PROLOGUE
Hey, my name is Maria Antonia Asmodeus and I am a half demon girl. I am not like any 23 year-old human girl, because of my nature. I am the daughter of Asmodeus, the demon of lust, the demon I haven’t met yet because of my overprotective mother. She doesn’t want me near him, though she understands my rebellious personality which makes me a little “bad” and “different”.
I still remember high school. I was admitted to one of the best schools in Bucharest. Here people are kind of prudish and when they see a high school a girl with tattoos and piercings, they just assume she’s a whore. The thing is that I wasn’t like that when I was a freshman. I became that way after my first kiss, about 10th grade when I got my first boyfriend and “tasted” lust for the first time. Until then I was considered the creepy girl, which was why I was so shy and didn’t talk to anyone. My mom told me that I will become like my father. That would be when Lucifer would notice me. So little she knew. Lucifer was already seeing me.
She always told me that Lucifer is a bad and evil man. He will keep an eye on me because of my father, who is one of Lucifer’s “special demons”, though I have absolutely no idea what the fuck that means. You could say that I am a complete ignorant. My father wants me to meet him but is a problem with my mother, who is afraid that I’ll become like him. I want to be myself and be that freaky bitch that everybody looks at perplexed, though they don’t know me.
You might ask why would I choose to be like that. Since I was a kid I was different. Too shy, too skinny. I was bullied, I didn’t have any friends. That’s why after I tasted the lust, I thought that I found something to help me cope with the loneliness.
Also, you might say that I need feelings, but I chose to block them, seeing all the girls in my class crying that their boyfriends cheated on them or broke up with them. I wanted to be the one who sets the parameters of a relationship, even if I didn’t have any long relationship.
I still remember the look on my teachers face my first time in class, a girl with a huge tattoo on her back, and I was wearing a see through shirt. Who would have thought that the little shy girl would have a tattoo at the age of 16? Life got better and I made my mother happy. When I finished high school I was the first in my year and studied hard, finished big in college too, but I enjoy working as a bartender at a pub in the old center of Bucharest. It’s not a wealthy job, but I can sustain myself and have a life of my own.
If you ask me if I live with my mother I’ll say no, but we live two blocks apart and we visit often. Sometimes I miss her, but I enjoy my new life, and I am happy because I can come home with who I want and have fun every single night. Every single night I have a different fuck buddy… I fuck because I need to let off steam. Sexually. I have a hot body, lean and tall. I have some piercing blue eyes and blonde hair and of course the whole package comes with perky tits and a nice ass that makes everybody turn their heads, no matter if they are girls or boys.
Yeah, I like girls too. I’ve had some hot women in my bed which have made me feel good, with toys and tongues, but I always like the sight and feel of a good big cock that can fill me and make me cum like a crazy. Once I screamed so loud I scared my neighbors and they called the police. And when I told them that the scream was my orgasm they apologized and left. Yeah, you can say that I am crazy bitch. That, until I met Baphomet.
CHAPTER 1
“Hi Mom. How are you?” Maria had to call her mother, Elena, because if she doesn’t call her each morning, Elena would think that she was murdered in bed or something like that. She knows that Maria has a different guy in her bed every night, but she keeps the details to herself.
“Hi my little sugar cube. How do you feel? By the way, today is the big day you meet your father, right?” Anyone can sense the lump in her mother’s throat when she is trying to keep her tears from not falling on the phone. “Oh mom, be at my place in half an hour. We haven’t spoken over a cup of coffee for way too long and I miss you. You know that, right?” “Ok. I’ll be there soon. Please make the bed. I don’t want to see any condoms over there when I come over. You know what happened last time.”
Maria begins to laugh when she remembers how she made her mother scream. Maria forgot to clean the bedroom and Elena has some creepy way to search in her things and control if she takes care of herself and the place Elena bought with Asmodeus for Maria. Her mother had begun to make the bed when she found four condoms between the sheets. She returned to Maria in the kitchen with a horrified face and asked Maria how many guys were there last night. “Only two mom. Why?” “I found your condoms. Next time try to toss them in the garbage. Buy one and put it in your room if you’re too lazy to go to the kitchen and toss those things.”
Barely breathing from laughing, Maria turned her attention back to her mother. “Oh mom, come on. You know that wasn’t the first time you saw a condom.” “Yeah sugar, I know, but not one, I saw four used by two men. You know how I feel about your life.” “Oh mom, come over. Promise there will be no condoms in the bedroom. I only had one guy last night.” Her mother laughs and hangs up.
Maria is looking stunned at the phone. Can’t believe that I told my mother how many guys were here last night! Well it was only one man and he was hot. I’d like to call him and have another go, but I forgot to ask him for his number. Well, maybe he’ll come to the pub tonight. Maria makes the bed and a clean up in the kitchen and living room. She just finishes the last touches of the cleaning when her mother enters in the apartment.
“Hey mom!” Maria yells and hugs her mother hardly like she never did. “Hi sugar cube. You look stunning. When did you buy that dress?” Maria is wearing a short black dress, which is a combination of leather and satin, which hugged her curves, showing her tattoo sleeves and the tattoo on her chest which is a heart with a key lock and the word MOM beneath. And the dress with its cleavage and the tattoo makes her breasts look fabulous.
“I bought this last week. You like it?” “It’s awesome. Hope that you don’t wear it when you meet your father.” Maria could see her mother frown. “Remember that he is the big bad demon of lust and he certainly will have some idiotic little demon with him to ‘protect him’.” She makes that quoting thing with her fingers and rolls her eyes dramatically at Maria.”You know that Lucifer has had his eyes on you since that day.” Ladies and gentlemen, my over-protective mother! “Yeah Mom, I know. You know I always take care. Besides, Dad will be there and he will protect me.”
“Oh baby, I love you so much.” She takes Maria in her arms, and as always hugs her tight. Elena knows that she can make Maria cry because even if her daughter’s a little bitch, she still loves her mother. “What time will you meet your father?” “At one. We’re going to have lunch at some fancy restaurant. So please, help me to choose my outfit. I don’t want to stand out in the restaurant there. He wants to go at the Intercontinental, because he has a room there.” Maria tells her mother with a roll of her eyes dramatically and of course her mother laughs her ass off.
After a dozen of dresses and another dozen of blouses, Maria ended up wearing a pair of leather pants that enhance her little curves and a peachy button silk blouse with a pair of black spiky boots. Her mom said that it’s awesome, though Maria has her doubts. And of course, that she has two neck tattoos with the words Heaven and Hell on each side. Can’t wait to see my father’s face when he sees the Heaven tattoo. The blouse is enhancing her heart tattoos on each hand. I hope that my father will like me. I heard that they like to keep their skin clear, because they can attract more people if they are natural. But they don’t have my charm, or blue eyes, or boobs, or ass, or anything. One thing for sure is that Maria is happy that she is not a succubus so she can fuck without being afraid that she’d drain her lovers of energy.
That would be creepy and it’s better that she is a little “normal”.
“Well mom, I have to go. I don’t want to be late. Love you.” “I love you too sugar cube. Take care.” They hug again and Maria is heading to her car. When she starts the engine and goes off the parking lot, Stellamara’s song Prituri se Planinata blasts in her ears. On her way to the Intercontinental, Maria swears at some assholes that cut her off and blasts the music at maximum to cover the other drivers screams.
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“So, you’re going to see your daughter? Nice place. But it’s way too bright for my liking.” “I know Lord Lucifer, but I have to stay here because it’s close to Maria Antonia. Today we’ll meet for lunch and I’ll ask her to come to live with me in Hell.” Lucifer grinned at Asmodeus. “Asmodeus, my son will come with you to meet your daughter.” “Ok. Come Baphomet. Lets’ meet my daughter.”
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As soon as Maria enters in the restaurant a lot of pairs of eyes are directed at her. She knows that’s because of the tattoos, but she doesn’t mind. She likes her look, kind of punk-rock-casual. Meeting the maître d’, she smiles kindly at him. “I have a meeting with Asmodeus.”
CHAPTER 2
Maria enters the dining area of the restaurant and sees her father; she understood why her mother fell in love with him. He is smokin’ hot, with broad shoulders, blonde hair and of course, the bluest eyes ever. Now she knows where she inherited the looks from. It’s not her father that catches her eye, but the demon next to him. He has a very dark aura, which makes her downstairs muscles clench in a very delicious way. He has dark hair and black eyes with little red streaks in them. I bet he isn’t that “little”.
She almost drooled over there staring at the black demon. He was staring back with his pitch black eyes. Feeling that she might look like a dork, she turned to her father with a smile on her lips.
“Hello father. Hope you didn’t wait too long for me. The traffic here is Hell.” She heard the black demon chuckle, which made her frown. “And you are laughing because…” She glared at him. “By the way, who the fuck are you?” she addressed not-that-ladylike to the demon who was gaping at her, and she knew that he was staring at her ink. “You know, dad, perhaps you should have told your little demon here that your girl is covered in ink. Then he could stop staring at me like an idiot staring at a Picasso painting.”
“I’m sorry, my little girl. This is Baphomet, Lucifer’s son. Baphi, stop staring like an idiot.” This time was Maria’s turn to chuckle at the nickname of the bad boy demon. She felt a pull from him, like a lust tentacle, but she knows that she can resist. He’s interesting and gained her attention, but needs a little adjusting.
After dinner, where she and her father laughed their ass off, and she shocked Asmodeus with her language and covered body, she headed home, because tomorrow is a big day. At least she will come in the earthy realm to have a little fun with humans, especially night fun.
She said to Asmodeus that she doesn’t want to have any relationships with any demons; they aren’t in her league, especially the little brat next to them. Even if the “brat” was strong enough and sexy as Hell, she knew that she shouldn’t give him credit, because she knew that the douche will try to get in her lacy panties. Dream on, baby.
Before the leaving, she felt a hand on her arm, a strong one, and she was ready to attack the fucker, before she heard a deep sexy voice asking her to stop, that made her insides churn and pussy to become as wet as a pool. “What do you want, Baphi?” She asked the man in a mocking voice and turned to see him with a scowl on her face.
“I wanted to ask you if you can accompany me for a cup of coffee, or something like that. I am not that used to the earthy realm as you. And I wanted to know a little about this world.” He was a little shy? Maria blinked, looked at him, and smiled. “Of course, little demon. Let’s go to the bar I work at. “You work in a bar?” Baphomet was stunned. He never thought that a woman, especially a demi-demonic woman would have to work. “Well, let’s just say that I wasn’t that close to my father. That’s why I agreed to come to Hell to spend some time with him. And I know what you’re thinking. Even if I am not a succubi and I have no idea why, I know what is inside your mind, and with my big sisters the sex mojo would work, but not with me.” And again, Baphomet was staring at her. How could she resist my incubus power? She really is one of a kind, like my father said.
He followed her not far away from the hotel, at a pub in the old center of Bucharest, full of people, and full of lust. “It’s interesting this place.” Maria looked at him. “Yeah, it is. That’s why I love to work here. Even if the pay isn’t that big, the tips and the fun is enough.” They ordered two vodkas and headed to a table to talk. It wasn’t that loud, and Baphomet was glad because he wanted to know more of the little tattooed hot ass next to him. He wanted her and when he glanced in her eyes and his eyes drifted to her full lips and perky breasts, it was enough to make him rock hard.
“How is it that you are not a succubi? I never met a girl born of a lust demon who didn’t inherit the ‘talent’ of taking someone’s breath, literally, during sex.” Maria shrugged. “Well, that makes me unique, right? I have no idea why I am like this. Of course that I feel the lusty pull and every night I have at least one partner in my bed, but I am glad that I am not like my sisters.” Baphomet chuckled again, and she looked at him with her brow furrowed. “Well, my dear Maria, let’s just say that you are indeed the first demonic girl with tattoos and piercings and with an attitude. I may sound like a big ass, but your sisters are at my feet every time I need some fun, they can’t say no to my ‘mojo’ as you call it.” He made the air quote with his fingers. “You resist me. I have no idea how, but frankly, I want you more.”
Maria just smiled at him. I want you too!! She screamed in her mind, but she decided to play hard to catch. “I’m glad that you want me, but frankly, my dear Baphi, I won’t let you in my panties. I will let a human in my panties but not a demon like you. I can see now that you’re Lucifer’s son. You’re so full of yourself and pride and you think that every being with a pussy, ass and tits will be yours.” He really made Maria nervous, and she got up when her favorite song, Glass Table Girl, begun to blast in the club’s speakers. She took Baphomet’s hand and led him to the dance floor and began to show him what he can’t have.
With each brush, each touch, she felt a little more of his growing erection and the sweet lusty pull, and she felt like the rest of the people in the club watched her and her hot demon dancing like they’re going to have sex there. The lust emanated by the people around them made her skin crawl and her pussy tighten. She could feel it. She wanted sex, she wanted a release, but she didn’t wanted Baphomet in her pants, at least not now, even if she knows that she won’t escape this feeling until she will taste him and feel him inside her. No. I won’t be like my pathetic sisters. They’re on their knees each time he wants them. I’m stronger. She brushed past him and left the club. She needed some freakin’ air.
“Are you okay, Maria?” His voice sounded hurt and worried, but she didn’t dare to turn to see if it was true. She knew that if she turns, she’ll want him more. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to be like her sisters.
“Fuck!” She yelled at the shadows. She turned and kissed him hard, slipping her tongue in his mouth, and made a tango with his tongue, taking her in the space.
CHAPTER 3
Maria couldn’t stop. Baphomet’s taste was alluring, and made her head spin. She really wanted him in her panties, but needed to stop. She couldn’t let him have her. “Baphomet. Stop.” He stopped and he looked at her with blaring red eyes, full of lust and desire. His magnificent arousal was very tempting and made Maria lick her full lips. When Baphomet saw her, his eyes flared a deep hot red, as if all the fire from Hell came in his eyes. He wanted her. Why would he want her that way? Her sisters weren’t like that, but she had something that made him want her in his arms every single minute. He took Maria by surprise wrap
ping his arms around her and held her there, wishing to keep her there for an eternity.
“Oh, my little demonink girl. What are you doing to me?” Maria looked at Baphomet with big blue eyes, stunned by his affirmation. “What do you mean?” Maria looked up at Baphomet with questioning eyes. “I don’t know what you are doing to me, love, but if you don’t want me now inside you, I’ll be waiting for you. I need you Maria. More than you think.”
Maria felt a little triumph. Now she just had to make him boil a little though she had her doubts how much will resist to him. “Then wait for me. Show me that you won’t hurt me, and won’t treat me like you treat my sisters. I don’t want to be like them, Baphi. I am different, and I know for sure that I won’t let anyone hurt me.”
With a perk on the lips and a big sigh, Maria and Baphomet said their farewells and she went home, not wanting sex, or anything other than her dark prince. She slept with her thoughts of him.
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I was dreaming about Baphomet. We were in my bed, making love. The feeling of his hands on me, his tongue between my thighs and his hot sculpted body over me, the feeling of fullness when he entered his big shaft inside my throbbing pussy, the way he made my body to shatter with every orgasm.
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Maria woke up in a wet bed, with a pool between her thighs and a throbbing heart. She got down from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. It was 4 a.m. and she couldn’t sleep anymore because of her dreams. She knew that this dream will repeat in her head.
She needed Baphomet. Hard inside her. But that would make her weak into his eyes. She knew this already, but what can she do? Maria fell asleep thinking at Baphomet’s strong hands holding her.
“Maria, come on, love. Wake up.” A strong voice sounded in her ears, and she could feel that pull again. Oh shit, it’s Baphomet. Maria groaned then it struck her. Wait a minute. “What the fuck are you doing in my house? How did you get in?” Maria took the duvet and raised it at her chin and throwing to a smirking Baphomet the stink eye. “Phasing. I am a demon, my love.” “Don’t call me love. I am not your love.” There he was, the magnificent Baphomet near her bed with a hard on, while she was naked in the bed. Damn she is hot. Baphomet thought. But before he woke up from his reverie, she slapped him. Hard.
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