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Once we’ve gathered some intel, the realization of what Leviathan wants with me is downright creepy.
The dude wants another Lilith, another Mother of Monsters, to mate with.
He’s got it in His head that Az is aiming for just that with me, and Leviathan thinks if He can get hold of me, He can breed a new generation of envy demons. With Lilith exorcised and gone, no new demons have been born—unless you count Lena’s half-demon children. Lena’s out of reach for Him, but I’m right here in Hell, and between being Lena’s sister and a former vessel for Lilith, it seems Leviathan thinks I could carry His Kids. And the gross thing is, all the other Princes have tried with other humans, with no success.
I hate that there are women out there who’ve been kidnapped and brought to Hell for breeding purposes. No one deserves that kind of punishment, no matter what type of person they were on Earth.
Az gets super protective when Leviathan’s plan comes to light. It’s sweet, if a bit stifling. He doesn’t want me going out anywhere on my own anymore, so I have a whole fucking cadre of incubus guards with me every time I go for a simple walk around Hell. No more freedom for me. It sucks, but I guess I see Az’s point. I’m still not trained well enough to take on Leviathan by myself, so I need all the protection I can get.
Sometimes, Az sneaks away from his duties to join me on my outings. Today, He even dismissed the guards to have some time alone with me. We walk hand-in-hand along a river of lava, just enjoying each other’s company.
No envy demons show up to start shit, but one leftover wrath demon from Satan’s days skitters around, bugging us until we simultaneously roast the dude. It’s kinda cute how in sync we are with the fireballs. We don’t even have to say a word; just intent, aim, and release. Just like Az taught me.
As the demon squeals its last, Az pulls me in for a tender kiss. We haven’t done much more than kiss since that night, though He does stay the night in my conjured room every night now. Sleeping next to someone is a pleasure I’ve never known before, and it’sgreat, but some nights I wish He’d make a move. I still don’t quite knowhowto make a move, so I’m left waiting for Him. Being a carnal witch should have prepared me for this kind of situation, but, like a dummy, I ignored anything Lena tried to teach me after she exorcised Lilith from my body. As a newly minted teenager when our parents died and I got kidnapped, I hadn’t really started the family training. Lena tried, but I just stubbornly refused to pay attention.
My own damn fault, and not really anything I can remedy here in Hell. It’s not like I can ask around. Walk up to a succubus and say, “Hey,chica, how do you recommend I jump your Dad’s bones?” That’s just too creepy, even for me.
Guess I’m on my own with that.
In the interest of showing my interest, while we kiss I slide my hands under His jacket and stroke the smooth silk button-down shirt He’s sporting, letting my fingers brush across His nipples. Guys like that, right?
Asmodeus moans in response, and He pulls me closer. He nips my lip and smiles down at me. “Feeling adventurous today, My Love?”
I blush every time He calls me His Love. It’s still not something I’m used to.
I’m just Callie, after all.
I gaze into His amber eyes and try to control the nervous fluttering in my stomach. “Do You like that?”
“My dear Callie, I love everything you do.” He punctuates the statement with another kiss, letting His own hands roam a little. When He palms my tit and cups my ass at the same time, I let out a little whimper and slide my leg up His hip, briefly forgetting that we’re in the literal middle of Hell, and there’s not exactly a private place around to do the do—not to mention the rocky, uneven ground all around us. Not comfortable, I’m sure.
As if He reads my thoughts, Az conjures a beautiful king-sized mahogany canopy bed with rich red velvet curtains right next to us. Comfort and privacy, all in one.
He lifts me up and carries me to the bed, using His magic to close the curtains after us. The sheets and pillowcases are red conjured silk, so smooth against my skin. I’d chosen a skimpy outfit today, a little bit private schoolgirl with a short, pleated skirt and the white dress shirt unbuttoned down to there. I know how fond Az is of my boobs, so I figured I’d give Him a peek while we walked together. From the way He scrambles to undo the rest of the buttons, I’d say it worked.
Seems like I’m two for two on the seduction today. Cool.
With Az’s lips on my neck and His hands on my chest, I’m almost paralyzed with lust. I want Him so much, but nothing I can think of seems like enough to show just how much I want Him. He’s practically a God in this Domain … How do you articulate to a God that you’re horny as fuck for Him?
The gasps and moans I’m putting out might work. Az responds to those in the form of a huge hard-on pressing into my hip. Not as huge as His demon form, but big enough to do the job, I’msure.
“Asmodeus …” I manage to whisper His name between the little sounds of delight I’m making, and He shudders when I say it. “Teach me. Take me. Show me what I’ve been missing my whole life.”
He moves to cover my lips with His, one hand dutifully staying on my chest while the other fumbles with His zipper. I think He’s actually forgotten that all His clothes are conjured; otherwise, He could just dissipate the magic that created them and be instantly naked. I’m surprised He hasn’t done that yet. It would certainly be easier than dealing with the fly one-handed.
The hand inside my shirt pushes the fabric out of the way, exposing my breasts. I look down as Az kisses His way down my neck and chest to reach one heaving peak. He licks circles around the nipple before taking it into His mouth, suckling and nibbling, stroking my breast with one hand while His other hand switches to pushing up my skirt.
That sinister left hand of His … He’s rubbing my clit with His thumb while He slides two long, thick fingers inside me. He curls His fingers and hits that magic spot that drives me wild, and my back arches in response. Like before, sexual magic arises between us, swirling around us in a kaleidoscope of colors and lights.
“Scream for me, Calliope. Let the whole of Hell hear you and know you’re mine.”
I want to scream for Him, to obey His every command, but I can’t find my voice. All I can do is gasp and pant and grind against His talented hand.
“I’ll make you scream, Calliope. I’ll break that musical voice of yours.”
It’s not a threat, but a sensual promise, a promise to deliver me the first of many orgasms here in this conjured bed.
His fingers pick up speed as my panting turns to wheezing, then reedy moaning, then, when I think I can’t take any more, I finally scream His name at the top of my lungs as He brings me to a powerful climax that, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say had made me piss myself. I may not have paid much attention to Lena’s schooling in the carnal arts, but I know a squirt when I have one, and I’m glad the sheets are made up of ether; easier to clean up after.
