We continue through the ziggurat, passing through halls where ritual orgies once lasted for centuries. The black stone walls are carved with explicit scenes celebrating every conceivable form of pleasure.
“How old is this place?” she asks, trailing her fingers along a column.
“Older than human civilization,” I answer. “It was built by some of the first demons to enter Hell.”
Her eyes widen. “And you've ruled here all this time?”
“Since I came into my power. Ashtaroth ruled here before me. He also feeds on pleasure, alongside pride.”
We reach the throne room. It's a cavernous space, dominated by a massive seat carved from a single piece of black stone, decorated with more depictions of writhing bodies.
Simone narrows her eyes at the images. “You sit here and... what? Organize orgies?”
“I govern,” I correct. “I settle disputes, allocate territories, receive tributes, plan campaigns.” I pause. “At least, I did. I've been... distracted recently.”
Her cheeks flush slightly. She knows she's the distraction.
“I've seen enough of this place,” she says finally, her shoulders a bit slumped.
Relief courses through me. “There's one more location I should show you.”
I take her hand again, and we shift through the ether to my residence by the Lethe—not our manor, but my largest estate there. It’s a sprawling palace of black marble surrounded by gardens of night-blooming flowers.
The moment we arrive, the scent hits us—desire, thick and heady in the air. It's so potent that even Simone wrinkles her nose.
We enter the atrium through archways and past flowing fountains of deep red liquid. It's a vast space where dozens of demons lounge on silken cushions and divans.
Beautiful succubi feed each other exotic fruits, juice spilling over naked flesh before being licked away by eager tongues. Incubi with perfect bodies caress one another, their movements practiced and sensual. In the center of the room, a pile of intertwined bodies movesin a harmonious rhythm. Some are fully humanoid, but others display wings, tails, or horns.
“This is...” Simone trails off, her eyes wide.
“Feeding,” I finish for her. “Sex demons need regular sustenance.”
A female succubus has another pinned beneath her, face buried between spread thighs, the receiving demoness's back arched in ecstasy. Nearby, three incubi service one another in a triangle of pleasure, groans spilling from their perfect lips. Against one wall, a demoness is suspended in intricate rope bindings, trembling as her partner teases her with a riding crop.
Everything is beautiful here. Everything is designed to evoke desire. The smell of sex and arousal permeates every corner, the sounds of pleasure creating a symphony of carnal delight.
I watch Simone absorb it all, fascinated by her reaction. Her pupils dilate, dark eclipsing the gray. Her pink lips part slightly, breath coming faster. I hear her heart racing, the blood rushing through her veins. The scent of vanilla grows stronger as her arousal builds.
“This is what I am,” I tell her softly. “This is what I rule. This is what sustains me.”
She turns to me, cheeks flushed, eyes luminous, her skin, already glowing with pregnancy, now dewy with perspiration. “They're all so... beautiful.”
“They're designed to be.”
“Did you... create them all?”
I nod. “Most of them, yes. Over the millennia.”
Her gaze drifts back to the erotic tableau, lingering on a particularly passionate coupling. The male is taking the female anally as she screams in ecstasy.
“And you... feed on this?”
“On the desire it generates. On the pleasure they experience.” I step closer, drawn by her scent. “On the arousal you're feeling right now.”
Her eyes snap back to me, and her blush deepens. She doesn't deny it.
My body responds to her nearness, to her obvious arousal. Blood rushes to my cock, hardening it instantly. Her gaze drops, noticing the effect she has on me. When she meets my eyes again, there's a hunger there that gives me hope.
