The Devil Inside Her (2 page)

I stumbled, my vision rapidly fading. As I fell to the ground, hitting the carpet with a
thud
, my fingers caught the edge of the drop cloth covering the painting. The beige sheet fluttered to the ground, revealing the painting. Even through the black stars that were blooming before my eyes, the figure at the center of the painting was unbelievably striking and filled with unearthly power. Seeming to be more than mere paint and canvas, the white-blonde woman pierced me to the core with her cold, cruel eyes.

“This is the painting,” I croaked, struggling to hold on to consciousness. “It’s her.” Then I knew no more.

I awoke in darkness, able to see only by a low, flickering glow.
Candles,
I thought dumbly, blinking to try and dispel the haze that still fogged my mind. I tried to rub my eyes, but my wrists wouldn’t move. Looking over, I saw that I was shackled, arms spread apart over my head, to some kind of stone table. I was completely naked.

“Behold, the carrier of the seal!” Heather cried. I turned my head as far up as I could and caught a glimpse of her clothed in a robe, holding the coin and the signature over her head. The painting of the mysterious woman—
Satan? Surely not!—
was beside her. “Daniel, we cannot thank you enough for your contribution to our cause.”

As I struggled, trying to pull my arms and legs free, I saw other robed figures surrounding the altar. They murmured in some indescribable language, circling me slowly. Setting the relics on the painting’s stand, Heather slipped between two of them to stand at my side, one hand stroking
my face. Her long nails pressing against my skin felt like a cruel promise.

“Daniel,” she said, that cruel note entering her voice again. “You have truly done so much for us. First, you responded to my rumors about the discovery of the lost painting almost immediately. I thought that Whitmore might smell a trap, but you walked into it willingly. And you brought the relics I needed right to me. Too kind.”

Her hand vanished into the sleeve of her robe and emerged holding the longest, most wicked-looking dagger I’d ever seen. “And even better, Daniel,” Heather purred. “You brought me your life to sacrifice to our Lady.”

“No!” I cried, struggling, but the manacles were iron bolted into stone. I didn’t stand a chance.

Heather began to chant along with the circling masses of hooded figures, raising the dagger high above my chest. “Hail!” she cried, her voice ringing out loudly. “God is dead! Satan lives!” My heart constricted in fear as she brought the knife down, not quickly like I expected, but with agonizing slowness.
Just like when she sucked your cock,
I thought wildly.
Daniel, you idiot.

The blade was cold against the bare skin of my chest. Heather began to push, dimpling in my flesh. I cried out as the tip pierced me, a slow trickle of blood oozing from beneath it. “Goodbye, Daniel,” she whispered softly, almost fondly. “Goodbye.”

As she braced to drive the dagger through me, a cry rippled through the gathered cultists. I craned my neck up again to see the mysterious blonde woman standing in front of the painting. She was completely naked, her body radiating with force.

“Come to me, my followers,” she said. Despite her soft tone, her speech rang with the force of command. The robed figures dropped to their knees before her, weeping and groveling. The knife clanged onto the altar beside me as Heather stumbled forward, dropping to her knees at the woman’s feet.

“Please, my queen,” Heather begged. “Take me!”

The woman reached down with one graceful hand, resting it on Heather’s forehead. “No,” she said simply. I gasped in horror as Heather burst into flame, writhing at her feet. The
blonde woman seemed untouched as flames licked at her bare flesh. The fire spread in an unnatural ring around the outside of the chamber, surrounding the altar and groveling cultists. Only a door, presumably the exit, was passable. “The rest of you, either leave or suffer the same.”

The robed figures bolted out of the room, pushing and shoving to be the first to leave. They flowed around her like rats fleeing a sinking ship. She moved through them towards me, her eyes fixed on me as though she’d already forgotten the cultists were even there.

“Daniel,” she murmured, her hand running down my face to touch the spot that Heather had cut. “You are my chosen one, who returned my relics to me.”

“Who are you?” I asked, afraid to hear the answer, but she ignored me. The woman swung her leg up over my body to straddle me in one fluid motion. The flames burned higher as she reached down, taking my cock in her hand. Her skin was hot, as though she were on fire deep inside.

“No,” I whispered, but my body responded to her immediately. I wanted her almost as badly as I feared her. My cock began to stiffen in her hand, and I heard myself moan low in my throat. Her breasts jutted out as she arched her back to reach me better, taut nipples already hard. I whimpered helplessly, straining against my chains, but she showed no interest in freeing me.

The flames licked high around us as the woman slid upwards. “Please me,” she commanded, thrusting her pussy into my face. I scarcely had an option, bound as I was, but I found I was eager to do as she wished. She began to rock her hips slowly, riding my face as my tongue flicked out to taste her pussy. She moaned as my tongue delved between her folds, lapping at the hard nub of her clit. I circled it, slowly at first, then increasing my speed as her thrusts moved with me.

“Yes, Daniel,” she moaned, her fingers tangling into my hair as I licked and sucked on her clit. “More.”  I pushed my tongue in further, entering her slick channel. I lapped eagerly at the inside of her hot pussy, moaning with her as she crushed down onto me with desperate need. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. All I needed was her.

I whimpered as she reached back to grip my rock-hard cock again, pumping the shaft slowly in rhythm with my movements. As she stroked me, the woman leaned down and whispered, “Do not climax until I give you permission.” Her command made me even hotter, but I tried to quell my rising passion. I lavished my attentions on her, my tongue moving with hurricane speed. I wanted to see her undone with pleasure. She was in control, though, riding my face as though I were a green horse to be tamed. I was entirely her creature, gasping for air even as I lashed her clit with my tongue.

When she finally lifted off me slightly, letting me breathe, I still strained up to taste her again. The woman shook her head, smiling. “Now it is time.” She gripped my shaft firmly, positioning herself above my hips. I groaned with the sheer anticipation, craning my neck to watch as the swollen head of my cock grazed the slick lips of her pussy. She smiled, her eyes flashing yellow below the sooty sweep of her eyelashes. Slowly, so slowly, she lowered herself, impaling herself on the length of my cock. I cried out as I sank into her, straining against the manacles with the need to run my hands down her body.

The woman’s head tipped back as she moaned low in her throat, beginning to rock her hips rhythmically. Her fingers dug into my chest as she braced herself against me, taking her pleasure with no regard for mine. It didn’t matter, though. Having her riding me like a wild horse was enough.

As I panted helplessly, my entire being at her mercy, the flames rose higher and higher around us. I stared up at her, my eyes devouring her heaving breasts and parted lips as she plunged onto my cock faster and faster. The firelight tinged her skin in gold, her eyes shining with power. My head tipped back against the stone table as I surrendered myself completely to her. My hips bucked up to meet her as she rode me, our flesh slapping together rhythmically. “Please,” I begged, fingers clutching at the stone helplessly. “Please!”

“Come for me,” she commanded, one hand cupping my cheek with a gentleness that still implied that I was
hers
. “Give yourself to me.” I felt her pussy clench around my shaft, gripping my length with delicious friction. I groaned a long, low groan as I quivered on the edge, then the pressure building in my balls rocketed through me. I saw the flames surge around us as my cock erupted into her, hot semen spurting deep into her pussy. The manacle chains snapped taught as every muscle in my body tensed convulsively.

“Yes!” she cried, dancing flames licking across her skin as her head tipped back with the ultimate pleasure. “Yes!” Her body shook as her orgasm tore through her. I gasped, my subsiding pleasure surging back through me as her pussy tensed and spasmed. It was a feeling unlike any I’d ever experienced. I was held completely transfixed as she gave herself over to her climax, her face radiant with pleasure. Even though it was her orgasm and not mine, I felt a strange sense of triumph thrumming through my brain. Suddenly, I saw
—what was it? There was some incredible heart of fire flickering before my eyes, some place—but it was just out of my reach. . .

Then it was done. The manacles fell from my wrist and ankles with a soft
click
, and the woman swung down off the altar. I sat up, rubbing my head. “Thanks.”

“You have your relics back, and my portrait is there for you to bring to that crass man,” the woman said, regarding me with eyes that burned with a fire of their own. “You are free to take them.”

“What about you?”

“You saw where I am going,” she said. “To a place of fire and glory. Join me, Daniel.”

I looked at her, then at the painting, thinking of the number Whitmore had whispered in my ear when he’d first hired me. I could retire on a sum like that. But the vision I’d seen. . .

Standing, I took the woman’s hand and nodded once. She laughed, raising her other arm high. I saw the painting burst into flames, too. As her painted face vanished into the fire, she led me to the doorway. I had seen the cultists flee through it and out of the dungeon, but now I saw fire
on the other side, and nothing more. Together, we stepped through into Lucifer’s kingdom, vanishing from this earth as the portrait, the coin, the signature, and the very castle burned to ashes.

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