Page 251 of Evil Hearts

Chapter 5: The Offer

“ A nd the beauty of yours fuels every carnal hunger I never knew existed,” he groaned as he took a long swallow of my warm life force into his mouth. “You taste like you were made for me, Lena…from the very bowels of the underworld itself.”

As much as it hurt, the eroticism of the act clouded my judgment and I cradled his face closer against me. The pliable body beneath me had gone cold as he pressed the entirety of his weight down on me like a boulder, threatening to block my lung’s ability to take a full inhale.

My mouth gaped open for a desperate breath when the world around me cracked, the body beneath me disappearing as we both fell into a strange space…lost in the veil of nightmares. When we landed, it was on a bed of black satin, revealing a landscape far darker, far more horrific than I could ever have imagined.

Why was there a bed in the middle of what looked like a volcanic wasteland? The fumes were suffocating, the air thick with a heat that crawled up the bedposts, yet never seemed to scorch the sheets.

Balraxas crawled down my body, giving me a panoramic view of where we were. A massive gate loomed before us, wrought with dark metal, and beyond it, a twisted, hellish landscape stretched out—lava rivers flowing with molten fire, jagged rocks jutting from the earth like broken teeth, and the sound of distant screams echoing through the air.

“The underworld calls your name,” Belraxas said, his voice reverberating through the heavy silence. “And here, between your legs is where I belong.”

I felt a chill crawl up my spine, my breath catching in my throat as the reality of it sank in. This wasn’t a trick. It wasn’t an illusion. The underworld was real.

Before I could say anything, his dexterous tongue crept along the crevice of my inner thigh before slipping inside me like a thick leech. Any coherent thought in my mind dissipated with the heat of eternal hellfires.

I reached my hand down—a human habit—trying to grip the back of his head but instead of my fingers grabbing onto anything, his open skull clamped around my forearm, sucking and undulating the same way his tongue was inside of me.

It was a twisted sensation, one I didn’t fully detest.

His hands gripped my ass, hauling me closer to his face as more limbs began to wrap around my arms and thighs. My eyes widened as they writhed and slithered across my skin. Where did they come from? A few extruded from slits between his ribs, while others…from between his legs.

My pleasure climbed as I watched one wrap itself around my waist then continue to extend until it slid between my ass cheeks from behind.

I wasn’t shy about sex. In fact, most of my escapades after no longer caring about what my future held were filled with sexual explorations.

My nipples tightened as he tilted his head and gave one slow, seductive lave of my pussy from bottom to top right as his extra limb slid into my ass. Without waiting to watch my response, he grinned and swirled his long black tongue around my clit while his extra limb began fucking me from behind.

When his skull released my arm, I fell back, giving him the perfect opportunity to push my legs apart and slide another phallic-like limb into my pussy. He pulled his mouth away from me, my arousal stringing from his chin as he trailed his hot breath across my stomach. His skull throbbed as he licked his lips, savoring my taste like a dying man who had been starved as a form of torture.

Another one of his limbs fought to enter my pussy beside the first one, and I felt myself uncomfortably stretch beyond anything I had ever experienced. A moan escaped me when the second slipped in beside the first and I crossed my arms over my face to hide how aroused I was by the double penetration of my pussy while my ass was still being fucked.

What was wrong with me?

“I want to fill all your holes, Lena, even the ones I make…”

My eyes snapped open at his statement and his face was right in front of mine. “What the hell did you—”

He grabbed both my wrists and locked them above my head as he slammed his lips on mine, possessively devouring me as if he could suck my soul straight through my mouth. I was overloaded with sensation, my pleasure mingling with my pain, ecstasy winning out as it climbed faster than the flames on the bed posts.

Hands everywhere, skin against skin, writhing appendages—I was lost in a sea of debauchery that had no end. When the first climax hit me, I screamed only to have Belraxas swallow the sound with a groan, moving the limbs in my private places more frantically than before. The demon forced me to ride my climax as it rose and fell, rose and fell until tears streamed out of my eyes from the sheer pain of it all.

Every whimper felt like a defeat as Balraxas’ own pleasure grew with my agony. I should be pissed. I should kill him, rip his skin apart and cut off all his limbs from what he was putting me through.

As if reading my thoughts, he shuddered above me, what I once thought were limbs now exploded inside of me, expanding my stomach with its vile deposit. His tongue darted to the back of my throat and I choked, inadvertently biting down on him, making him hiss…in pleasure.

His clawed fingers dug into my sides, and it felt as though he was tearing through flesh with every thrust of his hips, every contraction of my womb at his invasion.

I hated him. Hated his temptation. Hated that he put me in the position of wanting him…of craving his type of debauchery…

I bit his lips and he pulled away, chuckling lasciviously. “I adore your hate, little mortal. It makes me want to fuck you again until you wish nothing but death upon me with your every waking hour. I would fill your entire body with everything I am so that you would no longer know who you are without me,” he purred.

With a jerk of my hand, he cackled, his nails scoring along the skin of my forearm as I threw a punch to his face.

The world around us shimmered, the heat dissipating into the darkness as I bolted upright, finding myself back home in the middle of my own bed.

“What—”

I traced my hands over my naked body, ensuring I was truly here and not trapped in nightmares or hellish landscapes. I was here. I was whole. But it was the excessive fluids that seeped from between my legs that made me groan and fall back into my sheets.

Fucking demon.

Chitter chatters and cackling laughter floated to my ears as I slowly caught my breath…but not before my hands slipped between my folds, pleasuring myself with what Belraxas left behind.

It was beyond wrong. I should go wash up this demon seed and make sure he didn’t plant some sort of spawn into my womb. But the thought of him watching me pleasure myself, the thought of me showing my annoying voyeur that I didn’t need him at all drove me into a lustful frenzy.

Was he gripping one of his cocks as he watched me? Was he cursing my very name knowing I could forget about him in the blink of an eye, filling my pussy with someone else’s dick to erase all memories of him?

The only problem was, through my own pride and arrogance I didn’t anticipate how empty my womb would feel now that I had a taste of his double cock inside of me.

With a growl, I sat up and made my way to my bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Leaning against my sink with my hands, I hung my head in frustration, my long black hair curtaining around me.

Get him out of your mind, Lena. Demons are a dime a dozen. I’m sure the underworld has plenty of them to spare…

The growl that came behind me sent a slow smile spread across my face.

Served him right for eavesdropping in my mind and leaving me the way he did. The bastard.

With a raw laugh of my own, I stepped into my shower and pulled the curtain, turning the water onto blistering hot.

Tilting my head back, I let out a little moan when I positioned myself against the stream, washing away the blood and demon seed from between my legs.