1. Asmodeus - Demon of Lust: Part 8


    Date: 1/19/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Body modification, Horror, Male/Female, Monster, Pregnant, Romance, Written by women, Author: steelkat29, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    words around haphazardly; he means everything he says. He seems to understand the power in words – their indelible nature – and he chooses them wisely. As a person who has always said spoken her mind, often regardless of the consequences, I find the change as unsettlingly beautiful as an exotic animal. And, for a woman who usually talks a lot, I find that the silences between us tend to be surprisingly lovely. The salt water bath was just what I needed; my skin is so clean it tingles and I’m pleasantly sleepy. It feels great be myself again, though strange also, with the alabaster-skinned stranger in bed beside me. I’ve never been with this disguised Asmodeus in my own skin before. It’s almost as if he’s still playing dress-up where I have taken off my own costume. His heat radiates through me from the point where his arm rests against mine, reminding me where his mask conceals that he is still my Demon King. I roll onto my side to face him and smile at how relaxed he is. In a way it’s also as if he has become his disguise, and will own the personality to match for however long he wears it. “You know, most couples wouldn’t do this,” I tell him. “Do what, Selena?” I love the absolute attention he gives me; hanging on every word, no matter how mundane. “Be together the night before their wedding,” I reply, running a hand down his beautifully sculpted body, “Its bad luck, you know.” “We are not most couples,” he chuckles, gripping my thigh possessively. “No we’re not,” I ...
    agree, my heart pounding yet again. God, he is so fucking sexy. “What should a bride do on the night before her wedding?” he asks, his voice light and teasing. “Fret about her big day and sleep alone,” I say and regret it instantly. “But I’m tired of sleeping alone.” “As am I, my love. I would never be so foolish as to leave your side for the sake of human superstition.” “Good,” I reply as I snuggle closer to him and close my eyes, “Because I want you to keep me warm tonight... After you show me exactly how you intend on convincing my family and friends to show up tomorrow.” “You must sleep, it is late.” He smiles, kissing my forehead like I’m a child he is saying goodnight to and I want to punch him. As soon as he tells me to sleep, I find that I cannot. It is late though; the full moon shines bright outside, her light slicing through a gap between the curtains of a large window adjacent to the bed. I’m not sleepy anymore; I want to rip the curtains down and bathe in that light. I want to dance naked under the silvery eye of the beautiful goddess I was named after. I’m too wired to simply sleep , yet Asmodeus suggests it as if it is the simplest thing in the world. “You never answered my question,” I say, sitting up. I won’t sleep just because he tells me to and I can’t sleep before he explains how he’s going to convince my family to attend the wedding. I’m assuming it involves some sort of demonic compulsion, but without a definite answer, I know my musings will just drive me ...
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