I worried my lower lip, a sassy response burning the tip of my tongue. “You know… With all this build up, maybe you aren’t as big as you let on. Maybe in this form, you’re as smooth as a Ken doll. Maybe your cocky attitude about it has just been over-compensation.”
He stared at me with this blank expression, which told me he had no idea what I was talking about.
“I am not familiar with this ‘Ken’, but if he is anything like the other human males on Earth, I can assure you…”
His free hand flattened over his defined abdominal muscles and slid down, his thumb hooking underneath the waist of his pants and pulling them down.
The monstrosity that flopped out was enough to rearrange a woman’s insides. It was much larger than his other form. Like his horn jewelry, all traces of his body jewelry had disappeared; there was no cuff, no prince albert piercing.
Instead of disappointment at the absence of his silver, I was relieved. With his sheer size, there was no way I could fit all of him with the cuff and chain to boot. Besides, he didn’t need the cuff for added texture.
His lesser form was larger than human guys I’d been with, but other than that—and his jewelry—it was like any other cock. But not in this form. His monstrous dick was ridged along the underside of his shaft, with several smaller ridges branching out from the main one. It looked just like a ribcage wrapping around his cock. The skin on the ridges was lighter too, almost bone white, while the rest of the appendage was that same slight hue of blue as the rest of him.
“Does your Ken’s endowment look like this, my treasure?”
I would have laughed if it wasn’t for the fact that I was trying to figure out the logistics of how something that huge was supposed to fit inside me. “Um, no. Not at all.”
I watched, completely mesmerized, as he spat large gobs of saliva into his hand and stroked his cock, his blazing gaze sparking as he returned his attention to my center. I was furiously rubbing myself, chasing the promise of that first orgasm which was just within reach.
He tapped the oar to my mound, lightly spanking it, and a cry—one of surprise rather than pain—tripped from my lips.
My legs spread further, a silent invitation. He took the hint and sank the oar’s rounded end into my throbbing, soaking pussy.
“You look so fucking good with your legs spread, taking whatever I decide to fuck that perfect little cunt with. It’s almost a shame demons don’t have souls. It would be true torture for Asmodeus, knowing he’s been dethroned.”
“Dethroned?” My breath hitched, the word coming out fragmented as he thrust the oar deeper inside me. My body stretched to take it, my arousal from earlier making it slide in smooth and easy.
“Ohyes,” he drawled. His fingers drummed over the oar’s handle, claws clacking against the bone while his other hand kept stroking his length to the same rhythm he fucked the oar into me. “There’s a new queen of lust and bone. In fact…” He paused, silently mulling over his thoughts. “Every head I collect on this oar is a wedding gift. Not just their head, but each realm that comes with it.”
“What do you mean, every realm?”
“The second circle is a stinking cesspit of a realm, but without a king, it’s leaderless. It’s yours now to shape to your will.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘shape to my will’, but that was probably a question for later. Asmodeus’ macabre throne had bowed to me. Maybe it was only fitting I try to make the place livable for the souls who called it home.
“Wow, that’s—oh.”He pushed the oar’s handle down so the end inside me angled up, pressing perfectly against my G-spot. I blinked away the stars, laughing and moaning in the same breath. “On the surface, most people just give toasters for a wedding gift. Or a vitamix or something.”
“I don’t know what those are. Down here, I gift my new queen kingdoms, the heads of her enemies, and orgasms. Countless fucking orgasms.”
It was like he’d timed it perfectly, because no sooner had the last word left his mouth, I came. Violently. I thrashed against the Lord of Envy’s mattress, my climax wracking my body as vicious pleasure tore through my system.
I clenched around the oar, and he must have felt the way my walls fluttered, because his cock thickened in his hand. In a fit of envy, he pulled the oar out and tossed it to the floor.
It made a sickening, slapping sound as Asmodeus’ remains hit the cavern floor.
“That will be the closest another man gets to this perfect little pussy again. Becauseit’s mine.Understand, Rayven? You’re all mine.”
Chapter Eighteen
Belial
“You’re mine.” Over andover, I repeated those words as I crawled back onto the bed, trapping her tiny frame between my arms.
I kept saying it not only because it made her shiver in ecstasy, but also as an assurance to myself. She was fucking mine,notmy brothers’, despite their backstabbing plans to take her from me.
I’d do everything it took to get her back, murder being the least of it. Even now, as I wooed my little human in her dreams, I was back on my gondola, sailing straight for Vine’s domain.
He was next on my war path to regain my property. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t involved in the other lords’ scheme. He hadn’t even been at the All Hallows’ Eve Masquerade, butRayven had passed through his domain, and the Lord of Pride hadn’t so much as lifted a finger to help her.
