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Sulfur burns my throat as I wave the red bubbles away. Better than fucking glitter, I suppose. I should be used to Lucifer’s stench by now, but it's not something you ever become accustomed to.
I settle back on my throne, knowing it won't be long before the next unlucky soul finds their way into my presence. This time, it's not a greedy human but a greedy gorgon looking to take over some mafia leader’s organization.
“You do understand that if you fail as a leader, the organization will have you killed?” I ask, knowing the gorgon doesn't have the brain cells to wipe his ass, much less run such a large criminal empire.
“Oh, no, I didn’t know that. Can’t I make that a clause in the agreement?” the gorgon asks, rubbing his hands together.
I glare at the male gorgon and his snake-covered head until he stops rubbing his hands and stands up straight.
“No, we can’t make that a clause,” I snap, my anger getting the better of me.
I would say I'm annoyed with the gorgon, but I know, deep down, that the real problem is sprawled in the bedroom of our Hell mansion, waiting for my return. The desire to go to her, bask in her, bathe in her essence, is unlike anything I've ever experienced, and I'm afraid I'm becoming… soft.
“Well, man, why not? It’s simple. Just write in there that they can’t kill me,” the gorgon says, hopping from one foot to the other with excitement.
“Nope, not happening. You must be capable of doing what needs to be done when signing this document. I can work my magic and cause things to happen, but you must do the rest to keep your end of the bargain.”
"I can do it. Give it here. I’ll sign,” the gorgon says eagerly.
Usually, I chuckle at this part, knowing this fresh new soul will be in Hell within the week, but I don't get any satisfaction from the deal at all this time. The gorgon signs, getting his (short-lived) wish, and I send him back to The Above with a snap of my fingers.
The next “customer” appears in front of me, a middle-aged man with long, greasy hair and a generally unkempt appearance. He shakes and shivers with the signs of substance abuse, appearing more desperate than greedy. At least he’s an easy soul to take, albeit a weak one.
I should be reveling in the downfall of this pathetic creature, but since Penelope came along, things that intrigued me, that I loved taking part in, aren't the same. Situations that amused me, made me laugh loudly, don't bring the same joy.
Maybe I need to take a break from my new wife?
I rub my chest, disregarding the thought immediately. The mere idea causes my heart to ache. No, not an option. My need to have her near me is the sole reason I've kept her in Hell. And yes, I'm a selfish bastard. Demon, remember?
I know it's dangerous to keep her down here because if any of the other demons discover how beautiful, sensual, and devoted she is, they’ll do their best to take her from me. They’ll do whatever it takes to wrestle my power and my bride from me.
I grip my throne hard at the thought, knowing I’ll break it if I don't temper my strength. But it’s hard when all I can think about is my wife, her curvy little body, and her soft, delicate skin. How it reddens with desire when I leave nips and kisses on her body. How I can bruise her if I grip her a little too hard.
Her moans fill my ears as I struggle to listen to the abject human before me. I’m mildly aware that it’s taking me far too long to get his signature and that my work is slow. It’s been slow since I first sank inside her a month ago, though my tryst with my delightfully insatiable wife yesterday afternoon gave me a temporary boost, and I doubled the souls that evening when I returned to my chamber.
I need to get it together. This is embarrassing for a creature of Hell, Lucifer's best, to be bested by a human in my bed.
An exquisite female with soft brown eyes that light up whenever she sees me.
Waiting for me…
My mouth waters and my body responds at the thought of her.
I hastily push the contract in front of the human’s face and bellow, “Sign!”
He looks at me for several seconds, almost sobering up due to my sudden temper. I calm myself and adopt a coaxing tone to remind him what he wants. Mostly riches like they all do. And he finally does what he should, signing his blood on the dotted line.
My thoughts turn from my problems instantly when an image of my bride pressed against the wall as I take her from behind fills my head. Our connection is so powerful that my cock springs to life, full and hot, the second she projects the idea.
I click my fingers and before I can blink, I'm in our bedroom. I watch as Penelope lifts her black lace nightgown, her body facing the wall, her head turned to the side. The sheer material inches up, revealing the plump curves of her naked ass.
Stalking toward her, I plant my hands on her hips. “Eager for me, little one?”
“I need you so much,” she whispers, rubbing her juicy bottom against my needy cock as I press her into the wall.
“I'm always so fucking hot for you, wife. Can't get enough of this tight little cunt," I growl, cupping her between her legs. "Now take that gown off before I rip it off,” I order, trailing a taloned finger from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine. “I want you too much to wait.”
Penelope slides the straps from her shoulders, and the nightgown pools on the floor. Keeping one hand on her pussy, I squeeze her heavy breast in the other, flicking her nipple.
