Page 30 of Unholy Bond
He licked his lips. “We’ve been approached before. The rebels always end up crucified in the lobby.”
“That’s because they didn’t have me,” I said, letting the green creep up my arms. I flexed my claws, the knuckles popping audibly. “This is your one chance to make a deal with someone who won’t fuck you over on the first day.”
A ripple of interest went around the table.
“What are your terms?” the clerk asked.
“Simple,” I said. “You help us shut down the main security feeds for the day after tomorrow. Block all exits. No alarms, no reinforcements. And in return, you get a seat at the new table. A real seat. No more shitting in the supply closet.”
There was a pause as they digested it. One, a barrel-chested demon with his mouth stitched shut, nodded almost imperceptibly.
The clerk tapped his fingers on the table. “What’s to stop you from just eating us when you’re done?”
I grinned. “Nothing. That’s the fun part. But Lilith doesn’t want you dead. That’s the main thing keeping you alive.”
That name landed hard. Some flinched. Some glanced at the door, as if expecting her to materialize out of the air. The Void had that effect.
“I want a blood pact,” the clerk said finally. “Old rules. If you betray us, you die. If we betray you, we die.”
I shrugged. “Fine by me.”
He produced a knife, thin as a lie, and slid it down the table. I took it, sliced my palm, and let the blood drip onto an ancient ledger that served as a contract. He did the same, his blood thinner, more like ink. The others followed, one by one, until the page was a map of intertwined veins. The spell locked in place, binding us all.
“It’s done.” I wiped my hand on the clerk’s sleeve. “If anyone breaks, the rest will eat them alive.”
They nodded, some with real relief, some with resignation.
I turned to leave, but the clerk grabbed my arm. “If you win,” he said, “remember who helped you.”
I yanked my arm free, smiled, and said, “I never forget a favor. Or a debt.”
Now that was handled, I made my way to Lilith’s suite.
Inside, the room was a cathedral of obsidian and shadow. The bed was a sprawl of black silk, the walls alive with the shimmer of veins crawling just beneath the surface. Lilith stood by the window, naked except for a scarf of Void that wrapped around her shoulders and drifted lazily down her back. Her hair glowed under the room’s half-light, and her skin looked almost edible.
She turned, and the Void slipped off her body like spilled ink. “You look like shit,” she said.
I closed the distance in three strides, wrapped my arms around her, and buried my face in her neck. The scent was everything. Power, sex, and the faintest hint of apple blossom. “Lucifer can’t see us here,” she whispered, running her fingers along my jaw.
I didn’t answer. I just picked her up, spun her around, and slammed her back against the window. The glass shook but didn’t break.
She dug her nails into my scalp, then reached down and freed my cock from its prison. It sprang out, thick and green, the knot already swelling at the base. She grinned, pulled me in, and I thrust against her, my head battering at her slick entrance.
The Void twined up my leg, cool and electric. I could feel it watching, hungry, but it held back, content to let her drive the rhythm. I fucked her hard, driving into her pussy like it was my lifeline. She clamped down, her muscles impossibly tight, the sensation like fucking a fist wrapped in velvet and barbed wire. Each time the knot hit her, she shivered, thighs locking around my hips.
I was close to losing it when I felt something new. A pressure at my ass, gentle at first, then insistent. I tried to shift, but the Void was already there, a tendril sliding inside me, cold as death but somehow perfect. It hit something deep, and my cock jerked, spraying pre-cum everywhere.
“It’s me,” Lilith said, her lips at my ear. “I’m in control.”
The thought should have scared me, but instead I lost it. I drove into her with everything I had, knot swelling until it locked us together. She came, keening, the Void rippling out from her pussy and wrapping my cock in a black, living sleeve. I came a second later, the load so huge it overflowed, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.
The tendril in my ass pulsed, milking me for more, and I gave it, shuddering with every contraction. My vision went white, then black, and for a second I didn’t know where I was.
When it cleared, we were both on the floor, her head on my chest, my dick still buried in her and the Void twining around us like a satisfied snake.
She laughed again, soft this time. “You never disappoint.”
I stroked her hair, feeling the new cracks in the marble under us. “Neither do you.”
