Devildom Devil Dance

Chapter 5

After parting ways with Barbatos, Satan went straight for his room, nearly slamming the door behind him. Huffing and growling under his breath. How could he miss the scent on Sarah while he was in that room with Barbatos?!

He pushed several neat piles of books to the floor as he stormed up his stairs to his bed. It didn't take rocket science to connect the dots to figure out why Barbatos was so involved with the witches now. He cared for Sarah too..and that was only because he allowed himself to screw up, losing someone he cared for.

Satan could only imagine that she was laying there, in that lovely dress she wore earlier, sprawled out over Barbatos's bed.

Did..he truly lose any chance of being with her?

There was one thing he could use to check. Satan looked over to his nightstand and took out a bound charm between him and Sarah. He had promised to use it whenever he missed her after she returned to the Human World but he was too busy to do anything with her.

Well, better late than never.

The charm looked like a green star with their handprints on it. He lightly kissed the charm before holding it close to his chest. Taking a deep breath, he sank into his bed as his mind called out to Sarah's. With their pact, she found him with ease.

Now that their minds were connected, he could control her dreams. In his demon form, he held her close on his lap, arms wrapped around her waist. He could tell that Sarah felt lost as she turned her head left to right before letting out a soft groan under her breath.

"Wh-where am I?"

Satan brushed her hair back as he leaned in to kiss her neck, "You're in a dream with me. Do you not remember the charm we made together, Sarah?"

"I.. remember. I'm surprised you did. You haven't--" she paused, turning her head away from him, ".. nevermind. It's not important."

He ran a hand up her back, "Are you sure? In this place, it's only the two of us. Tell me what you are thinking."

". . . . You haven't exactly been showing me that you have any interest in me. I'm starting to wonder if you did to begin with."

He rested his head against her shoulder. Even in their spiritual subconscious connection, she doubted him.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I can do to make it up to you, but I will do anything and everything in my power to show you that I care for you."

She turned to face him in his hold, a frown forming over her lips, "How..?"

Sarah looked so sad and lost with how she looked at him. Satan kissed her forehead as he turned her in his lap.

"I will show you how much I miss you and tomorrow, I promise to make things right between us."

Sarah shifted awkwardly on his lap. She wanted to be polite and just sit on one leg but he placed a hand on her rear, offering a toothy grin.

"You know, you don't have to be politically correct here. Straddle my lap, my little sheep."

Biting her bottom lip, she moved her legs, so she straddled him, causing her dress skirt to rise up a little. He hummed softly, moving a hand along one of her legs as he kissed up her neck.

"I regret that you don't have my scent at the moment. I intend to change that.."

Her hands rested on his shoulders as she bit her bottom lip.

He continued to move his hand up to slowly snake his fingers along her undergarments and give them a gentle tug down. As if like magic, they disappeared, following her dress that was pulled over her head. Satan gave her a feral, hungry look as he ran his hands over her thick thighs, around her hips, cupping her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze.