the demon on the balcony, had not been expecting this response. Her features drew together in irritation. She’d commandeered a whore’s body and the face was still beautiful if a little pinched; witchy and hungry.
Suits her, the Devil thought.
“That one suits you, Lillith,” he called up.
Surprise raced across her features, then pleasure followed quickly by suspicious anger.
“What do you mean by that? Suits me?” she said, calling down. She’d jumped lightly to the surface of the balcony and held Kelly’s head pinned between her knees, Kelly’s back against the wall. Kelly struggled but the demon’s body was strong of leg and held her easily.
“It’s obviously a body that’s had more than a few rough miles,” he said. “It’s fitting that its last miles should be over the roughest road imaginable. Meaning, my dear, that you are, shall we say, tough to contain.”
Pleasure and anger flitted across her features again. She didn’t know if she was being insulted or not, but she suspected that she was.
She squeezed her legs together and Kelly moaned in pain. Her head felt as though it was in a vise. There was very little in the way of padding on the whore’s wretched knees.
The Devil controlled his features, not wanting Lillith to see his distress. Although he imagined she could sense it. That was Lillith’s way–she was a Seer of all things.
“Yes, I do know how you feel about this one,” Lillith said and pinched again. Kelly yelped this time as the knees ground against her temples. Now Lillith smiled down. “Who would have guessed it? Lucifer loses his mind…for the second time, too!” Her voice became lilting, teasing. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d forget your lesson so soon, Lucifer. It was such a hard lesson to learn.” She shook her head, her smile growing wider. “Ever miss Heaven? Or are you over that now?”
The Devil smiled back. He knew he walked a fine line. He wanted to goad her into coming down but he was also causing Kelly more distress. He would have to count on Kelly’s strength. He had no choice.
“I wonder if you miss it, Lillith,” he said. “Or do you think earth is more your style?”
Lillith squeezed Kelly’s head again and then let go entirely, jumping up and over the balcony railing. Tearing fingernails from their beds, she climbed down, hand over hand, clinging to the wall like a bat.
The Devil kept his face neutral. Kelly’s head appeared over the balcony edge and she looked shaken but okay. He shifted all his attention to the descending demon.
She hit the ground and turned so fast she was nearly a blur. She was on him in a second. She wrapped herself around him, an arm around his neck, another around his waist and one long leg coming around his hips. She tightened like a constrictor and smiled into his eyes.
“What do you think of this body, now, Lucifer,” she said, breathing the words into his ear, drawing out the ess in his name.
He felt this body responding, growing hard against her pelvis. Autonomic response, he thought to himself. That’s all it is.
Sensing his thought, she pulled back, a pout on her fleshy lips. Her eyes were darkly rimmed and the pupils glittered eerily from the depths of her eyes.
“Let’s not kid each other, Lucifer; you miss heaven as much as I, and we always will miss it.” Her voice lost its teasing note, displaying the truth of her statement.
“It’s true, Lillith, I do miss it,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, stepping back and disentangling himself. “So, what’s your plan, my dear? How were you going to get me to go back?”
She looked up at him and smiled. She reached into her short, leather jacket and withdrew a knife that looked too big to have been concealed in that tight space. She smiled at his expression of mild surprise.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Without further hesitation, she thrust herself forward, grabbing his wrist in one hand, knife out and questing. The Devil turned, but
Suits her, the Devil thought.
“That one suits you, Lillith,” he called up.
Surprise raced across her features, then pleasure followed quickly by suspicious anger.
“What do you mean by that? Suits me?” she said, calling down. She’d jumped lightly to the surface of the balcony and held Kelly’s head pinned between her knees, Kelly’s back against the wall. Kelly struggled but the demon’s body was strong of leg and held her easily.
“It’s obviously a body that’s had more than a few rough miles,” he said. “It’s fitting that its last miles should be over the roughest road imaginable. Meaning, my dear, that you are, shall we say, tough to contain.”
Pleasure and anger flitted across her features again. She didn’t know if she was being insulted or not, but she suspected that she was.
She squeezed her legs together and Kelly moaned in pain. Her head felt as though it was in a vise. There was very little in the way of padding on the whore’s wretched knees.
The Devil controlled his features, not wanting Lillith to see his distress. Although he imagined she could sense it. That was Lillith’s way–she was a Seer of all things.
“Yes, I do know how you feel about this one,” Lillith said and pinched again. Kelly yelped this time as the knees ground against her temples. Now Lillith smiled down. “Who would have guessed it? Lucifer loses his mind…for the second time, too!” Her voice became lilting, teasing. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d forget your lesson so soon, Lucifer. It was such a hard lesson to learn.” She shook her head, her smile growing wider. “Ever miss Heaven? Or are you over that now?”
The Devil smiled back. He knew he walked a fine line. He wanted to goad her into coming down but he was also causing Kelly more distress. He would have to count on Kelly’s strength. He had no choice.
“I wonder if you miss it, Lillith,” he said. “Or do you think earth is more your style?”
Lillith squeezed Kelly’s head again and then let go entirely, jumping up and over the balcony railing. Tearing fingernails from their beds, she climbed down, hand over hand, clinging to the wall like a bat.
The Devil kept his face neutral. Kelly’s head appeared over the balcony edge and she looked shaken but okay. He shifted all his attention to the descending demon.
She hit the ground and turned so fast she was nearly a blur. She was on him in a second. She wrapped herself around him, an arm around his neck, another around his waist and one long leg coming around his hips. She tightened like a constrictor and smiled into his eyes.
“What do you think of this body, now, Lucifer,” she said, breathing the words into his ear, drawing out the ess in his name.
He felt this body responding, growing hard against her pelvis. Autonomic response, he thought to himself. That’s all it is.
Sensing his thought, she pulled back, a pout on her fleshy lips. Her eyes were darkly rimmed and the pupils glittered eerily from the depths of her eyes.
“Let’s not kid each other, Lucifer; you miss heaven as much as I, and we always will miss it.” Her voice lost its teasing note, displaying the truth of her statement.
“It’s true, Lillith, I do miss it,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, stepping back and disentangling himself. “So, what’s your plan, my dear? How were you going to get me to go back?”
She looked up at him and smiled. She reached into her short, leather jacket and withdrew a knife that looked too big to have been concealed in that tight space. She smiled at his expression of mild surprise.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Without further hesitation, she thrust herself forward, grabbing his wrist in one hand, knife out and questing. The Devil turned, but
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