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She watched him, sweat sliding down the side of her face,
tickling her throat and dripping down her cleavage. A low groan gathered from
the depths of her from the overpowering need to have this male. His firm butt
tightened with his movements and she wanted to launch herself at his ass and
bite down. The evidence of his desire, stiff and erect, lured her eyes to it,
mocking her. She wanted to take him inside her. Liquid streamed down her
thighs. The need filled her, the Calling consumed her. She threw her head back,
thrashing and moaning, unable to bear the ecstasy and hunger.

The strain on his part to hold back was evident on his sharp
face. She fought the invisible chains but couldn’t move. He reached out and
traced the slope of her shoulder. She cried out and thrust out her chest, her
nipples hard. She inhaled his musky, spiced scent. Slowly he unbuttoned her
shirt.

“Please,” she whimpered.

Delicately he pinched a nipple and she screamed in pleasure.
Every touch, every breath sent chills through her veins. He held his face in a
firm mask as he explored her body with feathery touches, causing her to squirm,
writhe and buck. When he pulled off her underwear and found the warm, wet folds
of her clit and slid his finger into her, she shuddered and went limp, held up
only by the spell that locked her in place, filled with the slow, gliding
movement of that one finger as it slid in and out of her. She sank into the
movement, her pussy throbbing. She needed him. She had to have him.

Slowly he brought it up to his lips and tasted her juices
with his tongue.

“Please,” she begged.

Sparks of lightning wove through the tangy smell of sex. He
watched her, his black eyes barely suppressing the lust that raged through him.

“Yes.” He exhaled at last, a panting surrender.

Released, she stumbled, unsure what to do first. She focused
on him and he swallowed visibly. Growling, she leapt at him and wrapped her
hands behind his head, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

She dropped to her knees, clawing her fingernails down his
stomach. He moaned as she flicked her tongue along his belly and tight thigh
muscles around his dick. He grabbed her head and guided her mouth onto him. As
she took all of him in, his hands tightened around fistfuls of her hair,
yanking.

She wrapped her hands around his waist and they slid down to
caress the hard cheeks of his butt. She grazed the crack and thumbed her way
into his asshole, teasing gently. A grumble of surprise and pleasure came from
above her head. She plunged her thumb all the way in. He cried out, the sound
echoing through the cavern. She stroked underneath his taut balls as she methodically
sucked at his shaft. His thighs quivered, his hips thrusting forward. She
pulled away, not ready to let him release yet.

He yanked her to her feet, reminding her who controlled this
Calling. Scooping her up, he carried her to the darkest corner of the cavern.
Hidden in a crevice was a bed with sheets as black as the rocks around them.
His
home
, the rational part of her whispered. He flung her onto the bed and
crawled on top of her. His figure from above was outlined by the glowing rocks
but his eyes burned red and heat radiated from his skin.

He shifted to curl up behind her and trailed his fingers
down her stomach while massaging her nipple with one hand. His body pushed
against hers, his hard cock slipping into the crease of her behind. He pressed
a finger inside of her pussy. She caught her breath. He played with her clit,
expertly alternating between stroking it and dipping his finger into her pussy
and wetting it with her liquid. She moaned and rocked in rhythm to his finger,
pressing against his hard dick.

His breath heavy in her ear, he nuzzled her neck. The sweat
of their bodies made her slide and slip against his solid torso. Feverish, she
pushed up against him, her breath thick with the need to please, the need to
give pleasure. He answered with a slow entry.

She begged for him in gasping breaths, rolling onto her
stomach and spreading her legs. At last he drove his cock all the way in. She
arched in response, moaning with pleasure. Lost to the throes of the Calling,
nothing existed except the movement of their conjoined bodies. He grasped her
hips, pulling her up to all fours, and rode her. She screamed with pleasure as
he pounded into her. The power wrapped around them as the pleasure swelled. He
thrust harder and faster. She howled for more and he gave it to her. She peaked
in jolted spasms and their cries melted together as he exploded into her.

They collapsed, panting. As the rhythm of her heart slowed
she succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness, a soft smile on her lips.

A Tour of Hell

Mira prowled through the dark cave, waiting for Karnon to
wake up. It was hot here, so hot she almost regretted pulling on her wrinkled
shirt and underwear, and was glad she hadn’t brought pants. Her mind churned
with the past events, the primal reaction she’d had to the Calling.

She looked over at the sleeping form on the bed. She
wondered how much her grandmother had known about the Calling and what had
happened to her mother. Mira guessed probably everything. So why give it all up?
Why did her grandmother not search for her missing daughter?

She paced the length of the cavern again, looking for an
exit, but the smooth ebony walls gave nothing away. Not that she would go out
there in this state, still naked and badly in need of a shower, the heavy
stench of post-sex sweat clinging to her.

“Looking for a way out?”

She yelped when his voice suddenly came through the
darkness.

He chuckled. “What happened to my big, bad, brave witch?”

She could make out the outline of his rising form. The
height of him, along with his horned head, made her swallow. He was indeed a
demon, hell’s helper, son of Satan.

She began to back away.

He stopped, his muscled torso illuminated in the red light.
His mouth quirked into a smile as his eyes lingered too long on her body.

“Well, Mira, what should we do now?”

“We go look for my mother.”

His face showed his internal struggle to her answer. His
displeasure evident, he waved a hand. To her left a tunnel appeared in the rock
face.

“Shall we, my lady?” He bowed to her.

She sensed the mockery in his voice and lifted her chin. She
walked through the tunnel, head held high.

He came out behind her, close enough to touch, but she didn’t
turn around—the view in front of her was spectacular.

An enormous obsidian-rock cavern spread out before them. She
peered out over the ledge they stood on. The cavern swept above and dipped down
below to a dizzying depth. The black walls shimmered brightly due to the red
blaze emitting from the abyss below. Walkways and bridges crisscrossed through
the cavern and tiny figures scurried along them, like a giant, stunning ant
farm.

“The depths of Hell,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Come. I’ll show you around.”

“What about my mother?”

“The best way to find her, if she is here, is to look
around, right? You will be able to sense her presence I assume?” His voice told
her he knew she didn’t know she could.

“Right, sense her. I can do that?”

“Yes, you can.”

He sounded exasperated and held out a hand. With hesitation
she took it. Her palm tingled at his touch and she wondered again how long the
Calling spell lasted, was she still attracted to him because of it or was it
something more? She glanced at his striking profile, fighting the sudden urge
to stroke a stray piece of hair back behind his ear.

“This is the Guiding Space,” he said. “Spirits come here to
find their guide to the next plane.”

“What happens if they fall?” Mira didn’t like being that
close to an edge of a cliff that dipped down to end in a fiery pit. “Do they
burn up?”

“It’s not actually a fire down there. It’s the passageway to
the next plane. And they don’t fall.”

Mira peeked over the edge again but it made her dizzy and
she pulled back. Karnon smiled and urged her along the path. She bit her lip as
his body brushed against her.

He led her around the edge of the cavern and onto one of the
bridges.

“There are many levels for the human spirits. The purer the
spirit, the higher up they are, and they will find a matching demon guide on
that level.”

They passed other demons, who stared at them with hooded
eyes. She noted they were all naked and all male. Occasionally Karnon’s grip
would tighten on Mira’s hand and he would stare back. Whatever demon had been
watching them would look away.

In the middle of the causeway Karnon paused and pointed up.
Mira caught her breath. A hole opened high above them to a dark sky with
billions of stars. But they weren’t the same stars from her world. These stars
twinkled and pranced, so brilliant and so big they looked close enough to
touch.

“It is where the spirits come from, the Spirit Stars,” he
said, his lips close to her ear.

She shivered, the low tones of his voice making her weak.
His presence loomed behind her, his breath, heavy on the nape of her neck. It
made her woozy. She turned and looked up into his eyes, luminous as the stars
above. This wasn’t lust or passion or the spell of the Calling, it was
something else. She sank into his gaze. He stared down at her, his expression
unreadable as the Spirit Stars danced above them and the fiery depths blazed
beneath them.

“Blood-witch!”

The yell interrupted the moment. An angry demon bore down on
them. He was stouter than Karnon and his hair lighter. He focused on Mira with
a glaring, furious energy. It made her feel exposed, like her skin. She remembered
what Karnon said and concentrated on sensing the intruder’s power.

Karnon stepped between her and the demon.

“Ferr,” Karnon said.

Ferr stopped a few feet from them. He hissed. “What is that
thing doing here?”

“She is in my power,” Karnon responded calmly.

“How dare you bring one of those evil bitches here?”

“There is no law against it, Ferr. Remember, once it was
common.”

“Until those witches showed us their true nature!”

Ferr circled them. Karnon mirrored him, keeping himself between
the demon and Mira. Mira trembled. She didn’t like the impression she received.
Faintly she detected this demon thirsted for blood. He wanted to hurt her. Her
excitement over her newly found ability was dampened by the anger emanating
from Ferr. Could Karnon protect her? Would he? He couldn’t hurt her but would
he stop others?

“Back off, Ferr. You’re upset. You don’t want to get in
fight with me. Remember who I am.” Karnon bared his teeth, his stance
threatening. If she was on the receiving side of that glare she would back
down.

“Someday you’re not going to be able to rely on Daddy
anymore, Karnon,” Ferr said. He spat on the ground. Wheeling around, he stalked
off.

“Do all demons react this way to blood-witches?” Mira asked
as she stepped away from Karnon, forcing herself to calm down. “Is this why we
don’t mingle anymore?”

“You’ll have to excuse Ferr. His younger brother was one of
those caught in the Great Betrayal. The brother survived, but with a warped
mind and will never be the same. Ferr took it hard.”

From the expression on Karnon’s face he had taken it hard as
well. She wondered if Ferr had been the one who had kidnapped her mother, then
dismissed the idea. The stout demon hadn’t felt powerful enough to create the
energy that had been there that night.

“You said witches used to be common here?”

“The relationship between demons and witches was once a good
one. It is a shame that it has been reduced.”

“Can’t you change that? You’re the son of Satan, right?”

“I don’t like getting caught up in politics.”

“What did he mean, that you wouldn’t be able to rely on your
father?”

Karnon looked over her head at something in the distance,
his face grim. “He didn’t mean anything,” he said.

“But he said Satan won’t be around. How is that possible?”

He looked back down at her, humor in his eyes. “Satan is the
title of the ruler of Hell. When the old king passes, his replacement takes the
title and becomes the Lord, just as Gaia is the Lady.”

“Lady?”

“Gaia is the blood-witch to Satan’s counterpart on Earth. I recommend
you find out about her when you return home.”

At the mention of home Mira’s heart lifted. So he did plan
to return her, but something about his tone bothered her. What was his deal?
Why was he so evasive about his father? She took in a sharp breath. “So if
Satan can die, then does his son succeed him?”

Karnon was silent.

“That’s a lot of responsibility. I understand why you would
scared.”

“It’s not important what I feel.”

“Yes, it is.” Mira wanted to reach out to him. She knew what
it was like to feel alone.

“It is what it is. Besides, it could be one of my brothers,”
Karnon said.

“How many brothers do you have?”

“Two full brothers, Cronus and Xander, and one half brother,
Pharic.”

“So you have to fight them for the throne?”

He stared at her. “Why would I do something that stupid?”

She shifted and looked down. “If all four of you are up for
the position, isn’t there some sort of campaigning or contest that needs to
happen?”

“That is not for us to decide. It is the will of the Prince
of Darkness, who shall follow him.”

“Do you want to inherit the throne?”

“No,” he said so softly she almost didn’t catch it. Before
she could respond he started walking away. She hurried to catch up.

Damn that woman. Karnon strode over the bridge to the other
side of the cavern, uncaring if the witch followed him or not. She had a way of
making him want to open up. And the unexpected reaction he had had to watching
her looking up at the Spirit Stars, her skin glowing like the moon, had shaken
him.

She’s an innocent
, he reminded himself. But he wasn’t
so sure. Ferr’s reaction to her was not unfounded. Blood-witches hadn’t been
seen in Hell for years and as much as he wished it different, these days even
he felt more comfortable without them around.

He heard her come up behind him. She touched him gently on
the shoulder. His skin burned for more but he shrugged her hand away. He needed
to get a grip, needed to put some distance between them. He remembered the
mission she had unwittingly contracted him to do. Or maybe she knew what she
was doing. Maybe he played the idiot blinded by the Calling passion and a
pretty face. He sighed. Either way he was under contract to hunt for her
missing mother.

“Let’s continue on,” he said.

She didn’t say anything.

They left the Guiding Space with its dancing spirit stars
and fiery pit to roam through the many smaller caves and tunnels. He showed her
where the glowing waters of the Styx rippled and told her about the many myths
that originated from there. They caught a glimpse of the ghostly ferry used by
the living to visit Hell. They passed the judgment room of Osiris with its
crook and flail, dusty from disuse.

Karnon watched Mira as she struggled to use her sense
ability with every new landscape. Her strength continued to impress him, if only
she knew how to use it. With more experience maybe she could cast out a hunting
spell thread to find her mother. But that was advanced magic and for some
reason this witch was untrained. It troubled him that she had been left behind,
someone of her power. Down here she crackled with energy. If he hadn’t added
that binding spell when he’d Called her, every demon in Hell would be chasing
them down right now.

She caught him staring. “I can’t feel her anywhere.”

The slump of her shoulders made him want to gather her in
his arms. He shook the notion away.

“Let’s keep looking.”

They passed the mountains of Mictlan and the deserts of
Hetgwauge. He was pleased she showed the respect due to these places. Her
expressions of wonder were hard to disbelieve. They turned to horror when he
took her to the other sites, the torture chambers for those that had tortured
in life, or the place that housed the black hole, waiting to suck in the
spirits that wished for oblivion. They passed more demons. Some watched them
angrily, some hungrily, but none approached as Ferr had.

She began to look desperate. Still no sign of her mother’s
energy.

“You’re tired,” he said.

“No.” But her worn eyes betrayed her response.

“Come, we will take a break.”

He took her back to the Guiding Space and up to a lookout
where they could rest with a view out over the stone pathway bridges and
observe demons guiding spirits.

He brought some bread and water and fascinated, she watched
a demon guiding a spirit across the obsidian bridges down into the abyss. The
spirit, a wisp of smoky white tendrils, wove around the demon’s head. The demon
had fat cheeks and a jolly nose and he giggled when the tendrils tickled his
ears and nose.

“It probably tickles the demon on purpose,” Karnon said.

“That’s so cute.”

“The spirits find matching personalities in their spirit
guides. This spirit was probably fat and happy in its previous life.”

She smiled up at him. It shot straight to his heart, testing
his resolve not to touch her. The woman had no idea he had bound her power to
him. He could take her right here and there would be nothing she could do. He
fought the compulsion. If it wasn’t mutual it wasn’t worth having. He hadn’t
felt these types of emotions in a long time. He liked this witch but it wasn’t as
though she could stick around after they ended their quest. Better to keep his
distance. He kept his gaze firmly on the scene in front of him.

More demons paraded by them, bits of white air and light
swirling around their heads. Some not so jolly-looking and their guided spirit
not so playful. Some appeared downright mean. Mira watched them all and Karnon
watched her.

Abruptly she turned to him. “They’re all male.”

“What?”

“The demons, they’re all male.”

“Of course they are, just as all blood-witches are female. That
is why the Calling exists, to produce offspring.” She really didn’t know
anything about her own kind.

“Blood-witches and demons are kin and only an offspring of
the two will wield the blood power.”

Her eyes grew wide. “You mean my father is a demon?”