Chapter 57
“My demon is you.”
—HAILEY LEITHAUSER, SHADOWS
S hem and Ram stripped me down and sat me in the shower. They both got in with me, and Shem washed my hair while Ramel gently lathered my entire body. To my surprise, neither of them tried to make it anything more than a shower, though they both paused from time to time to kiss me and tell me how happy they were that I was safe.
When they were satisfied that I was clean, they bundled me up in fluffy towels and carried me to bed. They were lying down on either side of me just as Art came in with a tray full of food.
Ramel grinned at him. “Leave it on the bed, Art. Thanks, man.” Once Art had left, Ramel tugged the tray toward us and started listing options.
“Looks like we have a few cheeseburgers, a cup of chili, a dirty-looking burrito, and chicken fingers. What do you feel like?”
“I want the burrito,” Shem said immediately, and Ramel shot him a look.
“You pick last, I was asking Lilith.”
I laughed. “It’s okay, Shem can have the burrito. I’ll have the chicken tenders.”
“Thanks, Lil.” Shem grinned, planting a kiss on my cheek and making me giggle.
Why couldn’t they be like this all the time ?
Once we all had our food and I was happily munching on my chicken tenders, Shem started strong with an apology.
“First of all, I’m sorry, and I know Ramel is too. You have to understand I couldn’t say shit about our past, and Yahweh erased Ramel’s memories and intentionally set him up to feel threatened by you. He told Ramel that he was Death and the ruler of Hell, and after a thousand years suddenly said ‘nope, actually this new mortal is taking your place, hope you’re cool with that.’”
Ramel’s eyes darkened. “I was not cool with that. I hated you on sight, and that was exactly what Yahweh wanted. He wanted me to torment you as punishment for defying Him over four-and-a-half millennia ago.”
Together, they told me the story of how I was Lilith, the original ruler of Hell. They explained how I had changed them both from angels to demons and more or less built Hell together with them. It all sounded much too fantastical to be true, but I kept my mouth shut and just let them talk. I had asked for answers, and they were finally trying to give them to me.
“So, we were in love?” I whispered, and they both exchanged a glance.
“We are in love,” Ramel said, taking my dirty dish off my lap and clanking it on the tray. He leaned into me and kissed the corner of my mouth softly. “I still love you. I always will. I just didn’t know because that asshole wiped my memories clean. Though even then… even when I hated you, there was something there. I was obsessed with you, Lilith. I didn’t need to stalk you as thoroughly as I did. I could have let you die the first time you tried to kill yourself and told Yahweh you were a failure and not fit to rule Hell. I never understood why I did that. I told myself it was because I wanted you to suffer, but I didn’t. I just wanted you.”
“I love you too, Lil.” Shem grinned at me, throwing his hands behind his head and leaning back into the pillows. “Couldn’t you tell?”
I snorted.
“No. Ramel I understand being a dick to me, but your actions are inexcusable. If all this is true, why wouldn’t you try to be nicer about everything? You didn’t have to fucking torture me that first night. You didn’t have to make me crawl down the aisle at my wedding. You didn’t have to put a fucking leash on me!” I snapped, suddenly angry all over again about all the shit he had done to me since I had been forced to come to Hell.
“Why would you do all that to someone you love?” I asked, feeling sad and confused. I wanted to trust and believe them, but they had betrayed me so many times. Especially Shem.
“Well, for one, I’m a demon, it’s kind of my brand to be a fucking asshole.” He smirked at me but reached out to stroke my cheek.
“As far as torturing you that first night with the vibrator, well, I was honestly pretty impressed with myself for not fucking you sooner. There were so many nights that I lay at the foot of your bed as your cat, listening to you finger yourself, and all I could think about was how you deserved better. You deserved to be screaming in ecstasy between Ram and me, instead of those pathetic little moans you used to let out using your own hand.”
I felt my entire face flush with embarrassment. I had no idea Shem had been the one at the foot of my bed. If I had, I certainly wouldn’t have masturbated with him there. The realization was horrifying. I tried to pull my head away, but he tightened his grip on my cheek and held me in place.
“You have no idea, Lilith, how hard it’s been. Spending time around you without being able to fuck you has been excruciating.”
I scowled at him. “I don’t know why you bothered waiting. Clearly, I wouldn’t have been able to stop you if you had wanted to fuck me sooner.”
Predictably, Shem didn’t look ashamed or chastised at all. He just chuckled.
“You’re Ram’s. I can’t fuck you without him. I needed him to make a move first. In my defense, I told him to talk to you instead of just chaining you to the bed that first night. But you tried to run, and he was pissed. There was no talking him out of it. So when he told me to tie you up and get you ready for him, there was no fucking way I was saying no to that.
“I’d been waiting to make your sweet little pussy weep for me for fucking years. That’s how we always used to fuck. I get you wet, then Ramel fucks you, and I watch. Sometimes you would suck my dick for me too, which we’re going to need to get back to doing soon. I miss this pretty mouth,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over my lips.
“You’re fucked up Shem! ” I screeched, jerking away from him. He snatched my chin up and held me in place, switching back to his asshole persona in the blink of an eye.
“You keep saying that like it’s an insult, Lil, but all it does is get me hard.”
“Stop getting him all worked up, deathtrap, or you’re going to end up with a cock in your mouth,” Ramel chuckled behind me.
“This is what I mean. You say you love me, then say shit like that,” I snapped, and Ramel shrugged, tugging on my collar.
“You’re mine, Lilith, to do with as I please. I love you, yes, but I also love tormenting you, and I love it when you cry.” He gave me an evil smile. “Besides, if we had been gentlemen about the whole thing, do you really think you would have abandoned your sad-ass little life to come to Hell with us and be my bride? It certainly would have taken longer to convince you to come willingly, and we didn’t have that kind of time. The leash, the collar, and the corrective training were all necessary to get you to where you needed to be in time for the meeting today,” Ramel said matter-of-factly, and I felt my blood boil.
“You’re a fucking psychopath if you think leashing me like a dog is okay under any circumstance. You can’t just force people to do things you want them to do because it would be inconvenient for you if they said no. You’re even worse than Shem !” I snapped at Ramel, but he just pulled me back against his chest and kissed the top of my head.
“Actually, out of the three of us, I’m probably the least kinky,” he murmured, sounding thoughtful.
“Yeah, okay. You’re absolutely deranged. You fucked me in a church in front of like seventy demons at a forced wedding.”
Shem was grinning at me manically. “Actually, Ram’s right. As fucked up as you think that was, that ritual was our brainchild , sweetheart.”
“What! No it wasn’t.”
“Mhmm, yes it was,” Ramel said from behind me. He slid his hand under my towel and began tracing featherlight circles on my stomach. I considered swatting him away but decided against it. It felt nice.
“I got the idea to take the concept of marriage and bring it to Hell so demons could bond. It was your idea to base the whole thing in sex magic. It was brilliant, of course. The bond and the protection you get from so many witnesses is so much stronger if the agreement is sealed with sex instead of a kiss. It’s been really useful,” Shem said.
“Fuck off, no way,” I said, not believing him.
“It’s true,” Ramel said. “Also, out of all of us, I’m the only one that’s monogamous.”
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “You are?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Mhmm. I only have eyes for you, deathtrap. Shem, on the other hand…”
Shem chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll fuck anything that walks. I would fuck Ramel if he would let me.”
Ramel barked out a laugh. “I didn’t realize you wanted to fuck me, baby; all you had to do was ask,” he said with a wink, and Shem cracked up.
“You wouldn’t be able to handle me, sweetheart.”
I looked back and forth between the two of them, feeling thoroughly confused.
“I’m not monogamous?” I asked, feeling weird asking these two demons such personal questions about myself.
“Well, you’re in bed with the both of us right now, aren’t you? The only reason you don’t sleep with anyone outside of the two of us is because it makes Ram uncomfortable, and you’re a lot nicer than we are.” Shem grinned.
I flipped onto my back and let out a little moan.
“This is a lot to take in.”
“You’ve taken bigger loads, deathtrap,” Ramel joked, laying down on his side next to me and tracing his fingers up my arm. I swatted at him, but Shem snatched up my hand and lay down on the other side of me, pressing against my side.
“So what do we do now?” I asked finally. “I’m mortal, and Yahweh is apparently out to get me. Am I just going to live here and be your prisoner until I die?” I asked quietly .
As much as this was nice, and I felt like we had turned some sort of corner, I didn’t really want to spend the rest of my short mortal life chained to this bed as a glorified sex slave to these two.
“We don’t want you to be our prisoner, Lilith. We just want things to go back to the way they were,” Ramel said softly.
“How is that even possible? I’m mortal,” I said as Shem pressed closer and kissed me softly under my jaw.
“For now. On Samhain, your mortal body turns twenty-two. That was when you were meant to take Hell over from Ramel. We’re fairly certain you will shed your mortality and return to your true form. We think Yahweh planned to wipe your memories like He did to Ramel, but if we can keep you out of His hands until then, you should be safe.
“You will remember everything and be in love with us again, and we can go back to being a happy little demon family,” Shem said, kissing me softly, this time a little further down my neck. Ramel trailed his hand up my stomach and cupped my breast on the other side, rolling my nipple between his fingers firmly enough that it drew a small sound from my lips. I felt my core tighten and heat pooled between my thighs.
“So what? We’re just going to wait for Samhain and hope everything goes back to normal?” I asked, trying to keep myself from reacting too much to Ramel’s insistent fingers and Shem’s wandering lips.
“More or less,” Ramel murmured, pulling my earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it. I gasped and arched, my skin erupting into gooseflesh in response to his hot breath in my ear. Shem took my reaction as an invitation to unwrap my towel and slide his hand lower to graze my clit. I gasped at the contact and jerked beneath his touch.
“I always forget how fucking responsive she is,” he murmured to Ramel, his lips brushing against the side of my neck with each syllable.
“Guys, I thought we were talking? — ”
“Spread your legs, Lilith,” Ramel murmured into my ear, “we’re done talking now.”
“Ramel,”
He tweaked my nipple sharply and bit down on my neck in warning before whispering in my ear.
“Unless you want the chains back on, you’ll do as you’re told. Spread your legs for Hazai,” he ordered, and I just blinked at him. Would I ever get used to this fucking game of Jekyll and Hyde?
I jumped as Shem slapped my bare pussy, sending a zip of pleasure directly through my core.
“Now, Lilith,” he ordered, his tone dark. Ramel wrapped a hand around my thigh and guided my leg open while Shem did the same with the other .
“Good. Now, as a reward for being so brave tonight, we’re going to make this pretty little pussy come,” Ramel whispered against the corner of my mouth. Shem slid his fingers into me while Ramel began to circle my clit gently.
Shem chucked in my ear as he began to thrust in and out of me. “You’re already so fucking wet, sweetheart. I don’t know why you always try to pretend like you don’t want it.”
I whimpered against them as they stroked me, each of them leaving kisses up and down their respective sides of my neck.
“You might as well enjoy it while you can, deathtrap, because as happy as I am with you for staying, you also still tried to leave.”
“Twice,” Shem hissed, biting on my neck so hard I cried out.
“If you think we forgot about your punishment, you haven’t been paying attention,” Ramel growled. He switched with Shem, plunging his fingers deep inside me while Shem pulled his wet fingers up and over my clit, the new sensation making my whole body burn. I moaned as Ramel curled his fingers deep inside me.
“So enjoy this, deathtrap. Because we’ve got two more weeks until Samhain, and you never know when the mood might strike.”
I bit my lip as they worked me, each of them watching my face intently.
“Show me how much your little pussy likes getting used, deathtrap.”
As if on cue, my breath hitched, and I began to pant.
“There she goes,” Shem murmured as the burning sensation began to build. They both smirked down at me, watching me carefully as my body began to contract with pleasure.
“That’s it, Lilith. Come all over our fingers,” Ramel murmured just before kissing me. The wave of pleasure hit its crest, and I screamed. Shem pulled my nipple into his mouth and pulsed it between his teeth while they both stroked me through it.
“Good girl, deathtrap,” Ramel praised me, kissing me softly on the side of my mouth. “Such a good fucking girl.”