The Devil's Playthings (16 page)

“Rise, all of you, and celebrate with us,” he boomed. He pulled he
r roughly into him, and kissed her
. He removed the cloak, and snapped his fingers. Rosa was there quickly to undress her. She stood on the stage, in front of so many
,
completely
naked.

Her bravado faltered.
Her hands slid from her side, to cover her nudity, but with one big hand he grasped both of them. He held them behind her back, and his other hand moved to her throat.
“Trust me,” he whispered to her. His hand released hers, and she left them glued to her thighs.

Rosa began to undress Luc as well, and as if on
cue the crowd also undressed
. Luc was beautifully, fantastically naked
and standing in front of her now.

“Pl
easure me,” he ordered
, and took her hand and placed it on his chest. The sexual energy in the room was measurable, as about a thousand nude people began to fornicate. She could not see them, though,
as
Luc’s body blocked her view. And when she looked into his
red
eyes, she knew that he stood with his back to the crowd to block not only her view of them, but also their view of her.

She had wanted to do this for weeks, and the moans and sighs surrounded her and rushed through her body like a wave. She moved her mouth to his chest, licking the sweat that glistened there. Her hands moved over his back, and the view of her hands on his body caused the noises of pleasure to multiply.

She kissed all of his warm, delicious skin she could reach, then moved down onto her knees. When her
lips found his member he cried out
.
The crowd
called out in return
.
When her hands slid down over his rear he moaned. And when she took him into her mouth he roared. The crowd reacted with him.

She moved her tongue over it, tasting it, reveling in his response to her. And when she moved her mouth back and forth he stopped her. “Not yet, not like this,” he panted.

He pulled her off her knees, cradled her like a child, and then sat her on the edge of the altar. It was stone, and it was not comfortable. He removed the crown, and handed it to Rosa. Then he swung her legs up onto the
cool slab
, and laid her back
until she was flat on the cold, hard
rock
.

Quickly there were four men in black cloaks at each corner, and each took an appendage. Before she could think, her hands and feet were restrained. She remained quiet,
his words ringing in her ears. Trust me, he said.

He transformed in front of her again, but this time his form was not human. She had seen it before, whether the first night they met or in her mind’s eye she did not know, but she knew the form that stood there. The crowd gasp
ed
, cried out, but it seemed that most were familiar with this form as well.

An ornate
golden
blade
with the biggest ruby she’d ever seen in her life in the hilt
was handed to Lucifer, and he walked to her side.
Lucifer held the blade like an inverted cross, and she could see writing on the metal. It was in a language she was sure was long dead.

One of the priests moved to his side with a
golden
chalice.
She watched as if outside her own body, as he took the blad
e and sliced her wrist
as easily and quickly as if he’d done it a thousand times
. She didn
’t know how, but she held the scream deep inside her.

Blood flowed from the cut freely, but not long because he pierced his own grey cracked skin and rubbed his own blood over the cut. The wound healed as quickly as he rubbed his finger over her
skin
.
His blood mingled with hers
, and rus
hed like hot oil through her
blood stream. She contained the scream somehow. Was sh
e so used to pain
?

He moved to her other side, to her other wrist, and repeated
his feat. The hot blood rushed up her other arm now, and met in the middle at her heart. She thought her heart would explode, that it could not process the alien fluid inside it. Her heart burned, thumped, pulsed, and her body shuddered but still she did not scream.

He drank her blood
.
S
he watched as he tipped t
he
chalice to his lips and smelled it, like a fine wine. Ooohs and aaahs filled the room as his followers watched. He used to drink
the blood of every sacrifice
, but he hadn’t for several hundred years. He’d lost the taste for it. It used to taste clean and pure like spring water, but now humans had grown so addicted to chemicals that their blood tasted acrid
and acidic
.
Usually he would pass the chalice to his priests to drink the blood, and then pass it around the room.

But as
he smelled Emma’s blood,
he realized he didn’t care how it tasted, he wanted that piece of her inside him; and he would never share any part of her with anyone. So he drank every last drop, even though it tasted bitter.

He turned to her, and like a drunk who hadn’t had a drop of alcohol in years the effect went straight to his head. It wasn’t so much the blood as the knowledge that finally, and infinitely, she was his. It made his head spin for one moment, and he grabbed the altar to stabilize himself.

He looked at her with eyes as red her own blood that his tongue licked off his lips, and her breathing stopped, her heart stopped, and all she could feel and smell and see was him. She could see, reflected in his
deep red
eyes, he felt the exact same way.

He motioned to the priests, and t
he men at her feet released her ankles from their restraints, and slid her feet up the smooth stone until her legs bent at the knees. She strained her head to look at what was happening, and she could see his massive phallus hard and throbbing as he climbed up onto the altar with her. Trust me, he said, but there was no way that thing was going
to fit
inside her.

The crowd was frenzied now, moaning and screaming in orgasm. “Sleep,” he called out, and everyone in the room fell silent. Even the priests at her sides fell to the floor.

“I don’t want anyone to watch this,” he told her. “I don’t want them to see you like this.” She knew it was going into her. It was as big as an average man’s forearm and the head was as big as a fist.

Only when everyone else was unconscious did she cry out. “No!” She pleaded and moaned. Trust me, he’d told her. But this, this would rip her in two.

Before he could penetrate her, though, his pleasure and emotion and love for her caused him to transform again. As she watched white light flooded through the cracks in his grey skin. Instantly all of his skin was covered in light, and his whole being glowed.
The thin iridescent wings turned white and feathery.

This was his true form, she knew in her heart. This was the form that fell to the earth, and became a deformed animalistic being. And then, as quickly as it happened, h
e was human again, those dark black eyes burning with
pure, unadulterated lust.

S
he wanted him as much as he wanted her, but she was still afraid. “Don’t fear me,” he begged her. “Not now.”

He lay atop her, his every muscle flinching with aching to have her. And she knew he waited on her, on her consent. She knew he restrained himself only for her. And she nodded slightly; it was all he needed. He did not take her roughly, or aggressively. He did not hurt her. He possessed her.

Every inch of her body was consumed by his mouth and his tongue. Every bit of her flesh was tasted and kissed. He even paused to turn her over, so that he could lick her back, her buttocks, and down the backs of her thighs to the bottoms of her feet.

And when he turned her back until she faced him again she could see the urgency inside him. “I won’t hurt you,” he uttered. “I won’t hurt you.” And he didn’t; he filled her. He slid into her easily, but she felt every inch of him. And it felt so good.

She moaned loudly, and screamed out a guttural, “Yes!”

It spurred him on, and faster he pushed into her until they were both ecstatic. She felt free, she felt like she was falling and flying at the same time. She felt like a bird, and he a hawk chasing her and pushing her higher, and higher. They both cried out when he finally exploded inside her, so loud she felt it shake the walls and the ground and the concrete altar they lay atop.

They cried out loud enough to wake the people lying around the room. And they awoke as excited and aroused as they were before they slept, until everyone in the room began to have sex. It broke down into a wanton orgy, but Emma and Luc were both unaware. They both experienced something beyond physical, beyond spiritual.

He was on his knees between hers, his forehead on her stomach. And he was silent, he didn’t move.
After several moments of being restrained on her back on a stone altar she called out his name. And she called out to him until he came to. He rested his head against her thigh for a moment, as if he was trying to process what had happened.

He moved to assist
her sit up, and when she did she saw th
e room again with new
eyes.
The room was full of people, mostly nude, and mostly in the act of fornication. They were all either having sex or watching someone else have sex. But more shocking than that, she saw other creatures in the room, creatures that were not human. She’d never seen anything like it, but knowing that her lover was Lucifer should have prepared her for such a reality.

Around the room, some flying, some sitting on the ground
,
all watching the activities, were demons. They could be nothing else. They were various sizes, some no bigger than a dragon fly, others as big as
a person
. They each had red skin in varying shades, some as
dark
as
wine, others as bright
as a currant,
with thin wings like a fly. Some looked very old with wrinkled skin. Others had cracked and weathered skin like Lucifer’s.

They looked almost human, but with three-toed feet like a bird. They had arms and legs and torsos, but their hands were more like claws with long, sharp, pointed fingernails. And their eyes were black, with no pupil or iris
or sclera.
They looked like imps, or fairies. She glanced over at Luc for some reassurance that she wasn’t going crazy, and saw, for the first time, something white in the black evil room. And as soon as she glimpsed it, it was gone. She stared that direction for several moments until Luc took her chin in his hand and kissed her lips.

“You’re not crazy,” he said. He’d somehow pulled the platinum crown of ivy and diamonds back onto her head and the green cloak over her shoulders without her realizing it. He had to practically carry her to their waiting car. And as they left the warehouse the people inside were still in the throws of delirium.

She laid her head on his shoulder when they were in the limousine.
She should be exhausted, but she didn’t feel tired at all.
She felt the blood racing through her veins as if
she was on an adrenaline high. Her skin tingled like something crawled on her, but she looked down at her bare arms and saw nothing there. And then she realized she was tingling from the inside out. And what she wanted, more than anything, was for him to touch her.

“Do you feel it?” She asked, and he nodded as his fingers felt his blood through her skin, like steam coming out of a teapot
into a freezing cold room
. His fingers trailed over her bare shoulders, down her arm, and then to the scar on her wrist. He turned it toward him and kissed it, willing the ugly mark to go away, but it remained. Of all the ugly things that had been done to Emma in her life, at least no one had scared her beautiful skin; before him.

S
he felt the scar on her wrist, then the other. It felt more like a burn than a cut.
“I’ve
never done that,” he told her. “I’ve never shared my blood with anyone. You are the first.
Th
e other women, some of them ble
d to death. Some of them heal quicker, and their blood clo
t
t
ed
before they lo
st
all of it
.
”
He said it like it was all some kind of medical procedure, not a human sacrifice.