17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Rayven
“What would you like me to do to you, Rayven? Tell me how you want to be touched.”
I couldn’t help but gape at Belial’s scared face, taken aback by the sincerity I found behind his eyes.
It wasn’t like him to ask me what I liked or how I wanted it. Somehow, he just knew, and he never asked for permission or guidance. He just did it.
It struck me as odd, until I made out the concern etching his features. Was he being careful with me, knowing I’d been through literal Hell in the last circle with the lord of rape and creepy furniture?
“Whatever you want,” I breathed out, hot breath tickling his neck and making goosebumps pebble his skin. I loved knowing I affected him the same way he did me. “So long as it involves you fucking my brains out.”
He tilted his head, his midnight hair spilling over his eyes, his silver horn jewelry jingling as the chains and charms shifted. Fuck me dead . How could any man be so diabolically handsome?
“Whatever I want…” he repeated my words with a dark chuckle and that suave-as-sin grin. “Careful, treasure. I have a disturbing imagination, and while this is a dream…”
His palm smoothed up my belly and between my breasts, his spread fingers skimming my pierced nipples and making them pebble.
My breath froze in my lungs as his hand traveled up my body and slowly gripped me by the throat.
“This can quickly turn into a nightmare…”
He shifted right before my eyes, his form morphing into a much larger male—horns three times as large, death-pale skin tinted the slightest hint of blue, and a giant skull head with nothing but blue fire filling his gaping eye sockets.
Every time I’d seen the god of death in his full glory, I’d felt nothing but hatred for him.
When I’d learned Belial and the Lord of Bones were one and the same, that hatred turned into something more complex.
Now, all I felt was curiosity and strangely safe caged between his muscular, vein-corded arms. Maybe it was because this was a dream, and the false security of it made the sudden shift in our dynamic easier to swallow.
I stared into those two flaming pits, my chest heaving as my pulse launched into hyperdrive.
His maw opened, and a thick black tongue oozing saliva snaked around between his huge, razor-sharp teeth. It painted a lick over my lips, and I instantly felt how powerful it was.
My frantic heart beat like it was going to burst from my ribcage as I imagined how a tongue like that would feel inside me.
The appendage was about as thick as his cock in his lesser form, more than enough to fill me. My attention moved down his body, trying to make out the outline of what he was packing in this form.
His cloak was draped over us on either side, wrapping his brawny frame in shadows.
Unable to bridle my curiosity, I moved my hand between his legs to grip him over his pants.
Jesus. He was freaking huge. Good thing this was a dream; otherwise, I’d question if I’d ever walk again.
“Like what you feel, my grave treasure?”
Yes. The answer was fuck to the yes. But also, nerves were eating me alive. I was so damn small compared to him. How was this even going to be logistically possible?
“Careful putting that monster anywhere near my mouth. I have a new thing for biting off demon lord cocks.” Of course, my mouth had a tendency to run when I was nervous.
I tensed, waiting for the Lord of Bones’ wrath.
Instead, he laughed, sounding more like the demon I’d fallen in love with. “First, you have to fit it into your mouth, so good luck with that. But I’ll enjoy watching you try.”
The place between my thighs buzzed with heat. Since I had no panties on, I knew I had to be soaking Leviathan’s bedding. Good thing the spot wouldn’t be there once I woke up. The creepy bastard would probably never wash them after that.
Belial flicked his tongue, as if tasting my arousal filtering into the air. His massive hand wedged between my thighs, deadly claws teasing my flesh as he rubbed the pad of his pointer digit over my weeping seam.
“You’ve thought about fucking me in this form before, haven’t you?”
“No,” I denied, even though we both knew it was a lie.
He laughed, dark and deep. The sound had the little hairs on my arm bolting up, and thick pearls of arousal leaked from my center, dripping down my ass cheeks.
He caught one of the beads with the crook of his finger and brought it to his mouth. My eyes widened as I watched his tongue split apart and encircle his pointer finger twice.
A growl rumbled from his chest. “You get this slutty little look on your face whenever you see my tongue.”
His fingers smoothed over my apex, one slipping inside me, and he laughed at the way I gasped and clenched around him.
“Wetter, too.”
“You’re a sadistic bastard. Oh fuuuuck ,” I said, punctuating my words with a drawn out moan.
“Sadistic? Oh, dear little human. You haven’t seen anything yet…”
I barked a laugh. “Says the bone demon who killed my boyfriend by ripping out his spine like a string in a fucking party popper, made me a crown out of it, and told me I’d become his queen if I didn’t make it through his creepy carnivorous garden filled with body parts and perverted ferrymen.”
He snorted, pulling his finger out with an embarrassing wet sound and getting off the bed. I rose up on my elbows, scowling at him as the heat he’d built inside me evaporated with his absence. “Hey!”
My indignation turned to morbid curiosity when he reached for his oar.
What in the fuck was he planning to do with that?
He turned toward me with a dangerous flicker in his flaming eyes. “Spread your legs, Rayven.”
I tried to snap my legs shut, but he was there kneeling on the bed again, snatching my thigh—he was so huge, his hand fully encircled it—and firmly prying me back open. “This is your new scepter, my queen, decorated with the heads of your enemies.”
My mouth opened, but no words came out. He wanted to fuck me with the oar he’d used to spear the Lord of Lechery’s burnt heads.
My eyes dropped to the six blistered eye sockets, most of them now empty, as the gooey orbs had melted, creating stacks of gelatinous tears covering Asmodeus’ charred cheeks.
I should have been horrified at the notion, but staring at the smooth butt of the oar that Belial held out, I couldn’t help but feel this wicked little warmth thrumming between my thighs.
Fuck, what was wrong with me? I was turning into this perverted…well, queen. Maybe Belial’s sadomasochistic streak was rubbing off on me.
It wasn’t so bad; this was a dream, after all. There were people out there who dreamt of way more fucked up shit than this…right?
After a moment of thought, it dawned on me. Why was I trying to justify it? I didn’t care. I was going to be the queen of death, and maybe I would make a pretty damn good one. Because shit like this not only didn’t bother me, it turned me on.
My eyes lit with challenge, and I spread my legs wide, letting them fall onto Leviathan’s sheets. “Alright. Fucking do it then.”
Even with Belial’s expressionless skull head, he appeared surprised. After a beat, he recovered with a sinful purr wrapped in silk. “What a perfect little masochistic slut my queen to be is. Look at you. So wet, so eager to be fucked with the heads of the most infamous incubus to ever exist watching you…”
He nudged the smaller end of the oar to my center, sliding it up and down my dripping slit.
Every muscle in my body pulled tight, the anticipation building the longer he stretched it out. He was toying with me, enjoying our little bubble where time and reality seemed to be at a standstill.
My mouth stretched into an “O” with my silent moan as he slowly pushed the bone into my molten center, sinking it in only an inch before pulling it out again.
He held it up, examining the layer of cream I’d left on it, making Asmodeus’ dried blood flake.
If this was real, I’d probably find this disgusting, but this was a dream where I could let my darkest desires run free. And Belial would be right there, helping me peel back my layers of inhibitions until I was nothing but bone.
I licked my dry lips as they curled into a mischievous grin. “Suck it.”
Belial’s flaming eyes flickered, which I now knew was this form’s equivalent of a blink. His muzzle turned toward the oar’s end that had been inside me a second ago, and I could practically see the gears turning in his eye sockets as he considered it.
“Go on. Your queen gave you an order.”
He made a gravelly chuckle that hooked inside my lower belly, and my hand dropped to my apex. My fingers rubbed tantalizing circles around my clit as I watched him bring the oar to his maw and make a slow show of winding his tongue around the handle.
Christ. It encircled the smooth bone three times with enough length for the tip to lap at the mixture of blood and cum.
“I never thought I’d taste you and my most insufferable brother all in the same lick…” he mused with a small shake of his head. “I definitely wouldn’t think the flavor of it would make me this fucking hard.”
I rose up on my elbows again, intrigued by the mention of his cock. I still hadn’t seen what the Lord of Bones was packing below the belt.
“Let me see.”
“You want to see?” he echoed, an arrogant grin evident in his voice.
“Back when I still thought Belial was a different person, you made jokes, taunting me. You said your cock would be good practice for the Lord of Bones. So yeah, color me curious.”
I worried my lower lip, a sassy response burning the tip of my tongue. “You know… With all this build up, maybe you aren’t as big as you let on. Maybe in this form, you’re as smooth as a Ken doll. Maybe your cocky attitude about it has just been over-compensation.”
He stared at me with this blank expression, which told me he had no idea what I was talking about.
“I am not familiar with this ‘Ken’, but if he is anything like the other human males on Earth, I can assure you…”
His free hand flattened over his defined abdominal muscles and slid down, his thumb hooking underneath the waist of his pants and pulling them down.
The monstrosity that flopped out was enough to rearrange a woman’s insides. It was much larger than his other form. Like his horn jewelry, all traces of his body jewelry had disappeared; there was no cuff, no prince albert piercing.
Instead of disappointment at the absence of his silver, I was relieved. With his sheer size, there was no way I could fit all of him with the cuff and chain to boot. Besides, he didn’t need the cuff for added texture.
His lesser form was larger than human guys I’d been with, but other than that—and his jewelry—it was like any other cock. But not in this form. His monstrous dick was ridged along the underside of his shaft, with several smaller ridges branching out from the main one. It looked just like a ribcage wrapping around his cock. The skin on the ridges was lighter too, almost bone white, while the rest of the appendage was that same slight hue of blue as the rest of him.
“Does your Ken’s endowment look like this, my treasure?”
I would have laughed if it wasn’t for the fact that I was trying to figure out the logistics of how something that huge was supposed to fit inside me. “Um, no. Not at all.”
I watched, completely mesmerized, as he spat large gobs of saliva into his hand and stroked his cock, his blazing gaze sparking as he returned his attention to my center. I was furiously rubbing myself, chasing the promise of that first orgasm which was just within reach.
He tapped the oar to my mound, lightly spanking it, and a cry—one of surprise rather than pain—tripped from my lips.
My legs spread further, a silent invitation. He took the hint and sank the oar’s rounded end into my throbbing, soaking pussy.
“You look so fucking good with your legs spread, taking whatever I decide to fuck that perfect little cunt with. It’s almost a shame demons don’t have souls. It would be true torture for Asmodeus, knowing he’s been dethroned.”
“Dethroned?” My breath hitched, the word coming out fragmented as he thrust the oar deeper inside me. My body stretched to take it, my arousal from earlier making it slide in smooth and easy.
“Oh yes ,” he drawled. His fingers drummed over the oar’s handle, claws clacking against the bone while his other hand kept stroking his length to the same rhythm he fucked the oar into me. “There’s a new queen of lust and bone. In fact…” He paused, silently mulling over his thoughts. “Every head I collect on this oar is a wedding gift. Not just their head, but each realm that comes with it.”
“What do you mean, every realm?”
“The second circle is a stinking cesspit of a realm, but without a king, it’s leaderless. It’s yours now to shape to your will.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘shape to my will’, but that was probably a question for later. Asmodeus’ macabre throne had bowed to me. Maybe it was only fitting I try to make the place livable for the souls who called it home.
“Wow, that’s— oh.” He pushed the oar’s handle down so the end inside me angled up, pressing perfectly against my G-spot. I blinked away the stars, laughing and moaning in the same breath. “On the surface, most people just give toasters for a wedding gift. Or a vitamix or something.”
“I don’t know what those are. Down here, I gift my new queen kingdoms, the heads of her enemies, and orgasms. Countless fucking orgasms.”
It was like he’d timed it perfectly, because no sooner had the last word left his mouth, I came. Violently. I thrashed against the Lord of Envy’s mattress, my climax wracking my body as vicious pleasure tore through my system.
I clenched around the oar, and he must have felt the way my walls fluttered, because his cock thickened in his hand. In a fit of envy, he pulled the oar out and tossed it to the floor.
It made a sickening, slapping sound as Asmodeus’ remains hit the cavern floor.
“That will be the closest another man gets to this perfect little pussy again. Because it’s mine. Understand, Rayven? You’re all mine.”