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He uses His free hand to rub my clit while we fuck, and before long I’m screaming through a squirting climax that soaks the bed beneath us and ignites the air in an explosion of sparkling magical energy. Typical for Az, though, He’s not done with me yet. I don’t think He’d ever settle for giving me just one orgasm.
I’m still shaking from the first one, my pussy still spasming, when He manages some incredible feat of interdimensional physics that turns us around until I’m on my knees with Him behind me. He never stops, not even for a millisecond, but now I’ve gone from being in charge to being in a more vulnerable position. Not that I care too much. For Asmodeus, I’ll risk a little vulnerability.
I release Az’s horns, and my hands fall to the bed, fingers curling in the blankets. My head drops, but Az grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls it back up.
“Look,” He says with a commanding voice. “Look. I want you to watch yourself fucking a monster.”
When I open my eyes, I see that He’s conjured a mirror at the foot of the bed. The frame is made from charred skulls and bones, but it’s still hauntingly beautiful. I watch as my reflection gets railed by a huge, scaly, winged, grey-skinned demon, and I can only think of one response.
“You’re not a monster.”
For the first time, Az falters during the act. It’s like my words catch Him off guard.
He spreads His wings and bares His fangs. I’m neither impressed nor scared.
“How can you say that? Look at me! This is my natural form, not the human meat sack you lust after. You can’t tell me this isn’t monstrous.”
I shrug and slowly start to push back into Him, regaining the momentum we lost when I startled Him with what I said. Az kneels behind me, frozen, a confused expression on His demonic face.
“And You can’t tell me something that little bothers You.” I clench my inner walls around Him, and in the mirror, I see His slitted pupils dilate. “You forget; I’ve seen Your Sons in this form. I’ve walked through Hell with them in this form, and I didn’t flinch then. I don’t know why You think You’re going to scare me now.”
Warring emotions wash over Az’s face. Shock. Anger. Irritation. Finally, though, a look of peace crosses His demonic features, and He resumes the act. This time, instead of manic thrusting, He's moving slow, taking His time. Again, I marvel at the difference between fucking and making love, and how it’s possible to do both with one person.
One demon, rather.
Asmodeus releases His grip on my hair and slides His hand around to cup my chin, tipping my head back and up. The mirror fizzles out of existence as He bends to kiss me.
“Thank you, My Love. For reminding me who I am.”
This time I come not with a scream but a sigh, and the light show is much more muted than usual. Az finishes and pulls out, helping me sit up in the bed. He wraps the blankets around me and cuddles me close. Nothing that He hasn’t done before, but this time I get the feeling there’s more to it.
“What was the dream You were having?” I ask, curious if that was the catalyst for His strange behavior. It’s not like Him to be self-deprecating.
“It’s not important.”
Except there’s a sadness in His eyes, and He looks away when He says that.
It’s my turn to cup His chin and direct His gaze to meet mine. “Tell me.”
Asmodeus sighs. “It was—What do you humans call it?—a wet dream, of sorts. Like a wet dream and a nightmare combined.”
“That sounds … confusing.”
He nods. “Indeed it was. I was dreaming of you, so of course I was aroused, but you were not yourself in the dream. You ridiculed my natural form. Called me hideous and disgusting. You demanded that I remain in my human form for the rest of time, and you threatened to leave if I stayed a demon. That is when I woke.”
Okay, that makes more sense. I guess Az was still caught up in the dream when I screwed Him awake, so He got mixed up between dream me—who sounds like a bitch—and real me.
It's a little sad. I know He probably can't control His dreams any more than I can, but to think that some part of His subconscious carries that fear of me leaving Him like that, of me being that cruel.It’s awful.
“Well, that was just a stupid dream. It wasn't the real me, who, by the way, could give two shits if You're demon or human or whatever. So get that thought out of Your pretty head right now.” To emphasize my point, I stretch up and give Him a kiss. A long, languid, I-don’t-care-what-You-look-like-I’d-still-bang-You kind of a kiss. When I come back up for air, He looks as breathless as I am. “Better?”
Az grins, bearing those sexy fangs. “Much.”
“Good! Now that that's settled, let's get something to eat. I'm starving.”
Chapter 14
Asmodeus
