Chapter 30
SIMONE
Igaze into Az's eyes, my heart hammering in my ribcage. After everything I've seen today, there's only one thing left I need to know.
“Show me,” I say, my voice firm despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “Show me what you look like.”
Uncertainty flickers across his perfect features. “Simone...” He looks away, actually looking afraid.
“No more secrets,” I insist. “I need to see all of you. Not just the pretty package you've presented to me for three years.”
He studies me for a long moment, as though memorizing my face. Maybe he's afraid I'll never look at him the same way.
“Very well.”
Az takes a step back, creating space between us. He closes his eyes, and I watch the transformation begin.
The horns appear first, spiraling protrusions of deep indigo that emerge from his forehead, growing upward and curving slightly backward. His black shirt rips as massive wings unfurl, stretching at least twelve feet from tip to tip.
His skin darkens, taking on a scaled texture, though it's still sleek and almost iridescent. His face becomes more angular, his jawline sharper, cheekbones more pronounced. When he opens his eyes, they're backlit with an eerie green fire, the pupils now vertical slits like a serpent’s.
His body grows larger, taller, muscles becoming more defined and pronounced as the remnants of his clothing fall away in tatters. A thick, muscular tail sways behind him with hypnotic grace.
My gaze drops between his legs, and I gasp.
His cock is fully erect, larger than in his human form, darker than the rest of him, the scales there smaller and smoother. The piercing glints at the tip, and while I can still see the tattoo patterns, they now appear lighter against the darker flesh.
“This is my real physical form,” he says, his voice deeper, resonating in my chest.
The creatures around us are now silent, gazing at their master in reverence.
Mère de Dieu, I should be terrified. I should be disgusted. I should be running.
Instead, I feel heat blooming between my legs, my nipples tightening beneath my dress. For three years, he kept this hidden from me, and now that I see him, I'm not repulsed. I'm fascinated.
“May I...” I swallow hard, taking a tentative step forward. “May I touch you?”
Az blinks at me, surprise crossing his demonic features. “You're not afraid?”
I chuckle nervously. “I am. But I'm also curious.”
I reach out slowly, letting my fingers brush against his arm. The scales feel smooth and warm beneath my touch, almost like the snake I held once at the zoo. I trace my hand upward to his shoulder, marveling at the contrast between my pale skin and his darkened form.
My hand moves to his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath my palm. His powerful heart thunders against my palm.
I circle him slowly, examining every detail, my fingers trailing across his back where his wings join his body. The feathers quiver beneath my touch.
“Sensitive?” I murmur.
“Very,” he growls.
I complete my circle and study his face. What I see there makes my insides quiver. Desire. Possessiveness. And something else. Something I might call love, if such a being is capable of it.
“Your horns,” I say into the sudden quiet of the room. “Can I touch them?”
He lowers his head slightly, bringing them within my reach. I run my fingers along the smooth ridges, and he shudders as if they're extra sensitive.
“And your tail?”
It swishes forward, curling around my wrist like a hand. A surprised giggle escapes my throat as I pet it, pressing my fingers against the scales.
Finally, my gaze drops back to his erection. It's magnificent and intimidating in this form—thicker, longer, the head more pronounced, the piercing gleaming in the low light.
Without thinking, I reach out with my free hand, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. Az hisses, the sound more serpentine than human, his tail clenching around my wrist.
“Be careful, little fairy,” he warns, pushing the words out through gritted teeth. “I'm barely in control as it is.”
The warning should scare me. Instead, it makes me feel powerful. I have so much control over this majestic creature's arousal.
I stroke his length, marveling at the contrast of soft scales against rigid flesh. Pre-cum beads at the tip, gathering on his piercing.
A wild, reckless feeling sweeps through me. Three years of captivity. Three years of slowly falling in love when I thought that part of me was dead. Three years of lies. And now, he's here, naked in more ways than one, while pregnancy hormones course through my body, heightening every sensation.
I look around at the demonic audience watching us, their eyes hungry, their bodies paused in various acts of pleasure.
“Take me,” I whisper, looking back into Az's fiery eyes. “Right here. Like this.”
His eyes widen in genuine surprise. “Simone...”
“I want to feel you in this form.” My voice grows stronger with each word. “I want all of them to see that you're mine now.”
Az grins, revealing sharpened teeth that should terrify me but only make my pussy throb with anticipation.
“Are you sure, little fairy?” His massive hands come to rest on my hips. “Once we begin, I may not be able to stop.”
I nod, trembling not with fear but with desire. “Yes. I'm sure.”
With a wicked smile, he turns to address the gathered demons, his voice booming throughout the chamber.
“Behold my consort, Simone,” he announces. “She carries my heir within her womb.” His grip on my waist tightens possessively. “You may look but never touch. She is mine alone.” Those otherworldly eyes return to mine, an ancient, unknowable emotion shining in them. “And I am hers.”
The demons murmur in response, some bowing their heads, others watching with increased interest.
Az removes my dress with clawed hands, the fabric tearing beneath his impatient fingers, and falling away to leave me naked before the assembled demons.
I should feel exposed, vulnerable. But I don't. I feel powerful. Desired. Worshipped.
“I want to taste you first,” I say boldly, lowering myself to my knees before him.
Az growls as I take his enormous cock in both hands, guiding it to my lips. The scaled texture is strange against my tongue, but not unpleasant.
“Merde,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “This is... incredible.”
I lap at the head of his dick, circling the piercing with my tongue. Az's tail lashes behind him, his wings snapping wide with obvious pleasure. I take him as deep as I can manage in this form, using my hands to stroke what won't fit in my mouth.
“Enough,” he growls after a few minutes, pulling away. “I need you now.”
He lifts me effortlessly, laying me on a plush carpet in the center of the chamber. Around us, demons resume their own debauched activities, though some continue to watch us with hungry eyes.
Az kneels between my legs, his massive form looming over me. He lowers his head, horns gleaming in the light, and begins to feast between my thighs.
“Oh mon Dieu!” I cry out, my back arching off the carpet.
His tongue is different in this form—longer, more flexible, reaching places inside me that make stars burst to life behind my eyelids. I grab his horns without thinking, holding on as he mercilessly drives me toward an orgasm that might just kill me.
I come with a scream that echoes throughout the chamber, my thighs trembling around his head. The climax crashes through me, wreaking havoc on my muscles and leaving me gasping and shaking.
Before I can recover, Az flips me onto my hands and knees. His claw-tipped hands stroke over my pregnant belly with surprising tenderness.
“So beautiful,” he growls. “Round with my seed. My heir.”
I feel the head of his enormous cock pressing against my entrance, and despite my arousal, I tense slightly, wondering if I can accommodate him in this form.
“Relax, little fairy,” he murmurs for my ears only. “I would never hurt you or our child.”
I exhale, pushing back against him. The stretch burns, my body unused to the added size.
“Putain,” I gasp as he slides deeper. “You're so... big like this.”
Az chuckles, the sound rumbling through me. “And you're so tight, little fairy. So perfect around me. Your sweet body was made to take my cum.”
My eyes flicker around the room, and I bite my lip when I see demons watching us, fucking and masturbating openly. The air grows thick with the scent of sex and desire.
My archdemon begins to move, his thrusts careful at first, then growing more confident as my body accepts him. The scales on his cock create a delicious friction against my inner walls, the piercing hitting my G-spot hard enough to make me see Heaven.
“You feel so good,” I moan, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Deeper, Az. Give me more.”
His tail wraps around my waist, supporting the weight of my pregnant belly as he increases his pace. One of his hands slides between my legs, finding my clit and circling it. He doesn't cut me, but the threat of the claw is there, somehow increasing my arousal.
“You like being taken like this?” Az growls in my ear, his voice inhuman yet achingly familiar. “By a demon? By your archdemon?”
“Yes,” I gasp, shameless in my pleasure. “By you. Only you.”
My admission seems to break the final tethers of his restraint. His control slips, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, driving me toward another peak.
“Everyone here knows who you belong to now,” he says, his voice carrying throughout the chamber. “My consort. Mine to pleasure. Mine to protect.”
The possessiveness in his voice pushes me over the edge. I come again, harder than before, my inner walls clamping down on his demonic cock. My arms give out, and I collapse onto my elbows, my face pressed against the carpet as waves of pleasure crash through me.
Az doesn't stop, continuing to thrust through my orgasm. Around us, I hear the demons reaching their own climaxes, obviously feeding on our display, on whatever energy we're generating.
“Again,” Az commands, flipping me onto my back without withdrawing. “Let me see your face when you come one more time, little fairy.”
He looms over me, his wings spread wide, horns gleaming, eyes burning with a primal fire. It should be terrifying. Instead, it's the most erotic sight I've ever witnessed.
His hand cups my belly, thumb stroking over the swell where our child grows. “Mine,” he growls. “Both of you. Forever.”
He resumes his thrusts, each one angled perfectly. The pressure builds again, impossibly fast, my body responding to his as it always has. Maybe even more now that he's in this monstrous form.
“Az,” I gasp, feeling myself approaching yet another peak. “I can't… It's too much—”
“You can,” he insists. “One more, little fairy. For me.”
The command makes me come so hard, it's almost painful. My vision whites out, my body convulsing around him, every muscle clenching as pleasure rearranges my perception of reality.
Az roars, pulling out at the last moment. His demonic cock pulses as he spills his release across my body. He marks my face, my breasts, my rounded belly, and between my legs, spraying me with copious amounts of pearly fluid.
The feeling of his hot release hitting my over-sensitized clit triggers another small orgasm, my back arching as I cry out one last time.
For a moment, the world goes dark. When awareness returns, I find myself cradled in Az's muscular arms, his wings folded around us like a cocoon of indigo feathers.
“Are you alright?” Az asks, his voice gentler now, though still carrying that demonic resonance.
I nod, too exhausted to speak. My entire body feels boneless, sated in a way I've never experienced before.
“That was... incroyable,” I finally manage.
Az chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest against my cheek. “You continue to surprise me, little fairy.”
I reach up to touch his face, tracing the scaled contours that are so different yet somehow still him. “And you continue to surprise me... Asmodeus.”
It's the first time I've used his true name without anger or accusation. Something shifts in his expression, a vulnerability I've rarely glimpsed, and he sighs with contentment.
“I will never lie to you again,” he vows, his tail curling protectively around us. “No more secrets between us.”
I don't know if I can fully forgive him yet for three years of deception. I don't know what the future holds for us or for our child. But in this moment, wrapped in his demonic embrace, covered in his essence, watched by his subjects, I feel... at peace.