THE DEVIL'S DAUGHTER

4 -- No, Baby Girl

Warning  --  Descriptions of sexual acts

Larry lay sleeping, exhausted from their latest bout of unbridled sex.  He was losing weight from all the calories he was plowing through, and not eating properly either.  Melinda didn't cook, and he was fed up with eating out all the time, although he cooked, on occasion, himself.  Melinda wad definitely getting carried away with the physical side of things.  She had no concept of a "well rounded" existence in the Overworld.  That humans needed a little of everything to make their lives happy and complete.  Work, play, friends, family, love, companionship, a hobby, alone time.  Obviously, she hadn't done her homework well enough, and she had used none of her powers to put a few brain cells in that pretty little head of her's.  Not a clue.  And so, as Larry's brain lived in his pants, he never said "no" to her.  Never.  Even when his better judgement told him he should.  Just like her father.  

So all the happy couple did was go shopping, eat out, and have sex.  They were consumed with each other, enveloped and conjoined, their whole beings eating each other alive.  This was how human's expressed their love for one another, Melinda concluded, without any observation of others, that would prove to the contrary.  She didn't want to be proved to the contrary.  They had recently talked about their "relationship", on one of the rare occasions that they had actually talked at reasonable length to one another.  Melinda found it difficult, but she broached the subject anyway.

"Larry ?"

"Yes, Melinda"

"How do you see ..... us ..... ?"

"Whaddya mean ?"  Duh, really, Larry ?

"How do you view  ...... our ..... relationship ?"

"Fantastic, babe !  Absolutely bloody fantastic !"  he smirked his signature Larry smirk, trying to kiss her passionately, his arousal becoming evident in his jeans again, only for her to bat him away, 

"No, silly ...... I mean, us, as a couple.  Do you want me to stay ... ?"  Again, not having two brain cells to rub together, she didn't realise what she had said until it was too late.

"Why ?  Where you going ?"  he frowned.  She realised then.

"Nowhere, just, do you want me to stay with you ?  Are we "together" ?... you know .... "  Another smirk then, 

"Just try and keep me away from this !"  He grabbed her around her waist, pinning her in place while he kissed her deeply.  She took that as a yes.  She also took his physical advances as his affirmation of his love for her.  Mis-took them.  Boy, was she confused.  

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Melinda had been summoned to The Devil's chambers the minute she set foot in the Underworld.  It was the end of the 31st day.  She had left it until the very last minute to visit her father.  She sashayed into his spacious and opulent quarter's like she owned the place.  And she did, in a way.  The Devil himself was staring out of the window, out into his Kingdom, unaware of his daughter's presence until she spoke.  

"Daddy, I've missed you !"  her automatic greeting was to hug him.  She pulled back suddenly, shocked, realising only then that he wasn't in his human form.  His skin was black, as if it had been burned, and it was as cold as ice.  His "bones", if that's what they were, were angular and protruding from his body, as if trying to escape the skin that held them captive.  His face was distorted, angry and ugly.  He looked just as a Devil should look.  She didn't like it, one bit.  "Why are you like this, daddy ?  You love your human form. "  She scowled at him.