Marduk quelled his anxiety for a moment, and attempting to sound amused, he opened the channel to include Kulla, and continued to speak to Tess. Will do, but now that you have more time to kill, I can’t keep him from dragging you to the home improvement depot.
Kulla had begged to be given time to pick up more building materials and Marduk had overridden him, saying it was Tess’s outing. Now, he’d give the divine architect carte blanche.
Did you catch that, Kulla?
Sure did, boss. But Kulla was smart. His next question to Marduk, he kept just between the two of them. Now tell me exactly why we have more time to kill.
Marduk bid his wife happy shopping, and filled Kulla in quickly on Enlil’s injuries. He promised to give him updates and signed off. He brought his attention back to the god lying prone. “So what happened?”
Enlil had shifted into a position where the pain seemed to bother him a little less. “Do you want the good news or the bad news?”
Marduk ran a nervous hand through his hair. “Both.”
“The good news is, we met up with Dagon and he and Holly are now together.” Enlil snuck a glance at Anshar where the god waited, his eyes darkening. “The bad news is, Lenore is being held captive by Nergal until the pair make their way to the throne room to release her.”
As if on cue, Anshar turned and sent a fist through the wall, his serpent emerging without warning. His anguished roars shook the house and brought the witches running. Marduk moved to get between the violent serpent and the ladies, but found a chair in his way. Where had it…
“It’s all right!” Angie and Addie May paid not the slightest bit of attention to the thunder god, but approached Anshar from either side. “Lenore will be fine. She has things under control. We’ve been watching, and if anything bad had happened, we wouldn’t be here.”
Anshar’s breathing slowed as he listened to the witches. Angie dared to reach out and pat his arm. “Nergal is not going to harm her.”
Marduk’s mouth fell open. Had that statement been accompanied by a chuckle from Lenore’s mother?
“As a matter of fact, it’s Nergal who should be worried.” Now there sounded a distinct chortle. This time from Addie May. “Don’t you know Lenore well enough by now to realize that she always has something up her sleeve?” she asked comfortingly. Anshar ceased roaring.
Marduk was aware of what Addie May did not say. He’d spoken to the witches before Enlil had appeared. They hadn’t been able to sort that premonition out yet, but there had to be an unknown threat―not Nergal―that resided in the Underworld. Marduk didn’t bring it up. Anshar was just calming down.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Shit! Where is it?” Holly was aware that she ranted, and that her tirade had woken Dagon from the short nap he had grabbed to regain strength. But if his face was any indication, he didn’t seem to mind. Currently, she stormed around buck naked, throwing clothes all over Hell.
“Where’s what?” he questioned, yawning. His prick took an even greater interest, pointing skyward. Did the man ever run out of steam?
“My necklace…the idol,” she explained, dragging her eyes away from his now smooth and delicious-looking cock, getting back to the task at hand. She’d kept the amulet that Ereshkigal had given her safe. It was tucked into her jeans pocket, but she couldn’t rest until she’d located the stone idol Enlil had told her was of equal importance.
Dagon must have seen her eyeballing the deep pool as she contemplated the odds that the thing she sought might have found its way into the water, but when he rolled over on his side and reached for her…
“Ouch!” Something seemed to be digging into him. “Is it bigger than a pebble?”
Holly held her breath while Dagon felt beneath his hip with a questing hand, then let out her pent-up gust as he withdrew a six-inch figurine, dangling from its tether. “This wouldn’t be it, would it?” He smirked. Holly’s face cleared while he took a good look at the item he held. His mouth curved upward. “This is the embodiment of Nergal and Ereshkigal.” He shook his head, clearly bemused and then went to stroke it.
“No!” Holly yelled. “Enlil says don’t fondle it.” She stepped forward, alarmed. “When Huxley and he first found it, they rubbed it and it let off this incredible energy. Then all hell broke loose with the gods sensing it and Erra coming after it. It has to be some pretty powerful talisman, and he wants us to be extra careful with it.”
Dagon wanted to rub it, just from the natural perversity of his constitution, but Holly didn’t move forward. She trusted he’d listen. Gods, she was such a sap. She’d always had a thing for bad boys, and Dagon was all of that, in spades.
“Right then. Let’s pop it back on you.” See? She’d guessed correctly. He rose to his feet, all six-foot four of him covered in hardened muscle, and slipped it around her neck. Holly’s lids dropped to half-mast. What was the matter with her? Dagon had easily given her three, no four orgasms before she’d dropped off to sleep, and here she was ready to go again. God help them when they were actually able to fuck. She’d never let him leave their bed.
I do believe I’ll be happy to indulge that fantasy.
Oops! Holly had forgotten that Dagon had linked his mind with hers. How much was he going to be able to hear?
Almost everything, he confirmed. Until you become a goddess, you don’t have the power to block me. Once we’ve connected, only distance between us will keep me from hearing your spoken thoughts.
“My spoken thoughts?” Holly wanted to know what that meant.
Yes, those things that you actually say to yourself in your head, as opposed to those things you just feel.
Holly looked at him smugly. “Good. Then I expect that you’ll anticipate my every need and take really good care of me.” She rolled her eyes suggestively.
He growled a lovely serpent sound, and his shoulder flashed in warning.
“Eep!” Holly cried.
He reached out with what had fast become a claw, and hooking it into the little heart shaped ring between her legs, gave it a provocative tug. Hey. If this mind-connection thing worked both ways, shouldn’t she have known he was going to do that?
“I might be thanking Nergal for this…later,” he rasped, and Holly forgot all about reciprocity. Gently leveraging her around, Dagon moved until his chest pressed up against her back. He abandoned the ring and brought his claws up to cup her breasts while wedging his erect cock between her ass cheeks. He rubbed up and down in her crack, causing a delicious friction.
He bent his mouth to her ear and sent warm breath trailing down her neck. “Have you ever been pleasured….here?” His cock brushed against her tender hole, and she shivered in his strong embrace.
“No,” she said, sliding against him, wondering how it would feel. Her suddenly damp pussy thought it might be damned good.
“Then I’ll be the firssst,” he hissed.
Holly gulped at his sudden change. She was adventurous, but she certainly wasn’t crazy. If she was going to allow him to enter…uncharted territory…for her first time, he was not going to be in serpent form with hard shell bits and deep ridges decorating his invading cock.
“Umm…not right now, okay?” she stammered. “I’m all for it and everything, but I think your beast might be a little too much for me to handle.” She reached a hand back between them and gave his poised and probing dick a squeeze.
“No lubricantsss here either.” He growled in a tone that let Holly know he understood and could control himself. “Lotsss of oil necccesssary.”
“Sorry, love.” She turned in his arms and pressed the softness of her belly into his rigid member instead. “Just something else we’ll need to explore later.”
Dagon let go of his serpent-self before reaching around with a scouting finger between her cheeks. She sensed a delicious, yet hesitant, pressure at her back entrance. “I can give you a little hint,” Dagon teased. He dropped his head to her breast and suckled her taut nipple, before moving his
other hand to her clitoris, which he flicked in a slow, mesmerizing rhythm.
She melted into her god, and when he felt the release of her tension as he made slow and deliberate circles around her back opening, he raised his head and asked, “Care to give something a try?”
Holly could barely breathe. This was, in some ways, one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced. She looked up at him, his lips still wet from laving her nipple. “Okay,” she answered in a very small voice. She couldn’t have said anything else if she’d tried. Her throat tightened, full from the sensations pulsing through her. But she trusted Dagon, and gave herself over to him.
Dagon turned Holly to face away from him, dropping light kisses on her neck, still gently fondling her breasts clearly trying to keep her relaxed. He pushed her toward a small outcropping; a table of rock that sat a little lower than waist height.
When they reached it, he grasped the back of her neck and bent her over until her nipples touched the surface of the stone and her ass pointed up at him. He moved her knees apart with his foot. She was now open for him and ready. She tensed up.
“Gods, how my cock weeps for you.” He growled. “To be able to breech you with my needy prick would be heaven, but you’re not ready for that yet.” She waited while he stared down at her. “Beautiful, my love. Such a sweet, tender spot.” Dagon wasn’t letting his serpent loose, and for that, Holly was thankful. She waited. He knelt down behind her.
“Wh…what are you doing?” Holly asked, alarmed by his movement.
“Using my tongue on you…here.” He gave a quick tap to her pink rosebud with his finger.
She jumped. “But it’s…dirty,” Holly squeaked, and he chuckled gently at her fears.
“We’ve just played and bathed in the pool for hours. You’ll taste divine.” He stuck the tip of his tongue up against her, holding her hips so she couldn’t flinch away.
“Ohh.” She groaned.
“That’s it.” Dagon took another light swipe and then drew back to croon. “This is going to feel so good. My head is filled with your scent, your flavor. My inner serpent and I need to feassst,” he hissed. “I’ve never known such heady pleasure.”
Holly stopped struggling and let herself give in to the sensations. Relax, she told herself. She trusted Dagon with her life, so why not trust him with every part of her body. She breathed in deeply and let the tension flow out.
Damn. Her ass was unlike any other erogenous zone she’d ever had explored. Sensitive nerve endings sparked everywhere; outside…oh!…inside, every place his talented tongue hit. Her pussy swelled to the point of near-pain, and Dagon must have sensed it. His fingers moved to flick and tug at her clit, adding to her sensory overload, and she couldn’t help but moan his name. Moisture pooled between her legs. “Please, Dagon. Please,” she begged, unable to do anything but pant those two words, over and over.
What? Instead of deepening the pressure she needed, his mouth left her needy flesh. She cried out for its loss and turned her head to him, prepared to beg. But before she could utter one word, he licked his thumb. Slick with his mouth lubricant, he slowly explored her back entrance. Dagon traced his thumb up and down between her cheeks. His free hand continued to work her now swollen nub until she became frenzied, spreading her legs even wider for him. She had reached the end of her resistance. Holly needed to feel him inside of her. Now. Before she reached her peak. She thrust her ass high and Dagon obliged.
He pushed his thumb past her trembling sphincter, and drove it up her virgin hole. Holly screamed in pleasure at the invasion. He filled her completely, and when he stroked an erogenous spot that she didn’t even know she had, her pussy went haywire, clenching at air, yet somehow still engaged.
Holly came instantly in great heaving spasms. Her muscles gripped and closed around his pounding thumb, and in her frenzy, moved instinctively closer, refusing to let him stop. The guttural cries that rang from her throat sounded foreign even to her own ears.
As she calmed down, Holly started breathing again and her rocking action slowed. Her body went limp. How could anyone possibly survive such pleasure?
“Are you all right, my love?”
How could you not know the answer to that? Holly was pretty damned sure that he’d been reading her mind the whole time. He’d known exactly what she’d wanted…and when. If she had been in the least bit afraid or hurt, he would have sensed it and pulled out.
I do. Dagon smirked.
His thumb slipped easily from its berth with her first bust of laughter. Arrogant bastard.
Holly tried to control the need to let out her joy, but failed. Her laughter echoed in the small cavern. She overflowed with mirth and continued with her gleeful effusions. He washed his hands in the pool and came to her with his discarded Dick Cheney’s to gently swab her pulsating derrière.
Damn, but that was good. She turned over and looked at him. You knew it was going to be like that, didn’t you?
I had a feeling, he demurred, his red light flickering out. You’re such a sensual little thing.
“Little thing, am I?” Holly spoke out loud, wanting to be sure he heard her loud and clear. She moved up against him, reality barely held back now as she sensed noises from outside their chamber. The glowies had been very patient, but were now getting restless. Her idyllic time with Dagon was fast coming to an end.
“Well I want you to know that payback’s a bitch. I may have to plan a few forays into your backdoor, but we can talk about that later.” She grinned, and loved the myriad of expressions that crossed his face as he contemplated that possibility. And Holly could be very patient.
Dagon wasn’t going to tell his little mate that in the thousands of years he’d been alive, his “backdoor”—as she had called it—had remained a virgin portal. He’d never had cause to want anyone playing with him there and didn’t know how he’d feel giving Holly free rein. For now, at least, he was off the hook. As she’d said, they had plenty of time later for exploration.
Dagon felt the change in energy outside, and with no spoken words necessary between he and Holly, they found all their clothes. They got dressed, more than ready to make the final trek toward Nergal and home.
Dagon and Holly must have played longer than they’d realized, because Lavarette greeted them instantly upon their emergence.
“I’ve seen an enclave of demons.” The glowie was clearly excited.
“How many?” questioned Dagon. He almost gave in to the impulse to chastise her for going against orders and scouting ahead, but squelched it. He was secretly proud of her newfound confidence.
“Twenty-two, and grumbling amongst themselves. They are obviously of the higher caste variety,” Lavarette stated with certainty. “They had language and weapons. But after getting close and listening in, there is good news. They have heard of our successes with the other fiends, and agitatedly discussed how to protect their essences from our destruction.”
Dagon held in his need to howl with satisfaction, until Lavarette confirmed more of what she’d seen.
“There were only two types of demons present, those that looked like camouflage and were hard to see, and the remaining ten, green with mouths all over their bodies. Both groups argued over how to fashion armor that would cover up their vulnerabilities. The camo-beasts created footwear with a thong between the first and second toe of the right foot. As for the mouth-monsters, the dripping left fang in the mouth that is most centrally located in their belly region is their vulnerability.”
Dagon couldn’t help himself, he crowed his happiness and grabbed the brave glowie to swing her around in an exuberant hug. Of course, he got the benefit of feeling extra good because of the pheromones she gave off, while she looked like she might lose the last bug she’d eaten.
Dagon was pumped. The satisfaction of knowing their enemies’ weaknesses now leveled the playing field. Success was surely only a few demons away.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Nergal smiled. The goddess
Lenore looked a little stunned at the swiftness of being whisked to his throne room, but he could almost hear her inner churnings yelling bring it on, baby, as she got herself under control and up to speed.
Turning in a half circle, she finally spied him where he sat casually on his throne, one muscled leg carelessly draped over the arm of his chair. He rubbed his chin as he watched. He’d let her start this little meeting.
“Gods, you are such a hunk.” Lenore’s eyes traveled aggressively over the length of his half-naked body. “You’d better get your queen out here to keep you safe. I’m not sure I can keep myself from going down on you.” She walked forward brazenly, reaching a hand toward his gilded loincloth. “How about just a little look-see?”
Nergal slapped her hand away. “You are my prisoner.” His voice reverberated off the cavern walls, and he blustered while getting himself under control. “You have no rights and will do as I say.”
Lenore backed up a couple of steps, which made him feel more in control, until she spoke again. “Ooh! I do love a man who takes charge.”
She waited, as if anticipating an order, batting her long eyelashes while pinning him with her potent green stare. “No commands?” she asked, and obviously relished every minute he remained tongue-tied. “No problem you big, royal hunk. I’ll help you out.”
Nergal barely kept his mouth closed as she reached to unbutton her top. Never taking her eyes from his, she undid three buttons on her dress, exposing the top of her voluptuous cleavage. He swallowed…hard.
“Is it hot in here, or is it me?” His captive smirked.
Nergal wondered at her game, and managed to raise a brow, feigning indifference. He mentally berated himself. Just because he’d been celibate for several thousand years, didn’t mean he’d lost his mojo. Two could play at this. “It’s obviously you, you little vixen, and I’m willing to bite. Unbutton that garment to your waist.”
Lenore gave him a wide smile. “So you want to play? Okay, but only if you promise to touch.” Nergal was slow to catch on, but he thought he understood. She was trying to see who was the bigger bluffer. She’d probably heard from the gods that he never played around, and attempted to push him to the edge. He sat up a little straighter. Just let her try.
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