Page 21 of Courting Envy
Amaidenterednotlong after Lucien left. She had short antlers emerging from her head, and her skin was covered by fine fur. She was too skinny for my liking, but Kyveli's words came back to me.
We're all hungry here.
And I guessed that was the nature of Envy. From what I had seen – and what I could guess – the natural denizens of this place weren't subject to the same kinds of torture as those from the mortal world. Afterall, the humans were sent here for punishment and the demons just had the unfortunate fate of being born in Hell.
"Why don't you pick something for me to wear," I said to the maid. "You'd know better than I what is expected in these parts."
She ducked her head and moved towards the bedchamber where there was no doubt a wardrobe full of the finest clothes Hell had to offer.
I headed for the bathroom and found the shower, using a faucet to turn it on. The water was deliciously hot and flowed from a shower head, not too dissimilar to those we used back on earth. I let it sluice over my body, washing off what felt like an eon of crud, though the reality was that I'd hardly done anything. There was no visible dirt on me, but I scrubbed until my skin was pink anyway, feeling like I needed it.
Nothing I did changed the darkness on my hands though. I thought back to what Lucien had said about my ability to change these things and then called up that buzz of magic, directing it to my fingers. I pictured what I wanted; my normal hands, normal nails. Closed my eyes and felt the power flowing. Only the slightest murmur of it brushed my skin though and when I opened my eyes, all I’d managed to do was shorten my nails. The black was still there.
Dammit. Perhaps my power needed time to recharge after I’d expended so much creating a balcony.
Of all the things to waste my power on…
It was strange to shower with horns, and now that I was naked, I noticed some slight scaling darkness along the skin of my neck and shoulders.
How much more would I change?
My hands went to the gem in my chest, which was so seamlessly embedded in my skin now that it was like the thing had always been there. I trailed my hands across my breasts, down to my belly, relieved that these things had remained the same. At least for now. I moved lower still, sliding a finger between my legs, slipping it inside. I closed my eyes at the soft, hot feel and stroked deeper, the pleasure of my touch combined with the joy of knowing that some of my body was still familiar.
I pinched one of my nipples as I slid a second finger inside. My mind conjured up an image of Kyveli. Would she feel like this too? Or were demons anatomically different.
I kind of hoped not. I wanted to sink my fingers into her hot pussy and feel her slickness against my palm as she came.
I pushed harder, faster, as I imagined her writhing beneath me, finding my slit with my thumb. The images flickered then, the memory of Lucien's hot kisses on my neck, the way he bit down.
Oh. My. God.
I came hard, leaning against the tiles of the shower as my pussy tightened around my fingers, pulsing as the orgasm rocked through my body.
I hadn't considered myself the kind of woman who would take multiple lovers, but these two had made me want in entirely different ways, and I had to wonder if it was something to do with being here, being changed.
I could only hope that my response to the other demons I would meet tonight wouldn't be the same.
There was a polite knock on the door which shocked me out of my pleasure.
"Coming!" I called, smiling to myself because that was both literal and figurative. I finished washing off and reached for a towel. It was warm and fluffy, like it had just been pulled from a tumble dryer. I inhaled the lush scent of jasmine as I patted myself dry, then wrapped the towel around my body and opened the door to my bedchamber.
"My lady." The maid bowed low.
Being called lady and getting bowed to was already getting old, but I had a feeling that it would be easier for me to get used to it than to convince them all to stop. I missed being just Rava.
I missed my apartment. I missed my sister. My chest ached to think of her, to imagine what she was thinking and feeling now. There had to be some way I could see her again or message her. Some way to tell her that I was okay.
I pushed those thoughts down though, right now, I had to deal with this dinner and whoever might be there.
"What have you got for me?” I asked the maid.
She led me to an ottoman where two different gowns were set out for me. The one on the right was a garish red, whereas the other looked like it was made from spun gold. There was no way in Hell I was wearing the red, so I pointed to the second dress. "That one."
"Let me dress you, my lady," the maid said. I stepped back though, unsure about the situation.
"I can do it. I'm sure it's fine."
She dipped her head quickly, as though I had slapped her with my words.
