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I swipe my thumb over her enticing lower lip and her tongue flicks out to lick at my skin. “Perhaps there is instability between the realms,” I murmur, admiring the sheen of her saliva on my finger, the way she marked me as hers. “The prolonged presence of a rift could likely cause such an anomaly. My son chose wisely to search the trenches.”

“Is it dangerous?” she asks, regrettably ceasing the tempting play of her pink tongue against my flesh. I tug her back until her round ass is cushioning my hardening cock.

“It is nothing Sariel cannot handle, sweetness. But still…” I look away from the incomparable view of Lana’s decolletage and focus on the demon. “Enter the Malebolge. Ensure the demons know I will personally fuck them with my sword until only bloodied pieces remain if they hinder my son and my consort’s teammate in any way.”

Lana’s lips curl into a smile at my crude threat and she wiggles on my lap, seeking friction. Purring, I snake my hand down between her legs, cupping her roughly. “Are you wet for your Master, sweetness?”

Biting her lip, she looks at Aim and flushes. Her chest trembles.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y–yes,” she stutters, still nervously looking at our company.

Oh, lamb. You have sealed your fate.

“Yes, what?” I whisper.

Her face completely red, Lana closes her eyes before quietly answering: “Master. Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” I praise, then lift my eyes to the spymaster.

“I’ll depart now, my lord,” he says with a quick bow.

“Stay.”

His face betrays his surprise for less than a second before he nods in acknowledgment.

“Ash,” my lamb murmurs shakily.

I glide my nose against the shell of her ear before kissing it and speaking directly into it. “Aim is going to watch you please me.”

Her trembling body turns my cock rock hard and I grab the fabric of her soft leggings, ripping them open. There’s a wet patch on the front of her panties.

I click my tongue. “Look at that, lamb. What a messy girl you are.” Looking up, I see Aim still gazing at the floor. We can’t have that. No one other than me will ever touch my mortal, but I know she enjoys it when we have an audience. “Is that not so, Aim?”

The assassin’s eyes shoot to the apex of Lana’s thighs as if drawn there by a magnet. “Such a filthy girl, Master,” he agrees.

Lana whimpers at the honorific and I chuckle. Since Lana entered my existence, I have had no desire to copulate with anyone other than her. I will not be Aim’s Master in that sense again. But perhaps I should call someone to fuck him while we observe? I know Sariel would have been the first to volunteer were he here.

“Take the underwear off, sweetness. Show Aim how wet your pretty cunt gets when you’re being watched.”

Keening softly, she uses a shaking hand to push the flimsy material down to her knees.

“That’s a good girl,” Aim tells her softly and I can feel her muscles clench from the words.

I grin against her neck. “Are you hard for us, Aim?” I ask the spymaster.

“Yes, Master,” he replies without hesitation.

“Show her,” I command.

The demon grins wickedly and a lock of silky black hair falls over his blue eyes as he reaches to unclasp his leathers. I laugh in anticipation. The demon’s cock is as pretty as he is and covered in metal adornments.

“Oh fuck,” Lana breathes as he reveals it, the piercings glinting in the light of the chandeliers. I shove two fingers inside her while she’s occupied with admiring Aim’s manhood and she bucks back against my own bulge. Growling, I hook my fingers and press against the sensitive nerve endings there.

“Aim has a beautiful cock, does he not?” I ask over the sounds of her panting breaths. She nods soundlessly as the demon’s fingers play with the piercing bisecting his cockhead. “Were I a less possessive Master, I would have you suck him off while I take your sweet ass.”

Her tunnel squeezes my fingers and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Laughing, I lift her up and free my own cock. I replace my soaked fingers with the tip of my shaft, letting her impale herself at her own pace.