but it had all been worth it.
Excitement stirred his blood, jolting his cock. Overseeing the soul transfer to the Underworld always left him eager to fuck.
After consulting the record one last time, Varin brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on the pad of his index finger. Blood so dark it was almost black sprung up to the surface. He pressed the glistening drop down on to the paper, where it sizzled slowly, imbuing the air with a scorched scent.
Restless and aroused, he tossed the clipboard back to the souleater. “Find a lesser Guardian to take possession.”
He strolled away, following the edge of the river until it came to a sharp bend in the uneven trail. Ducking his head beneath a six-foot opening in a side cavern, he pressed his palm to the slick rock. At the contact, the barrier slid aside with a tumultuous rumble that made the ground quake beneath Varin’s feet.
He stepped inside and waited while his eyes adjusted to the dim interior. Decorated in a dark mixture of deep violet, crimson and midnight black, the cavernous room allowed him all the space he needed to indulge his cravings. Trickling streams of lava dripped along the stone walls, the light casting a soft glow over the minimal furniture in his chamber.
“Welcome home, Master. We were starting to get restless.”
Two succubae lounged in leather armchairs on either side of Varin’s bed. Tall and slim, with long black hair, plump breasts with rosy nipples, and hairless cunts, they looked like mirror images of each other. Anger lit a fiery trail through Varin’s veins. “I’ve told you never to enter my chambers uninvited. And yet you insist on defying me at every opportunity.”
The succubus on the left batted her eyelashes. “We keep hoping you’ll change your mind about letting us entertain you.” She trailed her fingertips over her breasts, pausing to tweak a nipple and roll it between thumb and forefinger. “We pleased you once, remember? We can please you again.”
It had been years since he’d allowed either succubus to touch him. Despite their lithe, willing bodies and savage cravings, tonight, just like on countless other nights, Varin craved something -- someone --else.
“Bring her,” he commanded, barely tossing another glance in the succubae’s direction. “Then leave us.”
“ Her again. You’ve been fucking her exclusively for far too long. I wonder how much longer Baal will continue to ignore your deviant behavior. It’s not natural for a demon to prefer one of the Forgotten to those of his own kind.”
The petulant tone in the succubus’s voice didn’t escape Varin. His hand went to his belt. He drew it out slowly, then slipped it through his fingertips and snapped it before letting it land on the black bedspread. He didn’t have the inclination to punish her, even knowing she’d enjoy every slap of the leather against her perfectly shaped ass. No, he wanted nothing to do with either succubus. There was only one woman who could relieve the pressure hardening his cock to painful proportions, and she didn’t have a drop of demonic blood in her.
“Do it now,” he ground out between gritted teeth, knowing he didn’t have to repeat his original order.
The stone doorway shifted to allow the succubae to leave. Varin removed his loose silk pants, letting the hot air permeating his room ruffle the curls at his groin.
Though his back was turned, he knew the exact moment when Lillian arrived. He felt her, even before the sentient stone guarding his chamber slid aside to let her pass. Her scent, musky with a tinge of something floral, even after all this time in the Underworld, taunted him.
“You asked for me, M-master?”
Varin frowned. It had been years since he’d snatched her from the mortal realm and brought her down to the Underworld with a batch of Forgotten. He’d been instantly taken with her and had immediately summoned her to his bed. She’d resisted him at first, but now she came willingly. Yet
Excitement stirred his blood, jolting his cock. Overseeing the soul transfer to the Underworld always left him eager to fuck.
After consulting the record one last time, Varin brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on the pad of his index finger. Blood so dark it was almost black sprung up to the surface. He pressed the glistening drop down on to the paper, where it sizzled slowly, imbuing the air with a scorched scent.
Restless and aroused, he tossed the clipboard back to the souleater. “Find a lesser Guardian to take possession.”
He strolled away, following the edge of the river until it came to a sharp bend in the uneven trail. Ducking his head beneath a six-foot opening in a side cavern, he pressed his palm to the slick rock. At the contact, the barrier slid aside with a tumultuous rumble that made the ground quake beneath Varin’s feet.
He stepped inside and waited while his eyes adjusted to the dim interior. Decorated in a dark mixture of deep violet, crimson and midnight black, the cavernous room allowed him all the space he needed to indulge his cravings. Trickling streams of lava dripped along the stone walls, the light casting a soft glow over the minimal furniture in his chamber.
“Welcome home, Master. We were starting to get restless.”
Two succubae lounged in leather armchairs on either side of Varin’s bed. Tall and slim, with long black hair, plump breasts with rosy nipples, and hairless cunts, they looked like mirror images of each other. Anger lit a fiery trail through Varin’s veins. “I’ve told you never to enter my chambers uninvited. And yet you insist on defying me at every opportunity.”
The succubus on the left batted her eyelashes. “We keep hoping you’ll change your mind about letting us entertain you.” She trailed her fingertips over her breasts, pausing to tweak a nipple and roll it between thumb and forefinger. “We pleased you once, remember? We can please you again.”
It had been years since he’d allowed either succubus to touch him. Despite their lithe, willing bodies and savage cravings, tonight, just like on countless other nights, Varin craved something -- someone --else.
“Bring her,” he commanded, barely tossing another glance in the succubae’s direction. “Then leave us.”
“ Her again. You’ve been fucking her exclusively for far too long. I wonder how much longer Baal will continue to ignore your deviant behavior. It’s not natural for a demon to prefer one of the Forgotten to those of his own kind.”
The petulant tone in the succubus’s voice didn’t escape Varin. His hand went to his belt. He drew it out slowly, then slipped it through his fingertips and snapped it before letting it land on the black bedspread. He didn’t have the inclination to punish her, even knowing she’d enjoy every slap of the leather against her perfectly shaped ass. No, he wanted nothing to do with either succubus. There was only one woman who could relieve the pressure hardening his cock to painful proportions, and she didn’t have a drop of demonic blood in her.
“Do it now,” he ground out between gritted teeth, knowing he didn’t have to repeat his original order.
The stone doorway shifted to allow the succubae to leave. Varin removed his loose silk pants, letting the hot air permeating his room ruffle the curls at his groin.
Though his back was turned, he knew the exact moment when Lillian arrived. He felt her, even before the sentient stone guarding his chamber slid aside to let her pass. Her scent, musky with a tinge of something floral, even after all this time in the Underworld, taunted him.
“You asked for me, M-master?”
Varin frowned. It had been years since he’d snatched her from the mortal realm and brought her down to the Underworld with a batch of Forgotten. He’d been instantly taken with her and had immediately summoned her to his bed. She’d resisted him at first, but now she came willingly. Yet
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