Page 62 of Love in Unexpected Places

hear my plea

chapter one

VERNIMER

All around me, naked men and women writhe and moan as they get fucked into oblivion by other demons for my viewing pleasure. I plan to join in soon, my cock throbbing and leaking, eager for release.

I stroke myself a few times, my gaze bouncing around to the scenes surrounding me. A woman being impaled by two demons, her large tits bouncing and the demon under her trying to capture a nipple in his mouth, the one behind her gripping her hips hard as he fucks her asshole. A twink riding another demon, his ass gaping as he takes the large demon cock inside his tiny hole. Moans of euphoria crop up in my play room, and I close my eyes to soak them in.

“Please, if anyone can hear me, save me from this life. I won’t make it much longer.”

My eyes fly open, and I sit up on my throne, looking around at those in attendance. Each human and demon is preoccupied with getting their rocks off, no one begging for anything but more dick and more orgasms. My erection flags at the urgent tone of the enigmatic voice.

Who could that have been?

Everyone in my play room is here by choice, even though that may not be the case for the entire fourth dimension. I may be a demon, but I don’t relish seeing anyone taken against their will. I love when they want it, when they beg for it. Then I join in, fucking pussies, asses and mouths until I unload my seed at least five times.

The human voice—for itwashuman—sounded like they’re in pain, mentally and emotionally, if not physically. None of that is etched on the face of the humans here. All I see is ecstasy and pleasurable pain.

I lean forward on my throne, straining to collect the sound of the piteous pronouncement for help, but I receive nothing more.

By now, my erection has flagged, not even a whisper of arousal to be had. Fuck, I hate getting distracted during my parties. I hold them every night, but I still like to stay present when I have all the insatiable gathered. I’m usually among those, but it is not to be.

I snap my fingers, getting the attention of my most loyal demon servant, Prexel. He rushes over, dropping to his knees and gripping my cock. He has his mouth open and is ready to swallow me whole before I stop him.

He looks up at me in puzzlement. Any time I’m at one of my parties and my erection deflates, he gets me ready to fuck at least five humans into the ground. “Master?” he asks with a curious expression.

“Have them leave,” I say, indicating all the people and demons coupling. “I wish to be alone.”

“Without relief?” Even as he asks, he glances at my still-softened cock in his hand. “Do you need me to?—”

“No, sweet Prex. I just wish to be alone now.”

Prexel nods, gets to his feet and claps twice. All copulation stops as every eye lands on me and my throne. In abooming voice, Prexel says, “Master Vernimer wishes for solitude. Please make your exit.”

The demons toss humans from their cocks or from their faces and bow to me before they leave. Humans trail behind them, some none too steady on their feet after being used so thoroughly.

Once my play room is empty, I sag against my throne. I don’t know what happened or why I was taken out of my entertainment so thoroughly I was unable to get hard again. I have been distracted before but not enough that I can’t refocus my attention when I gaze upon a wet cunt or a well-used asshole.

Prexel snaps his fingers once, and my cleaners enter, tidying up my space for tomorrow’s party.

I stand, gesturing for Prex to walk with me and head to my bedchamber. He falls into step beside me, both hands tucked behind his back. I look down at him—even for a demon, he’s much shorter than my seven foot one frame—and ask, “Did you hear that? That …plea?”

He peers up at me questioningly. “I heard nothing but the enjoyment of those around us. What did this plea say?” I tell him, and Prex’s eyes drop to the ground, a contemplative look on his face. “If you are the only one who intercepted this call, it was not for anyone to hear but you. I imagine it to be your mate.”

My feet stop moving of their own accord. I’m frozen to the spot. After ten centuries, there’s no way my mate has finally manifested and in the form of a mental prayer.

It takes Prexel a few beats to realize I’m no longer beside him, and he turns to look at me. “Is that not good news?” He comes back to stand in front of me.

I am not sure if it is or isn’t. I never thought about having a mate. With some demons in Xendail, their human mates are promised to them from before thehuman is born. For others, their mates are fellow demons, and they know as soon as they cross paths. None of that is the case with me. I assumed my mate would be a human, since no demons have struck my fancy, and because of my parties and how long I’ve been alive, I have come across thousands. None of them spoke to me on the level the mystery voice did.

Shrugging, I shake my head, my horns almost knocking into a lamp mounted to the wall. “I’ve never thought about it. I like my existence as it is.”

Prexel smiles fondly at me. “I do as well, but you can’t ignore your mate, Master. It will eat away at you until you go mad with the need to claim them. I’d rather that not happen. I quite like you sane.”

A booming laugh bursts from me. Prexel and I are compatible in the bedroom and in our conversations, but we are not meant to be more than that. We enjoy each other’s company, nothing more.

“Yes, I too like myself sane. How do I find the voice?”

---