The room is silent, and I look over at Lilith, who has her head down; her blonde hair is wavy, falling over one shoulder and down to her waist.
“Now that I feel you have been properly warned and made aware of my expectations, it’s time for the celebration.” I pause for dramatic effect, and my eyes never leave Lilith as I say my next words.
“I would like to announce the new Queen of Hell—prosecutor of crimes against women—Lilith.” She looks up with her brows furrowed as her mouth gapes open. Then she looks at me with wide eyes before looking around the room.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I hear a demon say. When I look down into the crowd, I realize it’s Autumn. When I make eye contact with her, she starts shivering. Her two friends take two steps away from the idiot.
I snap my fingers, her soul ripping from her body and traveling right into my mouth. I don’t savor her soul at all as I consume her. The tension in the room rises, and everyone looks at Autumn’s crumpled body.
“Take that as a warning to never disrespect your Queen.”
I hold out my hand, and Lilith takes it, a look of complete disbelief written on her face as she blinks at me.
Elvor hands me her crown; it’s black and dainty, with obsidian crystals hanging in an intricate pattern. “Take your throne, love.”
She still doesn’t seem to gather everything that is happening, but I walk her to the throne where she sits, crossing her legs and exposing nearly the whole length of her leg. I compose myself as I place the crown on her head.
“Magnificent,” I tell her as she sits tall on the throne she deserves. I don’t know what I was thinking by keeping her to myself. She was meant to be my equal, to entice fear in others. I told her that my darkness calls to her, and as I see the power she exudes, I know that we were truly fated to be together.
When I get down on one knee in front of her, I hear the gasps around the room, but nowhere as loud as Lilith’s.
“You know when I said I didn’t want to be a secret, I meant like take me out on a date or dance with me at the club.”
“But as I said, you deserveeverything,” I remind her, and she smiles.
I grab her ankle and kiss the inside before kissing up her leg. I can feel the shock and intrigue throughout the room. Lucifer, the Devil, Satan himself, is on his knees for another demon. But she isn’t just any demon. She’s my soulmate, my true counterpart, and she should be treated as such.
“Lucifer, what are you doing?”
“Worshiping you.”
“In front of everyone?”
“They need to understand that I bow to you, and they should too,” I explain, kissing up her leg. I watch as her flesh pebbles under my lips, and she looks out towards the crowd, no doubt every set of eyes watching us with unblinking interest.
Her hand covers mine on her thigh, squeezing gently.
“Shall I show them how I get to worship you, love? A way no other being can?”
She looks out to the crowd again. I’m not sure what she’s searching for, but as soon as she sees it, she smirks and looks down at me. Spreading her legs, her dress still covering her cunt, encouraging me to touch her in front of Hell, to witness what she means to me.
I take absolute care in kissing her thighs and shifting my hands and face so no one sees her beautiful pussy. They can watch me in devotion, but they can’t see what’s mine. Deep down, I will always be a possessive asshole, and I will protect her with every fiber of my being, but at this moment, the statement is clear and undeniable.
I’m showing Lilith a respect I show no other creature, and the same respect is expected of others. I just so happen to get to taste her and fuck her.
She shivers as my hands glide up her thighs, my nose sliding up her slit. I use my teeth to move her dress and a finger to pull her panties to the side.
My tongue swipes against her wetness, and I hum my approval. My face is in her lap, pleasuring her as everyone watches what I’m willing to do for my queen. The respect, obedience, and submission I only offer to her. She tastes so fucking sweet against my tongue, and she gasps, her fingers tangling with my hair and crown.
My grip is tight on her thighs, and I can hear some voices carrying throughout the crowd. It’s a mixture of shock, amazement, and sexual intrigue.
She grinds up toward my face, and I groan against her pussy.
“Leave us!” Lilith announces, and I hear a stirring of people leaving, but not all of them. She pats my face, and I cover her with her dress before we both stand up. I’m fully prepared to kill anyone who didn’t listen, but Lilith handles it for me. “I said leave!” Her voice booms in a tone that insights fear, and the remaining bodies scatter.
She looks up at me, her thumb trailing down my chin, collecting her release before pushing it between my lips, which I take eagerly.
“That was some demonstration.”
