built a small fire under the stone floor and then brought more water, until the tub was filled with deliciously warm water. Then he picked her up and put her in the tub and stepped in with her. He washed thoroughly and then moved to her side, and washed her. His hands moved quickly over her body but she still felt a little tingle as they moved across her skin.
It became their routine. Sex all night, then a warm bath in the morning, following by more sex and then rest. His need was often and it was demanding, but somehow she managed to match his staying power. In the back of her mind was the knowledge that as long as he wanted her, she would live. So she moved her hands over his body as he lay on his stomach resting, stroking the curve of his back, running her fingers over the sensual curve of his butt, then dipping between his legs to find his balls, massaging them until he turned over and was ready to take her once more.
His blood-red eyes no longer bothered her; and for a demon he was good-looking. Since she no longer resisted, he no longer bruised her. Even that first time, he had not been brutal, merely rough. For two weeks, she remained in the house, wondering if this was her life from now on or if he would eventually tire of her and kill her in a blast of lightning.

Then one morning everything changed. He looked at her strangely and then, more to himself than to her, announced that she was pregnant. She watched him carefully, a hundred thoughts running through her mind. She was carrying a demon's child? What would that mean? Would it even matter to him? She knew that half-demons were treated cruelly by humans and demons alike -- fitting into neither world. And now she carried one inside of her belly.

She moved a little closer and he put his arms around her, encircling her, protecting her.

"Do you live here alone?" she asked, talking to him for the first time.

"I used to have a brother, but he was killed." he replied.

"My name is Serafin. What is your name?" she asked.

"Hiten."

Then he jumped up, as if coming to some unvoiced decision, and began rummaging through the house for clothing that would fit her. They dressed and she helped braid his long hair and he took to the sky, this time holding her close to his body. He went straight to the Castle of Otherworld and there, to her amazement, he went down on his knees to the Princess and begged for their lives and the life of his unborn child.

As she stood there watching this proud demon kneeling only because she carried his child, she knew that she would become his mate and she would live her life at his side. And she would bear his children and he would protect her with his life. And in that moment, Serafin began to fall in love with the red-eyed demon named Hiten.

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