Page 141 of Hell Bound

Forcing me to kneel before her, she watched with a cruel, curious light in her eyes as I futilely pushed against the curse, sucking in delighted breaths when a bone snapped or my skin tore.

That was when she would fall to her knees beside me, her claws digging into my shoulders as she eagerly lapped at the blood.

Her tongue felt smooth like stone, cold as ice.

I thought of Lilith at those times, dissociating from the demoness crawling over me, from the tongue burrowing into my wounds and forcing them open further.

She’d been sated for the last two nights. I’d been fed, enough to keep me alive and allow my blood to replenish.

But not enough to assuage the never-ending thirst in this dark hellhole of heat.

My throat clicked when I swallowed. So dry that it ached endlessly. The panting was impossible to stop, or it felt like a pillow was being held over my face, smothering me.

“Poor pup.” Sameera ran her toe along my side, ruffling my fur. She lounged on a divan of scarlet velvet, that damned leash still curled around her wrist. “The heat is too much for you with all that fur, isn’t it?”

No matter how many pet names she used, no matter how reasonable she sounded, Sameera did not have a shred of pity within her.

“Shift, Lucifer.”

The command vibrated through the collar, and the chains squeezed me out of my wolf-skin and into my demon form.

Without the thick layer of fur to protect me, the collar’s barbs immediately hooked into my throat.

I found I didn’t care much at all. Just the relief of shedding the fur’s weight and confines was the breath of fresh air I’d been looking for, even as sweat beaded all over me and began to roll down my naked body.

I laid flat on my back, staring into the darkness of the ceiling above, wondering if Lilith was okay. If she was being tortured. If she had just been thrown into the dungeons to rot.

The Tainted demoness sat up, purring low in her throat. “Much better. I think I desire the male’s presence today.”

Sameera was back-lit by a red lantern, painting her white hair a soft pink. Many thought she was ravishing; some demons even thought she rivaled Lilith’s beauty.

I did not find her beautiful in the slightest. With that crimson glow and half her face in shadow, she looked like demonic afterbirth that had crawled out of one of the deepest pits in Reviled territory.

The princess smiled at me, then reached up and tugged a tasseled cord. A bell rang in the hall in answer.

“The ball is in one day, my dear pet.” She slithered from the divan and straddled me, her white skirts pooling around us. “I already know what you will be wearing… but perhaps I should have one made for my dear cousin as well.”

Her long, dark claws traced the edge of my collar. She paused, hooking a finger through and catching one of the barbs… and then raised her hand.

A bead of blood slipped down her finger, and she licked it away.

You are not here. Be somewhere else, anywhere else.

I was limp, thank fuck, but all Sameera had to do was summon one of the maids. Each year that I’d been gifted to her for the festivities, she’d requested a specific potion that Asmodeus commanded me to pour down my throat.

It had the intended effect, and then she used me for as long as she wanted.

I wasn’t sure which was worse. When she fucked me, or when she drank from me.

The only upside to the potion was that she couldn’t drink from me for at least a day after I took it.

A year ago I would’ve said the blood was worse. Feeling her sharp fangs penetrate my skin, wherever she desired, and the sensation of my life being sucked out of me and poured down her throat… it was more invasive than her using my cock, which I couldn’t feel much after drinking the potion anyway.

But now that Lilith was home, I thought I could deal with the blood. Would prefer it, even.

Sameera frowned. The small gouge on her finger had already healed.

She slid off me, running her claws down my chest, tracing over the ridges of my stomach.

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