Slay My Soul

Chapter 39 Reece

When Asmodeus’s knot has gone down enough to extract himself from Eve, he continues to cradle her slumped form in his arms for the remaining time he has left with her.

“She’s perfect,” he says, quietly tracing her face with his hand.

“Is it always that intense?” I ask, curious. It looked almost painful toward the end. I never knew orgasms could be so intense. For a moment there, I was genuinely concerned for her safety.

“No, only during mate claiming, or when our women are in season. The rest of the time, it’s optional. Vanilla, as the humans call it,” he replies, eyes never straying from her face. We could have done with him during Eve’s heat. He would have sated it with one fuck!

“At least with her scratching up your arms, it looks like she fought you. Being passed out will also help when the king returns,” I say thoughtfully. “Make sure you are either looking like you’re still trying to attack her, or away from her to show your lack of care. It won’t look good if you are cuddling her. At least all the screaming she was doing could be interpreted as non-consensual if anyone was listening.”

“I will not violate her body when she is unaware,” the demon scowls. “I will act indifferent, as much as I hate it.”

“Good, because time is up,” I caution.

The Demon sighs and kisses her forehead, then lays her on the ground. He stands over on the edge of the circle closest to the back of the cell re-dressing himself. The clack of shoes on the stone steps echoes through the dungeon. Show time. Asmodeus crosses his arm and forces a bored face.

“I’m surprised to see her in one piece and breathing,” the King says, surveying Eve’s naked and bruised form. He won’t be able to tell what’s from the beating she took earlier and what’s from Asmodeus. A guard unlocks the cell. “Give her to me.”

“I’m not done playing yet!” Asmodeus growls. “She passed out before I was finished.”

“You can have your toy back soon. Give her to us now, or I will call Belestine and make you obey,” the king demands. The Demon bares his teeth but shoves Eve dispassionately to the circle edge by the door. She stirs and groans as the guard quickly yanks her out and throws her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. Instead of taking her back to her cell, they head back toward the stairs. I look at Asmodeus alarmed and find his eyes looking equally worried.

“I’ll follow, and let you know what they are doing,” I say, following after Eve. He nods discreetly.

They carry her up to the throne room and chain her arms to the two posts in the center of the room leaving her kneeling, arms spread wide and head lolling on her neck. Men leer at her slumped naked form. If I had known she would be put on display I would have made Asmodeus dress her. I growl and wish I could solidify and gouge out all of their roving, lust-filled eyes.

The king takes his seat and nods to a guard. The guard carries a bucket over and dumps its contents on her head. Eve jerks awake, screaming as her skin reddens and blisters. I roar with anger. Concentrated wolfsbane, it has to be. My poor baby girl!

“Thank you Eve for joining us for this demonstration today,” the king begins. “As you all know, we have been working on a cocktail to poison our weapons with and Eve has kindly offered to be our guinea pig so we can test the latest batch. Thirty-nine should be plenty thank you, Stefan.” He motions to a different guard while I’m left wondering - thirty-nine what?