She frowned as she searched my face. To my surprise, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She gave me a curt nod and turned around, getting on all fours on the altar. I pressed her head down gently, causing her to arch her ass further in the air. She rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, and I felt my eyes widen in surprise. A shot of adrenaline ran right to my cock, and I felt my mouth water. She pressed her cheek against the stone altar and looked up at me with an undeniable heat in her eyes. Shocked at this sudden willingness to participate, I brushed her hair away from her face and patted her cheek softly. I moved to take my place behind her, but her little hand shot out and wrapped around my death-laced wrist.
“Ramel…”
“Yes, Lilith?”
“I know I’ve been bad, but can you punish me later? I want this to feel good,” her little voice wavered, and I felt my cock twitch.
Feeling the ice around my sin-ridden heart soften, I leaned forward, kissing herlips gently.
“My little deathtrap wants to feel good?” I asked, and she nodded, biting her lip. I chuckled. All the anger I felt about her earlier escape attempt melted away. She would still need to be punished since she had broken two rules, though I didn’t see the harm in saving her punishments for later.
“If you want to be rewarded, you need to earn it, Lilith.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Beg for it. Beg me to make you feel good.”
She let out a slow, shaky breath and gave me her most innocent, come-fuck-me eyes.
“Please, Ramel. Please make me feel good.”
I smiled and slipped two death-soaked fingers into her mouth, hooking them onto her bottom teeth. “Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I’ll see what I can do,” I purred and slid to my place at the end of the altar.
“The opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference.”
—ELIE WIESEL
Ramel moved behind me, and I looked out into the silent audience of the unholy church. My pussy was already soaking in anticipation of what was to come. I wasn’t sure if it was crazy or if it was smart to finally try to turn off the part of my brain that told me I needed to resist.
I was a mortal in a world filled with immortal demons. The king of them all seemed to be doing his best to take care of me in his own sick, twisted way.
It wasn’t clear to me if I actually wanted any of this or if I was just submitting out of a sheer need to cope and survive. My mind was still confused, and my moral compass needed to seriously be reconfigured, but my body was sure as fuck responding positively.
I didn’t let myself wonder if that was good or bad. I just turned off my brain and let myself feel. If I was going to be forced to do this, I might as well try to enjoy it.
I had figured it would be a long shot, asking Ramel not to make it hurt. I was surprised at how easily he had accepted my request to put off my punishment. All I needed to do was follow orders and have an orgasm or two, and he would take me back to the manor where I could rest. Maybe he would even hold me while I slept if I asked nicely.
I shivered as Ramel traced his freezing-cold fingers up the back of my bare thighs. He moved so lightly that my skin erupted in gooseflesh, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. His fingers grazed the hem of my dress, and he toyed with it before flipping it up, exposing me to him.
“Fuck,Lilith,”he breathed as he took me in. Putting his palms flat on the backs of my thighs, he slid his hands up to my ass, his thumbs coming to rest on either side of my pussy. I arched, and he groaned in response.
“Let’s spread you open,” he breathed as he dug his thumbs into the creases of my cunt and pulled me apart. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he murmured, and my clit was suddenly screaming to be touched. I could feel his breath on me, teasing me, and I wanted more. I squirmed as he continued to examine me from behind, and he chuckled.
“What is it that you want, Lilith? I told you, if you want me to make you feel good, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
Asshole.
I should have known he wasn’t going to make this easy. I looked out at the audience. Shem was leaning against the podium, watching, with Art standing next to him. Both of their eyes were filled with a dark heat, and I suddenly felt embarrassed to ask openly for what I wanted.
“Ramel, please,” I whispered as quietly as I could, and I felt him just barely touch his tongue to my clit. A shot of pleasure sparked up my pussy, and I gasped.
“Please what, Lilith?” he murmured against me, his hot breath making me throb. “You want me to lick it?”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see. I watched as Art reached down to massage himself through his pants. He stared hungrily as I tried to rub my thighs together to give myself some relief.
“Legs open, deathtrap,” Ramel warned. “OnlyIget to bring you pleasure, and only if you do what I say. Tell me you want me to lick it.”
I let out a frustrated sob and widened my legs, doing my best to move my pussy back into his face.
