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ASH

“ Y ou look bored, my brother.”

Gaap takes a long draw on his cigarette while curling his red fingers toward the tangle of human women writhing on a bed of luxurious pillows beside him. “Are you looking for some fun ?”

My old friend brought them here at my father’s request, knowing full well that when humans are this close to the gates of hell, they will eventually succumb to their deepest, darkest desires and carnal sins.

It’s his favourite party trick—turning an innocent young woman who may have erred slightly into a nymphomaniac.

Gaap is happy to make these women’s secret fantasies come true and take full advantage of their lowered inhibitions. Normally, I am too. Corruption is the name of the game around here. Even if they get to return to the human realm, they’ll never be the same again.

Normally, I would partake, preferring an uncomplicated tryst with a human over an affair with another demon, especially one with designs on my power and position, but today, nothing interests me.

Most of these women will eventually go back to their boring, unsatisfying lives, burdened with the knowledge that their husbands or families were willing to trade their souls as part of whatever deal they made with the devil. It’s a sobering thought to know your life was bartered with so easily.

The women that are forfeit will join my father’s court to keep him and his closest supporters entertained .

And while they await news of their fates, the demon before me is more than happy to keep these women busy, using their unchecked lust to quench his insatiable sexual appetite, and recharging his power reserves at the same time.

Rolling my eyes, I glance down as a young woman crawls closer, positioning herself prettily on the stone floor between my spread thighs.

Kneeling submissively, she looks up all doe-eyed and drags her plump bottom lip between her teeth. Her glossy, dark brown hair and manicured nails tell me she comes from wealth.

Or a family that used to have wealth. They’re probably well respected, and unwilling to let the world know they’ve fallen on hard times. It’s a predicament my father loves to take advantage of.

I can almost guarantee this woman’s been saving herself for her husband and marriage, fooled by the notion that somehow, remaining untouched and naive adds to her value.

And yet, here she is, cast into the depths of hell by her family, who place more stock in maintaining their lavish lifestyle than protecting their daughter from the likes of me.

She reaches for the bulge in my trousers with a hungry expression on her pretty face. When she returns home, she’ll have no problem securing a marriage, but she’ll never behave like this with whatever stiff upper-lipped nobleman she gets sold off to for land or higher status.

Holding eye contact the entire time, she grips my hefty shaft tightly before wrapping her slim fingers around me and stroking up and down through the black fabric hiding me from her.

Licking her lips, she moves to open the laces of my leather pants, but I stop her with a sharp shake of my head and a low growl.

“No.”

Pouting, she lets go of the laces but not my cock.

“It’s always the innocent-looking ones who give the best head,” Gaap comments, one eyebrow raised, confused by my refusal of her advances. “But don’t worry, little lady, I’ll gladly let you have some fun if he won’t.”

He extends a hand as if he’s the one doing her a favour.

She smiles gratefully and moves toward him, crawling on hands and knees in his direction. Her ass sways perfectly as she moves, the glistening pink lips of her pussy visible between her bare thighs.

“Something on your mind, Ash? This is dull, even for you.”

Gaap lounges back as the woman who can’t be more than twenty years of age rests her arms on his thickly muscled, burgundy red thighs.

Wriggling with excitement, she pushes his heavy armoured kilt higher to gain access to his hard cock that juts out to greet her.

She moans, thrilled with the present she’s uncovered, and leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the slit before swirling around the head like she’s sucking a lollipop.

Ignoring his comment and how he fists his hand in her hair and shoves her down, forcing her to swallow down his length or gag, I focus on his face. I’ve seen his balls far too many times for my liking, and I don’t care to add another viewing.

“Father wants me to meet with him. Says he has an assignment for me.” Drumming my fingers on the ebony armrest, I narrow my eyes then press my lips together.

We both know what that means.

Further torture at the hands of my father while he demonstrates the myriad of ways he knows how to fuck with people. Including his eldest son.

You don’t come into contact with the devil and come out on top. He’s always running some other angle or scheme that people don’t see until it’s too late. I am no exception to that rule.

“That can’t be good.” Gaap’s expression is sympathetic, even as he wraps the brunette’s long locks around his fist once more, and raises his hips, once, twice, three times, fucking his cock deeper into her throat.

He smirks as she struggles to breathe, gasping for air around him, eyes wide with the panic that’s rising inside her.

With her hands braced on his thighs, she tries to pull back, but it’s no good. Saliva drips off her chin, now smeared with the rose-coloured lipstick she wore just a few seconds ago.

“Swallow,” Gaap orders, his gaze stony, as he commands her to take more of him.

She attempts to shake her head, but his hold on her hair makes it painful, and she winces.

Gaap could snap her like a twig if he wanted. She’s not done until he says so.

Eventually, she swallows around him, her throat working greedily, tightening and pulsing around him.

Dragging his cock out past her pale pink lips, I watch, amused, as she reels back gasping, landing on her ass on the cold stone floor, her legs parted.

“Why do you do that?” I ask, waving a hand in her direction.

She eyes his cock warily, still turned on and needy, but afraid to go back for more. Instead, her fingers travel south, finding the thatch of dark hair, and slides between her folds.

“This is hell, Ash. We’re not in the business of dishing out pleasure alone, it has to be accompanied by some pain.”

The woman whimpers, pressing her slippery thighs together, clamping around her hand, juices running down the inside of her legs as she drinks in Gaap’s bulging muscles, huge cock, and menacing smile.

“What do you think? Can you handle it?”

She nods slowly, and I groan, knowing exactly how this will go. Hard and fast.

“Just fuck her already. I need you to come with me.” I snap.

Gaap snarls, one lip curling up over his long, white teeth in displeasure at my tone. Stubbornly, he remains seated, with his little pet at his side, and his cock jutting up in the air.

I might be the son of the devil, but no incubus likes to be parted from their current source of energy, and with the lust this little one is radiating, I know Gaap won’t leave her until he’s had his fill.

“Fine then. I’ll go alone,” I huff. “But I’ll remember this the next time you ask me for anything.”

Impatient to get this meeting over with, I stand from my ornate chair, my broad form casting a shadow over the eager woman as she clambers to her feet and moves to straddle my friend.

Her pale blue eyes look up at me, then slide closed in delight when he lifts his hips, cupping her cheek as he pushes up into her body, stretching her in a way no other man has before.

“Let him wait,” Gaap suggests, like the bad influence that he is. If it was him who was summoned, there’s no way he’d be that brave.

Scoffing at the notion of leaving my father to stew further, I roll my eyes as the woman on Gaap’s lap winces, unused to anyone or anything as large as Gaap. He’s not just going to take her virginity, he’s going to split her in two.

And she’ll love it.

“Fuck!” she cries out as Gaap fucks her from beneath, using his big hands on her shoulders to keep her in place. I can tell from the way she stutters over the word that this girl isn’t accustomed to cursing, let alone shouting profanities while getting fucked in a chair by a giant red demon.

But she’s willing and new.

Gaap will have some fun with this one.

“Enjoy,” I say, ignoring her pleas for me to join them. “If I get sent to Siberia for a month, know it’s your fault, and there will be hell to pay when I return.”

Striding from the room, my heavy steps muffled by the fur rugs lining the floor, I follow the amber glow of the flickering lamps through the maze of dark grey cavernous stone hallways that lead to my father’s office.

Or lair, as I like to call it. Seems more fitting.

I knock three times with the brass ring, announcing my arrival, even though he is already aware I’m standing at his door.

After an uncomfortably long pause designed to demonstrate how powerful and important he is, his deep booming voice calls from far inside.

“Enter.”

A man who has a flair for the dramatic, sits on a throne with a roaring fire on one side, and a table laden with sumptuous food and drink on the other.

Kneeling in front of him, head bowed, is a snivelling, beady-eyed wasp of a man. Though he trembles with fear and keeps his gaze lowered, the clenched fists at his sides betray his true feelings about this situation.

And his hatred for the demon in front of him.

Only the desperate come here, knowing they’ll sell a piece of their soul to leave with whatever they need. But that doesn’t mean they have to be happy about it.

“Farly here has come to us in need of some assistance,” my father says, his eyes gleaming with delight at whatever predicament the man before him has found himself in. “And as I’ve told him, of course, we’re happy to help. For a price.”