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Chapter 34

Dare You

SJ

“W ell, tonight is progressing exactly as expected,” I muttered dryly, peering across the red sea of carousing demons. I swallowed against my gag reflex at the permeating goaty flavour of the air. It mingled with the acrid scent of Demonade that was being sloshed onto the floor as much as it was being poured down greedy demon throats. The soles of my boots stuck in the tacky mess it left.

“Bad evening, Your Highness!”

I turned, the sneer already curling my upper lip as I faced the simpering demoness. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, fondling her bare breasts as she eyed me languidly.

“Bad evening indeed,” I grunted. This was, in fact, the worst evening. It had barely been fifteen minutes, and this demoness was the fourth to proposition me.

The fourth to leave me utterly cold and unmoved.

“Can I get you anything?” she asked, blatantly pinching her nipples and gasping lewdly. “A mug of Demonade? Or …” she hoisted her breast to her lips, licking at the peak. “Perhaps you’d like to drink it straight from my cunt?—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” I grated, fists clenching. “I do not wish to partake in Demonade, from a mug or any other receptacle, this eve.”

I turned and strode off into the milling, sweaty crowd before she had a chance to grab at me. It wouldn’t be the first time tonight that a female had attempted a grope in the hopes of leading me by the cock directly into their body.

If things continued along their current trajectory, I only had perhaps another fifteen minutes to endure before things devolved, and I would be able to escape, unnoticed by all who were too busy attempting to plough their way through as many partners as was demonly possible.

Escape to my rooms, to lie on my bed, clutching a human romance novel to my chest and pining pathetically over the warm, sweet, pink-haired, pale-skinned beauty who had suddenly become the bar I compared all females to.

The one woman I could never have, would never be good enough for. No. Could never be good for. I was an evil being—Son of Satan, Prince of Hell. Goodness was outside my realm of capability.

And ‘good’ was the very least she deserved.

“Hey, Boss!”

I startled as Beezle reared up onto his hind legs, resting his paws against my hip.

“Where have you two been?” I demanded, glaring at him, then down at Bub, sitting beside him. The guilty expressions on their faces had me immediately suspicious.

“Just … around!” Bub yipped. “Doing some recon work for you … scoping the demoness talent around the room, ya know.”

I groaned. “Not you two also! I am in no mood to entertain a female tonight!”

Entirely untrue. There had been so many moments over the last few days where I had been a whisker away from tearing a portal right above her bed and just clambering through and covering her body with my own, of picking up exactly where we left off and fucking that horrified look right off her face.

“I dunno, Boss,” Beezle whined, and there was something in his tone that made my skin prickle. “There was this one demoness who looked … very tempting.”

“There is not a single being in this castle that could tempt me.”

“Well,” Hellen blurted from behind me, making me flinch. “It’s lucky that Father seems suddenly intent on making an attempt for a new heir, since you’re so underwhelmed by the offerings tonight.”

I turned, jostling a barrel-chested demon, who staggered, sloshing me head to toe with an entire keg of Demonade he’d somehow torn open and was guzzling from.

“Sorry, y’Highness!” he slurred, stumbling away and into a gaggle of squealing demonesses, who pounced on him.

Better him than me , I thought, shaking the brew from my dripping hair and turning disdainfully towards Hellen. “What are you blathering about?”

“Father is pursuing a demoness, which can only mean he wishes to get a child on her. He seems … single-minded, with this one, given his preference for males.”

“Interspecies males, at that,” I muttered, thinking about Alessio. “Have you nought to say about Father’s little human sex toy? I can’t imagine you approve, given the accusations you’ve been throwing my way of late.”

Hellen shook her head. “Father dragging a human minion to Hell to pleasure him is very different from …” She stilled, eyes narrowing as a breeze stirred the room. “Do not attempt to trick me into losing my temper and ruining the party, Junior! This is important! I thought you would be delighted to hear that Father seems determined to procreate once more. If he begets a male, you can go back to your gadabout ways, knowing there is another to rule in your stead!”

I swallowed, that thudding in my chest becoming a thundering. I forced my expression to remain neutral, even as my mind was whirring.

If you don’t have to rule Hell, you could be with ? —

“Uh … Boss!” Beezle barked while Bub head-butted my leg urgently. “You know how we said there was a … a demoness, a tempting one?”

I frowned down at them. “Yes, what of it?”

“Well, you might wanna go see Daddy …”

“Junior …” Hellen warned. “If you interrupt Father while he’s getting psyched up to mate a female …”

“ Now , Boss!” Beezle howled, and Bub actually bit me on the ankle.

“Home’s bones, you two!” I snapped, barely sparing Hellen a glance as I was propelled through the crowd by nipping Hell Hounds.

I bumped and jostled my way through demons, grunting in pain when a goat leg bone was lobbed right at my stomach.

“What is the meaning of this?” I grumbled. And then the scent hit me.

Strawberries.

Barely daring to breathe, I shoved my way violently through the sea of horny demons. I heard my father before I saw him.

“No tail? That’s exotic!” he slurred.

“Oh, yes, well, that’s … uh … a funny story, actually! My, um … my father … docked me, when I was five. He liked us to really remember when we were being punished, you know?” She let out a little, sultry giggle. I swallowed back a proprietary roar, surging ever closer.

“So … you’re well versed in pain.” Father’s voice was suddenly an octave lower. “We are going to have so much fun, little one.”

I shoved a particularly enormous brute of a demon out of my way, and there they were. My father, one arm propped against a stalagmite, pinning her against it. His other hand trailed dangerously close to the mounds of exposed breast spilling from a truly delectable corset.

Red tinged my vision. And it wasn’t from whatever she had stained her skin with to disguise herself.

“You!” I rumbled, startling Father enough that he stumbled backwards a step, his palm dropping from her.

Her eyes darted to mine, and the tightness in her face immediately eased. Which only made me angrier.

What the Home was she doing here? And dressed like that? Expecting to see me? To … to drive me utterly insane?

“Son!” Father rallied, coming to clap me on the shoulder. “Have you met …” He squinted at Jemma, swaying slightly. How much Demonade had he consumed?

Enough to make him want to fuck a female.

To fuck my female.

“I’m Je-Jessica! Yes, that’s my name!” Jemma’s breaths were rapid, which was only making her breasts jiggle in a way that was practically demanding someone grab them.

“Jessica … an uncommon name, for an uncommon beauty.” Father elbowed me in the ribs. “Wouldn’t you agree, Junior? She’s?—”

“Not for you,” I snarled, hot, possessive rage bubbling up inside me at the mere thought of Father touching her. Of any male touching her.

Father chuckled drunkenly. “Well, I’m not about to get into a brawl over a mere female with my son and heir. Have at her, Junior!” He made a sweeping gesture towards Jemma.

I didn’t need any further encouragement. With a low growl, I surged forwards, scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder. She squeaked.

Father guffawed.

She squirmed against my shoulder until I tightened my arm around her thighs, pinning her to me.

“Be still. Until we are out of this room.”

“And then what?” she barely breathed the words, but I heard her crystal clearly. My chest was vibrating with more emotions than I had ever experienced all at once.

“And then I’ve got half a mind to bend you over and tan that pert backside until you beg me for forgiveness.”

She shivered, and I strode through the throne room doors and into the darkness beyond.

* * *

“What were you thinking?” I set her down, pinning her against the rock, scowling at her.

“I … what do you mean?” she panted. Her breasts made another bid for freedom from that delightfully dirty corset. Under normal circumstances, I would have relished slowly peeling that from her, revealing the pale skin beneath.

But her skin wasn’t pale. She was red from head to toe. Which only fuelled my anger to new heights.

“Did you find the seam I left open in your living room and think to take yourself on a little adventure to see a demon orgy first-hand?” I demanded, making fists on either side of her face. “Have you no sense of self-preservation? This is Hell, Mouse! It’s not a place for you!”

Her jaw set, and that spark of feisty Jemma that I … for badness’ sake, that I loved … appeared.

“Well then why the Hell did you invite me to your demon orgy?” she demanded, folding her arms over her chest. Pushing those breasts higher.

My cock pulsed. I’d thought myself too angry to be aroused. Clearly I’d underestimated my attraction to Jemma Bliss.

“I didn’t !” I snapped back, my hand inching into the strawberry curls, winding and tangling and savouring their softness. Her lips parted on a gasp, and I tugged, tilting her head roughly back to meet my fury face-to-face. “I want you nowhere near this place!”

Jemma sneered. “At least not until my soul comes here for good, right?”

Something in my brain snapped. “ Never , Mouse.” I tossed her back over my shoulder and strode away.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded, wriggling in my grasp. I planted a stinging slap on her jiggling rear. The moan that burst out of her had my cock almost tearing from my breeches.

“You came down here expecting a Hellish adventure, did you not? Perhaps a chance to experience some real-life monster pornography?”

“I … I …” she stuttered. I kneaded the flesh of her upper thighs until she was panting, her nails clawing at my back.

“You have one chance, Mouse. Say you don’t want this, and I’ll open a portal and send you safely back home.”

“And … what is the ‘this’ I shouldn’t want?” she breathed. I spanked her again.

“The ‘this’ is me, being the devil that I am … taking what I want … and ruining you for human males forever.” I allowed myself one skim of the heat between her legs, barely holding back the shudder of desire that wracked me when she mewled. “Mouse, if you knew the things I want from you …”

“Tell me,” she begged. “Please SJ, I want to know.”

“In my mind, I’ve fucked you every possible way. I’ve pinned you against walls and slammed into you. I’ve softly kissed every inch of your body, kept you trembling under me as I savoured you. I’ve teased you until you were whimpering, begging me for release.” I slid a finger across the dip between her butt cheeks. “I’ve even had you here, watched you come undone while I pressed into this tightness.”

I spanked her, loving the feel of her backside quivering under my palm. “Now, choose. Do you want this, or?—”

“I want this!” The saucy little minx reached down, stroking my tail until I shuddered, locking my jaw to keep myself from begging her to keep touching. “I want you , SJ. I want all the above and more.”

Any self-control I may have retained shattered.

“Consider yourself warned,” I rumbled, giving her peachy arse another slap for good measure as I raced through the darkened hallways of the castle, twisting and turning through labyrinthine hallways.

Lust pounded through my veins, and my chest tightened with anticipation. This was happening. With Jemma. I was going to have her. She wanted to have me . Like this. In my real, devilish form.

I was going to make sure that every single one of those monster fantasies in her pretty pink head became a reality.

I set her to her feet, backing her against the wall. I didn’t want to look at her face, afraid that I’d see something that made a lie of her words, but I found I could not help myself. I needed to know that she truly did want this.

Her eyes glittered with desire, her pupils so large her blue eyes were almost black.

“You’re certain, Mouse?” I whispered.

She smirked, her hand reaching for the throbbing bulge in my breeches. “The most certain I could be.”

I growled as I reached behind her, twisting a knob of rock.

She gasped as water gushed over us, trickling between those perfect tits. Little runnels of red sluicing from her face into the dark crevice of her cleavage.

“What are you?—”

“You will clean every skerrick of red from your skin.” When she gaped at me, bedraggled and beautiful and … delightfully shocked … under the spray, I grinned evilly, looming over her. “Do it now, or I will do it for you.”

Her shock morphed into something greedy, and she leaned back against the wall, arching her back so her breasts strained against the corset. I swore I caught a tiny peek of pebbled nipple, and my cock swelled desperately against the ties of my breeches.

“Dare you,” she purred.