His head canted, smoke from his eyes twirling through the air between his horns like a crown of haze and embers. “What was that, grave treasure?”
My eyes watered as his skull shoved into my space, his flames making it impossible to breathe as it stung my nostrils. I choked, sputtering in a complicated twist of torturous pleasure. “I— I—”
“If you know you belong to me…” His fingers spread from my chin, his hand swallowing my face as he wrenched my head to his until there was no space left between us. “Use your words to tell me.”
“I…I belong to you,” I gasped into his palm, stupidly turned on by the monstrous visage peaking at me through his spread fingers.
“That’s right. I own every bit of you.”
His ring finger moved down my face, slipping into my mouth, hooking under my teeth and rubbing the backs of them. “Your bones. Your soul…”
I choked out a sob as I felt his grip on my soul twist, and my hips slammed back on his cock hard enough to make me see stars.
“Your flesh.”
He slapped my ass hard enough to make a loudcrackthat echoed through the Lord of Envy’s chamber. Whatever pain I felt from the spank was quickly chased away by overwhelming shockwaves of pure pleasure.
Pulling his finger from my mouth to grip my throat, he chuckled as he caught my expression. “Look at that slutty little look on your face. It’s even sexier than that expression you get when you imagine my split tongue inside your sweet little cunt.”
“I—I don’t imagine that.”
“Does your pussy always clench when you lie?” Another firm smack to my ass, the delicious sting pushing me closer to the edge. “Come for your Lord, little human. Drench my cock in yourcum.” His words were authoritative, demanding my complete obedience. I didn’t dare disobey him.
I came with a strangled cry, my every nerve on fucking fire as my orgasm ravaged my system.
He rode me through the intense waves of my release, his thrusts more punishing and frantic now as he chased his own climax.
His maw opened, ropes of saliva dripping onto my shoulders and slipping down my breasts as he panted with every push and pull of his hips. A few beats later, he came, exploding inside me with a demonic snarl.
The warmth inside me was better than it had any right to be in the throes of my own mind.
It wasn’t until I went limp in his arms that he released his hold on my soul, slipped his cock out of me, and turned me around so we were face to face, our chests clashing together as he fought for breath. “You did so good for me, Rayven.”
He gently laid me down in bed, tucking me in as if I was actually sleeping in Leviathan's bed for the night, rather than the cold cage beside it.
“What now?”
The demon lord rose from the bed, standing over me with a sad air about him. “Now, you wake up.”
My pounding heart twisted in my chest. “What about Leviathan?”
“He’ll keep you safe.”
“Safe?” I shot into a sitting position, scoffing. “Stripping me out of my dress and forcing me into a cage doesn’t make me feel safe.”
Belial tensed, the cords in his thick neck flexing. “I thought Asmodeus took your clothes.”
“No, it was your creepy sea snake of a brother. He made me eat out of his hand. I don’t like how he looks at me.”
There was a barbed moment of silence as Belial seemed to absorb this new information. “Asmodeus was too thick to understand my powers, but Levithan is well aware that I am stronger than him. He may make you uncomfortable, but he won’t hurt you.”
I should have found comfort in Belial’s assurance, but that hook in my gut only seemed to dig deeper. “How long will I have to wait?”
“I’m coming for you as fast as I can.” He gently guided me back and teased his tongue over the seam of my lips, the closest to a kiss he could give in this form. “You’ll be safe in Leviathan’s realm until I come to you. I promise, I’m not far.”
My heart fluttered at the thought of him showing up for real and saving me, and my attention moved back to the trio of severed heads speared onto the ferryman’s oar.
If my suspicions were right, Leviathan’s head would be joining the oar soon.
