Because I was powerful enough to hold it in if she didn’t and good enough that she’d still enjoy herself. I was just big on consent. She clearly wanted sex, but did she want the full experience of being with my kind?
“Dude, I wanteverything.”
So, I unleashed my magic.
Motherfucker. Some of us were trying to sleep. Nero was one of the stronger Incubi in Hell. He was also strong enough andsmartenough to tell the heir to Hell no if she wanted sex. What was he thinking? No one was going to look at this like Abaddon and his Incubus lovers. She had no magic. They were going to view this as him manipulating her.
Nero was too smart to announce to the entire house what they were doing in there. Now, I had a massive boner, and I was picturing her in those lacy thongs in her underwear drawer when we were at her house. And I didn’t want to think about thatat allbecause she infuriated me and she was violent.
I’d feel better if I jerked off but I didn’t want anyone to think I was jerking off because Sydney was getting railed by demonsdown the Hall. She’d probably assault me again because even I knew that was creepy.
Best getreallydrunk until I didn’t notice it anymore or at least got drunk dick and the boner went away.
I knew where Lucifer kept the good alcohol, so I stomped off to raid it. Thankfully, none of the servants were here to see me creeping the halls with a massive erection. Fucking Nero. No, it wasn’t his fault. Nero got moon eyes for every strong woman who was nice to him.
This was all Sydney’s fault.
The three of us took a vacation to the mortal realm ages ago and what I needed right now was a Long Island Iced Tea. A few of those should fuck me up enough to ignore Nero’s lust magic raging through the house.
So, that was what I did and raged about everything. Rescuing the heir to Hell from the mortal realm and getting a promotionshouldhave made me happy. She just infuriated me, but I also didn’t want to run away because I could almost admire it when she was being annoying to the assholes in charge.
Lucifer’s portrait was giving me stink eye. I couldn’t tell if he was mad I was drinking his booze, or that I didn’t like his daughter, but he was definitely judging me. It was probably because I was thinking about what she looked like naked. I picked up the whiskey bottle and started chugging.
“I wouldn’t evenbehere in your fancy house drinking your booze for your daughter to smash my nuts if you hadn’t bounced, so this isallyour fault,” I slurred.
I didn’t like how he was looking at me. I dug through the desk until I found a marker. I tried to drag one of the chairs over to the fireplace and what the fuck? Did he nail the fucking furniture down? Paranoid chicken.
I eventually got the chair to the fireplace and only ended up getting assaulted by the chair once. Lucifer’s kid assaulted meand, apparently, not even the furniture was safe. Lucifer bought asshole chairs. That shouldn’t have shocked me.
The room spun when I climbed onto the chair. I nearly fell on my ass and probably would have crashed on the coffee table. That thing was solid stone. It would have hurt like a bitch and I was way too drunk to get my wings out to avoid the fall.
Worth it. I was barely noticing Nero was fucking Sydney.
Great, now I was thinking about it again. She was probably a beast in bed. Yeah, Sydney pulled hair and bit how I liked it. Unlike the dumbasses down the hall, I wasn’t going there. She was annoying and if we ever found Lucifer, he’d smite all of us.
But his portrait was definitely thinking about smiting me for thinking about what Sydney was like in bed. Asshole. I was on a mission because I didn’t like how this portrait was staring me. What kind of pretentious fuck bag hung a painting of themselves over the mantle to judge people drinking their alcohol and wondering what their daughter was like in bed?
The kind that needed a dick drawn on his stupid face. Not any dick. It had to be an imp dick. Those things were ugly as fuck and they were always whipping them out. I’d seen them enough when I was drinking or fighting in the shitty parts of Hell that I could draw a highly accurate imp dick pointing at Lucifer’s mouth.
I focused on getting the big saggy nut sack just right.MaybeI spent too long on it, but he really shouldn’t look at me like that and Nero shouldn’t be fucking Sydney, so we were all doing shit we weren’t supposed to, weren’t we?
“Take that, ya fuck!” I slurred, falling off the chair and landing on my ass.
I didn’t crack my head open on that stupid coffee table, so it was worth it.
There was actually no way I was dragging myself back to my bed. I didn’t want to go down there, anyway. Nero could go for awhile, and he could go all night if he had feelings. And he had big feelings right now.
I also couldn’t make it in the opposite direction into another wing, so I guess I was sleeping in the living room again. It was a pity the big, beautiful sectional was a million miles away. Then again, the portrait could see me on the sectional and I’d just drawn a dick on it. Best stay on the floor where the painting couldn’t see me.
It was definitely much safer for me to sleep on the floor, hidden by this chair that weighed a metric fuck ton. It would block me from the nasty gaze of the portrait and maybe Nero’s lust would have trouble getting through it.
They were going to keep doing this, too, and I was going to have to go to the healer for liver rot.
Fuck me.
Ihad written about demons and incubi a few times, so I had expectations, but I still wasn’t prepared when Nero’s magic hit me. And Celix started purring up a storm as soon as I took my bra off. My ex had made some offhanded comment about my tits not being as perky as they used to be and I’d been slightly self-conscious since then. Nero and Celix seemed like they enjoyed them just fine, so fuck my ex and that ridiculous midlife crisis sports car he rode in on.
Fuck.Nero’s magic was potent. I was dripping wet and had never been this turned on in my entire life.
