Asmodeus - Demon of Lust: Pt. 03bysteelkat29©
When I wake, I am confused. This doesn't feel like my bed. My body is sore and when I shift my legs slightly a spasm of pain rushes through me from my womb. My skin is chilled and feels odd, but I can't yet place my discomfort. It doesn't take me long to figure it out though. Why the fuck am I naked? My vision is blurred and my eyes feel itchy and painfully dry. Did I forget to remove my contacts last night? I make a move to rub my eyes. As soon as I lift my hand I feel something tighten around my waist. I freeze, horror halting even my breathing as I realize the thing holding me is an arm. The strong arm pulls me backwards while I lie helpless on my side. Soft, warm skin covering hard muscle presses into my back, using the arm to form a fleshy cage around my body; and all the while I am frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. It's only when a firm thigh drapes over my legs and I feel something soft brush against my bottom that I begin to scream.
Oh God, I've been raped! My screams tear through my throat and I fight hard to get away from the naked man behind me. When he tightens his grip even further I curl my body inwards and bite his forearm as hard as I can. A soft growl of pain echoes into my left ear but the man does not release me. The dry contact lenses continue to hinder my vision but I can still make out blurry shapes and colours. When I look at the arm still clamped onto me I see red blood seeping from black skin.
Black skin? Even in my panicked state I find this odd.
Still struggling, I start kicking my legs out and wriggling my body more violently. Bitter tears burn my eyes as they fall and my screaming has morphed into wails of despair. The man loosens his hold slightly as I sob and it takes me a while to realise that his other hand is softly stroking my hair, almost as if he is trying to soothe me. This, oddly, does soothe me and I calm down just enough to hear him speak my name.
"Selena," he whispers again, "do not be afraid my love. Calm yourself; for no harm shall befall you while I still breathe."
That voice... so deep and gentle; it makes me tremble with longing. I stop struggling and take a deep breath. My vision has cleared somewhat and I look down at his arm again. It isn't black, but a mosaic of moving colours, swirling beneath red tattoos. I've seen this before... in a dream perhaps?
Yes, last night in my dream of need, lust and passion. My body was taken by a demon, my lover, my King...
Suddenly everything comes flooding back. It wasn't a dream, last night was real. I clasp my hands onto his injured arm, wiping away the blood from the wound I created and lean down to kiss it.
"Asmodeus," I beg, speaking into his arm, "forgive me."
I ask this not because I'm afraid of him but because I am genuinely mortified that I hurt him and worse, that I forgot him, if only for a moment.
He stops stroking my hair and slips his arm under my body. Shifting his other arm lower, he hooks it behind my knees and pulls me toward him, cradling me like a baby. I lay my head in his chest, filled with shame, my tears leaking onto his bare torso. He releases my legs but brings his own thigh up to support me so that I am still curled up and close to him. Cupping my face with his free left hand, he turns it toward his and captures my mouth in a sweet kiss. His hand drops away from my face and slides smoothly along my body, stopping at my round rump. He gives it a sharp squeeze and the brief pain sends a jolt of pleasure racing through my heart. Our mouths move with frenzied excitement and I feel my arousal growing. I laugh against his lips as I feel his arousal as well, stiffening so very close to my centre of pleasure.
Looking up at him I am amazed that this is really happening. Here I am, in the arms of a man who is not a man at all and we are in sync, in perfect harmony with each other. Not even twenty-four hours ago, I was in my own bed at home, cold and terribly lonely. Twenty doesn't seem like an old age, but to me, without someone I could love and who would love me back, it has felt like a lifetime. I have watched the people around me fall in and out of love, laugh and cry in its name, and all the while I lamented the fact that I had never loved at all. There were so many times I would look at my life and despair, wondering if I would always be alone. Now, here, in his arms; my heart swells with joy and thuds sweetly against my lover's. I feel an overwhelming rush of pure love for him -- (ironically) this demon who abducted me in the night -- and it brings tears to my eyes again.
I press my lips hard against his once more, hoping I can convey everything I feel for him with it.
"Thank you." I say out loud.
"For what, my Selena?" he purrs, his eyes burning so beautifully.
"You know already, my King."
"I have shown you only the minimum of what you deserve and I assure you my dear, you deserve much more. Come with me now, my pet, I shall bestow upon you a few tokens of my affection."
He makes to move but I stop him.
"Wait." I say, placing a palm on his chest. "I don't need any gifts. This, right here, is enough for me.
"Although," I consider, my cheeks burning, "I could do with some clothes."
He laughs that gorgeous laugh of his and I feel the heat radiating from my face; my blush has always been unusually red for my chocolate coloured skin. Thoroughly embarrassed, I slap his chest lightly and hide my steaming face there again.
"Don't laugh at me," I protest playfully, looking up again, "I'm serious!"
But I say it with a smile on my lips, so I don't think he believes me.
He pulls me in closer and pokes a finger into a deep dimple in my cheek.
"Were it just I who would look upon you, I would have you bare before me always my sweet. Alas, others would see that which belongs to me and they shall not have the privilege of seeing all of you. Your body is for my pleasure and mine alone, which is fortunate for you. I will provide you with everything you require."
"Yay, lucky me, I get clothes." It's ridiculous to think that this tiny detail is even up for discussion. One with think that new clothes would be a given considering how my old ones were rendered useless. Then again, why should I expect anything from the demon who's keeping me as his personal sex toy? I'm not angry though, quite on the contrary, I find his words strangely erotic.
"Yes; lucky you indeed, my Selena." He says, with a wicked glint in his eye.
I don't think he caught my sarcasm.
"Come, I will procure your clothing."
He makes a move to get up again, dragging me with him like a ragdoll. I stop him again though, clearing my throat, remembering something he seems to have forgotten.
"So," I start casually, "you don't want me to, er... take care of your... um, friend down here first?"
I stretch my leg out slowly and rub my calf lightly against his... friend.
He seizes my thigh swiftly in his large, strong hand and pulls me left a little so that I am centred on his chest. Taking this as my signal, I spread my legs wider to straddle his hips. As soon as I part my knees though, another sharp stab of pain races through my core. I hiss at the sting and stop moving. It seems that I am still a bit sore from last night. It saddens me that my body will not allow me to fulfil the promise I made with my actions and playful words.
Suddenly, Asmodeus turns us over so that now he is on top of me, and I fret that he is going to just take what he wants. He doesn't enter my still sensitive body though. Instead he slides down the bed quickly and stops with his face hovering over my sex, his hands clamped onto my thighs, tenderly pulling them apart.
Ah, this looks familiar.
Dipping his head down, he runs his tongue slowly over the soft folds of my opening. His sensuous soft tongue moves like deliciously hot water, flowing over and around my little nub. Whatever his mouth touches becomes wet with his fluids and mine. When he moves, a shiver expands through me from the place he last was, as the wet skin cools in the soft breeze that is his breathing. He laps up everything my body offers and my breathing speeds as my pleasure increases.
His tongue is beginning its invasion into me now and I feel no pain. All I can register is the amazingly alien feel of his mouth on my sex and one of his hands sliding up to squeeze my ass. My hips jolt as I moan loud and long, trying to regulate my breathing; and failing. He's just too damn good at this. Its amazing how he knows just what to do and just where to- Ahhhh.....
His tongue slips out of my body and his sharp teeth graze lightly against my clit. My gut tightens with pleasure and my chest constricts. Fuck that feels so good.
His amazing mouth creates contrasting versions of pleasure within me, making my body weak and strong both. Soon, very soon, he has me mewling like a kitten and clawing at the sheets like a tigress, affording me so much pleasure that I can barely stand it. My legs shake even as they tighten around my lover and my mind does not know whether to shut down or revel in the intensity that is the pleasure he gives me. I feel as if I'm going to explode and, as he sucks hard on my clit one last time, I do.
A small rush of warmth flows from me and onto his waiting lips as I climax hard, throwing my head back and arching my body off the bed. My legs clamp onto his broad shoulders and my scream of ecstasy echoes through the cavern. An uncontrollable shudder reverberates up from my toes to my shoulders and the sound of it rushes in my ears. When I slump back onto the bed I pant heavily and release my death-grip on the sheets. My clitoris throbs wonderfully and every little jolt sends more pleasure racing through my veins. Finally my breathing slows and all the exquisite tension of my release drains away from my body as I relax.
Moaning with delight, I reach down for my King and pull at his shoulders until he moves back up and pulls me onto his hard body again. I swear I could remain like this forever, my lust satisfied and resting on the chest of my beloved.
"You healed me, didn't you?" I whisper, gingerly shifting my legs again, pleased that the pain is gone.
"Would you like to finish what I started?"
I am spent, exhausted from the superb treatment of my body but I cannot keep taking my gratification while he suffers without his. I move my hand down his chest, my touch slow and teasing. Trailing my fingers lower still, I reach out and gently stroke his magnificent tool.
He pulls my hand away like he did last night, though gently this time, and holds it in his above his heart.
I am hurt by this. Doesn't he want me to please him?
"Later, love. I want your body not your hands."
This time, when he moves, I don't protest. My face is flushed with embarrassment from being rejected by the Demon of Lust himself. My throat closes and tears threaten to spill. When he lifts me up, cradling me close once more, I turn my head away, hoping he does not notice the wetness on my cheeks. What is wrong with me? My moods are all over the place and I feel like an over-emotional fool. I should not be crying over such a small and stupid thing.
Asmodeus ignores me; he must have sensed my ridiculous insecurities and is allowing me time to work through them quietly. He stands still, holding me in his arms and breathing steadily into my hair. Another flood of warm love rushes through me for him and my tears dry up. What the hell was I just crying about anyway?
To divert my thoughts I look up at my demon and ask about him; his long life, his brothers and God, whether or not He really exists.
Sighing, Asmodeus starts walking. As he walks, with me staring up into his face from my perch in his arms, he begins to speak.
"We do not call our parent god; that is a word you humans came up with to define the indefinable. No word can be accurately used to either name or explain your god. The most accurate human term would perhaps be the Creator. Crude as it is, the word can be used to label the being that created something out of nothing."
"So He exists then?" I ask, mesmerised by the wonderful storyteller timbre his voice has taken, as well; of course, by the epic story being told.
"The Creator is neither a He nor a She and yet, is both. Order and Chaos combined, the Great One created time itself from the infinite void of nothingness. How, He|She came to be, is in and of itself a conundrum, for this Creator was borne of the cataclysm which also gave birth to time. This makes the Great One, His|Her own Mother and Father both, a feat that no other creature in this universe can boast."
Awestruck, I process his words slowly and he is patient, pausing what I know will be a long story so that I can follow it. Curious about his words a number of questions spring to mind.
"Humans haven't got it all wrong then, have we? Your explanation reminds me of a Greek myth; the one that explains the big bang."
"I am not familiar with human mythology." He answers, sounding amused. "Enlighten me."
Annoyed, I give him the short version.
"Basically, it talks about how the Mother Goddess Gaia made the Earth from the void," I smile up at him, "from chaos."
He is unfazed and certainly not impressed.
"The Great One has many names. I suppose Guy-ee-ah shall suffice also."
"Its Gaia, but enough about that; tell me about angels." I request with relish. If demons exist then angels must too.
Now, he looks annoyed but continues regardless.
"From the Creator's right hand, strong and just sprang forth His|Her Seven enforcers, the Archangels of Order. From His|Her left hand, dark and soulful the Princes of Destruction were born, surrendering to Chaos and her charms. Neither race was like their Mother|Father, but was likened each, to only one of the two sides which make up their Parent."
"When did He, I mean She-" I stop, trying hard to change twenty years of false conceptions concerning the divine. "How did the Creator, well... create humans? Are they closer to Order or Chaos?"
"You humans say that your god created man in his image. This is truer than anything you will ever learn, for humans were borne of the Creator's very heart. We, His|Her original children, Angels and Demons alike will never again experience His|Her touch; we will never kneel before Our Creator for we cannot ascend as humans can. We were not made in the Great One's image and therefore are bound for eternity to either Order or Chaos." His voice is all bitterness and grief.
Eyes wide, rubbing soothing circles on his chest I ask gently, "What do you mean?"
"The Creator's gift to humanity, at the dawn of your creation, was the gift of choice. This choice enabled you to transcend the bonds of both sides and live short yet balanced lives in which Order and Chaos are One within you. This union gives you the opportunity to choose between right and wrong, and good and evil.
"You love, hate and sin, as well as pray, fear and overcome while we, who were born immortal are shackled by the circumstances of our birth. For an Angel can neither love nor hate; while a Demon will never find detachment or peace. Neither side is good nor evil as you humans would believe. Creatures such as myself, trapped in either Order or Chaos become the embodiment of whichever Force they are attached to, making them nothing more and nothing less than vessels for Order and Chaos to work through so that a balance of sorts may be preserved."
"You're a demon though, don't evil humans get sent to you? Doesn't that in turn make you evil?"
"Is a human jailer evil just because those he guards are? Yes, I am a demon, who sends forth my sin to tempt humans towards the side of Chaos. I am however, just continuing the task appointed to me by my Mother|Father, at the moment the first human drew breath. Again, love, let me emphasize that I just tempt humans; it is their choice whether or not they follow. Chaos is a part of me; it allows me love and hate both."
I open my mouth to interrupt again, but he shushes me and continues.
"No, before you ask, love and hate are not opposites but rather like two sides of a single coin. Both are chaotic in their own ways and by that characteristic, it is impossible for the Angels to feel either. Order makes them indifferent to everything and everyone but our Lord, though even He|She they cannot love. They want for nothing but need to be in the glorious presence of the Creator again, a goal they will never attain, no matter how much they pray."
"That is so sad." I murmur, "What is the point in such a life? For Angels and Demons both I mean; it seems unfair that you have to live immortal half-lives. I am truly sorry."
I mean my words whole heartedly and if my Demon King's words are true (I don't see why he would lie) then it means that he will never find enlightenment. Now, I understand his little joke earlier. Nothing I or anyone else says will ever allow him to be whole or to meet his beloved Creator. He is stuck here forever, watching over the damned whose souls will all eventually "ascend" to meet the Great One, no matter what evil they have committed in the past.
"Do not pity me human!" His words are harsh and menacing. "I am a demon, not some sniveling boy. You would be wise to remember so in the future."
Confused at his sudden change of tone, I cower as far as I possibly can in his arms and try to control my racing heart.
"I- I'm sorry." I stutter, unsure what else to say. I have seen him angry before, but never at me.
His face softens a little and he rubs my arm reassuringly.
"Do not be love. Never apologize for being what you are. Likewise, as much as my words seem to have upset you, I will not apologize for them either. I am what I am, as you are what you are. You are a human, with human emotion but I am a monster, a child of Chaos herself and I make no apologies. As such, I warn you now that I possess a horrendous temper, which flares at the best of times. Do not take my anger to heart for I shall not harm you. As I have revealed, demons can love as easily as they hate and can manage both faster than humans. I already love you, my Selena; do not fear me."
My trembling stops and I hug him close. Again I find myself wondering, what do I say to that?
"Do not say the words unless you mean them my pet, I know that when one human professes their love, the other must do the same, but I am not human, so I do not need sweet lies to satisfy my ego. Your caution stems from the part of you which is allied with order. You are only human and should not feel ashamed."
Considering this carefully I answer.
"I do feel... love for you, but I don't think I am in love you just yet." I wince, the words sound cruel.
"Do not feel guilty my love. You have spoken the truth and that is all I ask."
He stops walking and gently places me onto the hard floor. I am unsteady on my feet for a few seconds and take a hold of his arm to right myself. Looking around I see that we are in yet another empty cave.
"Are you sure you stopped at the right place? I don't see any clothes."
He laughs and gestures into the empty space.
"Are you sure you have searched properly? Look again." That mischievous glint has returned to his eyes and my playful demon is back, all serious talk forgotten.
Smiling, my eyes sweep the cave and again find nothing.
"Nope," I say, "I don't see any-"
Out of the corner of my eye something glints in the unnatural red light of the cavern. Whipping my head around, I see that it is a stone chest of sorts, with iron detailing. With an approving nod from Asmodeus, I take a hesitant step towards the mysterious new object.