Billionaire Heir (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  I force my eyes up to Azazel's face again, worrying about the peculiar grin. “And what is it you would ask of me?”

  I gulp down my fear. “I wish to be as powerful as the demon-goddess Lilith.”

  The laughter that follows my statement does not seem to come from the demon but from the entire room, loud and terrifying. Still, I do not allow my fear to get the better of me. “In exchange, Azazel, I give you my virginity.”

  His eyebrows raise. He seems to think for a moment, considering what is to happen. From what other demons have told me, taking a human's virginity is as close to a drug as demons can get. It's intoxicating and even Lucifer himself can rarely deny a chance to enjoy it. Azazel's faint smile returns and he nods.

  “I will make this deal. I will not harm you during this. Enter the devil's trap.”

  My heartbeat quickens. I can't help it. My panties are nearly soaked now, and as I stand up I try my hardest to ignore my throbbing clitoris.

  Azazel is much hotter than the other demons- his abs are tight and toned, his face handsome like Robert Downey Jr. My bottom lip quivers just a bit as I step past the outline of the devil's trap. Even from far away I can feel the heat of his body. He doesn't smell like sulfur like the other demons do, either. He smells clean, or maybe a bit like a campfire.

  Once inside the circle I am subject to his magic and his power, and he proves that to me by flicking his wrist to remove all of my clothes. I stand there, naked in front of this powerful entity, holding back a shudder of fear and lust.

  I feel compelled towards him, and as I get closer to him the heat emanating from his skin gets more and more intense. His hot hands pull my naked body into his embrace, where I am surprised by a kiss. This isn't what I expected.

  Before I can get comfortable though, I am allowed to drop to the ground and again laughter fills the room. I look up with terror to find Azazel's prick standing rock hard and even larger than before. The red meat throbs as my legs spread with another flick of the demon's wrist.

  My hot cunt is exposed to the air as I gasp in surprise. On his knees now, Azazel picks up my hips and brings my slit closer to his manhood, using one of his hands to stimulate my clitoris in small, fast circles. He slaps my cunt, forcing small gasps of pain and pleasure to escape from my mouth, his hot skin stinging my clit with each forceful hit.

  Suddenly, I realize I am floating off the ground. My hips are being brought higher, up to the demon's handsome face. His lips part to reveal a split, thin tongue. Watching him with lust and fear, I quiver as the slimy muscle hits my heat.

  I can't help but moan as the tongue flicks over both sides of my clit, and then in and out of my hole. Azazel's tongue is long and strong, and he eats me out as I ride the wave of multiple orgasms. The air around me seems to be filled with electricity as I gush my cum over the demon's tongue, which he laps up with a single stifled moan. His yellow eyes are filled with lust and intoxication.

  Unable to wait any longer, I start to beg. “Please Azazel! Please fuck me! I need it in me, now!”

  He chuckles. “What a whore, how did you manage to stay a virgin so long?”

  He slaps my cunt a few more times, small and sharp screams forcing their way out of my lungs. My hips float downward, again putting my hole in front of his hot stick. His head slides up and down my heat, Azazel's face showing just how badly he wants to fuck me. But I know he wants this to last as long as possible as well.

  The air sizzles and pops with electricity around me, the power of the sex magic we are about to perform agitating every atom in the room.

  Bracing myself, I clench my fists at the touch of the hot head of the demon's dick at my cavern. I suck in my breath as I watch Azazel close his eyes. A grunt and a pop are all I hear before I'm completely penetrated by his thick cock, my mouth hanging open in surprise at how amazing it feels. He fills me entirely, not so much that it hurts but just enough to be extremely pleasurable and slightly uncomfortable.

  I feel his heavy balls lightly hit my ass cheeks as he nearly bottoms out but for an inch or two of his dick, the head pressing tightly against my cervix. Even without moving, my body is heating up and my breathing is getting heavy.

  His meat pulsates inside of me, but he doesn't move an inch otherwise. For minutes, I float in the air attached to his hard prick, my pussy convulsing around him.

  But when he moves, when his hips finally wiggle his cock free from the grip of my sopping cunt, that's when I lose it.

  The pleasure is unimaginable, my pussy on fire and lust burning in my abdomen. Until then I was sure I'd be passive, let him fuck me and get it over with. But with that first thrust, I curled up so I could face him, pulling his handsome face into a passionate kiss and wrapping my arms around his neck so I can thrust with him.

  His dick digs deep into me, hitting my g spot and my cervix with each push as my clit rubs against his mound of curly, black pubic hair. My tits bounce with each thrust, which gets Azazel's attention.

  He breaks the kiss and pulls my left nipple into his mouth. He alternates between sucking on it, biting it, and licking it softly.

  My moans are more like screams as I wrap my strong legs around him and force him to fuck me harder, faster. His balls slap my ass and I see a glint of mischief in his eye. He takes both hands and wraps them around my neck, squeezing tightly.

  I try gasping for air but can get none. I don't care, the pain makes the feelings in my cunt even more intense. He lets go before I pass out, allowing me to catch my breath before kissing me again.

  Each thrust forces me closer to the edge and I know I'm going to cum soon. The slurping sounds of his dick meeting my cunt fill the room and the air is electric again.

  My pussy is spasming as I lose control of myself, screaming and gasping and trying my best to not scream to God about how amazing I feel.

  My hands are on both tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples as I get fucked by this hot demon. I watch his tight abs ripple each time he pushes himself into me, and the faint smile across his face. As I let go and allow myself to cum, I feel my pussy juices spill all over him, and my mind goes absolutely blank. All I see is black with bright bursts of colors, like fireworks. When I come back to this world, Azazel is still fucking me but I know he's getting closer.

  With grunts and moans, his thrusts become shallow and quick. His manly cock swells and threatens to hurt me, before I feel the heat of his seed coating my womb. I cry out again with another unexpected orgasm before I drop to the ground.

  I lay there, panting and trying to hold back tears. This was no doubt the most intense orgasm I will ever have. I feel Azazel's demonic juices flowing out of my stretched and sloppy pussy, and feel somehow still aroused.

  That is, until I feel a weird stretching in my stomach. I try to ignore it at first, admiring instead the gorgeous demon who had just fucked me. I consider asking him for a second round, but then I look down to assess what exactly is going on with my abdomen.

  The horror that fills me parallels the intensity of the orgasms I just had. What my eyes are met with as I look down my body is something that threatens to break me completely- my stomach is expanding.

  “What did you do to me?” I cry, quietly at first. Azazel chuckles.

  “I'm sorry, you'll have to say that louder?” The mocking tone in his voice hurts me. I feel humiliated and scared.

  “Azazel, did you impregnate me?”

  The laughter fills the room again, shocking me into sitting up.

  “You stupid humans. You never properly word your requests. You asked me to make you as strong as Lilith- and I did.” He clucks his tongue, an amused look on his face pissing me off. “But with her power, comes her burdens.”

  I think for a moment. I don't understand. “What burdens?”

  “The burden of bearing thousands of my demon children. Each night, I will come to you. And each night, you will birth thousands of children.

  That is the only way for you to be as strong as Lilith.”
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  I choke back a sob. This isn't what I wanted. I didn't want to become a mother. Not a mother of thousands of demon children! My stomach continues expanding before my eyes, bulging as my children kick and punch inside of me.

  For hours I am trapped in the demon's trap with Azazel, going through the pain of birthing his children until the early hours of the morning.

  As the sun comes up, my stomach finally flattens, and with a laugh the lying bastard who did this to me leaves, until I am visited by him again at midnight the next night.

  And again, and again, for 20 years, when I join him in Hell.

  A Seduction Spell

  The Wiccan's Romance

  Wren Winter

  I'd started college before I had heard about witchcraft.

  I knew, from an early age, that whatever my parents were doing back home, going to church, praying, grace before supper… It wasn't for me. I needed something more. Something personal and real, and I wasn't finding it.

  I went through a long period where I didn't find anything at all, and didn't think it would ever exist, but when people told me that you could do magic, I was hooked right away.

  Well, I started with the basic stuff right away, rituals, drawing little pentacles on my things to ward off evil spirits. I bought a ton of supplies. A big, fancy dagger that a website was selling as an 'athame' for a hundred dollars. It seemed smaller, less impressive, when it arrived.

  I did my research, and thought about what I wanted to get from magic. After all, it didn't help you if you didn't ask anything of it.

  You needed to care, or it wouldn't work, you wouldn't use your energies properly. For a beginner like me, that was the most important part. It seemed like for most people, it would get easier as you did it. That was how the internet made it sound, anyways.

  So I thought for a long time about the biggest problem I've got in my life right now. To be honest, I wasn't too unhappy. If I studied, I got good grades, and I had the time to study, even though I was doing lots of work to get my magic just right.

  I didn't need a guy, either. He'd just get in the way of my studies, of what I needed to do. There wasn't anyone in particular I'd like, either, so a love spell would be useless.

  I realized after a long time that the answer, ultimately, was that I needed money to pay off my loans, maybe take next semester without any if I could get a lot of money together. Loans are scary and getting scarier every time I take on a new one.

  So, then, a money spell. I looked online and found a few that looked promising. I wasn't sure what was right, and I'd only heard a few people talking around campus. I was still afraid to approach anyone for advice, and it was really embarrassing.

  So I thought, the only answer was to just hit all the high notes of the spells I'd found.

  A lot of people said to write your own poem to recite, but I'm not much of a poet, so I won't share what I wrote down. I soaked a brown candle in some frankincense oil while I did the rest of the preparations.

  I wrote on a piece of fancy paper I'd picked up at the craft store, in big, swoopy letters, "I want enough money to pay for college," and I folded it up. Everyone said, concentrate on it really hard, and I swear, I have never concentrated harder. I could feel my brain cells gritting their teeth with the effort of trying to get the feeling onto the page.

  I folded the paper up and set it off to the side and touched the candle wick with a match. It started burning almost immediately. That was a good omen, I thought. It meant I was doing it right! Then I was supposed to light the paper on fire, and let it burn. I put it in a trash bin and watched it.

  I was supposed to concentrate hard again, and I did my best. It wasn't easy to maintain this kind of focus for so long, but I knew that it would all be worth it in the end. I'd be a powerful Wiccan! I'd know, even if I didn't tell anyone else, that I could do what I had to do to get by.

  I recited my poem, which is my little secret, but I did write it down in my book in case I made a lot of money and needed more again later. I could almost see it in my mind, the money flowing in. I would win the lottery! I would get an incredible, cushy job, no problem!

  I opened my eyes and watched the paper burn, reciting my poem over and over again. "Down to ash," they had said. Burn down to ash. The paper was black and had balled itself up with the flame, but it was starting to go down. Was that ash, or was it just a little burned? I decided that I should use my lighter to get it going again, just to make absolutely sure. Otherwise I'd have to worry about whether or not I'd let it burn long enough, and I coudln't stand the thought of always worrying about it.

  I lit it again, and it burned a little while longer, and I watched it. It didn't collapse into ash like vampires in the movies, but I poked it with a pencil and it collapsed on itself. I think I burned it enough.

  I didn't win the lottery, though, even after I bought ten tickets, and then ten more tickets the next week. I figured that the spell would work, but maybe it wasn't that precise. After a month, though, I knew it hadn't worked out. I hadn't even gotten calls back from the places I'd put in job applications.

  For a while, that seemed like the end of the line for my magick days. Maybe I didn't have what it took? Maybe I needed something more. But I didn't have more to give, and I didn't know what I'd done wrong.

  I tried it again a few more times. I changed the poem, I changed what I wrote on the page. I concentrated harder, I concentrated less. I changed the oil I used and I even used a poem I found on the internet, that had come with one of the spells.

  The only thing I ended up getting was really good at repeating poems from memory. I spent nearly a hundred dollars on lotto tickets, and I spent probably another fifty on candles, and fifty more on oils.

  I put them all in a box, along with my tiny Book of Shadows, and thought that was the end of it. I kept researching, of course, but I knew. Magic wasn't real, Wicca wasn't real.

  Only, I heard, the real answer was that I wasn't doing it properly. First, I needed to have a relationship with a God or Goddess. They had a nice, long list in case I didn't know any, but the Old Gods answered prayers, not like the new ones. Second, I needed to make a sacrifice to my new Goddess.

  I really liked Athena. She was the queen, you know? I wanted to be strong like her. Her husband was a little bit of a screw-up, but I knew that I could keep my husband in line a little better than that, if I got one.

  I was supposed to make some sacrifices to Athena before She would like me enough to do me favors, though. It wasn't "real" sacrifice, like you hear about on TV, where kids go missing and people get hurt. I did stuff like pour out beer bottles, and scratch up CDs I liked.

  I knew that the more it hurt, the better it was supposed to be, and the answer at the peak of the pyramid was blood magic. If I gave her some of my blood with the ritual, then I knew, that would be enough. My problem before had been that my magic was unfocused, and the forces that answer prayers like that hadn't been listening.

  I hadn't made the sacrifices, and I hadn't asked anyone in particular. It was like when you're doing first aid, you're supposed to pick one particular person and tell them to do it, because if you say "someone call 9-1-1," then everyone thinks it's someone else's job. I think it's probably the same way with Gods.

  So I sat down, late one night, got my box back out and looked at all the candles. At the "athame" I'd spent so much money on. It was all a waste, I knew now. A cheap knife, some cheap candles.

  I put the oils on them anyways, just in case, and to make it smell nice. I liked the smell of frankincense when it burned, and everyone said that you should be comfortable and in a positive frame of mind when you do your rituals. So the good smell made sense to me, even if it didn't make the magic happen.

  I also figured out something else. The wish I'd made, the request, had probably been too big, too selfish, and too easily measured. I think that if I tried to do it, even with Athena on my side, she'd take it as a shit-test and refuse. So instead, I just asked a friend to
help me out with my magic this time. She'd make it happen for me, somehow.

  I took out the pocket knife I'd bought. It had only cost me fourty dollars, and it was sharper, nicer to carry, than the athame had ever been, straight out of the box. It came open easily and clicked when it locked straight.

  I jabbed my finger onto the point, hard, and shouted "fuck" in pain.

  The point dug in a little deeper than I wanted it to, but I didn't have much practice stabbing myself. I drew out a sigil I'd made. It wasn't the nicest one, but I concentrated hard on my new assistant-friend. I imagined how great it was going to be, the two of us working together, and then I burned it. Let it burn until the fire put itself out, and then spread the ashes around outside.

  And then I waited. I went to my classes, I hung out in the library after class. I don't want to sound like I was just holed up in my room all this time, after all. I went out and acted friendly, but…

  Eventually, I don't think I got it. Though, I should admit, maybe I didn't get my spell to work, but I got something!

  I met a boy. He's tall and strong and cute. He doesn't know who I am, I think, but he will, one of these days.

  I asked him out, and he agreed to go with me to a restaurant on the East side! Not even on campus, so you know it's a real date. I wonder if this is Athena's doing? Not likely, he doesn't look like the usual type for magick-work. But maybe it's a favor.

  The date went great; he smiled a lot, and I managed to keep myself from making a complete fool of myself. We talked a lot, about classes, about books, about movies…

  I don't think I thought about spells once. To be honest, maybe they aren't real after all. I mean, I never got one to work, not in all the time I spent working on it, so I can't imagine it's totally real. Or maybe I'm just not suited to it, but I do know one thing. I can't do it, and I should probably give up. It'll give me more time to spend with Jason, anyways.