18. Asmodeus

Brianna ruined everything. Since Brianna came to Hell that first night, I haven't been able to feed correctly. No amount of time spent in ‘The Den' can change the fact that I feel dissatisfied with every orgasm built in the building.

The Den is what the humans would refer to as a ‘strip club.' Sucubi and incubi fill the stages and surrounding areas with arousal for the demons of Hell. They feed off the completion of sex while I feed off the orgasms of both parties. It's meant to fill my power reservoir… but lately, nothing comes close to how I felt after just two of Brianna's powerful climaxes.

All my brothers have been to Earth to see her except for Satan and I. Satan won't go because he prefers Hell. But me? I haven't gone because of the way she yelled at me. I can't control the way she reacts to my voice, my touch. Yes, I infused my touch with some power, but only enough to get her to her peak quicker.

I don't understand her point of view. Her orgasms were great! Briana was practically comatose after each one! Why was it a problem that I used a little power to help her along?

With every orgasm happening around me, I could feel the essence filling my soul, and yet… it wasn't enough. I don't think it will ever be enough ever again.

It probably doesn't help that I beg for scraps of her from my brothers. Nothing compares to the real thing.

Sending out feelers, I search for aura, just to see what she's doing… I'm not pathetic, I promise.

I feel her surrounded by life, but I can't make out any specific auras around her. It's not dimmed but blocked. Only an angel can block their essence.

Immediately, I am up and headed towards the towers. It takes only minutes to find Lucifer in our joint office space, working on a tablet. "How was she?"

My voice in the quiet makes Lucifer jump. "How is who?" he says, still focusing on the tablet.

"Brianna. You were just with her, right?"

The question makes him freeze before turning. His voice is lowered as he says, "explain."

What does he mean? "I just put out a feeler for her aura…. Everything around her was dimmed, so I assumed you were with her since only angels can hide their presence."

"No! I fucking wasn't with her!" Pride focuses back on his tablet for a few moments. "She's still on the list for reincarnation." He looks off in the distance, unfocused. I can only assume that he's searching for Brianna's essence as well.

When his eyes focus again, he stands from his desk, throwing his chair backwards. "Fucking Jophiel!" A portal opens behind me, and he flies through, closing it behind him.

"Great talk!" I yell out into the empty space. "Asshat." My mumble only reaches my ears as I take the stairs to the fourth floor. My floor is shared with Wrath and Gluttony, both of which have wings. I'm on even ground with them because my beast like athleticism allows me to jump high and far. I could get to our floor from the outside balcony by jumping if I wanted to.

Satan is in his room with his door open as I pass. "What are you doing?" He's lying on his bed, staring off into space.

"Waiting." I walk into his room and lie next to him on his bed.

"For?" His room is filled with weapons, which is ironic seeing as he only ever uses his pitchfork. My room is filled with sex toys, so I guess I can't really say anything. To each their own.

"Brianna." His eyes don't stray from their gaze on the ceiling, but he can obviously sense my confusion. "Mammon stole her necklace this morning. Her rage was the most intoxicating thing I have ever felt. She'll come here to steal it back and I can't wait to see my Lady filled with wrath." He turns to me, a lustful smirk on his black lips. "And she will be filled with Wrath."

Laughing, I playfully push him out of his own bed. "Let me watch?"

My words were meant as a joke, but Satan could hear the mild desperation. "No." The pout on my face may look fake, but honestly? I wish I could be around her. I need to feed off her! Wrath must take pity on me. "Not the first time I fuck her… but after? Absolutely."

I jump over his bed and onto him, my legs wrapping around his waist. I give him a slobbery kiss on his cheek and then let go, running away towards my room. He will catch me within moments, his wings quicker than my legs. When I make it to my room, I turn to close the door behind me and see Satan at the stairs, a wide smile on his face. "She's here."

I follow close behind, as we run down the steps to the floor below. Satan pushes his way into Sloth's room, only to stop abruptly, causing me to run into him. I push hm out of the doorway, hoping to get a glimpse of Bree.

She's sitting on Belphegor's lap in his bed, her attention on Beelzebub as he speaks across from her. What I would give to have her in my lap again.

"Santa!" A small human runs around Gluttony and into Wrath's arms.

"Hey, kid." Satan lifts the kid up onto his shoulders. The child's face can barely be seen over his ram horns. "My Lady." His voice is dripping with lust. I'm pissed that I can't feed off it.

But I can feed from Brianna. "Hello, Devil." Her voice matches his, the emotion washing over me. Gorgeous green eyes turn to me. Her face scrunches, as though displeased but the lust in her eyes remains. Brianna may despise me, but her body remembers everything I could do for her. "Lust."

I give her a nod of acknowledgement, remembering the way she reacted to my words. I also remember the scolding I received afterwards. If she has a problem with my voice, then I won't speak to her. Or touch her, no matter how much I wish to.

Brianna snuggles in closer to Sloth. "So, they tell me you fought with Leviathan?"

"We had a battle that he lost, yes." Smug bastard.

"A battle?" The question came from the kid on Satan's shoulder. "Like soldiers? My grandpa was a soldier! You know, his name is Rellick, too." The boy's hands are gripping Satan's horns tight as he talks so enthusiastically. "Right, Mommy? He died in a battle." Rellick doesn't wait for Brianna to answer before continuing. "I don't like battles. But I like wrestling. I'm going to be a wrestler when I get bigger. Did you know that?"

Wow. This kid can talk. "A wrestler? I love to wrestle!" Watching this giant red and black devil play with this small human child is definitely an experience. Who would have ever thought?

"Why don't y'all go wrestle?" Brianna is smiling, her eyes focused on the same thing as me. "I'll find you a little later, okay?"

"Sure thing, Sin." Satan does a mock salute and Rellick copies as they turn to leave.

Brianna's gaze focuses on me once more. "That meant you too, Lust."

I want to speak to her, but I don't want her to be mad at the effect my voice will have. Fuck it. "Asmodeus."

At the simple word, Brianna's legs rub against each other and her pupils' blow. I didn't infuse any power into my voice, yet I know it wont make any difference to her. She was already worked up with her two mates together with her. My voice isn't helping anything other than her arousal. "Asmodeus."

If my voice causes problems for her, she has no idea what her voice does to me. Especially with her saying my name out of those luscious pink lips? I could climax just from hearing her speak. She could be talking about the grossest things, but I would happily listen and be turned on by her. "I love the way you say my name."

"Stop talking." Her breaths are starting to become heavy. I've only said one sentence! "Leave." I don't move. She may not want me to touch her but she's damned if she thinks I won't watch. "Please," she begs.

I shake my head, a smirk on my face. I see what she clearly didn't want as her lustful thoughts are broadcasted in my mind. Brianna is currently thinking a multitude of things revolving around her be surrounded by Sins. "Let me watch." Her eyes widen in surprise at my request. "I promise not to touch."

She thinks it over for a minute, then points to a chair in the corner of the room. "You sit and you don't speak." I give her a mock salute, making my way over to the designated spot. I flip the chair and straddle it, giving Brianna a full view of how hard I am for her in my pants.

She licks her lips, then surprises me. "You don't touch." I already said I wouldn't. And how am I supposed to touch her from over here? "Hands behind your head." Oh. Don't touch myself.

I keep my snout closed, hiding my smile. Brianna doesn't know that I can't feed off my own orgasms. Only hers. I interlock my fingers behind my head and lick my lips.

"Ready when you are, Love."