36. Asmodeus

I shouldn't be in the throne room at this ungodly hour surrounded by my horrendous brothers talking of nothing of consequence. I should be back on Earth, in Bree's bed, surrounded by her arms. And maybe her legs.

But no. These fucking douchebags forced me into the throne room for a "meeting" about stupid punishments. I don't give a shit about punishments right now! I shouldn't even be awake!

Granted, we have this meeting every seventh morning but it's never this early. Even if they were this early, I don't actually need to be here. My punishments are more fun than most and they haven't changed since I started handing them out.

This meeting is a formality at best and just a way for my brothers to piss me off. They knew where I was.

"Something bothering you?" I turn to my right glare at Satan. I can almost guarantee that it was him who decided I needed to be here.

"Don't fucking talk to me, you red bastard. I could be with Bree right now, but no. You had to ruin it for me." I was sulking and I didn't care.

He gives a small chuckle, but it's not filled with his usual cockiness or mischief. "If anyone knows how much you want to be around her, it's me. I wouldn't take that opportunity from you." I don't answer him, though I know he's speaking the truth. Wrath doesn't ever feel the need to lie when the truth is normally fueled by rage. "How is she?"

I scoff at his audacity. "Like you don't know?" Satan and I are closer than brothers. He's my best friend and we don't keep anything from each other. It's rare that we don't share. I'm aware he told Bree that they are bonded so I know all about their telepathic conversations.

"She's blocked me out." His words are morose, his tone depressing. "Hasn't talked to me all week."

"What'd you do?" Obviously, he did something. Not that Bree is innocent; she's hanging out with us, but for her to learn to block him out? Something drastic had to have happened. His gaze focuses on Gluttony for half a second, not long enough for anyone to notice but I do. "Would you like to explain what Beel did for her to block out you?"

He gives a small sigh, wiping a tattooed hand down his face. "She knows." There are literally so many things that she is supposed to know. "That we all bonded with her. She asked Gluttony a direct question and he ignored it for some stupid reason, and she blocked us all out."

Should I feel bad for them? No. They all had the opportunity to tell her what was going on. And while Satan actually asked her if she wanted to be bonded, he never told her about the others.

I'm still currently trying to get out of the doghouse that I put myself in the first night Mammon brought her here. When I made her orgasm with just my voice and a brief touch of my fingertips.

That was such a good night! But last night was just as amazing if not more so. To just hold her and feel her against me? It was better than the power rush I get from any orgasms.

I WANT TO BE BACK THERE!

Due to the fact that I was forced here, I am physically unable to leave until this stupid meeting has been adjourned. At this point, I'm counting down the seconds until I can be back with Bree.

One thousand, three hundred and ninety-three seconds. Twenty-three minutes and thirteen seconds I counted until I could leave. That's not taking into consideration the hour we had already been there when the meeting started.

The moment Lucifer stood from his throne to leave; I was ready to portal to Earth. To Bree.

Satan stops my exit with a hand on my shoulder. "Make sure that she's okay." He pauses for a brief second, looking at the rest of the room then turning back to me. "And tell her that I apologize for keeping the truth from her." I clap my hand against his arm in acknowledgment then portal back to the Bree's bedroom.

Being that it was early when I was ripped away, I'm hoping that Bree is still sleeping, and I can just crawl into bed with her once again. There's a lump under the blanket that I assume is her, so I quietly move to the side of the bed and lift the blanket, placing it over myself. I don't gather her close or cuddle her, content just being next to her. She needs the rest after yesterday and I don't want to wake her.

Clearly, I was too late for that, though. The moment I settle into the mattress, Bree shoves the blanket off the bed and straddles my hips directly over my cock, wearing the smallest pink lace negligée I've ever seen. What the fuck is happening?

"Where did you go?" Her voice is a sultry whine as her nails rake through the fur on my chest. "I missed you." She leans forward, intentionally rubbing her pussy against my hardening length to kiss my snout.

I sit frozen for a moment, her hands now to the waistband of my shorts, playing with the elastic and teasing the head of my cock. It isn't until she wraps her small hand around the base that the blood rushes back to my brain. "Wait." I flip us over so that she is on her back and jump off the bed. "What's going on?" Bree sits up in a submissive position, her ass on her heels and her knees apart, giving me the perfect view of her soaking wet pussy. "What are you wearing?" I groan. The baby pink lace negligee cups her breast perfectly, two little white hearts covering her nipples. The rest of the lace flows down to her hips.

One of her hands moves from her hip to between her voluptuous breasts, her fingertips gliding across the skin. "Don't you like it? I picked this color especially for you." I don't move from my spot next to the bed. I can only stare at her in awe. I'm fucking paralyzed when she crawls to me, standing before me so we're at eye level with each other. "Why aren't you touching me?"

"Are you okay?" Obviously, I've touched her too much in the twenty-four hours. She never wants my touch or for me to speak because she doesn't like the effects of my power. I've tried to keep it under control, but did I let some slip?

Her sultry smile turns into a pout. "Are you not into it?" She takes a step back on the bed, away from me.

Oh, fuck no!I can't have her thinking I'm not into her. That I'm not completely into this.

I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull, making her fall flat on her back. I crouch over her, making sure not to touch her other than my hands on her thighs, and say "I am totally into this. I just want to make sure you are actually wanting it and that this isn't a reaction to me accidentally letting out power."

Bree's smirk is back as she looks up at me from under her eyelashes. Her arms reach up and wrap around my neck, her legs around my waist, and she pulls me down on top of her. "This is definitely not your power, but I have enough lust for both of us." Fingernails scratch right behind my ears, and I fall limp on top of her. I didn't realize that would feel so good! "I want you to fuck me in this form, but I also want to kiss you and I don't know how."

My brain and my cock are on two separate wavelengths right now. Upstairs is filled with images of taking my time and exploring her whole body while downstairs just wants to be inside her.

Her fingernails haven't stopped scratching my scalp, and I can't think while she does that. I can't think while she does any of this. I feel like I have no control over this situation. I'm the submissive right now, just here for the ride.

With my body fully relaxed, it's incredibly easy for Bree to flip us over. It takes no time for her to push my shorts down and grab hold of my thick red member. "I was right!" Her grip tightens around me for a second, holding me in place as she spits over my cock. Fucking Hell! I have never been more turned on in my life. She spreads her saliva all over, focusing on the knot at the base of my cock. "I had a feeling you'd have this and I'm so happy I was right."

"Read a lot of wolf porn, do you?" I grab her hips and lift her over me, placing the head of my cock at her entrance. Slowly, I lower her onto me, taking my time to make sure she's stretched and not hurting. I don't want anything about this to be painful for her.

Bree throws her head back, her moan growing louder with every inch I put inside her. I'm not very long; only six inches or so, but that doesn't include my knot or take into consideration how thick I already am without it. I want her to relax. "Can I use my power, Love? I just want to make sure I don't hurt you."

At her head nod, I focus my power into my thumb and place it against her clit, rubbing in slow circles. Within seconds, she screams, her hands landing on my chest to hold herself upright. Her pussy gushes, flooding our hips with her juices, and contracts around me. So fucking good!

I won't last. Especially with her orgasm feeding my power like the best hit of ecstasy. I need more!

I don't stop my slow circles on her clit, giving her a taste of the power she's feeding me. Bree's only halfway down and already I feel like I will explode. I need to be all the way inside her. I refuse to cum like a prepubescent child during his first jerking session.

Pinching her clit, I shove myself in up to my knot, saving that for later. Her thighs shake against me as she clamps down on an already tight fit. I blow inside her, pumping shallowly since her cunt doesn't want to let go of its hold.

Her head is thrown back, her screaming moans piercing my delicate eardrums. I'm still rock solid inside her though I just came, and I refuse to leave. Her orgasms are feeding me almost to the point of overdosing. I've never been this full from just one being. "I've been dreaming of being inside you since that first night." Her hazy green eyes focus on me, pupils blown. "I may have just cum but we're not even close to finished."

I flip us over after she's gained some semblance of clarity, pulling out for long enough to put her on her hands and knees before sliding back in. From this position, I can see the slope of her back and the perfect curve of her ass. I can also see the hidden drawer in her nightstand and a small vibrator shining in the sunlight from the window.

Things just got a hell of a lot better. I keep myself inside her as I reach over and open the drawer. It's not just a small little bullet in there. Oh no. Three dildos varying in size, two bullets, batteries, lube, an anal plug, and in the back? A creature cock that could be a perfect replica of my dick.

So, that's why she wanted to fuck me in my demon form. "Have a fetish, do you?"

"Says the demon that put me in ‘doggy style.' Could you be any more predictable?" Her small chuckle causes her pussy to contract around me.

"I accept your challenge." Because that's what her statement was. She won't know anything about anything in a couple of hours. "Safeword?" She turns to look at me in confusion. "I know you know what a safeword is, Love. You read porn."

"I read smut. And I do know what a safeword is. Do you think I'll actually need one?" I lift a brow in response. She'll need a lot of things, actually. "Red. I use the stoplight method." Easy enough to remember.

"Thank you," I whisper against her neck while I place a kiss on her shoulder. When I sit back up, it's with a bullet in my hand, turning it on against her clit. I don't need my power anymore when I have her toys.

I don't move, letting her fuck herself against me while I keep the vibrator on the lowest setting. It's not getting her off, only teasing her. I switch the bullet to my other hand and keep it still while I reach for the lube and anal plug.

With her infinitely frustrated, I drop the bullet against the bed. I squirt lube against her little puckered hole, and use my thumb to massage it in, barely breaching past it. "Relax, Love." If she can't relax on her own, I'll use my power, but I want to know that she can do it.

She needs to be prepared because Satan and I share. Everything.

Bree takes a deep breath, relaxing her whole body as she exhales. "Good girl," I coo as my thumb slides in with little resistance. I spread the lube with my thumb, then spread it on the plug before asking to repeat her deep breath. The plug slides in and she contracts around it, squeezing me along with it. It's a tight fit in her little body but she can take it. I pick up the bullet, and press it against her clit once more, this time on a higher setting. Seventeen seconds later, her pussy floods in orgasm.

"Yeah, Love. Just like that." I switch positions after every orgasm, never giving her time to come down from the high.

I also grow bigger in size with each orgasm she feeds me. "Yellow," she says after the sixth one.

I switch her into missionary, making sure we have eye contact. "What's wrong?"

"Are you getting bigger?" I nod my head slowly, worried about what she's asking. "Take the plug out. I'm over-sensitive and you getting bigger is starting to hurt."

Understandable. I give her a quick lick between her breasts, still encased in the pretty lace negligee. Asking her to take another deep breath, I slowly pull the plug out on her exhale. Her body relaxes a little and I decide to make this her last one.

"Okay?" She nods her head and I start to thrust slowly into her. This one wont be like all the others. I'm not fucking her anymore. This is past lust now. I could love her. No, I do love her.

Halfway through our lovemaking, I switch forms; though I keep my knotted cock, and kiss her. It's intimate in a way I've never felt before. I could live on just her forever. Our mouths didn't let up the entire time and I swallowed every sound she made. When I feel her on the cusp, I finally push myself all the way in. She explodes, my knot keeping us locked together as I blow right behind her.

Turning, I put us back in the original position that started this whole thing. Her body relaxes on top of mine as I rub her back with one hand and massage her scalp with the other. I feel her breathing even out, so I lay her back on the bed and get up to go to the bathroom.

I stop in front of Rellick's bedroom door. FUCK! I forgot about the kid! Bree was not quiet! Unless he's a deep sleeper, we totally woke him up. Slowly, I open his bedroom door and look inside.

He's not there. I throw the door open completely, seeing that Rellick is not in his room. I run to the bathroom to check; empty. Living room, kitchen, back into Bree's room. All empty!

I don't want to wake Bree up, but this is serious. What if he thought I was hurting her and left?! "Love?" I crawl into bed next to her, gently shaking her. "Bree?"

She must here the franticness in my voice because she jolts awake. "What's wrong? Is it Rellick?" Instead of getting up to search the apartment like I did, she reaches for her phone on the nightstand. "I don't have any messages. Did Josie or Mera call me?"

My brain is slow to catch up. "Do they have him?" My entire body relaxes at her nod. Thank fuck! "I couldn't find him, and I freaked."

"Aww. You were worried about him?" limply, she crawls until she's lying against my chest.

Placing my hand on her scalp, I wrap my fingers in her hair and bring her mouth to mine. "Now, I'm worried about you," I say against her mouth as I end the kiss. Lifting her in my arms, I carry us to the front door, saying the witchy words needed to transfer us to Hell House. I walk downstairs into her bedroom and lay her on the bed. "Don't move," I command. Turning to the hot tub in the corner, I start to fill it with hot water. I throw a handful of bath salts in the tub along with some oils that are made for muscle relief. Once it's filled enough to cover the jets, I turn off the water.

Moving to the bed, I grab the lace and gently lift it over Bree's head. Kissing her forehead, cheeks, and nose, I save her mouth for last. I don't want to get carried away because she needs aftercare. I never really cared about it, but I would do anything to make sure that Bree is happy and healthy.

Placing her in the tub, I sit across from her and turn on the jets. I lift her right foot and begin to massage the sole.

My body is brimming with so much power that I feel like my skin is burning. I expel my power as calming rather than brimming with lust into Bree, watching her slip father into the water. "That feels so good," she groans.

I massage her foot for a few minutes longer until she speaks again. "Beast?" Her voice is tentative, putting me on edge.

"Yes, Love?" I focus my attention on her, switching her feet so I have the left one now.

She bites her lip and looks away, before steeling her shoulders and staring me dead in the eyes. "Did you brand me?"

I pause my ministrations, her words taking a second to fully reach me. "No. I didn't," I hedge. I decided not to though it's what I want more than anything at the moment. Satan said she blocked them all out and I have a feeling it had to do with the brands. And her knowing nothing about them.

Her eyes drop for a second, uncertainty in her gaze. "Because you didn't want to?"

Excuse me? Didn't want to?

I must make a face or something because her next words are said with attitude. "All the others branded me during sex. You didn't. And you're the fucking King of Lust. Is that all you wanted? Did I give in?"

"Stop." My voice is filled with venom, making her eyes go wide with a little fear. "You're right," I say, calmer than before. "They did all brand you during sex. And you blocked them out of your head the moment you found out."

A small flicker of guilt is quickly extinguished. "They should have told me."

"Satan did." I refuse to apologize for him because he's grown and can do it himself. But he's still my best friend. My brother. I can't help but advocate for him. "And he's blocked out too."

"Because I just needed a week to figure my head out! To figure out what I wanted!" Her foot tenses in my hand, reminding me that I was supposed to be massaging her.

I start up again, making sure that she's relaxing, as I ask the most important question I've ever asked anyone. "Well, you've had a week. What do you want?"

Bree lies her head back against the tub for a second, closing her eyes and breathing deep. Eventually, she looks up, determination in her vibrant green eyes. "I want you to brand me."

I know my smile is salacious as I growl out, "with pleasure." I bring her foot up to my mouth, placing my lips against the inside of her ankle. I split my power into two separate points. One to my tongue while I lick my brand onto her leg, and the other to my thumb massaging her arch to fill her body with enough pleasure to take away the pain.

The feeling of our bond settling into place is more potent than any of the orgasms she's had in the past three hours. I decide to test it out, to see how strong it is.

I love you.

Her eyes gleam with warmth, a genuine smile from ear to ear lighting up her face.

I think I love you, too, Asmodeus.