Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Bane
My little human follows behind me as we step through the portal. His corpse lays across my shoulder, wet and smelling of urine.
If I wasn’t so pleased with the fact that he’s officially mine, I might show a bit of sympathy. What a way to go.
I did try to help. If it wasn’t for the universe fighting me so damn hard, I’d have been able to offer him a more dignified death.
We step out of the black and into the room Lucifer has so graciously given us to stay in for the time being.
“Where are we?” My little human asks, looking around the room as the portal disappears.
“We’re in Hell.” I turn to face him. “In Lucifer’s castle to be more precise.”
Onyx’s brows jump, fear shimmering in his eyes. “Lucifer. As in the king of Hell?”
“That very one.” I give him a stiff nod.
“We’re in the Devil’s house.” he whispers to himself, starting to pace. “Why?” he asks. “Why Hell? I was a good person. Sure I wasn’t perfect. But I wasn’t evil. I shouldn’t be in Hell.”
“And where else would you be?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.
“Heaven?” he says. “I don’t know. But I know I don’t deserve to be here.”
Oh. Ohhh. My little human thinks he’s in Hell because he died. How hard did he hit his head?
“You do remember you made a deal with me, correct?”
“Yes.” he hisses out. “Trust me, I didn’t forget.”
“Then you should know I own your soul. Meaning I can do with it whatever I please. You are not in Hell because you died and deserved to be here. You’re in Hell because I brought you here. This is where I live.”
He blinks at me a few times, something not clicking inside that head of his. “So what, I just live in Hell now?” he asks.
“Correct.” I nod.
“With you?”
“Yes.” I nod again.
“In the Devil's home.”
“For now. Until I get us a place of our own.”
“Our own place?” he blinks at me slowly. “Me and you.”
Rolling my eyes, I sigh heavily, not having the patience to wait until his human mind processes what's happening.
“Let me put it all out there for you. You’re dead.
Your soul is mine. You are mine. Mine to fuck, to care for, to protect.
My mate. Mine.” The growl that rumbles in my chest has him visibly shuttering.
“You will live with me. Warm my bed and my cock.” A slow grin curves on my lips.
“Did you think by selling your soul to me, I’d just toss it away?
No.” I step forward, reaching for his chin and frowning when my hand falls through it. “It would be a waste, My Little Human.”
“Hold up. Mate? What the fuck are you going on about? This isn’t some fantasy book, Bane. This is real life.”
“Yes.” I agree, stepping over to the bed. “It is real life.” I lay his body down.
“Nothing about this seems real.” He argues, stepping up next to me. He looks at his body and curses. “I’m fucking dead, in pissed soaked clothes, dick out on this bed!” He waves his hand towards his body.
“Mmhm.” I hum. “For a flaccid cock, it’s still quite impressive.”
“Stop looking at my dick!”
“For a man who let me rail him over a grave stone, you have no room to act all modest.” I chuckle. “Trust me Little Human, I’m going to become very well acquainted with your cock.”
“No the fuck you’re not.” he crosses his arms, giving me an adorable glare.
“If you were inside your body right now, I’d be able to smell the arousal coming off you in waves.” I grin, then frown. “Unfortunately, all I can smell is urine."
His cheeks go bright red. “You’re acting like I had a choice in what I smell like.” he argues. “I didn’t ask to slip and fall in my own piss.”
“That may be so, but it doesn’t change the facts. Lay down on your body.” I order.
“What?” he splutters. “Why?”
“Because.” I growl. “I need to reattach your soul to your body. Then you need to go take a damn shower.”
Onyx looks like he wants to muder me, fury and embarrassment in his eyes as he mutters to himself about the stupid grim reaper and stupid deals. “I should have just let the cancer kill me.”
“Enough of your pity party.” I push him backwards.
He shouts, falling backwards. As soon as his soul connects with his body, he jolts up into a seated position with a gasp.
“What was that?” he asks, blinking at me with wide eyes.
“You really are a slow one.” I roll my eyes. “You are now in solid form again.”
“So, I’m back?” he grins, patting up his body, wincing when he touches his wet clothes. He brings his hand to his nose and sniffs before gagging. “Dear god.”
“Tell me about it.” I mutter. “You really should go shower. This is no way to start our forever together.”
“You’re rude, you know that?” he huffs out. “Have a little human decency, why don’t you?”
“Seeing how I’m not a human, it doesn’t apply to me.” I point towards a door. “Bathroom is through there.”
“Just my luck to be dragged to Hell by an asshole.” he huffs, getting to his feet and walking over to the door.
“Ungrateful human.” I growl, grabbing the blanket on top of the bed and yanking it off. Storming over to the door, I open it and toss it out into the hall for someone else to deal with.
I’m going to have to remember to burn his clothes too.
The sound of the shower starts. I give him a few minutes to clean up before I make my way into the bathroom.
Just as I’m opening the door, the sounds of a lusty moan meets my ears, making me pause.
The scent of his arousal packs a punch, hitting me right in the dick. I go solid as a rock, a low rumbling growl leaving my lips.
Stepping in further, I find him standing under the shower spray, hand on the wall, head lowered, eyes closed. My eyes drop to where his hand is wrapped around his cock.
His muscles are pulled tight, chest heaving as he pleasures himself.
What has got my little human all worked up? Is it me? I bet it’s me.
I watch him, my hunger for him growing with each passing second. Undoing my pants, I let my cock fall free. I wrap my hand around my thick, heavy girth, giving it a few strokes, making me moan.
Onyx’s eyes snap open, head starting my way. His eyes widen, surprised to see me, aware that he’s been caught, his hand slowing. But when his eyes drop to where I’m stroking myself under my clothes, his pupils dilate, arousal mixing with the steam.
My nostrils flare, balls throbbing with the need for release.
“Keep going.” I command.
He shudders, a soft whimper leaving his lips. Seeming to be unable to deny me, he starts to move his hand again.
I’m torn between watching the needy look on his face and watching his hand work over that glorious cock.
Tightening my grip, I work myself faster, chest heaving, something feral breaking free.
Onyx matches my pace, his hand working over his cock, body trembling, fingers curling against the wall.
My shadows slip free, flowing from my body and over to him.
He gasps as my shadows take control. They spin him around and pin both hands to the wall. His panicked eyes drop to his bobbing cock, lips parting when he sees another wrap around his shaft.
The moans that echo through the room are fucking music to my ears.
He lets his head fall back, succumbing to my touch as my shadows work him over, stroking his cock, squeezing his balls.
His lips wide open, eyes rolling back as another shadow slithers its way between his legs, thrusting deep inside his needy little hole.
My power consumes his body, just as his very being consumes me. I should be worried about how much this human affects me. But I can’t seem to care.
He’s mine. I’m obsessed already. Why fight the inevitable?
He’s a work of art. His tattooed skin looks so good next to my shadows, entwined into a perfect masterpiece .
His chest heaves as he struggles to breathe, overcome with ecstasy, out of control with the sensations coursing through him.
My grip on my cock tightens as my pace slows. Long, hard strokes as I put more of my focus on my mate, making him feel good.
I want to ask him how he feels, how much he likes my shadows inside him, hitting his sweet spot so good that it makes him mewl like a hungry little kitten.
But we haven’t said a word yet, locked in our own little bubble of bliss. Who am I to shatter this illusion?
His whimpers and whines grow, his sobs becoming louder.
He’s shaking, thrashing, he’s ready to cum.
Stepping into the shower, my chest heaves with need. My body burns, my orgasm just out of reach.
I know the moment Onyx is about to cum. His lips part on a silent scream. Then his back arches off the wall as he sobs out his release.
I’m torn between his face, a beautiful creation, him lost in pure rapture and his pretty cock pulsing, ribbons of white hot cum spilling onto the tile floor.
I let my own release take hold of my body. Eyes lidded, I let out a low savage growl as I empty myself right alongside him.
Thick ropes of cum spill out and coat the shower floor, mixing with the mess of his release.
When Onyx has spilled every last drop of cum, his body slumps.
Calling my shadows back, Onyx’s body drops, his limbs too weak to hold him up.
I dart forward, catching him before he hits the ground, pulling him to my chest.
His heaves against mine, body shaking.
He leans his head against me, using me as support for a moment. Having him in my arms feels so fucking good. I need more. I want more. I crave more.
But I won’t take it. Not right now. He still has a lot to process. I don’t want to overwhelm him with too much, too fast. I don’t want him to hate me.
He might not have a choice in being here, but the idea of my mate making me out to be his villain, doesn’t sit right.
I am the villain in a lot of peoples' stories, but I refuse to be his.
He tilts his head back, staring up at me with big ocean eyes, euphoria burning bright.
The pulse point on his neck throbs and my mouth waters with the need to taste his sweet blood, to hear those sweet cries as my cock is buried inside him.
Once he realizes what just happened, he takes a step back, licking his lips.
His eyes drop to my cock, my cloak open enough to relieve my still hard cock and a sweet whimper leaves his lips. “How the hell is it so big?”
A chuckle shakes me. “What can I say? I’m a big man. Do you like what you see, Little Human?”
His eyes snap up to mine. He licks his lips and shakes his head.
“N-no.” he stammers, cheeks turning bright pink.
“You don’t need to lie to me, Little Human. I can smell just how much you enjoyed every single thing that just happened. It’s okay to want me.” I rumble. “I sure as hell want you.”
He shakes his head. “Get out.” He wants to be mad, but I can smell just how much he liked our little game just now.
But, I don’t want to piss him off. At least, not right now. So I take a step back and tuck my cock back inside my pants.
When he deems me far enough to his liking, he steps forward, attempting to get out and reach for the towel, but he slips on the puddle of cum and falls backwards.
He goes down with a grunt, hitting his back against the floor.
I’m unable to keep my laughter in, stepping back into the stall and loom over him. “I honestly have no idea how you managed to live this long.” I grin down at him.
He’s pissed, nostrils flaring as he glares at me. I bet he wants to kill me right now. Why does the thought make me hard?
“First drowning in your own piss, now slipping in a puddle of cum.” I shake my head. “It’s a good thing you’re my mate, or I might be a little turned off by now.”
“Get. Out.” he growls through gritted teeth.
“Angry like a little kitten.” I chuckle. “You really are adorable. I can’t wait to ruin you.”
Leaving Onyx laying in our combined releases, the water beating down on him, hopefully washing away his shame, I leave him be.
I’ve been around for thousands of years, and this is the most fun I’ve had so far. This is going to be fun. Real fun.