My body felt unanchored.
Its hands slid down to my hips with a sureness that steadied me even as every movement had my pulse racing harder. It stepped closer and closer, drawing me in until our bodies met, skin to skin, cold to heat, and I could feel how still its flesh was against my quivering own.
Asmodeus slowly guided me backward until my shoulders met one of the stone pillars. The surface was cool and unforgiving, and the contact drew a gasp from me that lingered in the air between us. Asmodeus pulled away, but I couldn’t comprehend that inhuman expression, for there was no furrow of the brows or glint in human eyes that I could see. Instead, it bared its teeth in a lupine grin, and it laughed lowly. Then its mouth was on me again, sharp teeth piercing the skin at my neck, and its hands roamed over my naked flesh, which pricked up in attention and eagerness. I arched off the pillar, hips eager, seeking, but Asmodeus’ fingers grazed everywhere else instead of my cock. Gently over my arms. Barely a touch over my nipples. One firm press at my hips and another teasing drag over my lower belly. Then, it surged forward and pressed so close I could rut against it. Its fingers slipped into the crack of my ass and pried the muscles apart. Those clawed fingers pawed at the flesh, squeezing and massaging, and it ate the moans from my lips. Excitement beyond anything I had felt before galloped through my body; this might as well have been the first time I had ever been touched.
One finger stroked my hole, and for minutes it was just that playful, infuriating touch. Occasionally, the tip of the finger would slip inside–an easy thing, given how thoroughly I had been used by the demons in the realm below.
“Please,” I said, resorting to begging. But Asmodeus growled and bit that pleading tongue until it bled. I let out a cry. Blood pooled into my mouth, and my head spun with thebright pain. I was so distracted I didn’t notice as its finger pressed further inside me until it was nearly the whole way inside. The pressure was deliberate, filling me by degrees. My back arched. My mouth opened, and my head tilted back and touched the stone. Very easily did my body yield to this creature I had wanted all along.
The finger slid inside completely. I felt every inch, every grain of sensation, and as it moved, slow and precise, something inside me loosened. My spine lengthened.
A second finger followed, stretching me further. I gasped aloud at the dangerous scrape of those claws within me. My moans echoed in the air, and Asmodeus answered with its own appreciative noise. I couldn’t look at it, so intense was that fiery gaze, but I surrendered my body and let it move inside me like that.
Both its fingers dragged inside and out. There was no urgency in the rhythm, no falter in the depth. It just moved with slow certainty, curling in just the right place, and the feeling struck through my belly and down into my thighs. For many minutes, it played with me like this. I had to fight myself, to prevent my eager voice from begging it to take me. We had eternity, after all, and I still did not know what was to happen next. So, I let it work through me until the hole was loose and welcoming, and the slick sounds of its inviting openness echoed in time with our moans.
My cock ached, heavy and untouched. When I found the courage to open my eyes, and pushed past the haze of my lust, forcing those heavy eyelids open again, Asmodeus planted another kiss on my lips. We inhaled together, though air was truly of no consequence. I smelled the demonic taint of its body, sulphur and ash and burnt flesh, and an intangible sweetness. I opened to it. I kissed back, matching the slow hunger of its mouth. I moved my hips without thought,chasing the movement inside me, hopeful I might graze my throbbing tip along anything at all.
But then Asmodeus rocked back and slammed its hand around my throat. I jolted in surprise, and it squeezed, sharp nails pricking the skin at five separate points.
“Say it," it whispered. It might have sounded like a command, but it was not one: I knew the difference after all this time. It was a wish spoken aloud, and I knew what it wanted to hear. What I had thought through every trial thus far.
"Yours," I said, breathless, the word pulled straight from my chest. “I am yours.”
Asmodeus’ exhale curled toward a moan of pleasure. “Again.”
“I am yours. Entirely. I am–”
My voice went high, and its fingers stilled. The sudden stoppage sent a wave of frustration through me. I cried out, half-broken. Then it pulled away and out of me, slow, unhurried. Its fingers left behind a hollow that felt too wide, too empty. I leaned forward, aching. My palm unconsciously found my aching cock, and I squeezed to ease the near pain of the erection.
“Unhand yourself,” Asmodeus said.
Reluctantly, half thrilled to be told what to do, I slipped my hand away.
“You won’t take me?” I murmured. As lust seeped out of me, fear replaced it. Had I done something wrong? Had it seen something in me it no longer found desirable?
Asmodeus only stared, and I shivered in fear.
3
Oh, how can I explain that moment as it stretched between us, when something almost human flickered in that red eye. I felt Asmodeus hesitate, a notion so blasphemous I scarcely dared acknowledge it. Yet it was happening. The demon wavered, for reasons unknown, on revealing something to me.
After a lifetime steeped in biblical mystery, resigned to the unknowable nature of God, I should have accepted my new lord’s silence without question. I should have held my tongue, been content to do so. But the child in me, the thieving, reckless boy who always tested his limits, rose now to the fore.
“What aren’t you telling me, O Lord?”
Asmodeus’ nostrils flared. Steam burst forth, molten hot. I dropped to my knees, head bowed, trembling, but defiance made me lift my gaze. The demon leaned close, its brimstone breath wrapping around us both.
“You dare speak back to your betters?”
“I am obedient when it matters,” I whispered. “But if you sought only a slave, you would not have tested me so.”
Was that true? I could not say. Asmodeus was a demon, beyond the reach of human nature as I understood it. If a demon wished to strip a man of faith, to debauch him, to see him surrender his body again and again to demons and other abominations, was that not expected of such a creature? If it wished to toy with him, lead him to believe himself chosen, only to cast him aside when he presumed too much, was that not a particularly exquisite cruelty?
Time and again, I had been reminded I was not special. Others had come before me. Asmodeus had lain with men before. My path was no unique revelation, only a repetition driven by lust. Every instinct urged me to remain silent. And yet, I could not.
“Tell me.”
The silence between us stretched thin as a blade, keening with an edge I could almost feel on my skin.
