Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
“ W ill you let me feed you?” Asmodeus asked me as he led me, mostly-naked, into the dining room. My leggings were a lost cause. As had decided my shirt was in the way and had fought it off me while I was taking my destroyed leggings off. The room was empty, his slutty secretary nowhere in sight.
“Why do you keep wanting to feed me? Is this some Hades/Persephone shit where it will bind me to you for eternity?” I didn’t mention the fact he already owned my soul.
“No, it’s because you’re hungry and I don’t like it. You don’t eat enough.” I scoffed, looking down at my round belly and thick thighs.
I didn’t hate the way I looked, not really. I resented the extra weight I put on while stressing about this damn demon deal. And there I was, naked, about to have lunch with the same demon determined to steal my soul and claim me as his.
“You are a queen. I will happily worship you like one.” He bent down and nipped at my neck, sharp fangs pressing against my skin. “But you need fuel or you’ll pass out and what good would that do either of us?”
He had a point. I’d eaten a pathetically small amount since he’d arrived and after all of our acrobatics, I was drained and dehydrated. So I allowed him to lead me into the kitchen and prop me on a counter with a glass of water while he made grilled cheese and ham sandwiches.
He was stunning in his demon form. He was the typical red devil without the cloven hooves. I wondered if Lucifer had them and then decided it was probably best not to ask. His skin was deep red, his horns and the tip of his flared tail were as black as his eyes. When he flashed me a grin, I could see the pointed edges to all of his teeth. Not just fangs.
Asmodeus was also built like a wet dream. Eight clearly defined abs, tall and muscular but not body builder bulky. I kind of wanted to take a bite out of his ass.
The thing I couldn’t help but notice, as he moved around completely naked and clearly comfortable in the state, was the fact his dick remained the same as it had looked in his wolf form. Maybe not quite as big, but still the angry dark red with the odd flair around half the head.
“Is that your real cock?” I couldn’t help but ask. And then slapped a hand over my mouth because what the hell type of question was that?
Thankfully, As laughed at my insane question instead of getting offended. “I’m a shapeshifter. My cock can take many forms but you seemed to like this one.” He reached down and gave his flaccid peen a stroke, bringing it partially to attention. “But yes, the general appearance is what I’d call my own. ”
I watched as he circled the head with his thumb, pushing the flared edge back. A drop of pre-cum appeared, and he swiped it up with his thumb before bringing it to my mouth. I let him slide past my lips before licking the pad of his thumb. He shifted his hand to cup my face while his thumb remained in my mouth.
“Such a good little slut.” I wasn’t into degradation or being called names. If anything, I would have said I had a praise kink. But there was reverence in the way he said it made my whole body react.
He pulled back and returned to the stove, leaving me to wonder at my response to him. A part of me hated everything he stood for, for taking away my freedom and my choices. But when he touched me, and sometimes with the way he looked at me, it was like everything in me came alive in a way it had never been before. It was the thing missing from every relationship I’d been in and it was fundamentally unfair a demon gave it to me.
Lunch was an awkwardly naked affair. The conversation and company was fine. I wasn't used to hanging out in nothing but a bra and definitely not with other people. But Asmodeus refused to let me put my clothes back on. Going so far as to pin me in his lap when I tried. Which made eating more difficult, as I was painfully aware of his erection under me and his hands on my body.
His touch wasn’t sexual. He wasn’t groping me, but I couldn’t help but be aware of his large hand on my stomach where he held me against him.
It wasn’t an elegant position he had me in, straddling his leg, his arm wrapped under my boobs and keeping my back pressed against his front. His cock was half hard below my thigh. I kept fighting the urge to shift and rub my leg against him. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he had been driving me.
“Eat,” Asmodeus demanded. He grasped my wrist and lifted the hand holding my sandwich to my mouth. I took the bite he demanded, but followed it up with wriggling on his lap, brushing my thigh against his cock.
The move backfired when my overly sensitive cunt and clit ground against the firm muscles in his leg. I gasped and As purred behind me.
He released his grasp on my wrist and slid his hand down my side to grasp my hip.
“Is my little kitten hungry for something else?” With his grip around my waist and on my hip, I was stuck just where he had me. Which was spread and exposed around his leg. He lifted his heel and brought the limb into firmer contact with my pussy. Using his grip on me, he slid me away and back again.
“No.” I said, gripping the arm around my waist. “I’m fine with the sandwich, thank you.”
I popped the last bite into my mouth and aggressively chewed, hoping to make a point.
He didn’t take it.
Instead, he shifted his leg again, making contact with every bit of my exposed clit.
“Oh,” he said, slipping a hand up over my hip and between my legs to toy with my clit. “Should I stop then?”
“No!” I was already on edge and a little angry he was able to get me there with so little effort.
“I didn’t think so.” Both hands moved to my thighs. My hips bucked, chasing his touch. “Take what you want, love. Ride my thigh like the little slut you are.”
My pussy clenched, and I thought about telling him to let me go. I was sure he would if I said the words. But I didn’t want him to let me go. I wanted to chase the feeling.
His breath was hot on my neck as his hands slid up my thighs to land on my hips.
“Ride me.” It was an order and a plea.
I could feel his cock hard under my leg and I knew he hadn’t come the last time in the living room. He had to be hard up by now.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was large, so large my fingers didn’t quite reach around him. He was at least three hands long and I wondered if something so big could ever fit in me. I was no virgin, but that was a lot of peen.
With his cock hot in my hand, I began to move. I braced my other hand on his knee and rode his leg. I hadn’t done something like this since middle school, and even then, it wasn’t as filthy.
“Such a good little slut. So beautiful as you take your pleasure.” A hand moved off of my hip and up over my ass. His fingers trailed down my spine, giving me the shivers. It was a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through my body.
“Touch me.” I demanded, giving his dick a little squeeze. “Touch my tits.”
The heavy weights were swaying back and forth with disturbing speed as I ground my cunt on his thigh. They were sore and sensitive and I was grateful when my torso was pulled back against the demon’s body, as he reached around me to cup the globes. His hands were large, and I still overflowed them. He growled behind me before yanking down the cups so he could pinch and pull and tease my nipples.
“Do you hear that? Do you hear how wet your pretty, needy pussy is against my leg?” I slowed my breathing to see what he meant. He was right. The sound of my slick cunt filled the room as my most sensitive flesh ground against his thigh. I flushed red and hot. Oh gods, it was obscene.
He pinched my nipples hard and pulled. The pain yanked my focus from the sounds and my embarrassment. A small part of me hated he knew my body and mind so well already.
You know, the part of me that wasn’t enjoying every moment of the pleasure he gave me.
His hand came down on my pussy in a light slap before he cupped my flesh and spread my lips wide.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” His voice echoed through me. I knew what he wanted, but I also knew I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of the answer.
“It’s attached to my body.” I panted. The hand slapped my pussy again, and I jerked and jumped, but his grip on me kept me in place.
“There isn’t a single part of you that doesn’t belong to me.” His fangs sank into my neck. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to send a flash of pain through me. “You are mine, Violet.”
Oh, Hell no.
“Stop.” I shoved at his hands and he released me. I pulled myself up off of his lap and spun around to glare at him. I crossed my arms over my breasts and fought the need to drop a hand to cover my cunt.
“Violet.” His voice was a growl. His hand wrapped around his abandoned cock. I allowed myself a split second to process the sight before returning to glare at his stupid face.
“You don’t get to sweep in here and claim me. I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s. No part of me belongs to you. Fuck, every time you seem even remotely redeemable you pull this shit.” I waved both hands at him, at the table, at his cock. “Fuck off.”
I didn’t hear what he said as I stomped out of the room. It didn’t matter. He didn’t matter.