by Eve Newton
“Oh,” I say, sitting back down. “Why didn’t you just start with that?” I ask lightly, feeling the absurd need to reassure her that I’m not flaming mad with her after all.
She shrugs, looking away. “I feel weak mentioning it,” she mutters, making my heart thump in my chest. Fuck, this ‘having feelings’ crap belongs out in the pits with the dregs of banished Demons.
“No,” I say, shaking my head and taking her hand again. “You are anything but weak, my Queen,” I add smoothly to bring her back around. “You are what I made you, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. And of course, I should have thought about your needs. I did promise you that. I will deliver you as many as your heart desires. I will keep them locked in the dungeons to be brought up on your whims. And just think, Axelle,” I say with a wicked gleam as I’m about to offer her something I know she will cream herself over, hopefully over my cock. “You will be the only Demon to still strip souls! You can have your little Reaper here take them over to Inbound for you. You will be envied and loathed by all the other Demons.”
I see her eyes light up at the prospect. “Really?” she asks. “You would do that for me?”
“Of course,” I reply magnanimously.
She beams at me, her earlier concerns forgotten. It proves to me that she was only thinking about herself and what would happen to her, instead of trying to dissuade me from the course that has been predestined since the beginning of time.
Axelle
My heart is thumping.
I really pissed him off. I saw his anger at me and had to backtrack, change what I was trying to say. There was no way I could convince him not to go through with his plans. Luckily, I came up with the perfect excuse for my questions and he bought it.
It still doesn’t change anything though. Luc plans to destroy the World, using our son to do it, and that is something I would like to stop dead in its tracks. I do like Earth. Sure, humans are stupid, slow and weak, but they are such fun, and my time on Earth was the best. I’d always hoped that one day, Luc would let me back up there for day trips, or something. But if there is no Earth, how am I supposed to wreak havoc? Having men brought to me, kind of defeats the purpose of the chase, the hunt, the thrill it sends through me to target my mark, pursue him until he caves and then seduce the soul out of him. Although, what Luc offers to me is a prize, for sure. To be the only Demon to still strip souls and to be envied and loathed, that is every Demon’s dream. But this Demon has bigger dreams. I sigh inwardly and then smile quickly when Luc gives me a look that almost warns me not to pursue this conversation.
“I love you,” I say, running my hand up his thigh and it works as the perfect distraction.
“I love you,” he says lightly.
That also makes me sigh. He has only really said it with the great passion I crave from him while we have been fucking. Every other time it has been something that he says, but I feel he doesn’t mean.
“Do you?” I blurt out and then wish I could take it back when his eyes harden.
“You question my feelings?” he asks coldly.
“No, of course not,” I say quickly, getting to my knees and crawling onto his lap. “I just…I love you so much it hurts. I just want you to feel the same. All of you.”
“Oh, Axelle,” he says, curling my hair behind my ear. “I have never said those words to anyone in my entire existence. I wouldn’t start now if I didn’t mean it. You know that I have trouble with positive emotions. It is still difficult for me to say the words sometimes.”
“I know,” I say in a small voice, letting him play with my hair, as Evan comes up behind me to kiss my neck. I’ve turned into such a…such a woman about these things.
“Tell you what,” he says suddenly, running his hands up my thighs and underneath my nightgown to pull it over my head. “Let’s announce our marriage and child to the whole of Hell, right now. Let everyone know that you are mine and that we are bonded in such a way that it can never be broken.”
Child.
My heart sinks at that one word, that lets me know exactly what his thoughts are on the twins. Evan and Dashel don’t even know about them yet.
“Ours,” Evan murmurs, going back to kissing my neck as his hands cup my tits.
“Now?” I ask. He’d mentioned this earlier today, but I didn’t think he meant it. I’m more than nervous about standing in front of the horde of Demons and being cited as the Queen of Hell. I will have a target on my back in a big way and that is something I was hoping to avoid for a while as I settled into being the wife of the Devil, the mother of his unborn children and lover to a fallen Angel and a Reaper.
“Absolutely now,” he says. “The sooner Hell knows about the child, then the other side will too, and then it’s game on,” he states.
I grimace at him, but he gives me a look back.
“And, I want the whole of Hell to know how much I love you,” he adds slyly, but with a twinkle in his eye to make me realize he didn’t forget already.
“You are a beast,” I say to him with a huff. “How can I refuse after that?”
“You can’t. So, get ready and meet me at the top of the stairs. We have an announcement to make.”
“Wait,” Dashel murmurs, flicking his finger at my nipple before he takes it into his mouth through the fabric briefly. “I need you first.”
“So do I,” Evan whispers in my ear before he goes back to kissing my neck.
I nod eagerly. If all the other Demons could see me now. Envied and loathed. I will be that now without a doubt. If Luc lets me tell everyone about my two lovers.
“Very well,” Luc mutters, sliding a hand down in between us, stripping me and finding my entrance easily. He slips a finger inside. “See to my dick first, wife, and then we can tell Hell that you are my everything.”
I grin at him. How does he manage to make one sentence both insulting and a compliment at the same time?
“Don’t let me stop you,” I chuckle, before I’m slammed to my back and ravaged to within an inch of my life.
~ CHAPTER TEN ~
Evan
Luc is inside her before I can take my next breath. I curse him. I need her. I’m feeling very out of sorts since I found out about Dashel. It seems that Luc doesn’t know about him yet.
She giggles and pushes Luc off her before she turns around, getting on all fours. Her mouth is inches from my dick, so it doesn’t take me long to strip off my clothes and grab her hair, forcing her mouth to me. She opens up and takes me in, sucking me long and hard.
“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my head back as I feel her tongue working over me in such a way, I want to unload into her mouth now and be done with it.
She pops her mouth off me before I come and gives me a wicked smile. Then she wiggles her pert ass.
“Oh, you want some DP, do you?” I snicker at her, as eager for that as she is. There is something so fucking sexy-dirty about seeing the woman you love fucked up both ends. “Let me watch you three,” I add, running my hand into her hair.
She looks over at Dashel with a question in her eyes.
He licks his lips but nods stoically.
“Dashel in the front,” I instruct. This is my voyeurism, so I’m going to tell them where to be.
Luc sits back, allowing me this small thing it seems, and Axelle settles herself reverse cowgirl style on him. I blink and move out of the way so that Dashel can hesitantly position himself in front of her, having gotten undressed while she was sucking me off.
Dashel takes a deep breath and watches as Luc lubes up her ass with her pussy juice. Then, he thrusts inside her quickly and harshly, making her cry out. She leans back, her wet hole inviting Dashel to ram his cock into it, which he does, unable to help himself.
I groan, lost in the image of two dicks fucking her as I stroke my hard cock, intending to come all over her pussy in the next few seconds whether Dashel is still inside her or not.
“Fuck,” she pants as she is ridden from both ends, her eyes al
ight with raw passion.
My cock hardens in my hand, pre cum seeping out as I slide my hand over myself again and again before I tug hard, jerking myself off as I watch this show.
I move closer to the threesome ready to burst my load onto her, but get beaten to it by Dashel, who is still a novice at this. He grunts loudly, coming inside her before he pulls out, breathing heavily, allowing me to move into his place to thrust inside her and come instantly, flooding her pussy.
“Shit,” she cries out as my fingers find her clit and tease her until she clutches my cock with her fierce climax.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur to her. “You’re perfect.”
Her eyes flash with delight before Luc takes his time coming in her ass with a loud groan.
“Oh, Axelle,” he pants. “You have no idea how good it feels to come inside you.”
She giggles. “No more withdrawal for you,” she says.
I narrow my eyes at them. An inside joke that neither one is going to explain.
“You okay?” I ask Dashel.
“Yes,” he says. “I want to try anal.”
That abrupt statement stops the show.
Luc looks around Axelle with a raised eyebrow. “Be my guest,” he says, lifting Axelle off his still hard dick and handing her to the Angel. “You’ll find her nicely lubed up.”
Dashel nods and with a concentrated look, he grabs his dick as Axelle props herself up on her elbows and knees, sticking her ass high up in the air for Dashel to take.
He guides it inside her tight hole and with a grunt of surprise, he starts to pump his hips. “Oh, yes,” he whispers. “Oh, yes, that feels good.”
“Mmm,” Axelle murmurs as Luc and I watch Dashel burst his anal cherry.
His cheeks are flushed, his dark green eyes going even darker with desire.
“Oh, yes,” he mutters and growls as he comes quickly.
“You like that, Angel?” Axelle whispers to him.
“Yes,” he says, pulling out. “Did you?”
“Oh, yeah,” she says with a laugh. “I love a good ass fuck.”
“I love watching your ass get fucked,” I add to her delight. “But your satisfaction has been neglected.”
She shrugs. “I know you’re good for it.” Then she lies back, and we all dive on her with gusto, grabbing hold of various parts, kissing others and ensuring that her needs are met to the very best of our ability.
Which, if I do say so myself, is pretty damn impressive.
All too soon, though, Luc is pulling her away to make his announcement. I can’t help but wonder where that leaves me and Dashel. Will he tell everyone about us or keep us as a dirty little secret. More importantly, will Axelle?
“I love you,” I say quietly.
“I love you,” she says, taking my face in her hands and kissing my lips gently. “When I get back, we need to talk. You, me and Dashel.”
“Okay,” I agree with a nod as Luc glowers at us from the closet.
“You too, baby,” she croons to him as she lets me go and walks over to him, brushing her hand over his cheek.
He snorts with mirth. “Don’t really see myself with that endearment, wife.”
I know he keeps calling her that to piss off me and Dashel. But her face lights up so much when he does it, I don’t say anything about it.
“Suppose I’d better get back to work,” I mutter, really hoping that she tells me not to.
She frowns at me and then at Luc. “Leave him for today, there’s stuff we need to discuss later.”
He sighs. “Very well. Stay here but make yourself useful.”
“How?” I ask in confusion.
“Come with me,” he says mysteriously and leaves Axelle with a kiss on her forehead.
I do the same and then we disappear through the bedroom door.
“What is it?” I ask when he heads for the stairs.
“I need you to go to the dungeons for two things,” Luc replies, holding up two of his fingers.
“Okaay,” I drawl, wondering what the fuck he wants down there, and why I have to be the one to go there to retrieve it.
That all becomes clear though when he whispers his desires in my ear, and I give him a wide-eyed look back, but keep my mouth shut as I bob my head.
He is about to make Axelle one very happy Demon.
“Call it a wedding gift,” Luc states, taking the opportunity to rub it in once again.
“Fabulous,” I whine, but go off to do the Devil’s bidding anyway, because who am I kidding.
This is huge!
~ CHAPTER ELEVEN ~
Axelle
I glare at the closet as Evan and Luc leave me alone with Dashel. If I open this now and that fucking red dress is in here, I’m going to vomit all over it.
I turn to Dashel. He is quiet, reflecting, as he looks back at me. “I do love you,” I say.
“I love you too,” he says, lounging on the bed, propped up on his elbow as he studies me.
“Are you okay?” I ask tentatively.
He nods slowly. “Yes. I am. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, and I don’t feel as humiliated as I thought I would. Evan and Luc have been…uhm…”
“Remarkably sensitive about mentioning it?” I press when he stops.
“Hah,” he snorts. “Yes. I suppose you could put it like that.” He climbs off the bed and stalks sexily over to me. “How do you think they would feel about me taking you right now without them?”
“Well, they shouldn’t have left us alone together if they didn’t want us to get up to naughty stuff.”
His eyes narrow. “I like the way you say that word,” he says.
“Which one?”
“Naughty.”
I bite my bottom lip and run my hands up his solid chest. “Naughty,” I murmur, tipping my head back so that he can ravage my mouth with his.
He shoves me up against the closet door, making it shake under the force. I leap up and wrap my legs around him, working one hand in between us to grab hold of his cock.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathes. “I just want to be inside you all the time.”
“That’s lust for you,” I chuckle and get a death stare in return.
“It’s more than that,” he rasps as I push him inside me and start to ride him.
He grabs my ass to help me along.
“I feel like I’m going to perish if I’m not near you. I’m a part of you now, Axelle.”
I shiver at his words.
“I adore you,” I gasp against his lips.
“Will you become my wife as well?” he asks with a frown.
“I hope so,” I say, pausing my actions just long enough for him to nudge me into resuming.
“I want to create a child with you,” he says. “Will you allow that?”
I blink at him.
“Do not say that you will need to ask Luc’s permission. You are not his breeding bitch. I want you to tell me that we can have a child together.”
“Yes,” I don’t hesitate a second time to say. “Yes!” I scream as he grips my hips and fucks me hard and fast. “Yes!”
His breathing is heavy as I shudder in his arms, an orgasm of epic proportions hitting me at the same time that he roars through his own climax, his fingers digging harshly into my flesh.
Then he lets me go and my feet drop to the floor. He turns his back to me, showing me the scarring where his wings sprout from, reminding me of what he is now.
I want to ask if he is going to challenge Luc to be ruler of Hell, but I don’t because not only am I afraid of the answer, I’m afraid for Dashel if he does.
I watch him saunter into the bathroom for a shower. I join him, but only to clean the dripping cum off my body. I’d like to keep it there to show everyone who owns me, but if I turn up in front of the masses of Demons smelling like, not only our fearless leader, but two other men as well, then I might as well shoot myself in the back. I wish I could linger but I don’t have the time now. Luc will
be wondering where I am.
“Envied and loathed,” I grate out as I dry off and turn to the closet again. I open it with a wince. “Envied and loathed.”
I smile then as I see a stunning black, strapless dress in silk. I pull it on quickly and it falls around me like it was made for me. Which it was, obviously. Only the best for this Demon. Queen Demon, no less.
Slipping on a pair of killer black heels, I feel better about things, and putting Vazna firmly out of my mind, I head for the top of the stairs and stop to admire the creature waiting for me.
“You are magnificent,” I purr to my Devil in disguise, sidling up with a sexy sway of my hips that has him raking his gaze up and down. He is dressed up in the skin of the goat-beast I first thought he was from our binding. No way could he come out looking like the monster that he really is. My stomach flutters as I remember how he really looks. I want to jump him right here, right now as he is in this form. I give him a smile and take his outstretched hand.
“And…?” I inquire wickedly.
He lifts my hand to his mouth full of vicious teeth and nips me gently. “There are no words to describe what I feel when I look at you in that dress.”
“Try,” I challenge him.
“Exquisite?” he asks gruffly, his voice rough from the form he’s taken on.
“It’ll do,” I grudgingly agree with a laugh. “You can make it up to me by ravaging me in that form later. Especially if you can, uhm…”
He gives me a curious look as I blush furiously. “Can what?”
“Err, grow another dick and impale me from both ends,” I say hurriedly, a shot of lust going through me as I remember the painting of him and Jezebelle downstairs.
He snorts with laughter. “Grow another dick?”
My cheeks go even redder. “The painting!” I shriek at him. “I know it was you and her!”
“Oh,” he says, understanding dawning as he nods slowly. “I see. You want what she had? Is this jealousy I see on you?”
