Page 48 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

the hunt

Frank

I’ve done a lot of questionable shit in my life, but watching my girl get her pussy ate by a tiny version of me is top tear scumbag behavior. That said… I’ll be that. The way I beat my dick to that last tonight when I found a way to rip a hole through the veil between hell and earth…

“Whew… a week and a half… it’s been a whole fucking week and I half since I’ve held her, yet that tiny mother fucker gets to suck and lick on her pussy? Oh, there will be hell to pay when I get back…

But for now, I lay, watching my Little Baby do a media interview, just smiling at how brilliant she looks. Wow… I’m so lucky to have her!

I write in my journal just happy to see her!

She looked so beautiful today. I love her.

As she’s speaking, I feel my dick grow hard from her voice. I lean forward about to pull out my dick when the floating orb I’m watching Jessica on clinks over to a commercial. WHAT? THEY HAVE THOSE HERE??! FUCK!!!

“Are you ready for the greatest sport ever created by the beloved Seven? The Hunt is back!

Four Locations. Forty Omegas. Thousands of Alphas.

This isn’t just a competition, it’s survival, power, and raw desire on full display.

The Hunt has always drawn a crowd, but ever since the infamous Four claimed their freedom, Omegas have been lining up in record numbers, desperate for a chance at glory.

Here’s a quick recap of the series of Hunts that started it all, when King Murdoch claimed his prize, and Queen Emerald rewrote hist?—”

“FUCK THIS SHIIIIITTTT! Where is my Jessica!?” I growl at the TV, turning to Shero who’s holding a metal stick at the top her head with foil attached to the end. “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?” I roar.

“I… I’m sorry, Lord Lust!” She moves quickly, trying to find the right frequency.

“She was MID-FUCKING-SENTENCE!” I narrow my eyes.

“I wouldn’t dare do such thing on purpose, Milord,” she voices with urgency and uses her head to move left and right.

“Don’t test me,” I warn before it clicks and Jessica reappears, mid-laugh, cheeks glowing under the studio lights, but her image fuzzes for half a second, making me groan.

“D-did I do good, Milord?!” Shero, the former harem head asks, looking way too hopeful for someone who’s been demoted to a glorified antenna.

“Yeah, but move to the right. No,actually to the left,” I tell her, bored, and she shuffles instantly, “THERE. Stay there. If the connection goes fuzzy again, you’re fired.”

“I just wanted to serve , Milord,” she tells me, eyes wide as she stands straighter, arms stiff, with her legs bent at the knees and arms twisted to keep the good picture quality.

I snatch up Jessica’s contacts, open them, and my heart is full. It’s like I’m starring directly into her eyes! I smile at my only source of happiness, glancing up at the orb, closing the cap on her contacts because I don’t want her eyes to dry out.

“She looks so fucking good talking about football,” I murmur, half to myself. “God, she’s so fucking hot.” When her image glitches, I turn to Shero, who’s sweating, and I glare “Don’t you dare.”

She doesn’t even flinch.

I pop open a bag of her panties and inhale, taking a long whiff.

“Soon, baby,” I whisper to the screen. “I’ll be back soon.

Just one and half weeks of psychological torture…

” Just as I go to take another whiff of my baby’s panties, I feel a zap and a pop.

I grit my teeth when the tiny bit of connection I have to my Little Baby in the human world snaps like wet toilet paper.

“FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!” I roar, shaking the entire castle, making Shero fall to her knees crying, begging me to kill her, saying it wasn’t her fault as I shift into my demon form. Of course the damn portal cuts out right as Jessica smiles! The world really fucking hates me!

Fuck! I grab the orb as it dies in my hands, shaking it, hitting it, and blowing it like it’s a game cartridge. Hell, I don’t know if it’ll work, but I see Wilder do it when he’s trying to get one of his old ass game systems to work!

“ DAMN IT I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKED UP PLACE!!! ” I hiss in my half demon form while Shero whimpers from her post holding the antenna, sweat dripping down her forehead.

I move to the balcony to chuck the damn thing out, but before I can, there’s a soft, respectful knock at the door, and I roll my eyes because I know who it is.

“Yeah,” I say without looking and my mother walks in with brisk steps and a gown that shimmers like molten ink.

“My Lord Legend,” she bows carefully, eyes flicking to my Jessica Nest, scowling and I don’t even pretend to be embarrassed that I have all her things laying in a circle so I can be in the middle be closer to her.

She knows it’s fucking useless to say anything to me about it, so she just waits for me to allow her to continue.

“Say what you came to say.”

“There’s a… spectacle today,” she starts and I wait because clearly she knows I don’t give a shit.

“And?”

“Milord, it would be an honor if you and the other Demon Kings would attend… the Hunt,”she pauses, eyes flicking upward with reverence.

“It is a sport conceived by your past incarnations, a tradition that has endured time. We ask you honor us with your presence.” I rub my face, bored already, but I sigh with nothing else better to do today.

All I have been doing here is breathing in miasma with a few lessons from a butterfly professor named Rixia… that’s it… nothing else. Everything is handed to us. The only person who’s enjoying that part is Saint, but even he’s bothered from all the fucking meddling and pestering.

“Fine. Let’s go. Maybe watching will keep my brain from short-circuiting.”

“Wait… will you be wearing that, Milord?” she asks and I look down at myself, noticing that I’m wearing a shirt with Jessica’s face on it. I smile, wanting to keep it on, but I also don’t want her broadcasted like that in this place… yet… if at all.

So I snap my fingers and a pulse of heat explodes around me. I can feel the molecules around me catching fire in slow motion. They ripple across my skin, and the air vibrates with pressure as my body shifts, bones stretch, and muscles flex, until my power settles.

In my full demon form, which I heard isn’t even the final version of me… this is just like that show Jessica loves to watch… what’s it called? Dragon Ball G?

My horns elongate from my skull like a crown, curved and gleaming obsidian, tips glowing faintly with heat. They thrum, thick with miasma. Now I get why they say the horns store power. They aren’t just for show… they’re loaded with the good stuff.

From the corner of my eye I see the dress cascading down my body like a damn masterpiece.

Blood red the exact moment it hits oxygen.

The bodice is sculpted and high-necked, but backless for my wings to freely move and my tail to not feel suffocated.

It clings to my waist, cinched by an infernal corset sewn with thread that glimmers like gold.

The skirt spills into a slit so high it’s practically illegal that Jessica isn’t here to see it…

I just know she’d pull this bitch to the side and take my dick in that pretty mouth of hers…

I drool a bit at the thought and shake my head, but when I move, I notice the fabric shifts like liquid flame, which is cool as fuck. My hair is naturally long now, glossy, with thick waves down to my waist. I run a clawed hand through it and grin.

“Well,” I mutter, admiring my reflection in a broken shard. “Guess I won’t need to buy wigs anymore, which is perfect because Jessica is a hair puller anyway… ”

“Milord, must you make everything about that hu?—?”

I throw her a look that warns not to fuck with me, with ,my horns glowing full, and aching with the weight of stored miasma, ready to snap loose if I even think the wrong thought.

“My…my apologies Milord…” she mutters and I make my way out to my throne room where I see my brothers are all in ceremonial garments. All of them except Pierce are looking uncomfortable.

None of say anything to one another as we head to those damn creepy ass midnight horses and the damn weird ass things that drive them, who bow when we come near them.

We get into our respective carriages, I see my father get in with Wilder and when look back to see my mother gets in with me.

I groan as the midnight horses jump through, space landing us in the center were we appeared a week and a half ago.

I glance out the window, looking at nothing even though mother speaks and buzzes around excitedly talking about this and that while pointing to shit. I make a note to remind myself to never let her ride with me again. I snicker… I’ll suggest she ride with Saint next.

The thought alone of her talking Saint’s ear off about responsibility and all the shit he needs to do as a Demon Lord makes my fucking day.

I shift in my seat, hoping she’ll take the hint and stop talking and see we are now in a place with white stone arches that hang overhead as pale as bone and polished to a cold, moonlit shine.

Its spirals curve like thorns toward the sky, and gold veins run through the marble walls like spiderwebs with strange runes that glow faintly beneath the surface, pulsing with restrained power.

The entrance is a wide archway, rimmed with jagged ivory and flanked by Seven ivory statues that tower over everything.

It’s as if the midnight horse can sense my curiosity because the carriage slows and I see a group of beings cloaked in black veils, foreheads pressed to the ground, chanting in some weird language in prayer.

I narrow my eyes intrigued and that triggers my mother to speak.

“It’s the Temple of the Seven, built by the Dark Elves centuries ago when your third incarnation was here…” she pauses then points. “Dark Elves live for centuries, so I have no doubt that some who built it are in that group. They are some of the most devout in the realm,” she smiles and I scoff.

“To us?”