Ohh, he meant their deaths,notsex that would probably kill me.4
"Or would you like to do it yourself?"
I jumped when the devil brushed his nose gently down my arm, kissing my hand with his whole mouth.
"Would you like to watch every one of these people choke for air, gasping down their last breath while you watch the life leave their eyes?"
Ohhhh, fuck.
I swallowed. I could resist this. No way was I gonna be seduced by the devil.
"Should I bring candy floss for them to choke on?"
I groaned, biting my lip.5
"You like that, babygirl?" he asked in a soft, carnal voice, grazing the smooth edge of his canine tooth up my body, brushing the outside of my breast. I flashed so hot I felt my demon form press against me, aching to get out. "You can't resist the violence, can you? You're perfect."
I arched into the touch when his next kiss covered my shoulder, sending shivers through me. Fucking praise kink. It was going to be my ruin.
"I want to see them kill each other," I said, breathy and raw. "You can make them do that, right?"
"I can make them do whatever you want, my beautiful, broken girl," he promised.
Honestly, if this was turning me on, maybe he was right that I was broken. I certainly wasn't whole. I'd been convincing myself I was only a little cracked for years, but the cracks felt bigger lately. More like gaping chasms in my sanity than thin fractures.
"Kill," he ordered in a low, hypnotic rumble, and I jumped as the word moved through me with a pulse of power.
"Oh," I laughed, my eyes brightening with delight as the people standing stiff in the gore-strewn throne room jerked suddenly, human bodies stretching to accommodate demon forms. Claws, horns, fangs, and spikes grew, becoming deadly weapons, and I caught my breath as bodies met and broke.
Blood splashed everywhere, and a long, low shudder rocked me, power tumbling through my belly. More and more built as flesh met flesh in wet thuds, gore spraying as throats and stomachs were flayed on horns.
"Stayverystill," the devil said, and I froze in fear, my heart hammering.
He closed his teeth around the ragged strips of my jeans and sliced them off my body with a bite, doing the same with my vest and whatever rags were left of my underwear, until I wore only dried blood.
"Can you feel it filling you up?" he purred, and my stomach fluttered at the word choice. Something told me the devil's mammoth cock wouldn't be filling me up any time soon. It would rip me in two. "Tell me when you're fully healed, babygirl."
"I feel fine," I replied, distracted by the rush of power, the scent of coppery blood, the violence hanging thick in the air. My wounds didn't pulse with pain, and even my gutted stomach stopped hurting, as close to healed as it was ever going to get.
"Good," he rumbled, and smirked at my yelp when he brought his hand—and me—closer to his face.
"What are you doing, you maniac?" I screeched as he tipped me off his palm and … and onto the long, soft tongue he extended.
I ended up straddling his tongue, grabbing his upper fangs for stability, certain I was going to fall off and plummet to my death. I'd fallen into Hell; I had no desire to fall to the bloody ground far below, too.
Ride my tongue, babygirl.His deep, rumbling voice filled my whole skull.
Oh, shit, oh shit shitshiiiiiiit!It was the voice from my dreams—cool and comforting and as soft as a pile of fluffy blankets.
A soft breath full of longing and want left me, against my will.
Make yourself come as my traitors kill each other for your power. I want you to gush all over my tongue so I can drink it down.
I startled at his command, my eyes wide enough to pop out of my head. This was insane. This was absolutely fucking crazy.
But I was crazy enough to be tempted.
And I was already straddling his tongue. It seemed a shame to waste the opportunity…
