He was grunting with his attention turned downward, watching his dick disappear inside of me. I was looking at the dirt under my nails, wondering when this fucker would just cum so I could get that dose of Lust magic I was looking for.
Humans didn’t have much magic to begin with, and the only time they produced it was when they did things with either evil or good intentions.
If they were making love to someone and meant it with their whole heart, they could potentially release true love magic that was angelic. If they were having a dirty fuck in the bathroom with a stranger, then they were definitely giving off the Lust magic that was demonic. The resulting magic was usually in smaller bursts, which was all fine and dandy for some of the lower tier demons. They could feed off a human and not need to feed again for another few days; but for higher level demons, one human sin didn’t produce enough magic in one sitting, which made it so we needed to feed in clusters, getting as much as we could, as quickly as we could.
Since my father was Lucifer, I had the seven main types of demons in me: Lust, Pride, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, and Wrath. That made it easier to feed because I had seven different sins I could feed from, which meant I had seven different magics I could pull from. Demons only had one or two, depending on their parents and which circle of Hell they came from.
Most demons could fill themselves up with their sin magic and live off of it until it depleted, then they needed a refill. I was unique because I was a hybrid of two powerful beings. I didn’t have a limit on the magic I could contain. It was unlimited.
Then there was my ability to also feed on angelic magic because of my mother. I don’t know much about her since my father didn’t like talking about it, but I know she was a high-level angel, and her name was Raziel, the keeper of secrets.
Since she was my mother, I had some of her magical traits. It meant that if I did something good for another person, I kept my word and/or secrets for someone with good intentions, I was able to feed on the angelic magic.
That had only happened a few times—it was much easier to feed off demonic magic in the human realm than angelic magic—but I also think it was partly due to doing what I felt comfortable with, and I had been raised in Hell, so I tended to stick to demonic magic.
“Oh yeah. So good. Keep going. Keep giving me that big dick.” I tried to make my voice throaty and sultry, but I was just so bored with it I couldn’t focus.
I needed him to finish so I could get home and watch the new season ofLove is Blind. Also,Love is Blind JapanandLove is Blind Brazil. What can I say? I love reality TV. The drama, the betrayals, the ridiculousness. There was something about people professing their love for each other on TV that was both heartwarming and grossly hilarious. Also, I just loved yelling at the TV about how much of an idiot either of them was, and how I’d seen their problems from a mile away. I knew the vanity demon, Volkas, who had created it, and he was making a killing off all that shit.
All of a sudden, the man in front of me started to shake, moan, and writhe around as his body got tight, and he gripped my ass as hard as he could. The other two were not much better. All of them fell subpar on the one-to-ten scale, but at least the first one had a big dick and the second had the occasional good move. In this situation, the third was most definitelynotthe best.
I finally felt his cum dribble inside of me. It was such a small amount it made me feel like I should tell him to go see a doctor, but as soon as the first drop hit me, the demonic magic of Lust came off him in a rosy mist and settled under my skin. My body greedily sucked it all up, filling my tummy up to the one sixteenth mark in total for the night. His sin had this earthy, lemony taste that made me think he worked outdoors or with dirt.
That was the other yummy thing about the magic. As it transferred, it took on tasty notes of the giver to the receiver. That was why some demons preferred to feed from a main being or a specific type—the taste was the same or similar.
I decided that this was my last magic grab for the night. I didn't want to eat too much, since I was planning on getting some fancy, yummy demonic dick magic tomorrow. Hopefully he would be decent enough at the sex, but powerful enough to give me a good enough boost to make a real splash at Fight Night. I hadn’t been in a while, and I wanted to make sure they all remembered who owned that shit.
The guy slumped next to me, panting like he’d just run a mile in the desert. I rolled my eyes. Well, that was my cue to leave. I slipped out from under him and walked to the stall; I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped myself up, pulling my black thong back into place. I smoothed out my clothes, fluffed my hair, making myself ready to head out.
“Hey,” he called as I passed him.
I turned and lifted an eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly want after that monstrosity.
His lopsided grin was aimed at me as he shucked his pants on, tucking in his small, flaccid dick. “Where are you going? Want to go another round in the morning?” He looked me up and down like he wanted another taste of course, but that three inch nothing was never going to hit this again.
Oh god, was that the line he used to get women? What were ladies thinking these days?
I scoffed at him, shaking my head as I walked a little closer. Since he was the third fuck of the night, I had little to no patience for this shit.
“Look, I was just in this for a fuck. Now that it’s done, I don't think we really have anything else to talk about. Thanks, dude.”
I saluted him and turned around, ready to walk out, when I heard him sneer, “What the fuck, you whore! Do you just let anyone stick their dick in you?!”
I threw my head back and laughed. It had a slightly evil twinge to it, but when I got to the door and looked back at his open-mouthed shocked face, I couldn’t care less about what he thought of me.
“Yep! That's exactly right. You got me. I’m going to go home and cry about it…not!” Then I walked out the door, cackling the whole way to my car. He thought his words would mean something to me? I couldn’t stop laughing at the thought.
That ball sack should be glad that I had some magic in my belly because if he had said that when I had been empty, I would be slicing his throat open about now, leaving him on that disgusting dirty bathroom floor to die. I would’ve let him get one hit in because I would’ve wanted the violent, angry taste of that sin, but as it was, he wasn’t worth the headache.
I patted my tummy and licked my lips. The appetizer the three of them had given me tonight was just building my excitement for the main course tomorrow.
I got into my Rolls Royce. Seeing a few teens gawking at me as I climbed in, I winked at them before shutting the door and zooming home. The queen needed her beauty rest.
Chapter 3
WeflewintoLAfirst thing in the morning on our private jet. Every once in a while, Fame and I needed to visit a client on the west coast, and D and War liked to go to Vegas quite often for either a poker tournament or a major fight. Plus, we all loathed taking commercial, so the purchase was a win-win.
I couldn't stand those tiny seats, being next to someone with bad breath, or worse, someone who wanted to chat with you about their life or something equally ridiculous. Yuck.
