Page 487 of Evil Hearts

One of his phallic limbs slipped into my pussy, his hands wrapping around me with a level of intimacy that made me uncomfortable.

“You vex me. My jealousy rages to infernal heights when I know you’re trying to rid me from your soul…knowing full well we’ve already entwined ourselves for eternity,” he whispered., kissing my shoulder.

“What the hell do you want from me, Balraxas? Knowing full well that the only way you would get me to be in the underworld with you would be to kill me.” I turned to look at him, caught by surprise when his long, black tongue slithered into my mouth for a depraved kiss.

Ugh. One I passionately returned.

“Would it be so bad, Lena? For me to be able to devour you for all eternity? You would always return to me…as souls always do.”

Another limb slid into my ass and I whined at his teasing. He knew exactly what I wanted and was holding it back on purpose. I rocked back against him and he softly chuckled, his hands massaging my breast, his nails raking against my skin.

“The only problem with your logic,” I panted, chasing my pleasure. “Is that I wouldn’t have you in all the ways I wanted you.”

He stopped, his chest heaving from short breaths. It was so abrupt, I thought he was being summoned by the hellscape he came from, by his master, but instead his voice croaked out, “in all the ways you wanted me…”

Chapter 7: Mortal Choices

The choices I’dmade in life had led me into a lot of strange situations—each one of them my own doing, of course.

But in all my life, I never once anticipated Balraxas or the way he caught me in his intricate web.

He finally slid his second phallic limb into my pussy, filling me up deliciously and fucking me the way I had learned to like it. The way I deserved.

Sprites hopped around the room, their dark little bodies phasing in and out of the realms as if they were at an amusement park and not watching a demon ravage me.

I moaned around the limb that was fucking my mouth as Balraxas edged himself to the point of self inflicted torture. We were both gluttons for punishment it seemed, even though he told me once that was a different demon altogether—one he warned me away from him, jealousy seeping through his pores like they were now.

He pulled the limb from my mouth as he took a bite out of the corpse beside us in bed, leaning down to feed it to me. It was disgusting and I wanted to vomit…but for some reason, the seductive way Balraxas did it made me want nothing more but to submit to his every desire if it meant getting him off. If it meant, pleasuring his debauchery.

He groaned against my lips when he observed me swallow his offering. “Lena. Lena. Lena. You make me want to worship at your feet.”

“I’d rather have you filling my holes like you promised, demon. Unless you can do that from down there…” I sassed back, making him cackle with genuine mirth.

“You take my seed so well. Look at how your belly swells with me inside.”

I didn’t have to look. It was a kink he unlocked within me and he knew it, constantly adding fuel to the flames.

“Can you imagine the legion we would create,” he sighed with satisfaction as one of his phallic limbs released in my ass, making me squirm. “Can you imagine a life of eternity together in hellfires?”

I bit my lip in frustration, scratching his thinly ribbed chest, leaving a streak of blood behind. “The only thing I can imagine right now is how I’m going to kill you if you don’t get me off the right way.”

He grinned widely, increasing his pace, forcing all his extremities to overload my senses until I couldn’t see straight. It was the sulfur I smelled first, then the heat at my back as he fucked me on a bed of coals. I screamed at the pain right before he forced the biggest climax of my life out of me, with waves of pain and pleasure that followed in its wake.

His seed gushed out from between my legs, making the coals hiss, my own blood cooling the cinders from behind. The corpse was still beside us, his flesh beginning to char, the scent of cooked meat clogging my nostrils.

I slapped Balraxas’ chest, shoving him off me. “Ugh! You could have at least left his body behind. That’s disgusting!”

Balraxas fell backward with a raw laugh and I got to my feet, still naked, walking away from him, his release dripping downmy thighs. Sprites skipped and hopped beside me, their chitter chatters adding to my annoyance of the moment.

A few minutes in and a black dress appeared on my body, something cleaning up between my legs, making me physically stop. I pinched the fabric right as Balraxas appeared beside me, nuzzling the crook of my neck as if we were taking a normal stroll across the beach…if the beach looked like a hellscape with lava.

“You irritate me,” I deadpanned, thinking about how to get back home without his help.

“And you adore it. I can smell your arousal from here, little mortal.”

I walked faster, hoping to leave him behind. “And you smell like a bad barbeque. What’s your point?”

He fell into step beside me, but I ignored him, opting instead to give myself a tour of the very place he’d been tempting me to stay. It was a twisted landscape. Every step I took felt like a violation of my very soul. The air was thick with heat, and the screams of the damned echoed in my ears, relentless, maddening. I could see souls twisted in agony, bound by chains of their own making, burned by fire, their flesh boiling and peeling away in horrific displays of torment by varying demons.

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