At least in that we found common ground I through wryly.
“Ah nonsense, for if I wanted you dead, I would have done so by now, having Meria here slice you with her fish blade…” he said making me look to the side where the mostly naked servant was stood now holding a platter of steamed fish. She also gave me a wicked grin as she pulled a large curved knife from the now gutted belly of a silver fish and waved it at me.
“…but then again, you are your father’s favourite son,” he said making me scoff,
“I doubt that.” At this he looked genuinely shocked and raised a dark brow.
“You believe he has another?” he asked making me tense for a split second before forcing myself to relax, with my mind now running wild with questions. Did Asmodeus know of my brother or was this a test because he merely suspected? Either were possible because his skills in manipulation and control weren’t solely used or saved for the bedchamber, but throughout the rest of Hell as well. After all, he was the eyes and ears of Lucifer, being that Asmodeus was his closest friend. If there was something to discover in Hell, then Asmodeus would make it his mission to find it.
“I simply point out that my growing strength isn’t unknown to him and he believes it could one day become a threat,” I said as calmly as I could.
“And will it?” he replied coming straight out with it. I swallowed hard and after grabbing a goblet of what I could smell was ‘swine wine’ I told him,
“Not unless he does something foolish like trying to take what belongs to me.”
“You mean like my granddaughter who you boldly claimed as your own?” he came right out and said it.
“No, for that wouldn’t just be foolish but more so deadly,” I replied knowing that my warning would be loud and clear and one that would get back to him quickly. Then I took a drink of the amber liquid, named as it was due to fermenting of the swine berry. This was named such for its foul smell when the Hell grown plant flowered. Its taste was a bittersweet flavour that clung to my tongue and made me thirst instead for the sweeter blood of my Chosen One.
“Duly noted, now please, enjoy my hospitality,” he said splaying an arm out towards the tangle of bodies all lay upon the table and displayed like flesh coloured platters for the different dishes we were expected to eat.
There were folded slices of meats arranged on bare muscular chests, following the natural dips and contours of the male physique. There were female bodies overflowing with fruit, with slices cut to frame breasts that were drizzled in golden honey. Salad leaves that made one female look like history’s depiction of Eve in the garden of Eden. One with the bitten apple she permanently had held in her mouth like a ball gag, was a telling tale, however the cock up her ass, was not. As for the rest, other than the common naked theme, each body was also connected with the next in some way. Every hole was filled if not by flesh then by the food we were expected to eat.
But one glance at the room beyond the feast and it was no different. The gothic opulence of a King was all around us in both what I would have named a gaudy and predictable décor. Statues painted gold were actually two living slaves positioned in some sexual act together that I had noticed changed every five minutes or so. These framed either side of the seven archways along one wall that were closed off from view by thick, dark red curtains of velvet to match the chairs. Glossy black furniture adorned the room, including the grand table that took up most of the space. On the other walls a black material clung to the stone like thick textured wallpaper and was decorated by large sigil symbols, depicting his rule in gold thread.
At the far end a woman was hogtied to a pole and was being filled from both sides by one man at either end. One with a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. Doing so whilst both were basting her skin with oil, making her pale skin slick, wet and glistening. This was at the same time as the pole she was tied to was slowly turning her around like a roasting pig that thankfully was without the fire.
Next to her was another serving station with a naked girl tied in a cocooned web of rope, hanging from the beams above. She was also suspended at an angle that made her legs higher than her shoulders, with her chin resting on a platform. I suspected this was to keep her head raised, naturally thrusting her chest down.
This was so that the lowest parts of her were her large breasts, a pair of milky globes that hung down and were positioned over the table below. Directly under her nipples were two golden goblets awaiting to be filled and with a flick of their master’s hand, two slave girls started to pour jugs of red wine slowly down her body. The wine travelled the length of her arched back, soaking the ropes red that bound her. It continued down until flowing over the sides of her tits and clinging there until large droplets gathered against the hard points of her nipples. It then started dripping into the cups below making it look like the girl was being milked of alcohol.
“I call it Virgin Filtered, if you care for some?” he asked, and my look said it all, meaning I didn’t need to voice my refusal. He shrugged his shoulders and simply held out his hand as a silent order for one of the servants to fill a new goblet, now the ‘filtering process’ had finished.
I had no fucking time for any of this and one sly look at Asmodeus and the cocky bastard knew it! So, I decided to get straight to the point,
“I am here in search…”
“I know exactly why you are here, for you believe you have lost something that belongs to you,” he interrupted, before taking a large sip of his fucked-up preference in wine. I opened my mouth to speak again when he got in there first,
“All in good time, but first I must insist we dine.” Oh, fuck yeah, this asshole was playing with me. This was confirmed when he suddenly announced,
“Oh, but wait, how rude of me, for we forgot to set you a dinner setting.” Then he clicked his fingers and a beautiful redhead in a scarlet silk robe stepped from behind an elaborate screen. It was one that unsurprisingly showcased a silk painting of an orgy that was made up of six framed panels and was where servants stood behind waiting for their master’s orders. The redhead sauntered towards me with an emphasised sway of her hips and I inwardly cringed knowing what was coming…
A fucking test.
I knew it the second his grin widened to display a row of white teeth, with only just the bare the hint of demonic fangs. A pair that looked to be at the ready when his own ‘plate’ was walking towards him. She was an exotic looking beauty, with an abundance of perfect curves covered in silky dark skin and a halo of tight orange curls.
“Ah, my sun in the dark, what a treat licking cream off your cunt will be,” Asmodeus said as he held out a strong hand for her to take as she seated herself at the edge of the table where he sat, doing so with a smile. I heard the clearing of a throat, prompting me to do the same and forcing me to therefore unclench my fist.
The redhead took my hand and took her own place in front of me, seating her sizeable ass to the edge. Asmodeus most definitely had a thing for curves that was for sure. However, all I could think about was one woman’s body and it wasn’t the fiery redhead that was currently flicking her hair back like she was some kind of Goddess. I didn’t even bother resisting the urge to roll my eyes, not giving two shits about what the fuck this girl felt about my obvious distaste for her. Or anyone on this fucked up sordid table for that matter.
But then, clearly undeterred, the girl reached behind her and picked a strawberry from the living fruit bowl between a girl’s legs. This was done before bringing it to her lips and biting into it, in what she no doubt hoped for was in a seductive manner. Then, as she let the juices run down her chin, she added to the sticky red liquid as it travelled her skin, doing so by running the bitten fruit down in between the valley of her pert breasts. However, the moment she started to circle one rose tinted nipple, coating them in the crimson fruit, I looked around her frame and in a bored tone said,
“I am not here to taste your particular flavour of sin, Asmodeus.”
“No, I suppos
e not since you have recently discovered your own mortal flavour,” he replied in a knowing tone that had me gritting my teeth despite how subtle the mention of Amelia’s blood was. But even then, my refusal went unheard as he simply signalled for more of his servants to come forward. All were near naked men this time with nothing covering their erect cocks.
The white open waistcoats matched both the stark paleness of their skin, and the bow ties at their necks. Each carried large urns cut from black glass at their shoulders making their muscles bulge. Their eyes had been painted black and the streaked track marks ran down their faces where they had cried through the thick clay-like substance used.
Two came to stand either side of me at the ready with the urns held high and waiting for the other two to do the same. It was like a mirror image across from me, as slaves took the same position either side of their Lord. Then with a nod of his head, they each started to pour the thick creamy substance down both girls’ bodies, who had now crossed their legs so that most of the mixture was captured in their laps.
Lush cream coated berries of reds, blackish purples, and blues slid down their skin and each threw their heads back until the last of the contents covered their bodies. I looked towards Asmodeus and his own naked plate to see her near shaking with anticipation of what sexual delights were to come. They both then started to lie back against the table, moving as one as if the whole thing had been rehearsed. They each draped themselves over the bodies behind them before they spread their legs at the same time. This caused the creamy mixture to go gushing down the centre of their bare mounds, coating their eager pussies and literally making a meal out of their sex.
I looked up from the redhead’s sexual display and in between her spread legs found Asmodeus staring at me. The bastard smiled and motioned with a flick of his wrist for me to start. However when I didn’t he spoke up on the fact,
“What’s the matter Lucius Septimus, not feeling hungry?” I snarled in response, one that deepened when he added,
“Or are you just hungry for some other mortal pussy?”
“You play a dangerous game with me King of Sin.” I told him making him smirk after what seemed to be a habit of his shrugging a shoulder and replying,
“Ah, but what is the harm in it really…after all, you should know that my home is like Vegas, what happens here, stays here?”
“Yeah, as a fucking sexual prisoner…clearly.” I said flicking the large ring on the gold collar the girl was wearing, one now splashed with cream.
“I merely invite you to enjoy yourself, after all, it is not like she would ever know,” he remarked sickening me further, seeing as he was speaking about his own granddaughter. So, I told him firmly,
“No, but I would.” At this he started laughing and said,
“By the Gods, what a saint my granddaughter has turned you into…oh, how the mighty fall.” I fisted my hands at his comment and held back from pointing out his own history. But then I knew that would only be a mistake as no one mentioned her name and reminded him of what he had once lost…not if they valued life.
“That is only coming from the view that love makes you weak,” I told him and the second his eyes flashed dangerously I knew I had made a mistake, one that I hoped hadn’t cost me.
“Ah, so it is love then is it…? Well, if it is as you claim it to be then…” He paused and my price of honesty soon presented itself the second he said…
“Time to test it I think.”
12
Sexual Limits
The moment he said this I shouted out in anger, a sound that became lost when I felt every solid surface beneath me sink away into nothing and I slipped through the room like a fucking ghost. I instantly tried to release my wings as I continued to fall, doing so to the sound of high-pitched laughter of those above me. But then when nothing happened, I was only to end up dumbfounded as I felt nothing.
My wings were gone.
Then, before I could think of what else to do, I landed, doing so on a large bed of white silk. Naturally, I quickly scanned my new surroundings, seeing now that I was in a large circular room and at the centre of what looked like an erotic show. The walls were made up of a series of glass doors and behind each one was what appeared to be a sexual act in action. Two women with hands bound behind their backs were lapping their tongues up an erect cock of an overly large demon who looked to be in the seventh realm of Heaven.
Another room held an elderly man being whipped by a demonic dominatrix, who was using her forked tail as the implement of sexual torture. Her victim was shuddering in pleasure, despite the red whip lines that marred his sagging and delicate skin. Others simply held half naked dancers of all shapes and sizes, mortal and demon alike, and each were attached to their single cells with a collar and chain that was bolted to the wall or ceiling in some way.
Then there were those being sexually tortured on a leather clad contraption of some kind. The sound and smell of sex was everywhere. It invaded my senses like a drug, making my fangs ache as they pressed their way against my gums trying to slip free and sink into someone’s flesh. I shook my head, trying to rid the need from my mind, knowing now that something else was going on in here.
This wasn’t just a sexual playground, but more like a fucking prison…literally! It was as if my reasons for trying to want to leave here became muddy and fogged, as I could feel my cock straining against…fuck, but what was I doing naked?!
It looked as if I hadn’t just been stripped of my wings, but my entire vessel had returned back to looking like that of a mortal man. I looked back up to see where I had slipped through to find the ceiling above me had been transformed into a glass window. The banquet for one continued and after first granting me a cocky wink, Asmodeus dipped his head in between the girl’s thighs and went to work on eating what her creamy pussy was offering.
“Get it the fuck together, Luc!” I snapped at myself having to once again shake my head free of this fucked up control, knowing I was stronger than this. I was stronger than…
“Oh fuck” I muttered as suddenly the glass door in front of me swung open and out walked a line of beauties that made my mouth water. No! There was only one I wanted, and none of them were her! I continued to tell myself this over and over again, even as each approached the bed and started to climb on. At first, I started to shrug off each hand that touched me, with fingertips trailing their tantalising nails up my legs and over my shoulders.
“No! I don’t want this!” I snapped, closing my eyes and trying to break free from this sexual war inside me, one where my body was responding against my will.
“Oh, but you do, my Lord.”
“They all do.”
“You will see.”
“Let us help you relax.”
“Let us pleasure you.”
All five silky smooth voices seemed to purr this sexual mantra in a string of sentences, ones that all promised the thing my body wanted the most. That sweet release by sinking my cock into a willing vessel’s tight hole, for right now I wasn’t picky on which. I just needed it. I just needed to dominate a body, using it in the most sinful way and punishing it as I pushed it to its limits. I just needed to fuck an open wet mouth, gagging them on my heavy cock, one I could feel seeping with pre-come. Blonde, brunette, redhead, or fuck even the white-haired beauty that was rising up between my legs, it didn’t matter, they were all ripe for the taking.
But then there was also that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, clawing at me, like when my demon was trying to break free and take control. It became a consistent pounding in my head and the second I reached out and touched one of the breasts being offered up to me, it scalded me. It was burning against my skin when there was no flame to speak of.
I tried to make sense of it all.
“What’s the matter Vampire, am I not to your liking?” The blonde asked as she moved to straddle my stomach before cupping both breasts this time and holding them out to me like an offering. I started to shake my h
ead as the feeling of dread began to consume me, making my mind spin. Was I fucking drunk?
Gods, had it been…the fucking wine?!
I looked up to see that Asmodeus was now looking down at me, the cream on his face being wiped off by a napkin in a servant girl’s hand. Her other hand was down his loose fitted trousers he wore clearly jacking him off. But he was looking directly at me, as if trying to see inside my soul not simply getting off on the sight of having me a prisoner to his sick idea of a show. My mind started to clear somewhat, doing so enough to turn my head against the breasts that were pressed to my lips. I squirmed beneath the bodies trying to touch me, feeling everything in that moment was wrong.
It was so fucking wrong!
“Why do you still fight it, Lucius…after all…” he paused to raise his glass up at me and said before taking a sip,
“…All is fair in love and war.”
“All is fair in love and war.” I whispered back to myself after hearing those same words being said down at me, by the only voice I wanted to hear. I remembered it well, as it had once come from my Goddess.
My Chosen One.
“My Amelia,” I whispered out loud and unable to help doing so in a pained way. Then one look down, and suddenly I snapped. For it was in that very moment that everything cleared in my mind and the controlling fog no longer clouded me in a sexual haze. As a result, my fangs slipped free and snarled at the bodies that surrounded me. It was a dangerous threat but the one girl on top of me didn’t move quick enough. I ended up pushing her from me hard enough that she bounced from the bed and toppled to the floor.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” I roared in a rage so powerful, it cracked all the glass doors that surrounded me, making the girls all scream back in fright. Then I erupted back into my demon side, released my wings and flew straight up smashing through the glass floor to the banqueting hall. Everyone in the room cried out in fear…all except Asmodeus, who didn’t so much as flinch. Bodies all scrambled off the large table as food spilt from the ruined feast and the redhead covered in cream foolishly tried to stop me. The second she put her hands out to try and touch me, I pushed her back into the arms of one of the male servants who was trying to pass me, knowing she was lucky I didn’t break her neck.
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