Page 109 of Hell-Bound

“Consentnow,”he demanded roughly.

“What?!” she hissed, trying to keep her voice level. “You can’t justdemandI consent to you.”

“I’m trying to help!” he snapped.

“Help yourself! You’re a mess!”

His jaw worked.

“I…don’t have enough power to heal myself,” he forced out.

Ren’s eyes widened. She knew that it was a feat for Azur to admit weakness.

She met his red eyes and nodded slightly, “I consent.”

Azur breathed out a shaky sigh as the black tentacles swirled around her palms. The injuries warmed and sewed themselves together. When his fumes disappeared, her hands were still red—not fully healed—but significantly better.

He was glaring at her hands, noticeably frustrated at his dampened magic, and dropped her hand.

Ren couldn’t handle the awkwardness and quickly turned around to continue her work on the lock. Finally, after one of the most uncomfortable minutes of her current life, the familiar sound of release from the cylinder.

“Grab their pants,” Ren huffed, opening the door and pushing one of the guards with her foot.

“You don’t like me this way? Ren, I must say I’m quite hurt,” he said, his humor returning.

She ignored and began undressing the larger of the two guards.

“I don’t think those quite will fit,” he said smugly.

Indeed, even the larger of the two was still a head shorter than Azur. Additionally, Azur’s thighs were monstrously muscular, not that Ren had taken any particular notice.

“They’ll have to do!” she barked as quietly as possible. “I’m not running around with your cock swinging in my face!”

“Oh, we couldn’t have that,” he said coyly. “Cocks should be saved for morepleasurableactivities. Though, I wouldn’t take cold-blooded murder off that list, personally.”

“Could you stop being flirtatious for one godsdamn minute!”

“Absolutely not. It’s like asking me not to breathe, darling.”

“Well, you’re Immortal, so stop breathing and stop speaking!” she shot back.

He smirked, dressing before they ascended the spiral stairs to the main floor.

Peeking out, they noticed another patrol of guards.

“Why is he so paranoid?” Azur whispered. “It’s not like he has a god shackled in his dungeons or anything.”

Ren tried not to snort, failing at keeping her wrath at the forefront of her mind. There was a part of her, a small part, that enjoyed having her friend on adventures again. Even if itwasn’t in the form she had expected.

“Okay,god, strike them down with your almighty powers or whatever. The sound of my piccolo won’t carry to them all.”

Azur looked sheepish.

“The thing is, my powers are a little dampened at the moment, having surrendered my throne foryou.”He looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I need to conserve my energy.”

“I see—performance anxiety. Don’t worry, Azur. I hear it happens to many males.”

She grinned enthusiastically.

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