Page 98 of Bound By Lust

“FUCK THIS SHIIIIITTTT! Where is my Jessica!?” I growl at the TV, turning to Shero who’s holding a metal stick at the top her head with foil attached to the end. “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?” I roar.

“I… I’m sorry, Lord Lust!” She moves quickly, trying to find the right frequency.

“She was MID-FUCKING-SENTENCE!” I narrow my eyes.

“I wouldn’t dare do such thing on purpose, Milord,” she voices with urgency and uses her head to move left and right.

“Don’t test me,” I warn before it clicks and Jessica reappears, mid-laugh, cheeks glowing under the studio lights, but her image fuzzes for half a second, making me groan.

“D-did I do good, Milord?!” Shero, the former harem head asks, looking way too hopeful for someone who’s been demoted to a glorified antenna.

“Yeah, but move to the right. No,actually to the left,” I tell her, bored, and she shuffles instantly, “THERE. Stay there. If the connection goes fuzzy again, you’re fired.”

“I just wanted toserve, Milord,” she tells me, eyes wide as she stands straighter, arms stiff, with her legs bent at the knees and arms twisted to keep the good picture quality.

I snatch up Jessica’s contacts, open them, and my heart is full.It’s like I’m starring directly into her eyes!I smile at my only source of happiness, glancing up at the orb, closing the cap on her contacts because I don’t want her eyes to dry out.

“She looks so fucking good talking about football,” I murmur, half to myself. “God, she’s so fucking hot.” When her image glitches, I turn to Shero, who’s sweating, and I glare “Don’t you dare.”

She doesn’t even flinch.

I pop open a bag of her panties and inhale, taking a long whiff.

“Soon, baby,” I whisper to the screen. “I’ll be back soon. Just one and half weeks of psychological torture…” Just as I go to take another whiff of my baby’s panties, I feel a zap and a pop. I grit my teeth when the tiny bit of connection I have to my Little Baby in the human world snaps like wet toilet paper.

“FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!” I roar, shaking the entire castle, making Shero fall to her knees crying, begging me to kill her, saying it wasn’t her fault as I shift into my demon form. Of course the damn portal cuts out right as Jessica smiles!The world really fucking hates me!

Fuck!I grab the orb as it dies in my hands, shaking it, hitting it, and blowing it like it’s a game cartridge.Hell, I don’t know if it’ll work, but I see Wilder do it when he’s trying to get one of his old ass game systems to work!

“DAMN IT I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKED UP PLACE!!!” I hiss in my half demon form while Shero whimpers from her post holding the antenna, sweat dripping down her forehead.

I move to the balcony to chuck the damn thing out, but before I can, there’s a soft, respectful knock at the door, and I roll my eyes because I know who it is.

“Yeah,” I say without looking and my mother walks in with brisk steps and a gown that shimmers like molten ink.

“My Lord Legend,” she bows carefully, eyes flicking to my Jessica Nest, scowling and I don’t even pretend to be embarrassed that I have all her things laying in a circle so I can be in the middle be closer to her. She knows it’s fucking useless to say anything to me about it, so she just waits for me to allow her to continue.

“Say what you came to say.”

“There’s a… spectacle today,” she starts and I wait because clearly she knows I don’t give a shit.

“And?”

“Milord, it would be an honor if you and the other Demon Kings would attend… the Hunt,”she pauses, eyes flicking upward with reverence. “It is a sport conceived by your past incarnations, a tradition that has endured time. We ask you honor us with yourpresence.” I rub my face, bored already, but I sigh with nothing else better to do today.

All I have been doing here is breathing in miasma with a few lessons from a butterfly professor named Rixia… that’s it… nothing else. Everything is handed to us. The only person who’s enjoying that part is Saint, but even he’s bothered from all the fucking meddling and pestering.

“Fine. Let’s go. Maybe watching will keep my brain from short-circuiting.”

“Wait… will you be wearing that, Milord?” she asks and I look down at myself, noticing that I’m wearing a shirt with Jessica’s face on it. I smile, wanting to keep it on, but I also don’t want her broadcasted like that in this place…yet…if at all.

So I snap my fingers and a pulse of heat explodes around me. I can feel the molecules around me catching fire in slow motion. They ripple across my skin, and the air vibrates with pressure as my body shifts, bones stretch, and muscles flex, until my power settles.

In my full demon form,which I heard isn’t even the final version of me… this is just like that show Jessica loves to watch… what’s it called? Dragon Ball G?

My horns elongate from my skull like a crown, curved and gleaming obsidian, tips glowing faintly with heat. They thrum, thick with miasma. Now I get why they say the horns storepower. They aren’t just for show… they’re loaded with the good stuff.

From the corner of my eye I see the dress cascading down my body like a damn masterpiece.

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