Crave(12)

“He will have it all. You will leave me to suffer and torment at his demonic hands. He will rupture my virginity with his devilish cock and pound me. It will be your guilt, not mine, Elizabeth.”

He laughed, loud and long. It echoed and poor Elizabeth fell to her knees.

Asmodeus rose to his feet. The habit fell to the ground.

“You will never be a nun with a habit like mine!” The chuckle grew louder as he laughed at his own private joke and became more evil as he plunged his fingers in his hot tight cunt, plunging deep. “I can see the attraction of being a woman. The aches and the pain of arousal are so attractive and delightful. I must grow some tits of my own so I can lift them and suckle. My clit burns with such tension, it’s so damn good. No wonder he fucked the bitch.”

Elizabeth lifted her head, her body locked in place by his stare.

“Can’t move? No wonder. You are mine, Elizabeth. Mine to hold, mine to play with.”

“Fuck you!”

“I have come to the conclusion you are a fighter, so let’s fight. It is a quality I admire. You want to run and hide. I have no quarrel with that. I have seen it so many times.”

Asmodeus grew taller, his skin changing, the man, the beast revealed. Naked as the night itself, his flesh burned and his skin glowed, threatening to show her his true form. Yet, no, too early for her aching eyes. The flesh became cloth, a divine suit of white, flowing over him like a ripple, covering him and making him hot and devilishly alpha.

“I have lived for millennia. Once I lived in the dark shadows, following the son, Lucifer. I kicked his ass and drove him from his creation, hell. Now I run the store. I order the goods and price the deals, of which you were my best, my diamond. You are MY diamond. Your forefathers and mothers created you just for me, by my design. You are the seventh daughter, my queen, my true love and here we are, ready to fight.”

"I didn't ask for this. Some asshole that couldn't handle going bankrupt after the war sealed my fate and that's a load of bullshit. Look, I get you don't like free will. You're the king of all things slavery. Obviously. But this, you and me, we aren't happening. This will end in either your disappointment or my death. I won't compromise. I have no future anyway with you on my ass."

“It would be a glorious death, Elizabeth. I’d not deny you the one true end, but think of it this way. If you die, you will be mine, in perpetuity, by my side, knee deep in rotting flesh, naked, there to serve me as I deem necessary. If you live I will treat you like a goddess. I will let you watch over hell with me, and together we will create the most beautiful children. They will go out and do our bidding. You could have anything you asked for, all because your relative served me and gave you to me, my sparkling diamond.”

Almost maniacal laugher bubbled out of her. He watched as she tugged at her hair, yanking damp tendrils from her braid. "And here I thought that you were the ultimate deal maker. My assuming you were smart was my bad, apparently. You’re nothing like I assumed. Just like every other arrogant asshole walking on the earth. 'Love me, be my slave, and you will be my queen.'"

She mocked him. "If I wanted to be a queen I would have found a royal. I wanted a life. I wanted to go to college, find a dude that ain't the ruler of all evil, and have a few babies that wouldn't want to eat raw flesh, grow old and die." She paused. He watched as she turned from him, staring out at the massive fountain. A light breeze ruffled the hem of her dress, exposing the back of her thighs and teasing him with the curve of her bottom. He heard the defeated sigh exit her lungs and triumph swelled inside him. His cock grew hard at the thought of being buried balls deep in her pussy very soon. It was fleeting as he watched her walk away from him. The bitch did this disrespectful shit way too much. Bringing her to heel would be fun. He could see her reddened backside in his mind’s eye. He followed behind her, quickly invading her space, and she whirled around on him. The fire in her eyes blazed and he wanted to spread her and fuck her so bad his dick throbbed behind his designer slacks. "You will not dictate my life! I will fight! I'll fight until I die and if I end up at your feet in human entrails that means I didn't fight hard enough and fucking deserved it!" Not so defeated anymore.

“Such fight. I fucking love it.” He grinned at her and turned, leaning against the stone wall. He knew he looked good, he knew she knew it and he felt the heat in her body, the desire she tried to hide, the need to test her own resolve. He’d test it soon enough.

“You have lived such a sheltered life, Elizabeth. How do you know you wouldn’t like life with me? Go to college, have babies, mine of course, live your life as you wish. I won’t stop your dreams. But I will be the one. You may not love me but you will crave me, everything I offer you will desire, from me. I am the lord of everything sexual. My voice makes you wet. Do you think you can hide your true feelings from me, the lord of all things dirty and crass? You whimper in your sleep, you dream of me. I didn’t put that erotica induced session in your mind. No, that was all you!”