Exodus 20:14

Romans

For I long to see you so that I may impart some spiritual gift to you, that you may be established- Romans 1:11

Sometimes small actions effectuate great change. A little vibration can crumble an entire building, a little water can end a whole system of life built on millions of neurons and protected by hundreds of bones.

Sometimes too, one inconsequential human can leave an indelible mark on a High Demon of Hell.

Or so it seemed to Ashemdai.

He could still feel the human female on his fingers. Every wet suction of her vagina was imprinted on him, the ghosting after caresses still squeezing his digits even though he was worlds away from her.

He had lived for millennia, fucked far more people than the earth currently held, and twice that amount in supernatural creatures.

He was a succubus of the highest order in hell and yet he could not escape the cocoa-buttery taste of her in his mouth. The nipples that pebbled as soon as he engulfed them in his mouth has tightened when she came around him. The sight had quite literally made him drool like Cerberus around a freshly dug human bone.

And by hell, her moans still ricochet around his skull. Somehow the woman was able to combine his brand of filth and innocence into a whole new heady and seductive siren song that sapped him of his strength and made him want to worship at her feet.

Ashemdai hadn't felt this horny since before he could remember. The urge to fuck his fist in her memory was becoming an incessant and screaming urge held at bay by his desire to drown her in his unspent come when time finally came.

He was still amazed at her. How did the pious and repressed woman even call him?

And why did he answer?

He'd been called by people for centuries and he's stopped answering altogether. There was something very banal about fucking humans that he never got rid of no matter how much chains and gags he bound them in.

At least with supernaturals, they had tails and split tongues and hooves that could bring even angels to their knees.

He would know. He'd seen it happen.

And speaking of heaven, he wondered just how irate they would be at his obvious defiling of one of their worshippers.

The vain sky rodents believed in clear lines of demarcation among species and him obliterating those lines would rile them up like no other. But that was another problem for another day.

Right now, he had to stomach another dinner with Durmad.

Of his six siblings, Durmad was an insurable oaf most like their father. When Lucifer abandoned hell, Durmad as High Demon of Pride, assumed himself new king and lauded over his uninterested siblings his status as oldest.

There were many differences between High Demons and humans, yet sibling rivalry was not one of them.

It was something Ashemdai had to deal with every evening for the past several decades every 'evening' at dinner. As High Demon of Wrath, his favourite sister Desmodaiya, was the most susceptible to Durmad's inklings. It was Ashemdai's role to keep the peace despite not having a care or concern for the hierarchal issues of his home.

And he wasn't the only one. Even now, upon entering Durmad's attempt at a human dining room, he saw Selim, hidden behind their mounds of souls on their plate thus creating a divide from the conversation that transpired around them.

As Ashemdai took his place between Des and Akuji, the little sloth, his mind was occupied with other thoughts than keeping the peace.

Dahlia was planted firmly in his subconscious eradicating all rational thought, save for ones from his baser instincts.