Chapter 18 – Ashtaroth
Earlier that day
“W hat the fuck are they doing in the Malebolge?” I growl at the demon lord standing in front of me, his head bowed not from fear, but out of the respect he owes me.
“Not sure, my lord. They did not enter it by traditional means, that is certain,” Aim adds with confidence. “I spoke with the guardians. No one living has entered recently.”
If there was information to be had, this demon would have brought it to me. That he does not know is concerning.
“What does it mean?” my lamb asks quietly, peering up at me from where she sits on my lap.
I swipe my thumb over her enticing lower lip and her tongue flicks out to lick at my skin. “Perhaps there is instability between the realms,” I murmur, admiring the sheen of her saliva on my finger, the way she marked me as hers. “The prolonged presence of a rift could likely cause such an anomaly. My son chose wisely to search the trenches.”
“Is it dangerous?” she asks, regrettably ceasing the tempting play of her pink tongue against my flesh. I tug her back until her round ass is cushioning my hardening cock.
“It is nothing Sariel cannot handle, sweetness. But still…” I look away from the incomparable view of Lana’s decolletage and focus on the demon. “Enter the Malebolge. Ensure the demons know I will personally fuck them with my sword until only bloodied pieces remain if they hinder my son and my consort’s teammate in any way.”
Lana’s lips curl into a smile at my crude threat and she wiggles on my lap, seeking friction. Purring, I snake my hand down between her legs, cupping her roughly. “Are you wet for your Master, sweetness?”
Biting her lip, she looks at Aim and flushes. Her chest trembles.
“I asked you a question.”
“Y–yes,” she stutters, still nervously looking at our company.
Oh, lamb. You have sealed your fate.
“Yes, what?” I whisper.
Her face completely red, Lana closes her eyes before quietly answering: “Master. Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” I praise, then lift my eyes to the spymaster.
“I’ll depart now, my lord,” he says with a quick bow.
“Stay.”
His face betrays his surprise for less than a second before he nods in acknowledgment.
“Ash,” my lamb murmurs shakily.
I glide my nose against the shell of her ear before kissing it and speaking directly into it. “Aim is going to watch you please me.”
Her trembling body turns my cock rock hard and I grab the fabric of her soft leggings, ripping them open. There’s a wet patch on the front of her panties.
I click my tongue. “Look at that, lamb. What a messy girl you are.” Looking up, I see Aim still gazing at the floor. We can’t have that. No one other than me will ever touch my mortal, but I know she enjoys it when we have an audience. “Is that not so, Aim?”
The assassin’s eyes shoot to the apex of Lana’s thighs as if drawn there by a magnet. “Such a filthy girl, Master,” he agrees.
Lana whimpers at the honorific and I chuckle. Since Lana entered my existence, I have had no desire to copulate with anyone other than her. I will not be Aim’s Master in that sense again. But perhaps I should call someone to fuck him while we observe? I know Sariel would have been the first to volunteer were he here.
“Take the underwear off, sweetness. Show Aim how wet your pretty cunt gets when you’re being watched.”
Keening softly, she uses a shaking hand to push the flimsy material down to her knees.
“That’s a good girl,” Aim tells her softly and I can feel her muscles clench from the words.
I grin against her neck. “Are you hard for us, Aim?” I ask the spymaster.
“Yes, Master,” he replies without hesitation.
“Show her,” I command.
The demon grins wickedly and a lock of silky black hair falls over his blue eyes as he reaches to unclasp his leathers. I laugh in anticipation. The demon’s cock is as pretty as he is and covered in metal adornments.
“Oh fuck,” Lana breathes as he reveals it, the piercings glinting in the light of the chandeliers. I shove two fingers inside her while she’s occupied with admiring Aim’s manhood and she bucks back against my own bulge. Growling, I hook my fingers and press against the sensitive nerve endings there.
“Aim has a beautiful cock, does he not?” I ask over the sounds of her panting breaths. She nods soundlessly as the demon’s fingers play with the piercing bisecting his cockhead. “Were I a less possessive Master, I would have you suck him off while I take your sweet ass.”
Her tunnel squeezes my fingers and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Laughing, I lift her up and free my own cock. I replace my soaked fingers with the tip of my shaft, letting her impale herself at her own pace.
“Aim.”
“Yes, Master?”
“I believe my lamb would love to see you come for her.”
With a choked gasp from my human, my dick embeds itself inside her, her juices wetting the tops of my thighs. Aim flicks his tongue out to nudge the hoop piercing at the center of his lower lip.
“I think she should ask me for it, Master,” he counters with a smirk.
I laugh, delighted by Aim’s cooperation. “Marvelous idea.” I slap Lana’s flank and she jumps on my cock. “Go on, pet.”
“A–Aim,” she gasps. “Pl–please…”
“Please, what, sweetheart?” Aim asks her.
Lana takes a deep bracing breath before speaking louder. “Please play with your dick for me. Let me see you come.”
The handsome male bites his lower lip before firmly palming his now-leaking cock. “It would be my pleasure,” he purrs.
His hand shuttles over his hardness with a squelching sound that makes Lana squirm on my lap, on my dick.
“Watch him, pet,” I order, moving a hand between her legs and the other to her chest. I tug down her top, freeing her soft breasts, the exposed nipples hardening under my gaze.
She moans as my fingers find her clit and begin to rub concise circles over it, just how she likes it. Her nails dig into my arms as she starts swiveling her hips atop me.
“Mmm,” Aim growls, his pace picking up. “What a good little toy, warming your Master’s cock on his throne.”
“Yes,” she agrees with a moan, completely mindless. I can feel them both approaching their peaks and have to hold back my own release at the thought of the meal their mutual orgasms will provide for me.
“Look how hard he is for you, sweetness,” I whisper, edging them on.
“So. Fucking. Hard,” she agrees, punctuating each word with a bounce on my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Aim hisses, watching her swinging breasts. “I’m gonna come for you,” he groans, squeezing his dick hard, twisting on the upward motion.
“I’m coming with you,” Lana sobs.
Laughing, I wrap my ether around them, ready to receive their offerings.
Aim shoots first, his semen landing at our feet, his head falling back as he roars his release. Lana cries out, stilling for a moment before grinding down and fucking herself on me with shallow, quick movements.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from following. Once Lana stills, I push her off me.
“Kneel before me,” I growl, squeezing the root of my shaft.
She’s on her knees in a blink and I lean back, watching her eager face as I pump myself. It only takes a few passes of my hand against the sensitive flesh before I explode, white streaks covering my pet’s lovely cheeks and her obscenely exposed breasts, pushed up by her top.
Once my balls are empty, I reach out a hand for her. She rises on shaky legs and crawls back onto my lap, facing me, shimmying up until her head is tucked under my chin. By the time she settles, we’re both covered in my spend and I roll my eyes.
Aim put his cock away and fixed his clothes and now stands there with a happy little smile. I haven’t played with him in decades and he certainly didn’t expect this today.
“Thank you, Aim.” I dismiss him.
He bows his head once more and steps back. “Thank you, my lord. Lana,” he says before disappearing into a cloud of gray smoke.
I look down at my lamb. “Are you sleeping?”
“Yes,” she murmurs sleepily, wiggling a little bit to find a more comfortable position.
She should rest. I have a feeling I will wear her out trying to distract myself from worrying about my son.
I kiss the top of her head and call for a servant to clean the floor.