Page 66 of Devil Bound
Yet, touching was all he was doing.Nothing more.I was lying in my own cum, still coming off the high, and he was sort of soothing me down.
He did that for several more minutes, then stopped.“Ah.One more thing it needs.”I felt him touch the butt plug.A low current of magic ran through me before vanishing like a shooting star.“There.”He let go of me and got off the bed.
I turned my head to watch him lick his finger, the one that had been inside me, while picking up a heap of folded clothes and putting the assortment down on the bed next to me.
“I suggest you go shower, then join us downstairs for brunch.Tiamat made me promise the juice cleanse was over, so you’ll have toast.”
I sat up, the plug inside me impossible to ignore as I moved.“Wait, what’s with the—” I reached for it, prepared to pull it out, and…got zapped for my troubles.“Ow!”
Lucifer chuckled.“You mean the butt plug you picked for yourself?That’ll stay right where it is.To get you ready.”He turned to leave.
“You enchanted a fucking butt plug to stay in my ass to get me ready?I just fucking came.What the fuck, Lucy?!”
He looked back at me over his shoulder, his eyes dipping to my groin.“I know you did, so don’t complain so much.Think of it as foreplay.”
I could feel myself blush, even as the insect spawn in my brain kept on gnawing.“Foreplay?!You—you—”
“Babe, it could be worse.I might have decided that not letting you have those orgasms you’ve been having is the better way to go, so hush.Go have a shower.Get dressed.Come downstairs, and you can sit in my lap.”
“You have to be kidding.”Oh, how I hated him.Yes, everyone was right about how he was a cruel, capricious seducer, and just an all-around asshole.With baby cat hair.If he honestly thought I was going anywhere near his lap, he was thoroughly mistaken.
He turned and walked to the door.“I wouldn’t make fun of your pleasure, Nelly.”
With that, he swaggered off.I was in the Devil’s bedroom with a plug where it shouldn’t be and cooling cum all over me.The hangover really should’ve been the worst part of this morning.This was fucking unfair.
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Lionel
TheDevil’sbuttplugmagic was stronger than mine.I discovered that when I tried to dislodge it with the best magic at my disposal.Granted, it was necromancy all the way, but I still had a grasp on brute force spells, which were universal.And yet, the damn raspberry pink plug stayed exactly where Lucifer had fucking put it.
As I reluctantly got up and stumbled to the shower, I cursed the entire universe, because it clearly had it out for me.I wanted to be done with Lucifer, and I was ready to go the fuck-him-out-of-your-system route, but instead I was…marked by his plug, which, if you thought about it, was effectively a chastity belt.
As a professional necromancer, I didn’t know much about relationships of any kind, but I knew chastity was not in my wheelhouse.I still wanted Sexy Mitch, but I wasn’t going to get Sexy Mitch, at least, not until I finally, finally fucked the Devil away.
“What was that thing some of the smaller religions tried?Exorcism?If only those worked on immortals.”
I took my time washing my hair with his shampoo.It smelled of mango and coconut, very natural and it didn’t upset my hangover.Lucifer didn’t smell like that at all though, and I wondered what other products he used to make his hair look like it did.
“Probably magic,” I said before letting the spray wash over my face.
As I rinsed out the shampoo, I had a brief moment of weakness when I felt sorry for myself, because the fact that the shampoo had been the best part of my morning so farwasreally sad.Okay, the toothbrush had been great, but that didn’t change anything about my plugged-up predicament.
Then again, you came on Lucifer’s bed, and that felt amazing,an obnoxious voice that sounded a whole lot like my superego whispered into the darkness of my psyche.The mango and coconut had triggered my dark side, clearly.
The thing was, I didn’t really have time to cultivate a dark side.Didn’t really have time for Lucifer to get elaborate about our goodbye fuck.I might’ve been benched at work, but that didn’t mean I was just not going to do anything.I couldn’t.Lily was…someone close to me.Not a friend, but I’d known her.I didn’t want her murderer to go unpunished, and I didn’t want her pain and suffering to be forgotten.I was a necromancer, and giving the dead a voice—giving them justice—that was my job.
So fuck the Devil and his butt plug power move.
Lily had been a magic user, and I was a necromancer.Even without working the case directly, I could at the very least ask around, and maybe people would tell me what they wouldn’t tell the non-magical cops.And if anyone asked why I was talking to people, well, I had a legitimate magical problem lodged in my anus.
Oh, sweet fucking hell, I really hoped I wouldn’t get caught at this and have to tell Christine about the problem up my ass.
I dried myself after the shower.That was a task, given that moving too much made me feel the plug.It was more stimulating than it should’ve been, and every time it pressed where it shouldn’t press, I vividly recalled what Lucifer had done to me.
Getting dressed wasn’t much better.Ignoring the plug and the way it stimulated my prostate only worked for so long, and I really had to adjust things in order to get my pants closed.
I sighed and walked carefully to the bedroom door.“You can do this.Youcando this.You are a competent necromancer.”
