“Sadistic? Oh, dear little human. You haven’t seen anything yet…”
I barked a laugh. “Says the bone demon who killed my boyfriend by ripping out his spine like a string in a fucking party popper, made me a crown out of it, and told me I’d become his queen if I didn’t make it through his creepy carnivorous garden filled with body parts and perverted ferrymen.”
He snorted, pulling his finger out with an embarrassing wet sound and getting off the bed. I rose up on my elbows, scowling at him as the heat he’d built inside me evaporated with his absence. “Hey!”
My indignation turned to morbid curiosity when he reached for his oar.
What in the fuck was he planning to do with that?
He turned toward me with a dangerous flicker in his flaming eyes. “Spread your legs, Rayven.”
I tried to snap my legs shut, but he was there kneeling on the bed again, snatching my thigh—he was so huge, his hand fullyencircled it—and firmly prying me back open. “This is your new scepter, my queen, decorated with the heads of your enemies.”
My mouth opened, but no words came out. He wanted to fuck me with the oar he’d used to spear the Lord of Lechery’s burnt heads.
My eyes dropped to the six blistered eye sockets, most of them now empty, as the gooey orbs had melted, creating stacks of gelatinous tears covering Asmodeus’ charred cheeks.
I should have been horrified at the notion, but staring at the smooth butt of the oar that Belial held out, I couldn’t help but feel this wicked little warmth thrumming between my thighs.
Fuck, what was wrong with me? I was turning into this perverted…well, queen. Maybe Belial’s sadomasochistic streak was rubbing off on me.
It wasn’t so bad; this was a dream, after all. There were people out there who dreamt of way more fucked up shit than this…right?
After a moment of thought, it dawned on me. Why was I trying to justify it? I didn’t care. I was going to be the queen of death, and maybe I would make a pretty damn good one. Because shit like this not only didn’t bother me, it turned me on.
My eyes lit with challenge, and I spread my legs wide, letting them fall onto Leviathan’s sheets. “Alright. Fucking do it then.”
Even with Belial’s expressionless skull head, he appeared surprised. After a beat, he recovered with a sinful purr wrapped in silk. “What a perfect little masochistic slut my queen to be is. Look at you. So wet, so eager to be fucked with the heads of the most infamous incubus to ever exist watching you…”
He nudged the smaller end of the oar to my center, sliding it up and down my dripping slit.
Every muscle in my body pulled tight, the anticipation building the longer he stretched it out. He was toying with me,enjoying our little bubble where time and reality seemed to be at a standstill.
My mouth stretched into an “O” with my silent moan as he slowly pushed the bone into my molten center, sinking it in only an inch before pulling it out again.
He held it up, examining the layer of cream I’d left on it, making Asmodeus’ dried blood flake.
If this was real, I’d probably find this disgusting, but this was a dream where I could let my darkest desires run free. And Belial would be right there, helping me peel back my layers of inhibitions until I was nothing but bone.
I licked my dry lips as they curled into a mischievous grin. “Suck it.”
Belial’s flaming eyes flickered, which I now knew was this form’s equivalent of a blink. His muzzle turned toward the oar’s end that had been inside me a second ago, and I could practically see the gears turning in his eye sockets as he considered it.
“Go on. Your queen gave you an order.”
He made a gravelly chuckle that hooked inside my lower belly, and my hand dropped to my apex. My fingers rubbed tantalizing circles around my clit as I watched him bring the oar to his maw and make a slow show of winding his tongue around the handle.
Christ. It encircled the smooth bone three times with enough length for the tip to lap at the mixture of blood and cum.
“I never thought I’d taste you and my most insufferable brother all in the same lick…” he mused with a small shake of his head. “I definitely wouldn’t think the flavor of it would make me this fucking hard.”
I rose up on my elbows again, intrigued by the mention of his cock. I still hadn’t seen what the Lord of Bones was packing below the belt.
“Let me see.”
“You want to see?” he echoed, an arrogant grin evident in his voice.
“Back when I still thought Belial was a different person, you made jokes, taunting me. You said your cock would be good practice for the Lord of Bones. So yeah, color me curious.”
