by Janie Marie
Lancelot spoke quickly, “If it pleases you, my queen. I will give you whatever you wish.” He darted his gaze to the woman before looking at Jane. “Anything you like, my queen.”
Jane kissed the woman’s cheek. “I think he likes you . . . But not enough that he could stop from wishing to be inside me. Did he tell you that he wanted me? That he boasted he would fuck me, and I am worth burning an eternity for?”
The woman shook her head, never taking her eyes off Lancelot.
“It does not feel good, does it? Being a second choice?” She glanced at Lancelot before smiling sinisterly at Lucifer.
“No, my queen,” the woman said.
“No, it doesn’t . . . Does he fuck you like a dog, too?” Jane pushed the woman to her knees as she simply cried.
Lucifer breathed faster when a faint glint of gold flashed in the darkness. “Hurry, Jane. I have business to attend to.”
She smiled at him, sliding a hand to grab her breast. “I ache, my king. I wish to show the dog I am not his bitch as he boasted with his friends. I wish to finish making him mine.”
Everyone turned to him, and his soul roared, ramming against its prison. “As you wish.”
Thanatos growled but said nothing as Jane told Lancelot to strip out of his pants and for the woman to get him ready for her.
Lancelot kissed the woman as soon as she reached him. She sobbed as he quickly whispered words in her ear until Jane grabbed her by the throat and yanked her away.
“Get him hard or I will rip your throat out and force him to eat your corpse!”
Lancelot reached for the woman and put her hand on his member as he kissed her, still mumbling words against her lips as she cried.
“I am bored already,” Jane said, turning away from them. “Keep going, darling. I shall return.” She grabbed a man. She kissed him on the lips once and then plunged her hand into his chest, ripping his heart free. The crowd gasped while some cheered, applauding her.
“Lucifer, don’t let Lancelot fuck her,” Thanatos whispered as Jane threw the man’s heart at one of the crying children.
“Let him be, Than,” Asmodeus said.
Jane laughed as she picked up another crying woman. She groped her breasts before ripping her shirt off, eliciting more cheers. “She’s very lovely,” she said, dragging her nails down the woman’s stomach. “Too pretty, I think.” That was when the woman’s flesh began to melt away. Her screams mixed with the mob of demons.
“I guess she is as ruthless as you mentioned,” Beelzebub said when she twisted the little boy’s arm, snapping it in multiple places. The child too began to scream as his skin melted away.
“She is,” Lucifer said as she laughed and roughly bit into the tiny neck of another boy. She was doing what Melody had done to Jane’s son.
The crowd cheered at the sight of her savageness, and he wanted to roar at the applause they were giving her when she laughed, removing her bloody lips from the lifeless boy and tossing him to the ground.
Her wicked laughter burned his insides, but he kept an empty face while she danced around the helpless victims, slowly ending their lives. She bathed in their blood and laughed in his direction because she knew she was killing Jane as well.
“I think you are ready for me,” she said, approaching Lancelot and his preferred female. Jane snapped her fingers and her clothes vanished, showing all of his queen’s body to Hell. The males cheered with approval as she slid her hands up to her breasts, squeezing them as she nodded for the woman to back away. “You like her, don’t you?” Jane pushed Lancelot to his knees when he nodded to her question. She lifted her leg, guiding Lancelot’s hand to hold it up before she shoved his face between her legs. “I like to keep my dogs fed. Eat.”
Belial and Berith laughed loudly with the other demons as they watched her moan.
Lucifer was shaking as she cried out, already reaching her climax as she kicked Lancelot to his back.
She winked at the woman. “You are a lucky woman—he is really good at that.” Jane stood over Lancelot, pressing her foot on his chest as she grinned at his erection. “Even after I have slaughtered some of your family, you still stay hard. Good boy.” She straddled him, guiding his dick inside her as the roar of cheers shook the ground.
Thanatos turned his head as she fucked him on the bloody field.
Asmodeus shook his head at Lucifer when he growled. “Stay on the path, my king.”
A flicker of gold caught his eyes, and he ached seeing Jane become aware for a tiny moment. She took in Lancelot below her, holding her hips as she rode him, and then the numerous dead bodies littering the cold ground. Just when she opened her mouth to scream, hazel drowned in darkness.
Her demon threw her head back, moaning, panting as another orgasm drew near. “Don’t you come. I still want more,” she gasped, shuddering as the army clapped, whistling and cheering. Some were leaving, but many stayed, watching as Jane giggled and kissed Lancelot on the lips. “She feels sorry for you, Sir Lancelot. She had already forgiven you for before, and she asked him to spare you and your kin. She even forgives you for this . . . But I am queen. And I wish to destroy both of you.”
Lucifer had never seen Lancelot look so defeated.
“Can you transform and still fuck?” she asked, throwing her head back and laughing as demons started offering to satisfy her. “Not now, boys . . . I promised I would play with the dog a while ago. A good master keeps her promises.” She leaned over Lancelot again, moaning as she kept sliding up and down on his cock. “Well, can you?”
Lancelot nodded after glancing at the woman who was crying near a little boy and girl.
“This is going too far,” Thanatos whispered when Jane got on all fours. “She does not need all of this.”
“If you cannot stay, go,” Lucifer snapped, unable to look away when Lancelot transformed into his werewolf form.
“Ooh,” Jane said, moaning. “It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be. I hope he fits.”
The crowd laughed.
Jane pointed to the woman. “Has he fucked you like this before?”
The woman nodded. “Yes, my queen.”
Jane grinned, curling her finger at Lancelot. “Come on, boy. Show me what you’ve got.”
As soon as he was inside her, he had her screaming and moaning. The legions of demons and Fallen present loved it all while Lucifer’s soul rammed its prison, shaking him when gold flames looked at him, dying the moment Lancelot finally came in her.
Lucifer stared into Jane’s glazed over eyes as she stared up at the rocky ceiling of the cave. She didn’t move as a tear slowly slid into her hair. She barely seemed to breathe. He wanted to yell and shake her because she was still there. Still aware, but only just.
Her demon hadn’t stopped with letting her see Lancelot fucking her. No, she made Lancelot fuck his female when he was done with her, but she drove him mad. So mad that he began to maul the woman because he could no longer think straight from the things Jane was forcing him to watch. Lucifer didn’t know what was worse, Jane slaughtering them or having the demon trick Lancelot into slaughtering his own family. Even the little children. She made Lancelot do it but not before she forced him to transform and kiss them goodbye. She told them to hold hands, that Daddy would save them, and then she slit their throats right in front of Lancelot. Right in front of two hazel eyes with the smoldered golden flame hidden in the darkness.
Lancelot had lost control and that was the only reason everything stopped. He started attacking everyone, all while Jane laughed as she made him think he was attacking her.
Lucifer wiped the lone tear sliding into Jane’s hair. The dull hazel eyes were almost burned out. They were a dim greenish-gray color with brown, no gold. Just brown.
Bracing a hand on the side of her waist, he whispered, “Jane?”
She didn’t respond.
“Please, my little queen.”
If it wasn’t for her breathing and the slow beating of her heart, he w
ould say she looked dead.
“I am sorry,” he whispered, not thinking about his words anymore as he lowered his lips to her unresponsive pair. He sighed, leaving his face next to hers as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
“Lucifer,” Thanatos called, not hiding his hate, and Lucifer didn’t care that it was directed at him. He stayed with his lips against hers as Thanatos continued. “You need to make your appearance with her for the celebration in her honor.”
Lucifer didn’t respond; he kept rubbing her cheek.
“My king.” Asmodeus placed a hand on his shoulder. “This was your plan. It’s time to let go. Stop holding on to the bit of her soul and call her demon back. You have more that needs to be finished.”
He didn’t want to let go, though. “She’s still there. She hasn’t given up.”
“Lucifer.” Asmodeus sighed. “You know what needs to be done.”
This time he sat up and nodded, holding up his hand. “I know.” He touched her lips and studied the curves along her face, each little freckle and beauty mark that decorated the beautiful girl who was once there. He kissed her lips before kissing her cheek and then her nose as he instructed his light inside her to follow the orders he’d already given. “I promise to keep them safe, Jane.” He was referring to Nathan and Natalie. Another little tear slipped from her unblinking eyes.
“We must go, Lucifer,” said Asmodeus.
He lifted her limp hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Forgive me, my queen.” He lowered her hand and stood. “Demon,” he said, watching a final tear fall before lifeless hazel eyes were smothered by darkness.
“My king.” A victorious smile and eyes blacker than night welcomed him back to Hell.
Lucifer looked away with a sigh. He did not want to see Jane’s demon wearing her lovely face as she laughed with Belial and Berith. They were praising her on her performance today.
“You seem stressed, Lucifer,” Beelzebub said as he came to stand next to him.
Lucifer kept his face empty of emotion and looked Beelzebub in the eye. “You know I do not enjoy their company.”
Beelzebub gestured to Jane. “She is not the same woman as before.”
He shrugged. “She enjoys the destruction she creates. It is merely a high for her at the moment.”
“Hm,” Beelzebub hummed and folded his arms across his chest. “Those eyes of hers are quite disturbing.”
Astaroth came to Lucifer’s other side and patted him on the back. “What is she, my king?”
Lucifer was very aware they had enclosed him in a sound barrier so others couldn’t hear them. Lucifer didn’t respond as he watched Jane smiling and running her finger down Belial’s arm.
“Lucifer?” Astaroth repeated.
“She is my queen,” he said, disgusted with himself for calling her that.
“Your queen was a lovely soul,” said Astaroth, also looking at Jane. “I hope your time with her was memorable.”
It was no surprise to Lucifer that Astaroth had picked up on Jane’s end. “She was beautiful,” he said, not willing to say more. It was enough they were referring to her in the past tense.
“Beware of Belial, Lucifer,” Astaroth said as Belial leaned down to whisper in Jane’s ear. “Separate her from him quickly. They know . . .”
Lucifer was ready to explode when Jane laughed and nodded to whatever she was being told by his most hated rival. Lucifer had not wanted to be around her after calling her to him and didn’t argue when she walked away from him initially. She wasn’t Jane. All he could see was a demon wearing Jane’s beautiful face while she threw herself at his enemies. She was loving their attention. She would have no hesitation with following any of the powerful princes to their beds.
Belial slid a hand down Jane’s back, and she grinned, pressing herself closer to him.
“Go, Lucifer,” said Beelzebub quickly, and he did. He wasn’t really sure why he listened to them or what his intentions were once he did get there; he only knew that he didn’t like Belial touching her.
“Ah, my king,” Belial greeted, still resting his hand on Jane’s back.
“Belial.” Lucifer returned his greeting and stopped a few feet from them. “My queen, you seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“She is,” Belial spoke before Jane could respond. “I can keep her company while you entertain your guests.”
Lucifer could smell the lust between them and fought to not just kill Belial right there. “I am sure you can,” he said while staring Jane down before turning to look Belial in the eye. “But you will not. Enjoy the night.”
He ignored the glare on Belial’s face as well as Berith, who he had not realized approached, and grabbed Jane by her arm to lead her toward the tent’s exit.
Thanatos pulled the tent flap open but glared at Lucifer. “Taking her to bed?”
Asmodeus quickly placed a calm hand on Thanatos’ shoulder. “Enjoy your night, my king.”
Lucifer was growing more furious by the second and couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Thanatos by the throat and pulling him close.
“Yes, I am taking her to bed,” he snarled in Thanatos’ face. “I should have done so the first night I had her!”
Asmodeus leaned in to whisper to him, “My king, go. We will watch the others.”
“If we are not going to fuck, I think someone else will take me to their bed,” Jane said, pressing herself against his back as she reached around for him.
Lucifer grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him. “Control yourself.”
“As you wish, my king.” She laughed, looking back at Belial.
Lucifer snatched her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Do not look at another male in here again.”
She struggled not to yell out from his powerful grip on her, but the wicked look wouldn’t leave her face. “Then take me to your bed. Make me your queen.”
“Make sure no one bothers us,” Lucifer said, grabbing her arm.
“Yes, Lucifer,” Thanatos replied from beside him.
Lucifer didn’t wait for any other interruptions and surrounded them in darkness. When his bed came into view, he roughly pulled Jane to him, crashing their bodies together. He muffled her twisted laughter by covering her mouth with his.
She slid her fingers under his shirt and dug them into the flesh on his chest.
He growled, gripping her waist and hoisting her up so her legs and arms wrapped around him. For so long he wanted to have Jane desire him. Now he had her ripping his clothes from his body, but it wasn’t her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, sucking his lip. “Fuck your queen and say goodbye to that little whore once and for all. She’s gone.”
He squeezed her side, walking them toward his bed. The image of Jane smiling flashed in his mind. Her hazel eyes sparkled with love and happiness. It was the same dazzling smile she gave David, that Death had received for so many years.
Lucifer stopped kissing her and looked at her face. There was no mesmerizing hazel color, just the same onyx eyes from earlier stared back at him while the same wicked grin graced the beautiful face he’d grown attached to.
She grew anxious with his hesitation and began pressing kisses to his neck. He stayed still, squeezing his eyes shut, but he still saw Jane until a memory came forward.
“Does it bother you that they still mistake you for him?” Michael had asked, glancing away from Jane and David playing with her children. She’d just accepted the knight, and Lucifer had just failed at destroying her because the vampire had pulled her out of the dark.
Lucifer clenched his jaw. “Always.”
Michael chuckled. “Always wanting to outshine them. That is what got you into this mess, brother. Some things are meant to stay out of reach.”
Lucifer gave him a sour look. “I do not wish to outshine anyone. I deserve the respect I have earned.”
“Amongst the Demons and Fallen?” Michael scoffed before smiling at David as he kissed Jane. “That is nothing I
would be proud of. He will never forgive you for this, Luc.”
“Do not call me that.”
“Why?” Michael smiled. “Because Father called you Luc? We are your brothers.”
Lucifer snarled, looking back at Jane.
“Whatever you have planned, I urge you to rethink it. Death will never stop coming for her. He will destroy the world if you go back on your word. It is already destroying him to stand by like this.”
“Death cannot save her,” Lucifer said, glaring at Michael. “That is why he agreed to this.”
“No, he cannot. That power was given to you, brother.”
Lucifer snapped his eyes open and out of the past. Jane’s naked body rubbing against him was too much. He hadn’t even realized they were on his bed now, or that she’d undressed. He couldn’t stop himself from letting a hand slide up her side to cover her breast and squeeze. She moaned and arched her body into him, wanting him to have her in the most carnal of ways.
He found her lips again, sucking their softness as he savored her kiss; only now, it wasn’t as sweet as before.
She stuck her hand in his pants, grinning as she grabbed his dick.
Another memory came forward.
“They think you will save her?” Asmodeus had asked, chuckling. “Do you want to?”
Lucifer had laughed. “Of course not. I want my weapon, and I will do what I have to to get it.”
Another memory surfaced. Thanatos massaged his broken wing and asked, “They are the same girl?”
Lucifer looked at the moon. “Yes. I did not expect this.”
“And Death agreed?” Thanatos asked, looking up at the silver moon.
“He will do anything for her,” Lucifer said.
“What do you plan to do now?”
Lucifer shook the memories away as he stared down at the monster below him. “Look at me.”
Jane stopped her attempt to reach his neck again and obeyed. Her black eyes stared at him hungrily. Lucifer looked over her lovely face, but he didn’t see the girl he wanted to.
Jane’s smile formed in his mind, the smile she’d created just for him, and their time that morning played out for him—haunting him. “I promise I won’t cry,” she had said as her eyes sparkled like a thousand stars in the night sky. “I promise to remember.”