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  But to know the spell, he needed access to the library. And to do that, he needed to gain her trust. And that would take a steely resolve and a lot of patience.

  Thankfully, his millennia-long experience as a citizen of Abaddon had supplied him with both.

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  Lucretia found that her little angel slave was more than a perfect match for her, serving to dispel her feelings of disgust and guilt, if only temporarily. She would go to him after she had dreamed of Eli, and he would soothe her with tales of grandeur of men that could have been. When she came home, haunted by the bitter stares of her subordinates, Hael would tell her of their woes, and she would address them. When she did not feel the need for carnal pleasure, he would sing to her the sonnets of Heaven.

  What she also found out, during her regular trips to the old dining room where she held the demon, was that that creature proved to be an excellent advisor, despite his apparent lack of taste in choosing his forms.

  The first time she asked for his advice, he had assumed the form of a decapitated woman, speaking to her through the severed head in her arms. It told her of impending treachery by one of the company’s shareholders, and she planned ahead, eliminating her enemy before he could act.

  The second time, he had the form of a large dog, sick by some strange disease, its hide covered in scabs. She asked him about the loyalty of a man she was considering as a financial advisor, and the demon told her to instead place her trust in his son, who was not as much of a bastard as his father. The man, though only twenty years old, was moral and put his client before himself.

  The third time, the demon had abandoned his grotesque forms and had this time turned himself into a handsome young man in his late thirties, dressed sharply, with just a hint of brimstone all about him, and slitted eyes, like a snake’s. This time, however, Andrealphus had known she wasn’t there for business.

  “Your angel is boring you,” he said before flashing a grin.

  “How did you know?”

  “Your squeals of pleasure have abated. Besides, he is too good for you.”

  “I’m not good enough for him, is that what you’re saying?”

  “No. What I meant to say is that he is, above all things, a creature of Heaven. He means well but lacks imagination.” He paused, looked her in the eyes, and then added: “And I think you know exactly what I mean.”

  She crossed her hands over her chest defensively, feeling suddenly exposed to this creature. Andrealphus’s smug look, on the other hand, indicated that he enjoyed it immensely.

  “No. I don’t,” she insisted.

  “You are not looking for a lover. You were born a slave, under the yoke of a creature who put you at risk and made you cheat Heaven and Hell for him so he could get away from both. He raised you under his shadow and made sure you never were anything more than an advisor to him, or maybe some useful little tool. Eli Mandrake did the absolute minimum, in order to ensure that his daughter would be nothing without him.”

  “Yet here I am, in his house at the top of the world.”

  “True. But you can’t really kick that old habit, can you? You can’t really grow beyond the way he raised you. You’re not looking for a man to love you or for one for you to order around.” Lucretia bit her lip despite herself. The sound of his voice made her tremble in anticipation “You need a man to order you around. Because this is what Eli taught you to be.”

  Lucretia got up and started walking away when Andrealphus spoke again.

  “It’s why you couldn’t enjoy using your power over those two candidates or your chauffeur.”

  She felt the color draining from her face, as she turned to look at him.

  “It’s why you felt so sick of yourself.” He got up, but the chain tugged at his neck. “It’s why you need your little heavenly slave to make you feel better. But it doesn’t go away, does it? No, you just forget about it for a few hours, and then it comes back, strong as ever.”

  “What should I do?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

  “Release me from my iron shackles, and you will see.”

  “No,” she said, walking away, but there was little conviction in her voice. Lucretia herself knew that she would be back soon enough...

  Chapter Eight

  Lucretia stared at her naked body in front of the great bedroom mirror, her hair down. She had felt so weak at the demon’s words, but also strangely intrigued. She knew this was foolish, that it was everything her father had warned her against:

  A demon is a creature of feral cunning and inhuman wisdom, capable of marvelous feats of truthsaying. Which is what makes it so effective a trapper, when it comes to ensnaring mortal minds.

  But then...

  Why was she so aroused at the thought of him? At the thought of what he said.

  You need a man to order you around. Because this is what Eli taught you to be.

  She was wet at the thought of those words, of the way that creature spoke them, softly like a malevolent hiss. Carefully, as if scared of what she might see, she reached her hand between her legs and slid her finger across her lips. She was wet. Wet at the thought of being ordered around by some demon, at the thought of being used by that thing and...

  No. She shuddered with pleasure at the thought. She gently pinched her clitoris and let out a yelp, getting goose bumps all over. Looking around, making sure no one could see her, she smiled fiendishly and posed at the mirror, licking her lips.

  There was a game she had liked to play when she was younger and still hadn’t found out what carnal desire really meant, back when she was still...untouched. Sometimes, at night, she would construct for herself an imaginary lover, a man who was, admittedly, a crude representation of a real man, but ideal nonetheless.

  She imagined him being a gentle, caring lover, a creature wholly different from her tyrant of a father, but now she found him utterly boring. This time, she conjured him yet again in her mind, but he was a different sort of animal entirely.

  He was a large ape of a man, his body covered in hairs, his hands coarse things with great, thick fingers. He stood taller than her, so tall in fact that she could not look into his eyes unless she craned her head all the way up and made out his burning red eyes among the tangled mass of hair and beard.

  She imagined him grabbing her by the neck, so she clenched her fingers on her flesh hard, hard enough to hurt, before propelling herself against the mirror, her face mashed against the glass. She greeted the discomfort while she was pressed against it, her breasts almost flattened. She felt weak at the sight of her own face, distorted from so close.

  In her mind, her ideal man reached his great hand and dug his nails in her ass, and she did that exactly, hard enough to make her squeal. She imagined his rough hands holding her down as he leaned in and whispered in her ear:

  You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?

  “Yes, yes, I am...” she muttered, his hand and her own moving in unison. She moaned deeply as she imagined his fingers crudely—but expertly—circling her cunt, rubbing her lips and clitoris in long strokes. Lucretia gasped at the thought, digging her nails harder inside her buttocks, she—he—was stroking harder, faster, making her weaker. She shuddered against the mirror and let out a gasp, climaxing in front of it on her knees.

  Get up. I’m not done with you yet!

  Stumbling, she felt herself pulled to her feet and then turned around before being pressed with her back to the mirror. He squeezed her breasts and kneaded them, slapped them hard again and again. She tried to resist, but she couldn’t muster the strength. He brought one of her breasts up to his lips and gently bit at the soft flesh before putting it in his mouth. He teased her breasts with his mouth, tasting the areola, teasing her nipples, and then finally biting into the soft flesh.

  She yelped, tried to resist, but he had her hands pinned to the mirror. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples, alternating between pain and pleasure. Her mouth filled with her own breast, living out his motions.
She wanted him so bad, wanted this beast of a man to...

  You want this cock, whore?

  She nodded yes, drooling now, imagining herself groping it, her hands getting slapped aside, silently begging, her sex so wet and hot that it almost hurt, wanting to feel him inside her, that monster of a man. She moved her waist, trying to imagine, desperately seeking to get him inside her, but he always pulled back, mocking her and teasing. She pleaded with him.

  “Let me have it, please...” But he laughed in her face, watching her as she begged, constantly grinding her sex against his shaft. She was about to burst into tears when her lover decided he’d seen enough and let her have it.

  She shoved two fingers inside herself, trying to feel his thickness, his length, but she couldn’t even come close to the size she had given him in her head. Desperate, she imagined him still laughing with just the tip inside her. She eased in two more fingers from her other hand, suddenly stretched and full. He began to push all the way in her, and she got knuckles-deep, imagining his shaft filling her and stretching her even more.

  Lucretia screamed when he started fucking her, holding her against the mirror; she desperately moved her waist, trying to keep up with her animal lover who fucked her hard, pounded her cunt, and made her breasts jiggle faster. She moved her waist toward him, greedily trying to take him all the way up to the hilt, but he always pulled back at the last minute.

  He pulled out of her and pushed her with her face on the floor, her buttocks and sex in the air, presented to him; she imagined him entering her, then letting his weight carry his member inside her. Greedily stuffing her cunt, she began to squeal when she imagined her lover grinding hard, licking his lips at the sound of her juices spilling down her cunt, onto her hips and the carpet.

  She was climaxing with each thrust, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, making her feel weak, and she convulsed on the floor. She let out a cry before finally collapsing. In her mind, her lover released all over her buttocks and back. Then, he dissipated.

  She crawled to the bed and realized that the demon was right: she needed this more than she had imagined.

  Chapter Nine

  Andrealphus had been ready for this since the minute she took him from the chapel. He had carefully planned each word he had spoken to her, counted on Lucretia’s reactions, and would later brag to his kind that he had even foreseen the exact hour when she would come to him.

  Lucretia walked inside the old dining room, dressed in a simple nightgown that revealed nothing, but Andrealphus could already trace the outline of her half-cup bra, her nipples erect and standing out against the fabric. He could see the strap of her thong as it pushed against the fabric and could tell the woman had gone mad with desire.

  Thus, he had chosen his form carefully. He had become a creature of considerable size, muscular yet hidden behind a simple visage. In her eyes, he was a large man with a mane of red hair that framed his nearly bestial features. His eyes were like those of a cat, their color a cold, lifeless blue, his skin tinged with red. He had hidden himself in the shadows, teasing her with his very presence.

  “Come out of there,” she commanded, right on cue. He got out from the shadows and stood before her, looking down at his mistress. She gasped at the sight of him, and he held back a chuckle. He had chosen the form of his member carefully.

  He had made sure it was significant in size, thick and covered in knurls. When erect, it was curved like the blade of a saber. But the tip was his favorite part: large and engorged, ringed with small protrusions that wriggled slowly, impossible for her to see in her current, aroused state.

  “Kneel down.” She spoke, and he obeyed.

  He leaned his head down and felt her shiver as she undid the chain and let it rattle on the floor. He reveled as he caught a whiff of her fear; Andrealphus could tell that she was regretting her decision. The binding spell no longer held any assurances for her, this he knew.

  Andrealphus shot up immediately and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her against the wall. His movements were swift and measured, just enough pressure to let her feel his fingers clenching around her windpipe, just a hair’s breadth away from chocking her. Had it not been for the spell holding him back, he would have snapped her neck like a twig, but this would have been too good, too little for her. This was good, he knew that much. He could use this to his advantage, but not before having his fun with her. He watched her dangle from a few inches off the ground, digging her nails in his wrists, gasping for air.

  “Couldn’t resist trying me out, could you, whore?” he said, and his voice was impossibly rough and deep, though comprehensible. He could feel her shiver in his hand. He clenched just a little bit tighter. She shook her head no.

  His eyes locked on to hers; he hooked his fingers at the collar of her gown and ripped it off in one motion, tearing at the fabric, exposing her. Lucretia panicked for a second, her reactions more of a reflex than the result of conscious effort. She grabbed frantically at the dress, but the demon’s grip was tighter. She tried to hide her breasts with her hands, but her motions were uncoordinated, driven by pure lust... Andrealphus leaned in close to her, baring his teeth in a horrible, rictus grin, before opening his mouth and stretching his tongue, an unnaturally long, thin thing. Its tip wrapped around her nipple and squeezed it gently. The woman moaned, the sound she made piqued with a hint of fear.

  He retracted his tongue and opened his mouth, taking in her breast and digging his teeth in, making sure he hurt her. He sucked the entire thing all the way up to her nipple, letting it slip out of his mouth with a pop. He sneaked a look up at the woman, whose face now was the shade of shame.

  He nibbled roughly on her nipple, alternating between lips, tongue, and teeth. Forcefully parting her legs, he pushed inside her sex against the fabric. She shivered and kicked the air, her lips moving as if to form a curse, but her desire betrayed her.

  The demon watched Lucretia drop on the floor like a rag doll as he let her go. Lucretia began crawling slowly away from the creature, her breathing short and ragged. Andrealphus turned her over, stopping her in her tracks. She panted, her mouth hanging open, waiting for him, as he kneeled down and sat on her chest, placing his member on her face. He saw the woman shiver with desire as it touched her lips, aching to taste it. Pulling away at the last second, he slapped her cheeks with his member.

  “Do you want this, you whore?” he said mockingly.

  He slapped her again, harder this time, as he watched her shudder and smelled the unforgettable scent of her sex. He snarled:

  “I can’t hear you begging.”

  “Please...please...please give it to—” She began to speak, but suddenly, the demon got up and slid his cock inside her mouth and she was ready for it. It filled her mouth, making her gag. She took the large member down with controlled gulps, relaxing as he grabbed her hair on both sides and started thrusting, fucking her mouth and throat; she came just then, overwhelmed with lust, her reaction familiar to him. She kicked at the air, moaning all over his member as he gave her every single inch.

  She was tearing up, unable to take the massive thing, when he pulled out at the last minute, giving her time to breathe.

  “How is that, whore?”

  Andrealphus looked at the gasping, broken woman clearly enjoying this treatment. Her expression was one of pure desire, of lust at the sound of her being called an insignificant little whore.

  “It’s...it’s good...” she muttered before Andrealphus stuffed her throat again, his entire length sliding down across her tongue in a single thrust. Her tongue stuck to his shaft, letting it go down as far as it could. Andrealphus let out an inhuman, wolfish growl as he watched her choking, gagging face, his own desire building up uncontrollably.

  “I’m about to come, whore. Do you want my cum? Do you want it?”

  He did not need to hear her screaming affirmation to know that she wanted nothing more at this moment than to swallow his sperm...

  Andraelphus sud
denly pulled out and released all over her face and breasts, bucking his hips, covering her in his fluids. She shuddered then, the demon watching her climax fiercely. The demon got up, releasing her arms from his grip. Andrealphus watched in fascination as Lucretia began to lick his cum from her breasts hungrily and wiped it off her face with her fingers and sucking them clean without a single command on his part.

  She watched him as he milked the last drops of cum from his member, letting them fall on her face, before he turned her around on her chest. She shouted out in surprise as his thumb entered her sex, making her shoot up, causing her to climax hard on his hand. He was prodding her ass with the tip of his cock when she protested:

  “No! Not there, please! I can’t take that thing in there!” But her entire body screamed out for this, unable to resist his advances. She spread her legs ever so slightly, presenting her behind to Andrealphus, showing how desperately she wanted him him even as she pretended to fight back.

  “Quiet,” he said, pushing against her insides, forcing the tip against her, the miniscule protrusions on it jamming themselves against her tight little hole and stretching it, accommodating is penetration, letting him slide in the first two inches with ease.

  “Yeesss...” Lucretia managed as she bit her lip until it bled as Andrealphus’s strokes tore into her. There was no care or method to his advance: it was just an animalistic motion; he was drilling her, pushing inside another inch, making her shiver. Feeling her orgasm building, Andrealphus began thrusting inside her harder than before.

  She was swept up in one orgasm after the other, as Andrealphus drove his member inside her, inch by inch. He watched her put up a token resistance before finally spreading her buttocks to accommodate him.

  “Look at you, spreading yourself like a proper whore. Bet you want more of this, don’t you? Bet you wish you could have another man here, so he can take care of your cunt too?”