From Waitress to Demon Hunter (Closed)

Kris had a way of drawing herself up whenever he was about to yell at him, her green eyes shining with passion, her full lips pouting, and her impressive cleavage shifting and bouncing as she moved into position. She always seemed ready, even eager, for a scrap.

But Elias' change of tactic completely blindsided her. Now the Demon Hunter's beautiful face was glowing with excitement. A wild smile spread across her delicate features. She looked more breathtakingly gorgeous than ever and she was so close to him. Elias breathed in her fragrance -that subtle yet irresistible scent that always seemed to cling to Kris Cuthbert, that hint of someting spicy and sensuous.

He would have known it anywhere. It always brought to mind their kiss -the way that Kris has pushed her tight, taut body against him, giving herself up to his kiss and kissing him back with a kind of fierce rapture, how wonderful she'd felt beneath his hard hands, how every tiny touch and movement while they were locked together had shot shocking thrills of pleasure through his tightly muscled body. He'd never before met a girl who'd had this kind of effect on him -just as he'd never before met a girl capable of frustrating him quite as much as Kris Cuthbert.

He drew himself back to what she was saying with a frown. But he had her now. It was hard to bring himself to wipe away that sunburst smile, so Elias allowed himself a little white lie.

"Sure," he said. "I'm sure we can stop for take-out."



***


The fries in their cheery red cardboard sheaf were already cold. Elias had taken one bite of his burger before reluctantly realising it was indeed as unappetising as it looked. He focused on the interstate ahead instead. Aunt Lucretia's car was a tricky, noisy beast with various eccentricities that one had to be aware of.

"Like I said," he told Kris, in the passenger seat. "We did stop for take-out."

At a drive-thru restaurant almost as depressing as the place she used to work on the way out of town, but Johnson Street hadn't been on the way.

Kris had been so excited she could barely contain herself. She was like a little puppy who just got asked did they want to go for a walk, she was literally bouncing on their way out. So many things came past her lips in those moments of jubilation, most of it was nonsensical rambling on a variety of topics that would no doubt go over Elias' head. The gloom of the past few weeks evaporated within an instant, she was that outgoing and exhilarated young girl who had climbed onto the back of his bike while Honker's burned behind them.

She could literally taste the deepdish pizza already.

A few hours later, all that enthusiasm and cheer had been completely and utterly washed away. The way her face drained of all life was swift as they pulled into the chain drive-thru restaurant, though calling it a restaurant should have been a criminal offense. Kris pipped up quickly that she had said pizza, not shitty road burgers. Elias was quick to point out he had said take-out...this was take-out in every sense of the word. An anger that Kris rarely felt swept up inside her and left her stomach in knots. It wasn't the fact that he had lied (well kind of) but mostly the fact he lied about food. That was near sacrilege! Kris worked herself up into a little fit of righteous anger, preparing to give Elias a good what for by the end of this little experience. But then something snapped behind those bright green eyes of hers, which settled on the menu as the rusty bucket of a car pulled up to place an order.

Kris got her revenge in the most passive aggressive way possible, by making Elias order her a kiddie value meal from the children's menu. He had to use the right name, a Super Whacky Kiddie Corner Combo, otherwise the brain dead attendant would have no idea what button to push. It was enough to get him to say Whacky and Kiddie in the same sentence, at least for a few minutes.

She went quickly back to sulking in her seat, her arms folded angrily over her chest with her drink resting partially against her arm and chest. It was small enough to set leveled against her bosom, she finally put them to good use for a change. The tip of her straw lingered close to her lips, not fully though, so when she sipped it made a god awful slurping sound the entire time.

“I'm bored!” Kris finally exploded, her voice little more than a whine. “Does this piece of shit even have a radio? And where the hell are we goin'?”

Distractingly, Kris had squeezed her drink in between her large, lusciously firm and supple breasts. She was moodily bending over to suck from the end of the straw, not quite getting her soft, pouting lips around it. It was a position instantly suggestive to the male mind. Elias couldn't help but think how amazing it would feel to have his cock in the place of Kris' fizzy drink, to feel his huge length squeezed and cradled by those wondrous, soft ivory globes while her mouth descended to suckle on the engorged head of his cock...

Elias had to remind himself that this was the girl who had coldbloodedly forced him to say the phrase "Super Whacky Kiddie Corner Combo", while she watched grimly on. She was now maintaining a sulky silence, occasionally delivering baleful, betrayed looks at him from across the divide between the passenger and driver's seat.

Kris' sullen silence wasn't a particular cause for concern for Elias. He knew the Demon Hunter, and he gave it about ten minutes before boredom would overcome indignation and she found herself forced to speak to him again. The quiet in the meantime was something of a relief.

In fact, it was just short of ten minutes.

“I'm bored!” she announced at last. “Does this piece of shit even have a radio? And where the hell are we goin'?”

"It does have a radio," Elias said levelly. "But as far as I can tell it only gets one station and that's static."

He was speaking reasonably and calmly. This tended to be his starting point for arguments with Kris -a position he'd maintain with decreasing levels of succes, until superior calm gave way to intense irritation, which in turn turned into a fury matched by Kris' own. And an incomprehensible part of him always looked forward to that high point, the two of them nose to nose and screaming at each other. What the hell was wrong with him?

Instead of considering this any further, he handed her Clark's letter.

"We're going to the Sierras. Read this. I think my friend needs a Demon Hunter."

Though what he was going to get was another matter altogether, Elias reflected gloomily.

Kris narrowed her gaze on the letter with utter contempt. Those fierce green orbs positively gleamed with her emotions, which, at the moment were none too positive. It was much easier to focus on those negative feelings, especially after a particular crappy meal. She didn't taken the folded piece of paper at first, instead just looked at it as if it might try and bite her. She took another obnoxious slurp from her drink before she lifted it from her bosom and set it aside in a cupholder. Her lips pursed and she gave Elias an annoyed look before she whipped her hand about at the wrist with a flourish and snatched up the letter between her delicate fingers.

“Don't you people have email? Or even Twitter. Geeze,” She huffed loudly before she unfolded the letter and let her gaze settle upon it. Her lips twitched as her green orbs flicked across the surface, taking in the letters without really absorbing the meaning. If anything she focused on the name, which caused her to let out a mirth-filled giggle.

“Clark Smith? That name sounds so fake. Or maybe he's really a super hero.” Kris pointed out matter-of-factly. The thought that Elias would miss a superhero reference didn't cross her mind once.

“Maybe he is a superhero! Do they even exist? Heh...sounds like a stupid question but a few weeks ago I didn't think demons existed either. Wait...I got super powers. Does that make me a superhero? Can I learn to shoot out lazor beams from my eyes...or fly?” The very idea filled Kris up with that bubbly delight all over. After all, the true extent of her powers was a mystery to her. Perhaps if she had listened to one of Elias' relatives she might have been able to piece it out. But just as quickly as the thoughts came to mind, another filled its place. With a huff she tossed the letter aside and retrieved her cellphone from her pocket. With a swipe of her finger she brought the sleek beast to life, then continued to tap on the screen even as her mouth started up all over again.

“So you thought you'd bring me out here and learn me better than your Adam's Family relatives could? That's kinda cocky of you,” Kris muttered absently, her gaze wide as it lingered on her tiny screen.

“What kind of music do you like? I bet you like some shitty classic stuff like Beethoven or something. Or maybe you are more of a metal head?” Kris glanced up briefly, her finger hovering over her phone as that darling smile drifted out over her plush lips. She held his gaze and tapped once, only to usher forth a cacophony of screaming metal. She flashed the horns with her free hand and let her tongue lull out even as she gave her head a savage headbanging snap forward.

“That's more like it!”

"What... ? Why would you be able to... ?"

Elias was still trying to find a way to respond to Kris' non sequitur questions about laser eyes when the redhead's ever-mercurial mind found a new topic of interest. At least her mood had improved. That mischevious, adorable, provocative smile was once again hovering about her lips. Storms, sunshine, storms, sunshine... Kris wasn't so much a girl as a force of nature who just happened to have large, firm, bouncing breasts, a slender and wonderfully shapely and tight little body, a stunning, world-class ass and those achingly kissable lips...

Stop thinking about her lips!

But it was so hard not to think about Kris when her physical presence was so close by, when that irresistible smile was on her lips and her fresh, subtle fragrance was in his nostrils and he felt unable to do anything but recall the way she'd felt in his arms, that blissful and all-too-brief moment when she'd suddenly melted against him and began kissing him back with a fire and an urgent need, a hunger like a starving creature, pressing her body against him as though she would die if every inch of her toned body was not in close contact with his. Demon Hunter or not, a girl like that was one in a million. Elias had never known a girl respond with such voracious, sensual passion.

Then he was distracted by the distinctive sound of the Thri'man demonic battle cries, feared across the known world.

At least, it sounded like Thri'man battle cries, but from the way Kris was proudly regarding her phone and raising her fingers in the air, it was instead something she had produced. Elias gaped at her.

"Is that supposed to be... pleasant?"

Kris Cuthbert was naked.

She was bending over with her back to him, presenting that mouthwateringly pert, rounded rump as though for his delectation, while between her legs glistened the shaven, juicy treasure of her sex. Elias almost groaned at the thought of taking hold of that sweet, perfect ass and plunging his cock into those warm, tight feminine depths. Fuck! It was like a solemn obligation, like a divine duty, to service a slender, toned and athletic body so perfectly made and balanced for sex, to caress those huge, creamy and flawless breasts, to kiss those cinnamon-hot lips, to slide every inch of his massive, rigid erection deep up into her until his balls smacked against her ass...

Judging by the sly, impish grin on her gorgeous, finely freckled face Kris was having similar thoughts. She wriggled invitingly, impatiently, flexing her lovely nude body, a trickle of her sweet juices running down her leg, and Elias approached, his whole body seeming to ache and throb with the need to possess her.

She turned to him and spoke.

"Mr van der Pohl? This is the five o'clock wake-up call you requested."


Elias came to wakefulness and reality all at once. Their room was a small detached cabin in the hotel court, the person banging at the door was a yawning bellhop and not a nude, lascivious Demon Hunter. Kris, in fact, was a barely recognisable bundle of blankets on the other bed, on the other side of the room. Judging from past experience, he'd probably have to wake her himself -at least twice.

But he'd prefer to wait for the gigantic erection he was sporting to go down first.


It had been a long trip, a trip filled with bickering, cheap motel rooms, flavorless road food, and the strange howling music Kris liked, or at least claimed to like. But that hadn't been the difficult part.

The difficult part had been sharing quarters with Kris. It had been turning his back while she undressed, listening to the rustle of her clothing hitting the floor while his throat went dry with desire. It had been the glimpses of her after showering, short red hair slick against her scalp and an inadequate towel pinned around the high slopes of her breasts.

It had been worst of all when their room had been next to that of a particularly randy young couple who'd decided to spend that night screwing each other senseless. The grunts, groans, bedspring squeaks and feminine screams of bliss coming through the wall were matched by the increasingly uncomfortable silence in the room Kris and Elias shared. Elias found himself incapable of thinking anything but the positions he could put Kris in to elicit or outdo the noises the woman next door was making. He remained fairly sure that once you got Kris going, she was the kind of girl who could make a truly satisfying large amount of noise.

Eventually he'd gotten up to go for a long walk while Kris turned the hotel TV on full blast.


Remembering his thoughts on that occasion was doing nothing to diminish Elias' hard-on. They were in the last hotel. From this point on, the trail up to Clark's place was only accessible to walkers -and they'd have to start soon to reach his cabin before dark.

Elias yielded to the circumstances and, holding a bedsheet out in front of his still-steely hard cock something like a matador would hold his cloak, he approached Kris' bed.

"Get up! We've got to get going."

The trip had been complete and utter shit. Kris felt more like a hostage than a traveling companion, which only made her generally disagreeable attitude even worse. By the end of it she was just initially doing things to piss Elias off, which at that point was as easy as eating her food as nosily as possible to rapping her fingers against the window, though her favorite was reading every sign they passed out loud. She used her 'stupid' tone as she called it, sounding out the words one by one as if she didn't quite understand what she was saying, each word dripped with learning disability.

In the end it didn't make the trip any better, her attitude didn't improve for longer than a few minutes before she was back to square one. The fact that Elias and his brood lived in obvious opulence (fucking mansion, hello!) made the cheap motels and crap food all the worse. At least they could go five stars, not that they were exactly in the middle of anything that closely resembled civilization. The fact that she had to be so close to Elias all the time didn't help matters one bit. Despite his general piss poor attitude, he was just drop dead gorgeous. Kris couldn't help but want to run her fingers through his hair and over the hard definitions of his muscles, hell, she wanted to run her tongue over those pecs and lick whip cream off his washboard abs. The general frustration of the situation made the close quarters near unbearable, Kris found herself watching him undress more than a few times. By the time she snapped out of it she had realized she forgot to breath the entire time.

The last night in the cabin was simply the worst. The place was what Kris colorfully described as 'shit'. It was near empty, yet somehow they managed to put them in a room near a pair of horny bastards that proceeded to rock the casbah the entire night. She was at the same time frustrated, impressed, and annoyed by it all. Still, she had to give it to the guy, he obviously knew what he was doing. Kris couldn't help but wonder if Elias was that generous of a lover. He didn't seem the type, she made a mental note that he was probably the type of guy to not even have the god damn common courtesy of letting her cum first. At first she found the situation funny, literally giggling like a school girl and pressing her ear to wall while making lewd comments. But soon it got annoying and completely enveloped the little room they shared.

Wump, wump, wump.

The bed frame hit the wall repeatedly, Kris could keep time with the pace if she really tried. By then it was just frustrating, the pent-up frustration between the two could have been cut with a knife at that point. Instead of focusing further on it Kris turned to the TV, tuning in to ancient reruns while Elias disappeared into the night. She turned the sound of as far as it could go, hoping the couple enjoyed the theme song of “Welcome back Kotter.” to go along with their rutting.

Eventually, with the help of some loud music and earbuds Kris managed to catch some Z's. Not that she slept well at all. Between the vibration of the thumping bed, her own arousal and anger, her dreams had been filled with disturbingly erotic images. There was never enough time to focus on one thing in particular, just as the stimulation came it vanished, something else drifted into view and Kris stirred and rolled over with a subtle groan. The sheets were a jumble by the time the walk up call came, Kris was twisted in them with a pillow over her head and her earbuds still in her ears. Her phone had ran out of juice sometime during the night, though by then the couple had worn themselves out. A familiar voice filled her senses as she lingered in limbo, deep and smoldering, with a hint of annoyance. Kris twitched and let out a lewd groan. Her frame slowly moved until she was on her back, the sheets twisted about her legs. She tried to tug them back, though in her current position they didn't budge.

“I dun wanna go to school today,” She muttered under her breath, still more than halfway asleep. Her hand tugged at the sheets again, which didn't move at all. Her brows knitted in frustration, her legs tensed and squirmed as they tried to slip out of them to no avail. Kris growled and grunted before she proceeded to thrash about on the bed in a temper tantrum. The sheets rustled loudly as she wriggled out of them, suddenly pushing up into a sitting position with a loud huff.

“Fuck!” She snarled, her short fiery mane a wild mess, several strands sticking straight up. Her eyes were open but unseeing, bleary and unfocused.

“What time is it? Fuck is the sun even up?” She whined pitifully as the lack of sunlight became more than evident. She moved lethargically, kicking the sheets the rest of the way off as she glared up at Elias. Her sleeping attire was scant at best, a T-shirt with a worn band logo that was at least two sizes too small, along with a pair of shorts that were more panties than actual shorts. It was more than a little revealing, but truth be told Kris hated wearing clothes at all while she slept. Her chest heaved as she let out an annoyed huff, her gaze trailing over the towering figure before her, slowly realizing he was holding the sheets out as if he were protecting something or at least covering it up.

“Are you...alright?” She blinked slowly, and if one watched closely they could see her waking up bit by bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Elias snapped. The sight of early morning Kris -her breasts squeezed into a tight, faded T-shirt and a couple of incredibly brief shorts adorning her legs, was doing nothing to bring his erection down.

He himself was dressed in a plain white T-shirt and boxers, their elasticity currently strained to snapping point by the tent of his hard, thick cock underneath them. He let the sheet drop, suddenly too exasperated to care about appearances, and laid a hand on Kris' shoulders.

"Listen," he said, meeting her sleepy green gaze with his own angry blue. "We'll be climbing the mountain all day. We don't know what might be up there, so you'd better keep on your toes and stay alert. Do you understand?"

The truth was it probably just a mischief demon, or some vision of Clark's drug-addled imagination, but there was a tiny possibility that exaggerating the danger would make Kris' company on the trek ahead slightly more tolerable.

Her gaze was still bleary and unfocused at this point, there had been no caffeine injected into her system nor was there any promise of such. Kris didn't work very well without at least a cup of coffee or an energy drink to boost her up and get her going. Just one other thing that wasn't going to happen, Kris thought drearily as her gaze started to focus in the dim light. It was just in time for Elias' sudden movement and revel. There was no denying the way those slender brows arched above her green gaze, the look of absolute shock and awe that dawned upon her visage. Elias spoke, said something about a mountain, or toes or something. It was all background noise at this point, her proud shoulders were tense in his grasp and her gaze was singularly focused on that massive tentpole in his boxers. The shock didn't last long at all though, by the time he finished up his little 'motivational' speech a sinister smirk had found its way to her lips.

There were several explanations as to why Elias was sporting such a massive erection, though the delicate workings of a man's body was lost on Kris. Morning wood was just something that happened, like the tides and the sun rising. Not that she was really trying to ponder just why it was pointing right at her, no, she knew.

It was her.

There was a certain sense of smugness that came with the thought. That much was evident with the look upon her beautiful visage. Slowly though those emerald orbs flickered up to meet his own, an undeniable shimmer within those green depths spoke volumes.

“I think we need to have a little chat about the elephant in the room,” Kris said simply, something she didn't usually do. The tip of her tongue darted out over her lips briefly, wetting them and at the same time giving her a chance to think. How long had it been for her? Since she had joined up with Elias and became a demon hunter, it had felt like ages. The sight of that erection sent an undeniable quiver through her frame, something that caused her thighs to press together in anticipation and her core to tighten. This had gone on far too long, it was either time to dowse the flames and settle it...or.

“Can we be serious for a moment? When's the last time you got laid?” Kris asked in that same simple, straight forward tone. She pushed up to the edge of the bed, trying her best to hold his gaze, though all too soon they returned to his boxers. For a brief moment she thought about that filling her,despite being concealed the size was incredible. A flush overtook her cheeks as Kris took a steadying breath, her gaze flickering up to his gaze before she suddenly pushed up to her feet.

“Because it's been too fuckin' long for me.” She said as her hands swept over the front of her teeny tiny shirt, grasping at the hem before whipping it up and over her head with supernatural speed. Those ample breasts jostled wildly with their new found freedom, dotted with freckles over their upper swells, topped with pink nipples already achingly hard from the cool air.

“So we need to get this out of our system. Kay?” She literally purred the words, her voice husky and dripping with desire. There was no point in resisting it, they were two consenting adults after all, weren't they? Elias would see the logical reasoning behind this. If not, Kris was intent upon showing him the error of his way.

Elias' breath caught in his throat at the stunning sight of Kris' huge breasts bouncing free. They were simply irresistible -perfectly sculpted feminine flesh, capped by rosy pink nipples. They seemed made to admire, to caress, to taste.

And there was a new fiery light in those sparkling emerald eyes, after she'd glanced down at the gigantic erection tenting his boxers. Kris had shivered, running the tip of her tongue along her lips and flushing vividly.

When she made her suggestion, it was as though all of the frustration and lust of the past few days boiled up inside him and emerged from his mouth as an animal growl. He wasn't thinking straight. He wasn't thinking at all, except about the incredible prospect of fucking Kris Cuthbert.

He gripped her bare, slender shoulders with his hands and pulled her up off the bed and into his arms, then began kissing her with a wild, forceful passion.

The closest he came to a conscious thought was a grim determination to wake the next door neighbours up with Kris' moans and screams of ecstasy.