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Chapter 12

Spicy Girl Dreams

SJ

“D id that go well, Boss? I can’t work out if that went well or not,” Bub mumbled as we stepped through my very hastily summoned portal and back into the relative peace of my chambers. I immediately shed my human skin, hoping that would rid me of these tingly feelings.

It did not.

“Yeah, did we win?” Beezle asked. “I feel like we won. She was not a happy camper, Boss!”

I rubbed at the pain in my forehead. The back of my hand grazed one of my horns, and I hissed. So sensitive, the sensation like a live wire shooting straight to my cock. I strode to the corner where there was a vent that emitted steam from the lava lake below. My own personal sauna. That would relax this tension in my muscles.

It did not.

With a growl, I stepped out, pacing across my living chamber, my body too full of nervous energy to remain still. I feared that nothing was going to relax me this night. Not after that encounter with Jemma Bliss.

Not after that kiss.

“Uh … Boss?” Beezle stepped in front of my pacing.

“What?”

“Did we beat Jemma Bliss?”

“I conceded victory to her today,” I grated, blowing out a long breath.

“But …” Bub gasped.

“But Boss! She was crying!” Beezle added, his red eyes aghast.

I shook my head, trying to dislodge the memory of Jemma Bliss’s tear-streaked face. I found that I could not. It had one happy side effect—it deflated my arousal almost completely. Instead, a creeping, swirling, unwell sensation churned in my stomach.

Making Jemma Bliss cry had not been fun. Even when the Soul Token in my pocket had started vibrating from the amount of unhappiness it was absorbing, I had taken no joy in her tears.

“She was, indeed, crying,” I agreed. I cleared the rasp out of my throat. “However, today’s first proper experiment has yielded an interesting conundrum. If the humans were to fail in their first task against me, how are we to continue to torture them? We must make their first three tasks achievable—utterly wretched, but achievable … and then we must make the last one, the one where they have built up a real hope of success, the one that breaks them.”

My stomach cramped as I said the words. Beezle and Bub nodded sagely, as if what I was saying made perfect sense.

And it did … it was exactly the tweak my FiendPay scheme needed to really capitalize on the humans’ misery.

So why did it make me feel this awful, crippling sense of … wrongness?

“Well, well, well,” a simpering voice cooed from the doorway to my bedchamber. “I was starting to worry you’d never show up, Junior.”

I stiffened, turning slowly. But I knew exactly who I was going to find … and in what state I would find her.

“Who gave you permission to enter my rooms, Jezebel?”

The buxom demoness smirked at me, her claws trailing over her ample rose-red cleavage. My eyes followed the movement as if on autopilot. But nothing stirred inside my breeches.

“Hellen might have mentioned how … tense … you’ve been of late,” Jezebel purred, sauntering closer. She wore little more than a scrap of black leather covering her from nipples to crotch, her jet-black hair cropped close to her skull. Her tail darted out, twining with mine.

I wrenched my tail free, and she tittered. “Ooooh, tense was an understatement, it seems!”

I snarled, storming over to the entrance to my chambers and rolling open the stone. “You are welcome to leave.”

Jezebel rolled her eyes, strutting towards me. Without preamble, she went to her knees, her claws slicing through the laces of my breeches so fast I barely had time to scramble away, clutching the two sides of them closed.

“Let me rephrase—get the home out of my chambers!” I growled. I could feel Beezle’s and Bub’s eyes on me like they were poking me with flaming brands, and I did not relish the explanation I’d have to give them for fobbing off a curvaceous demoness who was offering herself to me as if on a platter.

“But we’re just getting to the fun part. I do so enjoy your feigned shyness, Junior. But we all know you love it when I keep you coming … all … night … long.” She crawled towards me, her tail flicking at the scrap of leather she wore until it slipped off her body, leaving her completely naked.

“I am not interested in that sort of … tension relief,” I lied, scooping up her leathers and tossing them to her. I was, in fact, very interested in stress relief orgasms … but not from Jezebel. “Clothe yourself and be gone!”

Her expression morphed from sultry to disbelieving. “You’re not joking, are you?”

I shook my head. “I have never been more serious in my life.”

Her face twisted into something ugly as she surged to her feet, her big, red tits bouncing angrily, maroon nipples poking accusingly in my direction. “Hellen was right about you!” she hissed, storming towards the door.

I stepped into her path. “What does that mean?”

Jezebel cocked her head to the side, her smirk bitter. “She said you’re so obsessed with the mortals, up in the Human Realm, that you probably can’t even get it up for a demoness any longer.” Her gaze dropped to my crotch. I clutched my pants tighter. “Seems she was not wrong … Little Satan Junior really is … junior , isn’t he?”

I cleared my throat, moving aside. “Out.” It was all I could manage.

“Oh, I’m going. And don’t expect me back any time soon.” Jezebel sniffed rudely and shoved past me while I struggled not to let out a furious roar. “Good luck around here when the Pit Demons realise you’re full of shit and that this stupid little scheme with those pathetic humans you’re obsessing over will go absolutely nowhere.”

With that last cutting remark, she sashayed out, the violent swishing of her tail conveying her anger. I stormed back inside, wishing boulders could slam the way doors in the Human Realm could.

“You got problems with Satan Junior Junior, Boss?” Bub asked, trotting over, tongue lolling and eyes aglow. Beezle appeared on my other side, tilting his head and eyeing my ruined breeches with too much intensity.

I snarled. “The two of you and your insatiable delight for gossip might as well go and follow Hellen around since she seems intent on ruining the most important mission of my life!”

“Aww, Boss! It’s not like that!” Beezle whined. “We just?—”

“It’s Jemma Bliss, isn’t it?” Bub interrupted. “That’s why you sent Jez away! I mean, I get it … the rack on her is something else! When she stripped her shirt off today, and she had that lacy thing underneath? Phwoar!”

He ignored the low growl rumbling in the back of my throat, heedless to my growing wrath. “And her skin! All pale and smooth, it’s … exotic! Nothing like the same old ruddy complexion of your average demoness.”

“Bub,” Beezle yipped in warning. “I think Boss is?—”

“But she’s got no tail, Boss! Like, that’s just … what do you grab onto when you wanna smash her Hell Hound style?—”

“Get OUT!” I roared, snatching both of them up by the scruffs of their necks and launching them in the direction of the door. “I do not want to see you again until after breakfast tomorrow!”

I grabbed the boulder and rolled it open, pointing violently out into the stone tunnel. Beezle and Bub skulked through the opening, tails between their legs.

“Well, at least we know little Junior works just fine,” Bub murmured to Beezle just as I slammed the boulder closed behind them.

And stared down at my cock, jutting up against my stomach, the tip already glistening. There were no laces on my breeches to hold it back.

There was nothing to hold me back as, with a groan of defeat, I wrapped my fist around myself and pumped.

Pale skin … lacy undergarments … jutting nipples … that kiss …

I climaxed in a searing burst, my back bowing and a garbled groan escaping my lips. My orgasm spilled in hot spurts all over the floor.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, storming to my bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

I needed to sleep. I needed to get my head to a place where I could plan my next move when it came to Jemma Bliss.

I needed to stop touching myself to thoughts of her. It was not helpful to my goal.

My goal of breaking her.

* * *

The faces of two of those spicy girls from Jemma Bliss’s shirt glared at me, floating in misty darkness. One had dark skin and wildly curling hair. The red hair of the other was bright enough to match my skin.

But the oddest thing about them was that instead of lips, they each had a nipple right where their mouths should be. They were the prettiest, pinkest nipples I’d ever seen.

“Oi, dickhead!” one of them shouted. Since there was no mouth, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I thought it was the darker one. If I peered closely enough, the nipple on her face seemed to throb in time to the words.

“Quit perving on her areola, you tosser!” another voice snarked. My eyes darted to the red-haired one. Yes! Her nipple was definitely pulsing. “And listen up. You’re running out of time!”

I blinked, trying to break eye contact with the jiggling nips. “I’m … what?”

The black-skinned one rolled her eyes, and her nipple mouth started vibrating. “He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, Ginger. You gotta spell it out for him.” Her eyes found mine again. I tried desperately not to let my gaze drop to the oddly tantalising nipple-mouth.

“If you finish what you’re planning with your little mouse, you’re gonna regret it.”

I flinched backwards, that all too familiar churning sensation cramping my gut.

“I … I don’t think you ? —”

“Oh, we understand, poppet! We get it better than you could possibly imagine!” the redhead cooed condescendingly. “You’ve gotta save Hell, gotta keep those demons working! Except … do you?”

I snorted. “Of course I do! This is to be my kingdom! I cannot watch my subjects starve!”

“Well … do it with someone else,” the dark one interjected. “Leave your little mouse alone. If you break her soul … you’re not going to like the consequences …”

I frowned. “Are you threatening me?” I asked incredulously. “Are you … a floating, nipple-mouthed face, trying to scare me away from my plans?”

The redhead—Ginger, I thought the other had called her—let out an awful, squawking cackle that made her mouth-nipple quiver wildly. “Oh, you sweet summer child … we’re trying to help you!”

“Win the battle for her soul … and lose something precious in turn …” the dark one added cryptically. Something jolted in my chest, and I opened my mouth to demand they explain themselves, but they were fading … until all that was left were two perfect, pink nipples, pointing accusingly at me.

* * *

I woke with a start, sweat pooling in all my crevices and an inconvenient erection tenting my sheet.

I groaned, rubbing at my temples. I had no idea how long I’d slept, but I was ravenously hungry, having skipped dinner the previous evening.

“Go away. You’re nothing but trouble,” I muttered at my straining cock, clambering out of my bed and staggering over to the wall spout. Hot, mildly sulfuric water coursed over my face, and I scrubbed viciously.

Everything was hot in Hell. The air, the water, the bubbly springs. The igneous rock that encased us down here. I found myself craving the cool of the sky water that fell up in the Human Realm. Or just anything that might take the edge off this clammy, uncomfortable feeling that clung to my skin.

I sucked in a sudden breath and choked on the steamy water. Spluttering, I backed away from the spout.

‘Win the battle for her soul … and lose something precious’. The words from my bizarre dream came back to me with clarity. The parting words of the nipple-mouthed spicy girls.

I shook water droplets from my hair with a snarl. What a stupid dream. I had nothing precious worth losing. Why was I even giving two thoughts to the musings of my subconscious mind? My confused, randy, guilt-riddled mind. A mind that could conjure up women with nipples for mouths.

I wondered if the nipples looked anything like Jemma Bliss’s.

That was the problem, right there. Inconvenient erections and inconvenient guilt. They likely went hand in hand. I needed to stop fantasising about Jemma Bliss because my lustful musings about her were likely the cause of these … guilty pangs … and that ridiculous dream.

I dried off brusquely and dressed in fresh trews, tying them up around The Inconvenient Erection, which refused to subside. I was not going to give in to it. No more thinking about the little mousey human with the strawberry hair. Except in the sense of how to torment her while plotting to possess her.

Her soul! Possess her soul. No other part of her.

Certainly not those pink nipples … or that smart little mouth of hers that taunted me … and then kissed me with more passion than I’d ever?—

A tremor shook the rock beneath my feet. That meant the Pit Demons were beginning their day.

Which meant it was past breakfast time. And that meant …

“Do you ever wake at a reasonable hour?” Hellen demanded from the doorway, shouting over the rumble of the entry boulder. An infuriated screech followed. I fumbled with the knot on my laces, quickly scooping up Jemma Bliss’s Soul Token and pocketing it before I stormed out of my sleeping chamber.

Hellen stood frozen just inside the doorway, her face a mask of disgust. Her feet firmly in the centre of my sticky puddle of spend from the night before.

I wished I could laugh, but I wasn’t prepared to exacerbate her razor-thin temper. At least one good thing came from being accosted by Hellen: The Inconvenient Erection abated immediately.

“What is wrong with you?” she screeched, pointing viciously at the floor. “I sent you a perfectly good concubine yesterday, and you banished her, and then … this?”

I narrowed my eyes and swept past her. “It is not up to you to decide when I should be engaging in … carnal activities. Nor with whom I should be engaging in them.”

I heard her hopping down the passageway behind me, no doubt trying to scrape her feet clean on the rocks as she struggled to catch up with me.

“Are you engaging in carnal activities in the Human Realm?” she accused.

My shoulders stiffened, but I managed to maintain my brisk pace in the direction of the morning room. “Do you think I would be polishing my own horn if I was?” I countered.

Hellen huffed. “If you thought less with your ‘horn’ and more with your brain, the demons wouldn’t be still muttering about mutiny.”

I rounded on her, tail flicking with annoyance. “Oh, yes, it’s all my fault that there isn’t enough misery to go around, isn’t it? Nothing to do with the fact that Father hasn’t bothered to get off his throne and reap a single soul in decades. Absolutely not related to … Her … changing the rules to allow a good eighty per cent of our usual intake to get in upstairs instead!”

My ire grew as I spoke, and I surged faster down the corridor.

“Well, you are heir to the throne, Junior!” Hellen reminded me shrilly, finally catching up with me. “It’s literally your job to fix this!”

“Oh fuck off!” I snapped, rounding on her. “What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?”

Hellen’s face turned purple. “You think you’re so clever, with your little schemes and your ‘trial runs’, and your ‘I need another thousand years of diddling about in the Human Realm before my plans are ready’. Our kingdom is suffering now , Junior, and if we don’t do something about it fast, there won’t be a kingdom for you to rule over, you selfish little shit!”

“And what are you doing to help?” I hissed. “Besides crying to Daddy and trying to undermine me and my plans at every turn? Don’t think I don’t know how far up your arse Jezebel is. What a waste of your time, sending her to try and fuck information out of me.”

“Bad morning, my vile offspring!”

We turned in unison. Father strode towards us, a broad smile on his face. “I’m looking forward to hearing of your progress over breakfast, Junior.”

Before I could school my expression into something not resembling hatred for my sister, he’d swept past us into the morning room, where a large roasted mammal was laid out on a round table, ready for us to devour.

Bile rose in my throat. I could not stomach spiced goat seared in Hellfire this morning. What I really wanted was another box of those ringed donut treats.

And to see Jemma Bliss lick her lips as she watched me eat them.

No! I could not live through another Inconvenient Erection! Not when Father was expecting an update from me.

I slid into a seat, moving it so I was out of Hellen’s slapping range. She and Father fell on the food like ravenous beasts. Hellen tore a leg off the thing, ripping into it with her teeth. Father shredded the meat along one side with his claws, spearing a morsel with each finger and sucking them off.

I wrinkled my nose.

“Well, son? Are you eating, or are you reporting?” Meat flew out of Father’s mouth as he spoke, hitting the table in front of me.

I swallowed. “I have come to the conclusion, based on yesterday’s … research … that we must allow the humans to achieve the first three of their four tasks.”

Hellen scoffed, spluttering half-chewed fat across the table. “We must let them win?” She turned to Father, gesticulating wildly with the leg bone. “I told you he was too soft for this! He has no stomach for torture.”

Father ignored her. “Continue, Junior.”

I wanted to smirk at Hellen, but I kept a straight face, turning myself in Father’s direction without looking him in the eyes.

“We must let them think they’re winning. We must make them suffer, for those first three tasks, but ultimately come out the other side of them successful. The more tasks they complete, the more misery we can harvest from them while they’re striving to complete them … and that’s the immediate need, is it not?”

I turned back to Hellen, failing to keep my face impassive any longer. “The very pressing need to feed the Pit Demons human misery, that is your biggest concern, is it not, Hellen?”

“It is the most unrelenting concern for all of us, Junior,” Father interjected sternly while Hellen tore the entire hindquarter off the goat and bit into it ferociously. “And … you are certain you are able to harvest live misery?”

“Yes, Junior,” Hellen added around a mouthful of goat. “How can you prove you’ve done anything of value while mincing around up in the Human Realm?”

The Soul Token in my pocket weighed like lead on me. I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. The thought of producing the glowing, pink thing … of bringing a piece of Jemma Bliss’s soul anywhere near my Father … or, even worse, my sister … filled me with dread.

But it was the only proof that I was progressing in my plans.

I stuffed a shaking hand into my pocket. The thing was warm, and it pulsed gently in my palm as I pulled it out, resting my fist on the table.

I willed my fingers to uncurl.

“I have designed a … token of sorts, that allows me—us—to harvest a small portion of the human’s soul. It resides within the token. They believe that it is our collateral until they repay their debt. And it is, in a way. But what it really does is …” I watched as Jemma Bliss’s Token flared white and then returned to that warm pink once more.

She wasn’t happy. My chest knotted.

I cleared my throat and continued. “It allows us to keep tabs on them, but it also … absorbs the misery we create for them, and—” I cut myself off before I blurted out my theories about it being able to absorb their turmoil in all aspects of their lives.

I wasn’t prepared to let Father or Hellen get greedy with the thing. Not until I’d seen this first experiment through to its completion.

“And how do we then transfer this misery into the Pit?” Hellen demanded, her hand darting towards my open palm. I snapped my fingers closed, snatching my fist away from her and the covetous gleam in her eyes.

“I theorise that we should be able to transfer the energy stored within it into the human souls in the Pit, and through them, the Pit Demons can absorb it.”

“This is very innovative, Junior,” Father said, his eyes glittering with pride. “I’m extremely impressed!”

Hellen let out an incoherent squawk. “But he has no proof that he can get the energy from this token thing into the Pit!” she argued. “I say we take it down there now and release whatever he claims to have collected into the nearest soul and see if he’s all bluster and no substance!”

My gut twisted to the point of pain.

Father’s eyes fell on me. “What say you, Junior?”

I planned my words very carefully. “I am not prepared to risk the soul of an unfinished experiment,” I began carefully, that thrumming in my chest threatening to choke me. “I need to complete the four tasks with her before we release the energy from the Soul Token.”

Father’s eyes were two black holes boring into me. Sweat trickled down my spine, tickling the base of my tail.

“We must not be reckless with the first test of this new invention,” I added, my voice rough. “Once we safely have her soul indentured to Hell, we can test the Token. If it works as I suspect, we can roll this out on a grander scale, and within months, there will be more than enough misery to keep the Pit Demons thriving.”

Father pinched at his chin thoughtfully. Hellen and I both waited, barely breathing, to hear his decree.

“This is Junior’s plot. We must allow Junior to enact it in the way he believes is in the best interests of the long-term goal,” he finally said.

I kept my body stiff, even as my insides turned to goo from the relief his words gave me.

“You’re just going to trust him?” Hellen demanded. “He’s probably up there whoring with the human slags instead of working, and you’re just going to take everything he says at face value?”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the Token pulsed in my hand. Searing heat, and then cool. And searing again. I gritted my teeth.

“You overstep, Hellen!” Father growled. Hellen continued to whine, ignorant of Father’s rising ire.

Both were unaware of my sudden inability to care what Hellen said about me. Something very upsetting was happening to Jemma Bliss. And I needed to work out what it was.

Without so much as a ‘by your leave’, I stood from the table and strode from the room. Father and Hellen were too busy locking proverbial horns to notice.

Halfway back to my chambers, Beezle and Bub morphed out of the shadows, blocking my path, their canine faces contrite.

“Boss, we’re so, soooo sorry about?—”

“There is no time!” I snapped, cutting off Beezle’s apology. “Jemma Bliss is very unhappy, and I must … we must determine what it is that is causing her distress.”

I surged past them, and they trotted along behind me.

“As research, into how to really dig deep into her misery ourselves, right, Boss?” Bub asked tentatively.

“Yes, yes, just hurry!” I snapped. I entered my chambers and immediately opened a portal, my body already morphing into my human skin.

I would not allow myself to think about why I was so agitated. I stepped through the portal, Beezle and Bub on my heels.