Page 32 of The Fallen
“The blood isn’t his,” the incubus states. But I’m not really listening. I’m focusing on the sigils the blood is partially obscuring. Instead of the gibberish that was originally there, Marcus added more to it, changing it to where it summons. . . .
My face pales, the room spinning as my heart starts beating chaotically. Asmodai? As in Asmodeus, one of the original fallen angels and a Demon Lord of Lust? No, not even a simple Demon Lord, he’stheDemon Lord of Lust.
Sweat beads across my body as my knees weaken, I know I’m about to faint like some Victorian lady in a romance novel. Which is honestly rather embarrassing, but I’ve never been one for bravery. I glance up at the demon, who’s gone back to glaring at Marcus, and I have to grab the milk crates to keep myself on my feet.
“You’re,” I clear my throat, which is so dry right now that it almost hurts to talk. “You’re Asmodeus?”
Asenath glances over at me, his lips curling up in a grimace. “I really hate the name you humans have given me. It leaves a foul taste in my mouth.”
“Did you mean to do this?” I squeak, directing my question to Marcus. He shakes his head frantically, his face looking a little green at this point.
“Your spell didn’t look right, so Jacob added what I thought were the sigils for a nymph,” he gasps out.
He did what?
I don’t know which is worse, the fact he unintentionally summoned a Demon Lord or the fact that he was attempting to summon a nymph. The punishment for that blunder is just shy of a death sentence because they are almost extinct.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go straight to the dean and tell him how your idiocy got you bound to a fucking Demon Lord and got two of your buddies kill?—”
I stopped talking, remembering that yes, there are in fact two bodies cooling on the other side of Asenath. Bile rises in my throat and I fight to keep it down, only now realizing that I can smell just a hint of copper in the small room.
“I already told you, it isn’t his blood on the spell.” Asenath huffs out.
“Then whose blood. . .” Dizziness sweeps over me again as realization hits. It’s my blood. My blood from when Jacob assaulted me. When he. . . .
Nausea makes my head swim at the implications. Marcus needed blood, but was too much of a coward to get it himself. That left Jacob and he took the opportunity to hurt me in one of the worst ways possible in order to get it.
Without thinking, I stride over to him and throw a punch. The shock of the hit sends pain shooting up my arm, but Marcus crashes to the floor. I stand over him, panting, my hand tingling and hurting like crazy as he looks up at me. Blood coats his bottom lip and I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
I’m not a physical person. I don’t go out of my way to start fights and I don’t exactly work out, but apparently rage is a great way to put a little extra force into a punch.
“You used my blood? Why the fuck would you use blood at all?” I scream at him.
He stays silent, curling in on himself. He knows he fucked up. He has to know. He got two students killed for crying out loud. I step towards him, maybe to kick him. I honestly don’t know what I plan to do.
Either way, I don’t get very far. Gray muscular arms wrap around me and the warm body of Asenath presses against my back. He rubs his chin against the top of my head.
“Now, now human. As much as I know killing him will bring satisfaction, I have a better idea on how he can be used,” Asenath purrs. I roll my eyes at his suggestion, then grimace as he moves his hips against me, thrusting his still very hard dick against my back.
“I’m not fucking him!” I squirm against the demon, attempting to wiggle out of his arms. All I manage to do is wiggle my butt against him, which elicits a soft sigh. He draws his hips back, before rolling them forward again and I freeze. Looking down my body I see his flared cockhead emerge from between my legs, slick with precum. My mouth gapes open in outrage as he thrusts again, his cock angling upward so that it rubs against my crotch.
I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. His cock bumps against mine, the ridges dragging against my shaft as he humps me from behind. Nope, not going there. Not happening. There will be zero fucking going on here. Especially since my ass is still throbbing in pain.
“Let. Me. Go,” I say calmly, gritting my teeth as he ruts against me faster. The friction sends heat flickering along my own junk until I’m, yet again, uncomfortably hard, which makes a tent in my sweatpants that the loose material has no hope of hiding.
If I live through this, I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls ever.
My gaze flicks to Marcus as he blinks up at me in astonishment before scrambling to his feet. I know he’s going to bolt. He has that deer in headlights look and keeps licking his lips nervously. Plus, he’s a coward. Always has been.
“I still think someone should fuck him,” Asenath pants into my ear. His full lips brush against the back of my neck as he tightens his arms around me, one hand snaking down to fondle my crotch.
I clamp my mouth shut hard enough that I know my jaw muscles will be sore, but it’s honestly the only thing keeping me from moaning. I clench my hands into fists, fingernails digging into my palms to try and keep myself from thrusting my hips in time to his.
“No one is fucking anyone,” I grit out hoarsely. “Besides you would kill him if you tried to fuck him. That thing between your legs is a weapon.”
I’m seriously considering trying to punch his dick, but I have the feeling he will like that so I refrain, but it is really, really difficult for me to do that. Especially as his fingers massage my cockhead while the ridges on his cock rub up and down against mine. I’m hard as granite and can feel the precum leaking into my briefs.
“Oh, there are ways that I can fuck without damaging my partner. One of the perks of being a Demon Lord; I can size to fit as they say.” He laughs against the back of my neck, a puff of air that sends goosebumps rising across my skin.
