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VHEX

Devil venom is a hell of a drug.

The shit builds in the duct at my cheekbone, splitting my head and burning.

I can’t milk it.

Can’t spit it out.

Can’t even purge it into an unwilling host.

Devil rules and shit.

I moan as the poison pumps into my oh-so-willing Guide.

It feels so fucking good .

The smoke and flames die down inside.

I can finally think .

Fuuuck .

I hope she’s pissed.

I hope she chooses violence.

She needs to be THE ONE who fucking ends me and this bloodline’s curse.

“Vhex,” she gasps, pressed beneath me. “What the fuck does that mean? What did you do?”

“I gave you a taste of my venom.” I tongue my relieved fang, then kiss that perfect hole on the side of her throat. “You like?”

Her sweet hand strokes me in time with her soul.

The ice-blue energy matches the cold fire in her eyes.

“What kind of ven—” She chokes off as her spine bows.

The spreading poison paints me a pulsing map of her arteries. The blood blazes hottest at her core.

I didn’t tell it to go there.

That was allllll her.

She gnaws her lip, fighting the pleasure. “You’re an incubus?”

“Nope.” I grin, watching the show through her skin.

My venom usually zips around while they try to figure out what the hell to do with the raw energy.

Conquer the world?

Maybe slit my throat?

If she chose rage, that shit would find her fingers and help her choke me out. My power is so strong, not even I’d be able to stop her.

I wouldn’t try.

But my Guide doesn’t hesitate.

She has no wrath, no greed, no pride.

My wife and I share a favorite sin.

She pants as her blood flows to the place she wants it most. “Then why is your venom?—”

“Drenching your pussy?” I chuckle and stroke my cock in her helping hand. “Because you chose lust. I granted your wish.”

“I didn’t make one.” Her hand never stops stroking.

“You did. So did I.” I lean into her touch. “ More .”

She inhales. Her pupils blow. “Is your bloodline from the Jinn?”

“You’re getting colder. Think higher up the pyramid.” Like, tippy fucking top of the devil hierarchy.

Her emotions see-saw.

I’m hoping she chooses murder next.

“Vhex,” she finally sing-songs. “Get on your back.”

“Why?” I’m happy where I am.

She thumbs my cock-slit harder.

The pressure rolls my eyes back so far, I blink into my spinal cord.

“Because,” she purrs. “I don’t trust you to fuck me with this candy log until it shrinks to normal size.”

I chuckle. “It’s not gonna shrink.”

It gets bigger .

She curses and grabs my horn. “How long does your venom last?”

“We can fuck it out.” I lick her glowy skin, ready to start the clock. My time-limited wife tastes like mints and frozen sugar.

Sweet, cold, and destined to dissolve.

“That’s the only way?” she asks.

“It’s the fun way.” I rub my cock between her trembling fingers, watching her lashes dance.

“What’s the second option?”

I lick her ear and whisper, “kill me.”

We shiver in sync.

I won’t fight if she picks the second door.

I’ll fucking cheer.

“I’m not going to kill you,” she murmurs.

“You should.” Otherwise, I’ll end up killing her first.

Devil venom.

Once is enough.

But she’s strong.

It’ll happen slow.

The addiction.

The burning-from-inside.

Fuck. I can’t do this again.

Why did I fucking do this again?

’Til death do us part only works if I go first.

“Don’t tempt me.” My Guide strokes my horn. “I want to fuck you until you’re human enough to apologize.”

I sigh into her ice cream skin. “I was never human.”

“You will be. And you’ll like it.”

I mean, yeah .

I’d like it if this girl gutted me with my own pitchfork.

Whether she fucks me or takes me out?

Anything from her hands is sweet relief.

I’m optimistic.

She’s taking her first hit of my venom with no more side effects than a pretty flush.

I picked right.

She has to be the one.

I open wide for the back-scratching sensation of her combing out my soul and shudder from my toes. “Kill me before I kill you. I’m so fucking tired of burning.”