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ASH
“You look bored, my brother.”
Gaap takes a long draw on his cigarette while curling his red fingers toward the tangle of human women writhing on a bed of luxurious pillows beside him. “Are you looking for somefun?”
My old friend brought them here at my father’s request, knowing full well that when humans are this close to the gates of hell, they will eventually succumb to their deepest, darkest desires and carnal sins. It’s his favourite party trick—turning an innocent young woman who may have erred slightly into a nymphomaniac.
Gaap is happy to make these women’s secret fantasies come true and take full advantage of their lowered inhibitions. Normally, I am too. Corruption is the name of the game around here. Even if they get to return to the human realm, they’ll never be the same again.
Normally, I would partake, preferring an uncomplicated tryst with a human over an affair with another demon, especially one with designs on my power and position, but today, nothing interests me.
Most of these women will eventually go back to their boring, unsatisfying lives, burdened with the knowledge that their husbands or families were willing to trade their souls as part of whatever deal they made with the devil. It’s a sobering thought to know your life was bartered with so easily.
The women that are forfeit will join my father’s court to keep him and his closest supportersentertained. And while they await news of their fates, the demon before me is more than happy to keep these women busy, using their unchecked lust to quench his insatiable sexual appetite, and recharging his power reserves at the same time.
Rolling my eyes, I glance down as a young woman crawls closer, positioning herself prettily on the stone floor between my spread thighs.
Kneeling submissively, she looks up all doe-eyed and drags her plump bottom lip between her teeth. Her glossy, dark brown hair and manicured nails tell me she comes from wealth.
Or a family that used to have wealth. They’re probably well respected, and unwilling to let the world know they’ve fallen on hard times. It’s a predicament my father loves to take advantage of.
I can almost guarantee this woman’s been saving herself for her husband and marriage, fooled by the notion that somehow, remaining untouched and naive adds to her value.
And yet, here she is, cast into the depths of hell by her family, who place more stock in maintaining their lavish lifestyle than protecting their daughter from the likes of me.
She reaches for the bulge in my trousers with a hungry expression on her pretty face. When she returns home, she’ll have no problem securing a marriage, but she’ll never behave like this with whatever stiff upper-lipped nobleman she gets sold off to for land or higher status.
Holding eye contact the entire time, she grips my hefty shaft tightly before wrapping her slim fingers around me and stroking up and down through the black fabric hiding me from her. Licking her lips, she moves to open the laces of my leather pants, but I stop her with a sharp shake of my head and a low growl.
“No.”
Pouting, she lets go of the laces but not my cock.
“It’s always the innocent-looking ones who give the best head,” Gaap comments, one eyebrow raised, confused by my refusal of her advances. “But don’t worry, little lady, I’ll gladly let you have some fun if he won’t.”
He extends a hand as if he’s the one doing her a favour.
She smiles gratefully and moves toward him, crawling on hands and knees in his direction. Her ass sways perfectly as she moves, the glistening pink lips of her pussy visible between her bare thighs.
“Something on your mind, Ash? This is dull, even for you.”
Gaap lounges back as the woman who can’t be more than twenty years of age rests her arms on his thickly muscled, burgundy red thighs.
Wriggling with excitement, she pushes his heavy armoured kilt higher to gain access to his hard cock that juts out to greet her.
She moans, thrilled with the present she’s uncovered, and leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the slit before swirling around the head like she’s sucking a lollipop.
Ignoring his comment and how he fists his hand in her hair and shoves her down, forcing her to swallow down his length or gag, I focus on his face. I’ve seen his balls far too many times for my liking, and I don’t care to add another viewing.
“Father wants me to meet with him. Says he has an assignment for me.” Drumming my fingers on the ebony armrest, I narrow my eyes then press my lips together.
We both know what that means.
Further torture at the hands of my father while he demonstrates the myriad of ways he knows how to fuck with people. Including his eldest son.
You don’t come into contact with the devil and come out on top. He’s always running some other angle or scheme that people don’t see until it’s too late. I am no exception to that rule.
