Chapter 7
I stir as I”m lowered gently to a soft mattress. I blink my eyes open, and Mammon comes into focus.
”Did I fall asleep?” I ask drowsily.
”Yes,” Mammon replies, rubbing his thumb against my cheek before sucking it into his mouth. ”Mmm, hellfire hotcakes. My favorite.”
I wrinkle my brow. ”What are hellfire hotcakes, and why are they on my face?”
”Fluffy pancakes infused with fiery spices from the depths of the underworld, topped with a drizzle of lava syrup. And you face planted the refreshment table when you fell asleep. It”s my fault. I didn”t account for how the atmosphere of The Below would affect you. You”ll feel tired and lightheaded for a few days until you acclimate.”
”Where are we?” I ask, turning my head on the pillow.
”In our bedroom in The Below.”
”Looks like a negative of our house in The Above,” I murmur, taking in the dark woods and heavy drapes, a contrast to our bright, ultra-modern home in the mortal realm.
”Everything is the same apart from the decor,” Mammon murmurs as he straightens. ”Go back to sleep. I”ll return when it”s time for dinner.”
I snag his taloned hand as he moves away. ”How do you do it?”
Mammon pauses, fixing me with his scarlet gaze. He knows what I”m asking. ”It”s what I was created for. It”s all I”ve known.”
”Created by whom?”
”Lucifer.”
”You”re as much a prisoner as I was,” I say softly. ”Is that why you give them a chance to change their minds? To realize their mistake?”
Mammon perches on the edge of the bed next to me, placing our joined hands on his hard thigh. ”Only some of them. Those who still have a sliver of doubt about their decision. Part of my power is seeing their future when they enter my chamber. They believe they will live a long life once they”ve bartered their souls, but many do not. Their greed leads them to make bad choices before they even come to me, and it continues to do so when they have the wealth, power, and success they crave. The man you saw earlier, the one who asked for riches beyond measure? He”ll be dead within six months. Heart attack. And then Lucifer will claim his soul for eternity.”
I shake my head in disbelief. ”He traded his soul for six months?”
Mammon shrugs. ”Yes. I wonder if he would”ve chosen differently had he known.”
”And you couldn”t tell him, could you? Not directly. So that was your way of giving him one last out.” I squeeze his hand, asking the question that”s been plaguing me. ”Did you see my father”s future when he traded me to you?”
”No. Oddly, his future was a blur, as was everything about you until the day of our wedding.” Mammon frowns. ”I assumed it was Lucifer playing his usual twisted games.”
”So… you have no idea if my father will end up in Hell?”
”Oh, his soul will be forfeit at some point in the future, and I promise you will have a front-row seat at his judgment.” Mammon smirks, looking every bit the demon he is. ”But I warn you, it won”t be pretty.”
I grin. ”There”s my big, bad demon.”
I never thought I was a vindictive person, but I can”t wait for that day. Will my father consider his treachery worth it when his day in Hell arrives? I’m sure he’s already scheming ways to wriggle out of the contract.
Mammon looms over me, bringing his mouth to within an inch of mine. “I”ll always be big and bad for you, little one. I told you I would wait, but my control will only last so long. We have all of eternity to get to know each other, but something tells me it still won”t be enough for me to get my fill of you,” he says gruffly.
I understand now that he”s been patient because time has no end for him. Life has no end. Does that mean I”ll live forever, too? I”m not sure I want that, but today has given me a little more insight into my husband.
Taking a shaky breath, I hold his fiery gaze and say, “I-I don”t want you to wait, Mammon.”
Something dark and lustful gleams in his eyes before he quickly masks it as he maneuvers himself above me on the bed. “Has waking in my arms for the last few weeks made your tight little pussy throb for me, Penelope? Because having your curvy ass pressed against my cock every morning has driven me almost insane.” Balancing on one powerful arm, he slides a hand beneath me and cups my bottom, pulling my pelvis against his and grinding his erection between my thighs. ”Resisting the urge to rip those damned pajamas down your thighs and slide inside you has tested every ounce of my willpower.”
I whimper at the images his words create. ”Mammon…”
”Tell me what you want, little one. Do you want my mouth on yours? My tongue tasting your sweetness? My cock plunging deep inside you?”
I don”t get the chance to reply as his lips meet mine. I inhale sharply. I”ve recounted our first kiss many times since our wedding night, but my memories are faded snapshots compared to the reality.
I hear a sound, a soft moan, as his tongue delves into my mouth, and I realize it came from me. My hand fists his shirt, hungrily demanding he move closer. I want more, want to know everything there is to know about what happens between two consenting adults. I”m hungry for that knowledge.
“I want more,” I sigh against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want you, Mammon.”
“Ah,” he says with a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly, ”how I want you, my Penelope, but are you as ready for me as you think you are? Are you sure?”
I stare up at him, the words locked in my throat. Am I ready for this demon to claim me, body and soul? There”s only one answer.
”Yes,” I whisper.
I’m nervous, but the idea of finally fulfilling my desires is freeing. I”m done with being trapped, locked away from what I want. No more untried curiosities.
“It won’t be like being with another human,” he warns.
I smile. “I don’t have any experience with humans or demons, so it’s all new to me either way.”
A soft chuckle escapes his throat, igniting a fire in my core. His hands slide over me, gentle and slow. He’s watching me for my reaction. I shiver, wanting him to ravage me, own me, make me submit to his dark desires.
I close my eyes briefly. “I want you to do this. I need you to do this. And you’re my husband.”
The word husband causes him to growl possessively as he begins to slide my clothes off. I know he could probably use his powers, but he’s mindful that this is my first time. Would a human man have cared so much?
A chill runs through me as the air hits my body, more exposed than I”ve ever been. A tingle runs up my spine, and I open my eyes, my gaze clashing with his. I see the need he”s no longer hiding from me, and my stomach makes a crazy loop. He wants me. Desperately.
I never dreamed a man would look at me like this. It was all fantasy until now. Seeing his need empowers me.
“Can I?” I ask as I reach for his clothes.
He nods, guiding my shaking fingers over his shirt. Then to his pants. I keep eye contact with him, not wanting to look until the last moment.
Most people would expect a demon to be sculpted like Adonis, but Mammon isn”t. My husband is bulky. Burly. Heavyset. Wide shoulders, barrel chest, arms roped with muscle, and legs the size of tree trunks. He carries extra weight… and I like it. What do they call it? A dad bod, that”s right. I have my very own Dad Bod Demon, and he”s as sexy as… well… Hell.
My chest rises and falls in short gasps, my heart pounding as I take him in. Once he”s finally naked, I let my eyes dip across his thick abs and further down.
My mouth drops open as my gaze lands on his enormous cock. Not that I”ve ever seen one, but something tells me this is much larger than a human cock. I knew it felt big against my ass in the morning, but holy moly, nothing prepared me for the sight in all its mammoth beauty.
And then there are the bump-like spikes covering his turgid flesh.
I swallow hard.
His tail flicks behind him, which I”ve come to recognize as a suppressed show of emotion from my demon husband. He reaches for my hand, and I blush as he leads it to his thick cock. He groans as I grip it, experimentally sliding my hand up and down. “The spurs are a little rough but not sharp enough to hurt you. They can make you feel good if you let them.”
I lick my lips nervously and look up at him to see his gaze hooded with lust. I clear my throat, thick with nerves. ”Yes. Yes, I want to feel that.”
“Oh, you will, little one,” he tells me smoothly as he leans back on his haunches. ”But first, open your legs. Let me see what”s mine.”
Biting my lip, I do as he says, opening my legs to expose my pink center to him.
”Fucking beautiful,” he rasps, his gaze on my pussy. ”A banquet only for me.”
My heartbeat picks up even more at the prospect of him finally touching me and satisfying the desires I”ve hidden like secret sins. Sins a demon wouldn’t care about. Sins I hope my husband will revel in.
His fingers slide over me, his talons scraping my thighs sensually with an edge of pain that feels… so good. I want his thick fingers inside me, to experience all of him, but I’ll have to ask him to file those talons first.
I gasp and buck my hips as Mammon carefully parts my folds with his thumbs. He lowers his head and blows on my sensitive flesh, pulling an anguished moan of need from my throat. His tongue flicks at a spot I’ve thought about touching many times in the shower and in bed at night.
But his touch? It”s incredible.
With an animalistic growl, Mammon tosses my legs over his shoulders and leans in again, his hot breath tickling my inner thighs.
“You smell amazing,” he tells me before his deep red tongue snakes out again, and he dives in like he hasn’t eaten in days, and I’m the meal.
He kisses my pussy like he kissed my mouth, sucking, licking, biting. I writhe underneath him as inexplicable sensations cause explosions in my body and brain. I can barely think, my words and murmurs unintelligible. My body does what it wants, thrusting toward him and begging for a kind of release I”ve never experienced.
The tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, sensations building in a combination of ecstasy and pain until… it crashes down on me in a tidal wave. My thighs grip Mammon”s head, holding him to me as bliss spirals through me, and I quiver and fall apart. Oh, sweet Lord, this is what I”ve been missing? Could anything be more exquisite than this?
Mammon lifts his head, grinning at me as I catch my breath. His heated gaze has my pulsing pussy clenching on emptiness. How could I need more?
My husband licks and kisses his way up my body until he”s looming over me, a deliciously demonic masculine force to be reckoned with.
”Do you remember what I vowed to you on the night of our wedding, Penelope?”
I nod, licking my suddenly dry lips. ”You said we were inevitable, that I would be yours in every way.”
Mammon smirks. ”Time to make that vow a reality. Take a breath, little one. This may hurt a little… at first.”
His huge, spiky cock points toward his stomach, his heavy sac hanging below. A drop of liquid beads on the tip, and my mouth waters for a taste.
”Next time, little one,” Mammon says, reading the desire in my eyes. ”I”ve waited long enough to sink inside this tight cunt, to feel it swallowing me whole and milking me dry.”
My breath whooshes out at his filthy mouth and the imagery of him inside me. Of those spikes.
Mammon kneels between my thighs and grabs my hips, pulling me toward him. Spreading me wide, he lines his cock up with my slick entrance. He slides the broad tip inside, and I suddenly understand what he meant when he told me to take a breath. He”s only partially inside me, and I”m sure he”s going to tear me apart.
”Mammon?” I ask uncertainly.
”Shhh, you can take me, wife,” he rasps, his jaw locked.
He releases my hips to palm my breasts, pushing them together. His thumbs and index fingers find my nipples and pinch hard. The combination of pleasure and pain has me bucking my hips, impaling me further on his cock.
”Oh, God!” I moan, my inner walls burning at his invasion.
Mammon growls. ”What did I tell you about speaking His name, little one?”
”Mammon, you”re too big. I don”t think I can?—”
”Yes, you can,” he interrupts me, his red eyes boring into mine.
”Can”t you do your Jedi mind trick thing? So it doesn”t hurt?”
Mammon laughs darkly. ”Oh, no, my precious wife. I made a promise. I”m not breaking it now. This untouched cunt will take every inch I give you. I want to hear your screams as I break in this tight pussy and coat my cock with your virgin blood. I want you to feel everything. I want you to remember how raw and honest our first time was. You were made for me, little one, like I was made for you. You were mine before you were born. You”re mine now. And you”ll be mine for eternity.”
My eyes widen as he snarls the words, his need for me a primal, driving force. ”You want me… forever? But?—”
His lips pull back, making him look feral. ”Forever is a long time, little one. But still not long enough where you”re concerned.”
With that, his grip returns to my hips, and he buries himself inside me. My scream echoes off the walls as his girthy cock spears through tight, unused muscles.
Mammon hauls my upper body toward him, sucking my nipple into his mouth and biting down. The sting of pain distracts me from the ache between my legs, sending a zing of pleasure to join it. He does the same to the other nipple, feeding the spark of pleasure and fanning it to glowing embers.
”Mammon!” I sob as he pulls out and thrusts in again.
”Fuck, you”re so tight, Penelope. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Better than I could”ve ever imagined. Look, little one. Look at how well you”re taking me. My good girl.”
His words send heat flaring through me unexpectedly. I do as he instructs, looking down at where we”re joined. Streaks of blood coat his cock, mixed with juices from my earlier orgasm. The sight is… shit, it”s so hot.
”Fucking beautiful,” he grunts, pumping into me again and then again, his heavy balls slapping my ass. ”And all mine.”
He reaches between us, pinching my clit. I gasp as my pussy clenches around him, and sharp pleasure pools in my lower belly. The pain of his possession is now a dull discomfort as my body stretches to accommodate him. He”s right. I need this. Need this primal joining. I crave the bite of pain with my pleasure, just like I crave the darkness in my husband.
His spikes massage my inner walls with each push and pull of his hips, hitting some perfect spot inside me. The pain is now indecipherable from the pleasure as blinding heat radiates outward from my core.
I reach for him, my hands grasping desperately and pulling him in for a kiss, the movement forcing him further inside my quivering walls. Giving me what I need, he licks into my mouth, tasting every inch and tangling his tongue with mine until I’m dizzy. He breaks the kiss, and I watch as he sinks his sharp teeth into the inside of his wrist before pressing it against my mouth, coating my lips in his blood.
“You’ve shared your blood with me, and now I share mine with you. Drink,” he instructs, eyes blazing like liquid fire.
My tongue darts out tentatively, and I lap at his wrist. We both moan. Mammon’s blood coats my tongue like ambrosia, sending a jolt of electrifying pleasure coursing through my veins. The taste is unlike anything I”ve ever experienced, simultaneously rich and intoxicating, with a hint of smoky sweetness that lingers on my palate.
As I drink, a strange and powerful connection forms between us, a bond forged in blood and shared desire. Each swallow fills me with a sense of euphoria as if I”m consuming not only his blood but a piece of Mammon”s essence.
Mammon”s grip on my waist tightens, pulling me closer until there”s no space left between us. Our bodies meld together in a symphony of heat and passion, a dance of darkness and desire, with Mammon as the orchestrator of our forbidden symphony.
Mammon withdraws his wrist, his eyes smoldering with raw intensity. ”Do you feel it, Penelope?” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. ”The connection between us?”
I nod, my senses reeling from the intoxicating cocktail of pleasure and power. ”Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. ”I feel it, Mammon. I feel you.”
”Good. Now come for me again, little one,” Mammon grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pistons in and out of me.
He hits me deep, pressing against my cervix… and I come undone, screaming his name. I whimper as he pulls out, only to plunge in again. It feels so good. All I can do is beg for more as another orgasm overtakes me.
I”m vaguely aware of Mammon”s strangled grunt as he climaxes, unleashing what feels like a geyser of cum into my waiting pussy before collapsing on top of me.
”So fucking good, little one,” he rasps, pressing kisses to my nose, cheeks, and chin as our breathing slowly calms.
”Mmhmm,” I mumble, my body a puddle of goo.
Mammon chuckles, dropping another kiss on my nose before pulling out of me and striding toward the bathroom. He”s back in less than a minute with a warm washcloth, using it to clean my blood and our fluids from my swollen pussy.
”Couldn”t you just clean me up with your magic?” I mumble, wincing at the soreness between my legs.
Mammon grins. ”And where”s the fun in that? Any excuse to touch this sweet pussy. I like taking care of you.”
He snaps his fingers, and the cloth vanishes. Climbing back into bed, he tugs me against his side. I curl into him, loving his solidness and warmth.
”Sleep, my queen,” he murmurs, resting his chin on my head.
And I do.