Hell's Belle

by Eve Newton

“Why? Why do I have to trust you?”

  “Because if you don’t, you will never find what you are looking for,” I say, knowing I am risking my life for it but needing her to hear it.

  “How do you know what I’m looking for?” she asks, tilting her head, her cloud of red hair falling around her face. She is a vision.

  “In spite of what you might think, I know you, Annabelle. You’ve played the game, you’ve fucked every Demon down here, but you want more now. You need more. I can see it. I can feel it.”

  “Not every Demon,” she mutters, looking away.

  A silence falls and I think I’m about to lose her for good, when she looks back at me.

  “Did you mean what you said about the other males?”

  I blink at her. Okay, yes, I meant it, but I didn’t think she would land on that as a reason to give me a chance. “Yes.”

  She nods. “How will you curb your Incubus side?”

  “I won’t have to,” I say in exasperation. She is dragging this out and killing me here.

  “You will, we both know it, so throw an idea at me, anything. You must’ve thought about it!”

  If I tell her that I haven’t even given it a single thought, she will walk away, and I will never see her again. It makes no difference if it’s a lie or not, I have to give her something.

  “Role play,” I murmur. “Possibly having you allow me to seduce and chase, but not fuck, with you there of course. Other men…”

  Her eyes light up and I know I’ve hit the jackpot. I go with it. “If you have other men in your bed, they could provide me with a release of some kind.”

  She comes closer, licking her lips. “What kind of release?”

  Uhhh…she’s got me there. I have never, ever thought about sex with another man before. Why would I, for fuck’s sake? “A blow job?” I hear the question in my voice and curse. Her eyes go hard. I have to save this.

  “Have him suck me off until I can’t contain myself anymore. I want his tongue gliding down my length as you watch. I want to feel his teeth graze me slightly, not too hard, but not gently either.”

  She is now right next to me, her breath quickening with each word I say.

  “I want his tongue to circle my tip, taste my precum before he plunges his mouth over me in a deep throat that will make me explode in his mouth. I want to pump my cum down his throat, make him swallow every drop and then I want you to make me hard again and fuck me until I can’t breathe, can’t see straight, can’t bear a single moment without my dick inside you.”

  “Oh,” she moans and grabs me roughly by my lapels and pushes her tongue into my mouth.

  I kiss her back fervently, shoving her back and onto the old table. I grab the hem of her dress, sliding my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up.

  “Wait,” I manage to get out, hoping against hope that she gives me what I want, and I can finish this encounter and not end it by walk away.

  “What?” she murmurs, taking the zipper in her hand that is holding her dress together and sliding it down slowly, enticingly. She has the most amazing pair of tits I have ever seen on a female, but as much as I want to see them, I have to ask her what this means.

  “Do you accept me?” I ask her as seriously as I can with my hands up her dress, and a hard-on that is about to punch a hole through my pants.

  She hesitates.

  I’m about to pull away and leave her for good when she lowers the zipper even further. “Do you promise that if you ever feel the need to take another woman, you’ll talk to me about it first? Give me the chance to figure something out with you?”

  I fall headlong in love with her in that moment.

  I knew that I loved her. I have for an exceptionally long time. But those words uttered from her full red lips, swollen from our kisses, mean everything to me. She is pushing her fears aside and is going to accept what I’m offering her, and even knowing that I might slip, she is prepared to help me if I do.

  I won’t throw that back in her face by insisting that it will never happen. Even if I know that it won’t come to it, she has risked her heart to say that to me.

  “I absolutely promise you, Annabelle Pandora. If you take me into your life as your lover and your partner, I promise that I will always come to you if I need help with anything.”

  “Then I accept you,” she says, peeling the dress away to expose those perfect tits to me.

  I latch onto her nipple as I drag the zipper all the way down. I find her bare and ready for me. As much as I want to use my moves on her, it isn’t necessary, and she doesn’t want it. Her legs are open, and she is undoing my pants, ready for me to thrust straight into her.

  I do.

  I can’t help it.

  She is wet, hot and she sheathes my cock all the way to my balls as I drive all the way into her.

  She grips my shoulders and throws her head back with a wicked laugh.

  I freeze.

  Has she just played me? I hate myself for that thought the second it enters my head and even more so when I realize why she is laughing.

  I turn my head and see the three trainee Incubi leering at us from the doorway.

  “Let me show you how it’s done,” I say to them, laughing with her now.

  I pick her up and slam her against the thin wall, shaking it under the force. She wraps her legs around me and arches her back, shoving her tits out even more.

  I respect that the boldest of the three inches forward, reaching out for her, pinching her nipple and twisting it gently as I’ve instructed them to.

  “Yes!” Anna cries out as I pound into her and the other two newbies approach rapidly now, eager to get their hands on their Queen in a once in a lifetime experience. They deal with all of the playing that wasn’t necessary for me as I stick to the main event. I fuck her senseless in every position until we end up on the floor as the other three males, lick, suck, finger and kiss her until she has come so many times, I’ve lost count. It is only out of sheer will power that I hold on, knowing that she is loving every second of this ravishing.

  “Let them fuck me!” she pants, looking deep into my eyes and I lose it.

  I groan as I come inside her, letting her know that I relinquish my post as pussy-pounder and hand it over with good grace, as one of them gleefully enters her with great abandon and pumps away until he releases inside her with a loud groan of contentment.

  “Oh, boy,” I say, shaking my head at him. “That’s not going to cut it.”

  I try desperately not to laugh at the look of outrage on Anna’s face. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure the next one gets it right,” I murmur to her and she grins at me, lying back and letting us have our way with her.

  15

  Annabelle

  I adjust my dress after being ravaged by four very horny Incubi. It was positively sinful.

  “Can I see you later?” Drescal murmurs to me, giving me a soft kiss.

  I give him a puzzled look. “Of course,” I say. “Did we not just agree to be together properly?”

  “We did,” he replies with a smirk. “I’m just checking you didn’t change your mind.”

  “Why? Did you?” I ask, only slightly panicked.

  “Absolutely not,” he whispers and kisses me again, twisting his hands into my hair. He pulls back. “I’m just not sure how this will work?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, are we dating? Will I see you every night? Stay over?”

  He sounds so unsure of himself, it’s sweet. “I will have a room prepared for you in the residence,” I say, making the decision to go as far in as I dare right now. “We will spend time together, maybe not overnight every night for now.”

  “Sold,” he chuckles. “I will finish up here and then I have some things to sort out. I will see you later.”

  I nod, squeezing his hand.

  “You don’t need to say it, Anna,” he says. “I love you, but I don’t expect you to feel the same right now.”

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sp; I give him a soft smile. “I do care about you, Dres. I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t, but you’ll have to give me time for the rest. I have never…”

  “I know,” he interrupts me. “It’s okay. I’ll wait, but I won’t stop saying it to you. I want you to know every day how I feel about you.”

  I nod, lowering my eyes. “I’ll see you later then.”

  I draw back and head out of the little room. I flame out to Inbound, feeling light and I can’t keep the smile off my face. I can’t believe that this has happened. I can’t believe that he is giving up everything for me. It gives me a thrill on a level that I have never experienced before. I decide to ensure that every day will be exciting with him so that he never has to feel like he made a mistake giving up being an Incubus for me.

  “Hey, Roberta,” I say as the massive Demon looms into view.

  “Your Majesty. I was expecting you yesterday as well.”

  The slight reproach rubs me up the wrong way. I make the rules down here. “I will visit when I see fit,” I inform her loftily.

  “Of course, Your Majesty,” she murmurs, bowing her head.

  “Now, what have you made me?”

  Roberta hands me two files. Clearly marked with yesterday’s date and todays. “We had an average day yesterday, but today we have found someone special.” Her eyes gleam with excitement.

  “Oh?” I ask, full of interest. Roberta doesn’t call just any old fucker “special”. You have to have some serious oomph about you to acquire that label.

  She nods emphatically, her several chins jiggling with the movement. “A brand-new Incubus. Drescal will have to up his game with this male following in his footsteps.”

  I bite the inside of my lip. It’s not up to me to tell her that he is quitting.

  “Do you know he hasn’t brought in a single soul in a month? A month!” she goes on.

  I raise my eyebrow. At least I know now he was telling the truth about that and I didn’t even have to ask about it. It absolves me of any responsibility for coming across this information.

  “You don’t say?” I mutter. “So, this new guy?”

  “Oh, yes! He is remarkable.” She leans forward. “Between you and me, he used to be a bit of a playboy, so it was expected where he would end up, but he has that glow that I know is the marker for excellence.”

  “Okay, great,” I say and then take a seat at her desk. “I’ll just go through these, see who’s coming through.”

  She nods briskly now that gossip time is over.

  I don’t really concentrate on any of it. All I can think about is Drescal and how it feels to have made a decision about being with him properly. I can’t help but think about Elijah as well and Aleister also wanders into my thoughts, which take a rather sexy turn. He is exactly the type of male that I crave. He is huge and powerful but will submit to me without a second thought. He knows his place. Drescal will let me take control, but he doesn’t let me forget that he is an Alpha male. He’ll let me push him around but then he wants a chance to do the same. It’s fine. I don’t mind him taking over, I don’t want to do all of the work all of the time. It has its place. Elijah, though? I don’t think I will get him on his knees again in my lifetime. I find it irritating, kind of sexy in that major Alpha way, but still irritating…now, Aleister…mmm. He is a male that I find absolutely nothing annoying about. He has done everything right so far. Okay, so we’ve only had one encounter, he still has time to fuck up somehow, but I don’t get that feeling from him. He could’ve ignored the situation, but he came to me, hat in hand and left the punishment up to me. He has respect for both the title and me. I know that I care about Drescal. We have been screwing around for a while and I like him. But I think I may have fallen just a tiny bit in love with the Gargoyle Master.

  “Your Majesty?”

  “Hmm?” I look up from the file and realize that I’d been staring at the same page for a while.

  “Is everything okay with that one?” she asks worriedly.

  “Yes, of course,” I mutter, embarrassed to be caught daydreaming over a bunch of males like a lovesick teenager. I slam the file closed. “All in order. I will be back tomorrow. Keep me informed on our upcoming star.”

  “Of course,” she says.

  I stand up and after issuing my imprisonment order, which she doesn’t bat an eye at, I flame out. I have two places that I need to go. One is back to Elijah’s. I’m pretty sure he has been keeping something from me, and then back to Gregory’s.

  I stifle my yawn as I land back in my bedroom. I’m tired after a sleepless night but I daren’t go back to sleep. I simply cannot end up in a position of weakness again. I strip off my dress and shiver slightly as an unnatural coldness passes over me.

  I grimace and yank out a short black denim skirt and white shirt that I don’t button all the way up.

  I admire myself for a moment and then wonder what I’m doing. Am I expecting to go down to the kennels and get smashed through a desk again?

  “Belle?” Shax asks as he pushes the door open. “Can we talk?”

  “Sure,” I reply, shutting the closet door and leaning against it. “What’s up?”

  “I’ll cut to the chase,” he says unnecessarily. He always does anyway. “Have you lost your powers? Or are you now into some fucked-up sex game where you pretend you have?”

  I raise my eyebrow. “Neither,” I respond carefully. “Why?”

  He sighs with relief, which surprises me somewhat. “Razor was being a dick before. I overheard his idiot sidekick saying that you had no powers and then they went on to imply that…stuff happened.”

  “Stuff?” I mock him.

  He gives me a death stare. “So you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine,” I lie. I’m not telling Shax about the Night Mare fucking with me. He’d only worry and fuss.

  “Belle…”

  “Look, I’m not going to regale you with tales of how I spend my nights. Just drop it. I’m fine, powers are working as normal, see?” I hold out my hand and a fireball appears on my palm.

  He gives me a worried look, but he nods anyway. “Fine. Just watch your back. Razor isn’t to be trusted.”

  “Are any of them?”

  “No, not a single one so don’t be swayed by any of them,” he says fiercely.

  I bite my lip. “Uhm, there is something you should know though, while you’re here.”

  He folds his arms across his chest as if bracing himself. He knows me too well.

  “Drescal has retired and I’ve decided to make a go of it. You know, in the couple's sense.”

  Silence.

  “Drescal?” he spits out. “May I inquire, why him?” he adds in a slightly less aggressive tone. I’ve never heard his tone quite so sharp before.

  “Yes,” I say, smoothing down my hair. “He loves me, and I like him. I want more, Shax. You know that I’ve been getting bored and unfulfilled.”

  “How sure are you that he hasn’t just said those words to fool you?”

  “Fool me into what?” I ask.

  He rolls his eyes at me. “Eventually into trying to take your throne from you.”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. “He wouldn’t do that. He has no desire to challenge me. Why can’t you just be happy that I’m growing as a person and realizing that I want more from my relationships?”

  “If I felt he was worthy of you, then I would,” he says.

  How can I stay mad at him after that?

  I smile beatifically and blow him a kiss. “I told him I’d make a go of it and I meant it. He’s moving into a room here, so get used to seeing him around, and don’t screw this up for me.”

  “I’ll stay out of his way, as long as he knows I’m going to be watching him,” he says before he leaves me to contemplate that.

  “Fabulous,” I mutter.

  I change my mind about where I’m going, and head down to see Gregory instead. There is something about his change of attitude towards me this morning
that has made me want to see him instead of it being a chore. It has me intrigued and I know that I definitely have to get my hands on those books of his so that I can see what he really thinks about me.

  I knock and push the door open to find him in a rather compromising, yet quite interesting, position.

  16

  Gregory

  I hear the door open and look towards it quickly. My heart thumps and my blood freezes. The very woman that I’d been thinking about when this Demon dropped to her knees, is now staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

  Annabelle slams the door shut and walks forward. “Am I interrupting?” she asks calmly.

  “No,” I croak and shove the Demon who’d been about to give me a blow job away. I do my pants up with shaking hands.

  I see Annabelle take in the Demon’s looks and I cringe.

  “Got a thing for redheads?” she asks archly.

  I don’t say anything. If I tell her that I was thinking about her it will sound crass and she will dismiss it and me and probably send me back to Earth. While I wanted that in the beginning, getting to know this fierce, beautiful Demon Queen has changed all that. I want to stay here. With her.

  I watch as the Demon gets to her feet and starts to walk quickly to the door knowing that trouble is brewing.

  In a flash, Annabelle reaches out and catches the Demon around her upper arm in an iron grip that makes her yelp.

  She keeps those mesmerizing green eyes on me, a faint smile playing on her lips as she squeezes even harder and then her hand sets on fire. The Demon shrieks in pain, writhing to get away, but then she is gone, burned to ash before I can take my next breath.

  “I can explain,” I say hastily, putting my hands up before she does the same to me. “It’s not what it looked like.”

  “No?” she asks. “Looked to me like you were getting a blow job from a trashy red-haired Stalker Demon.”

  “She came to me for help. She wanted to talk. I know I’m here for you, but I didn’t want to turn her away. She was on her knees with my pants down before I knew what she was doing. You arrived before anything happened. But I didn’t push her away quick enough. I’m sorry,” I ramble.