Chapter 35
Lionel
I woke up to the realization that sometime during the previous night, a zombie had come in my mouth.
While that had happened, some many-legged insect had laid its eggs in my ear.
The eggs had hatched, and tiny baby insects had burrowed into my brain, which they had then tenderized with all their many legs so they could gnaw on it.
On top of that, someone had marinated my eyeballs in vinegar.
“Aaah,” I said, meaning help me, turn off the light, please have mercy, and, sweet death, take me now.
Oh, champagne, you cruel mistress. I wasn’t hungover enough to miss the small fact that I was wrapped in sheets with a ridiculously high thread count and soft pillows under my head though, right in the center of Lucifer’s bed.
While it was too bright in the room for me, given the state I was in, I noticed that someone had made sure the drapes were drawn, bathing the room in a dark amber glow. I forced my head to turn. A tall glass of water sat on the nightstand within easy reach.
Things would’ve been a lot better if I’d forgotten everything that had happened last night, but sadly, I remembered it all, even the return of the Jade Dragon Fins. I contemplated all of it as I tried to adjust to the pain.
The only blessing in this hangover hell was that I was alone. I had to get out of bed. I had to leave.
After summoning all my focus, I managed to move into an upright position.
Taking a shallow breath so as not to upset my stomach, I reached for the glass and drank it down.
It was water, but there was something else in it.
Maybe ginger again, not that my tastebuds were in working order.
Whatever it was, water had never tasted better.
The bathroom was the next logical destination, and I managed to get there without incident, even if it took me a couple of minutes of gingerly setting one foot in front of the other.
Once I was done with my business, I dared a look at myself in the mirror, and fuck, that was not pretty. I’d reanimated dead gutter rats that had looked better.
A plastic-wrapped toothbrush had been laid out by the sink.
I picked it up, thought about contemplating the deeper meaning behind it, then decided it was just a toothbrush, and I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth or live with the state of my mouth any longer.
I tore off the wrapper, put too much toothpaste on the soft bristles, and worked away at the taste of zombie cum.
I brushed twice. It helped some. After I washed my face, I had to confront the fact that that scrawny-ass necromancer staring back at me from the mirror was the best I was going to get today, and it would do to get me out of this house and far, far away from the Devil, his angel, and the Dragon Mother.
“Operation Amnesia two-point-oh,” I told my mirror image. I blinked at myself. “Unless…”
I recalled that strange thought I’d had last night. While…in bed. With the Devil. To get him out of my system, I just have to…
Yes, I had to go through Lucifer, through that silly spell of attraction he’d put on me.
And it had to be a spell, because he really wasn’t all that hot.
How else was I getting hard around him while drunk?
There was no other explanation but magic for that.
Especially considering his little boyfriend spiel, which was annoying, and I was mad about it.
Fucking my way through was the new plan then. Not a particularly good one, I had to admit, but a plan all the same.
“It’s past noon. I was beginning to think I’d have to kiss you awake, Sleeping Nelly.”
I turned, and Lucifer stood there, the amber light like a cloak around him, shining and shimmering on his baby cat hair and giving it a powder-soft halo. He radiated cockiness like a corpse flower radiates eau du cadaver. I grabbed the sink to help steady myself in my hungover state.
“I don’t need you to kiss me.” My voice had no bite to it, and I hated that.
But I had a plan, and I needed the plan to work.
“So what now? Are you going to fuck me or what?” I looked away from him at the sink, searching for any spots or imperfections.
There were none. Metatron did a great job keeping house.
“Say that again, Nelly.” Lucifer had once more walked right up to me—snuck up to me—and now stood so close I could feel his body heat.
I shrugged. “You can just go ahead.” Of course my cock gave a thumbs-up right then and there. The small betrayals of the body.
Lucifer’s hands came up, and he grabbed me by the hips. “Ah, what I wouldn’t give to know what’s in that pretty head of yours, Nelly.”
He bent forward, and fuck him, but he was licking my neck, and before I knew what I was doing, I moaned at the contact.
His left hand slithered upward, reaching for a nipple, and in an attempt to get away from his fingers, I pushed myself away from the sink counter, which only served to push me up against his chest. The smell of him was everywhere.
Fire. The promise of darkness, rich with spices.
His hand found my nipple. The touch reverberated downward through my body, and I felt precum leak from my tip as I squirmed.
Lucifer pulled his mouth back from my neck and wrapped me in his arms. “I know exactly what I’ll do with you, Nelly.” He dragged me along with him back to the bed.
Okay, so this was happening. The Devil was going to fuck me.
I was potentially going to enjoy it, maybe even a lot.
I was still hungover, and people did all kinds of things when they were hungover.
Stupid things. I’d get through the hangover and this stupid thing, and it being good would just be an added bonus.
And then, finally, I’d be able to forget about Lucifer.
I hadn’t really thought about it, but he’d forget about me once he’d had me too. After all, Lucifer was Lucifer. He was hot, kinda. Not super hot, but hot-ish. He could have whoever he chose, and I’d just seen myself in the mirror. I wouldn’t want me right now.
Yes, I should have seen this right away. The easiest way to rid myself of the Devil was to let him have me and then decide he could have better. I’d be free, and he’d be…with someone else. I whimpered. His hand was splayed over my chest.
Lucifer put me on the bed, on my belly. “I have something for you, Nelly.” His voice sounded like crackling flames again.
“O-okay?”
I hadn’t meant to phrase that as a question. I’d meant to sound more commanding, but clearly, nothing was going my way right now.
He moved behind me. I heard a drawer open, then he put something down in front of my face, and before I knew what was what, he was on top of me, his hand snaking under my chest so he could lift me upright. For the view, I realized.
There, right in front of me, was a tasteful box in glossy black, lined with velvet. And inside…
“Butt plugs?” I asked. Five of them, in varying sizes from large to bearable sat in the box. That was not what I’d had in mind. Their colors ranged from pink to purple, with elongated hearts at their bases to keep them from going where they weren’t supposed to go.
“Oh yes. Pick one, Nelly.”
What the fuck was he thinking? How long was this going to take? I didn’t have all day.
“Can’t you just fuck me?”
He growled. Then he flipped me over, and the presence of him more than his weight pushed me into the mattress. His eyes were sharp enough to cut glass.
“No, Nelly, I cannot just fuck you. But I will fuck you, don’t you worry.
Now—” He rummaged around, then held up the largest plug in dark purple.
“—how about this one?” I shook my head quickly.
“Hmm. Well, I suppose we’ll get there. This one?
” He’d gone one shade closer to pink, but honestly, no way.
I shook my head again. “Nelly, I’m sure it’s soft, but we both know it’ll stretch. But very well. This?”
That was the medium size. It was still big, because whoever had selected these butt plugs really thought size mattered.
Then again, I was pretty sure it’d be okay.
I’d be able to get ready before we…well, before we got out of each other’s systems. I might even enjoy this berry-colored plug, so I nodded, if only to finally get this over with.
Lucifer bent over me. “Good boy. Turn back around for me.”
I wanted to tell him to stop bossing me around, but what was the point? This would be over soon enough. I turned around.
Lucifer moved me up on the bed so he had me where he wanted me, with him facing my ass. The bed was large enough for us to get in lots of exercise, not that I was in any shape for cardio. He was the Devil. He could damn well do the work.
I heard him squeeze some lube onto the toy, and a moment later, I felt his hands on my cheeks. He kneaded them with his strong fingers, and his breathing grew labored.
“This is a gorgeous ass you have, Nelly. Small and round and—”
“Just shut up and do it, okay?”
Lucifer growled again, but he never stopped running his fingers over my butt.
It all had an effect on me—his hands, his nearness, the sound of his breathing.
I had to force myself not to let any small noises of arousal escape my lips.
When he pulled my cheeks apart and started circling my hole with his slick finger, the gasps finally came.
Lucifer fucking giggled. “You like that, Nelly? I thought you would. You’re sensitive.”
“I’m n-not…”
He circled me again. I bit my lip, but he kept touching, and in the end, my fingers clenched around the sheets and I let out a desperate little whimper.
“Imagine how it’ll feel when you get my cock instead of that pretty plug, Nelly.”
Lucifer pushed into me, and the way his finger opened me was less gentle, leaving a burn that teetered on that sublime edge between fiery need and mild pain.
“Fucking hell!” I screamed into the sheets.
Lucifer chuckled and curled his finger to find my prostate, pushing against that sweet spot. I bucked up, and he kept putting pressure on it.
I came. I came just from his fucking touch, again, and even quicker than last time.
The wetness of my own release soaked into the sheets and smeared over my abdomen while I floated on a high almost good enough to black out all the hangover pain.
I wanted to care about how fast this had gone.
I wanted to enjoy the fact that I had come on his sheets, and he’d have to change them.
“I think you’ll enjoy being tamed, my sweet, shrewd necromancer.” Lucifer pulled his finger out of me. “But we’ll have to work on that stamina. I can’t have you coming from barely a touch, babe, it just won’t do.”
I felt him push the plug into me. He did it slowly, and I couldn’t decide whether I liked how that made me feel the stretch, easy at first, then almost painful at its widest point, then filling me, bit by bit.
I had a half-formed hope that he’d abandon that game and just do me, but no.
That large butt plug was being shoved inside of me, and once it was in, he kneaded my cheeks again, ensuring that I could feel it pressing against my pleasure point and making me shiver each time.
Yet, touching was all he was doing. Nothing more. I was lying in my own cum, still coming off the high, and he was sort of soothing me down.
He did that for several more minutes, then stopped. “Ah. One more thing it needs.” I felt him touch the butt plug. A low current of magic ran through me before vanishing like a shooting star. “There.” He let go of me and got off the bed.
I turned my head to watch him lick his finger, the one that had been inside me, while picking up a heap of folded clothes and putting the assortment down on the bed next to me.
“I suggest you go shower, then join us downstairs for brunch. Tiamat made me promise the juice cleanse was over, so you’ll have toast.”
I sat up, the plug inside me impossible to ignore as I moved. “Wait, what’s with the—” I reached for it, prepared to pull it out, and…got zapped for my troubles. “Ow!”
Lucifer chuckled. “You mean the butt plug you picked for yourself? That’ll stay right where it is. To get you ready.” He turned to leave.
“You enchanted a fucking butt plug to stay in my ass to get me ready? I just fucking came. What the fuck, Lucy?!”
He looked back at me over his shoulder, his eyes dipping to my groin. “I know you did, so don’t complain so much. Think of it as foreplay.”
I could feel myself blush, even as the insect spawn in my brain kept on gnawing. “Foreplay?! You—you—”
“Babe, it could be worse. I might have decided that not letting you have those orgasms you’ve been having is the better way to go, so hush. Go have a shower. Get dressed. Come downstairs, and you can sit in my lap.”
“You have to be kidding.” Oh, how I hated him. Yes, everyone was right about how he was a cruel, capricious seducer, and just an all-around asshole. With baby cat hair. If he honestly thought I was going anywhere near his lap, he was thoroughly mistaken.
He turned and walked to the door. “I wouldn’t make fun of your pleasure, Nelly.”
With that, he swaggered off. I was in the Devil’s bedroom with a plug where it shouldn’t be and cooling cum all over me. The hangover really should’ve been the worst part of this morning. This was fucking unfair.