Bound By Lucifer by Aiden Pierce
Chapter Nineteen
Lucifer
Lust – Past
As I worked to free Lilith from the rope around her leg, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My fingers almost trembled as I broke the rope with my bare hands, thankful that I still possessed at least a portion of my celestial strength. It was not like I was nervous; I had basically invented the act of sex after all. At the very least, I was certainly a pioneer among perverts.
My hands were shaking because it was a battle keeping my beast contained. He was clawing at my insides, insistent on getting out and take our mate in the way— Well, in the way God did not intend.
And that just excited me all the more.
You’ve waited this long; you can wait a few seconds more, I told him.
“Hurry,” Lilith panted, chewing her lip as she watched me bust through the rope with my bare hands like it was made of tissue.
I growled at her in response, not in warning but in promise. Heat flooded between her thighs, the most delicious feminine scent taunting me with every passing second. “Maybe I should just fuck you all tied up like this,” I grinned through the darkness. That’s when I halted in my task, considering my options.
She was currently strung upside down, the thick rope wrapped around her leg several times with the canvas tarp dangling over us, a small boon from the rain while placing Lilith in the most peculiar position. She was completely at my mercy. Her hair spilled from her messy ponytail, blood draining to her cheeks. Due to gravity, her breasts were on full display and once again, I was thankful for the celestial’s inherent ability to see through the dark.
I hooked a finger beneath the leather ties of her travel breeches and paused only for a moment when she said in a quivering voice, “Lucifer, don’t you dare.”
For the longest time, I’d tried my damnest to stay out of her head. Because I knew the things I’d find there. They were the same dirty, sweaty, depraved fantasies playing in my head. Before, I’d been too afraid to trust my beast when he told me that this was our mate because it went against everything Father had told me.
And that was a load of bullshit.
It wasn’t simply physical attraction that cemented Lilith and me together. It was nothing short of fate, and sometimes even Father had little control over that, especially down here.
It was time to accept that The Fates were on my side. Not my own father.
Lilith’s mind was a wonderfully filthy place, filled with images of us, tangled together in a messy, sticky heap of limps. She was picturing herself, strung up just like this, and I was tearing off her trousers and helping myself to a mouthful of her dripping cunt.
I ripped the soaking fabric from her body slowly, savoring the way the thin cotton split, revealing pale, milky flesh beneath. “Lucifer, my clothes…”
“We’re going to build the perfect paradise here, Lilith. A home to come back to when we get back from the surface. A palace worthy of you. You’ll be treated like the queen of the surface, dripping in jewels and fine clothing. But for now…you’ll wear me,” I growled through a wicked grin.
“Fucking Hell,” she gasped.
“You know, all the prudes up in The Silver City made it seem like there would be a whole lot more fucking in Hell.” I clicked my tongue in disapproval, tossing the shreds of her pants to the side. “Time to make at least something they say about this place true.”
I ripped her shirt from her, baring her completely, then I took a step back to admire her. She was covered in cuts, bruises, and scars. Our journey had been an unforgiving one. But fuck me, she was absolute, sinful perfection. Her skin was still damp with rain, but she was so wet for me that her creamy arousal dripped down through the dark hairs of her pubic hair and was already beginning to slide down the smooth planes of her abdomen. It was a bit lewd, seeing her strung up like this. And it made me rock hard.
“So let’s be the first to change that, hmm? Let’s make the Second Circle live up to its name. The new land of Lust will be for the wickedly perverted, where dark fantasies come true. So long as everyone is having fun, why not indulge?”
“Lucifer, please…”
“Please, what?” I chuckled. “Please do all the wicked things you’re imagining me doing to you right now?”
She nodded frantically.
“Tell me what it is you want, my filthy little queen.”
“Fuck me with your tongue, Lucifer. Fuck me with that infuriating tongue that’s fucking annoyed me to no end. There have been times I’ve wanted to rip it out of your goddamn head. And there have been times I would have given anything to taste it…”
She already had me so hard, so pent up, I felt like I might explode at any second. I licked my lips. “How about I keep my tongue busy by feasting on your pretty little cunt? That’s a good way to get me to shut up.”
“Then fucking do it, Lucifer. Claim your fucking mate, and you had better make it good.”
My smirk widened, and I leaned down to run my tongue from the outskirts of her dark curls down to her navel, lapping up the trail of her arousal. “Goddamn, Lilith,” I groaned, a lusty growl rattling from my throat. “You taste like absolute damnation.”
“From you, that’s quite the compliment— Oh!” She didn’t finish her sentence. I gripped her waist and dove my head between her thighs. Her surprised yelp instantly turned to whimpers of pleasure as my tongue slid over her sensitive clit. A feral growl slipped out of me. My beast had practically gone mad with hunger. At that moment, I was almost glad I couldn’t shift. I would fuck her black and blue.
I gripped her ass, my nails digging into her flesh enough to leave marks. I loved to see her turn red for me. Call me fucked up, but red was the best color on her. I spread her cheeks apart, giving me deeper access to her wet heat, and I slipped my tongue into her, reveling in the way she twitched and writhed around me.
“Oh. Fuck, Lucifer.”
I chuckled into her cunt. “That part will come soon enough, Kitten.”
She moaned, and I began to mimic the act of fucking by plunging my tongue in and out of her. She tasted like Paradise. She tasted so damn good it was like her flavor had been made with my tastes in mind. She drove my beast to madness.
Since I first laid eyes on her, I wanted her so bad it had almost scared me. Because that meant I might never get my wings back. I was too stupid to accept the fact that Father was wrong and that Eve wasn’t mine.
That meant the Almighty had little to no say over the laws that governed the nature of shifters, that it really was The Fates in control. And that thought filled me with wicked satisfaction.
All thoughts about the future fizzled away when I felt Lilith’s hands on the fly of my breeches. I took my mouth from her cunt for a moment to look down at her, watching as she ripped open my fly to free my cock. The way her gray eyes widened in the dark as she watched my erection spring out was almost enough to come undone right there. Her head was so pretty framed there between my thighs with her mouth so close to my cock that I could feel her breath tickling the hot skin.
Over the years, my legs had grown strong and wiry from the truck through Hell, but they shook beneath me when she took the tip of me in her mouth and sucked. That couldn’t have been easy hanging upside down.
A hybrid sound of sharp gasps and moans slipped past my clenched teeth when I felt her hand cup my balls, caressing them so gently while she sucked on my head with all the zeal of a sex-starved animal.
I’d spent so much energy resisting fate for so long, resisting her. With my eyes wide open to fate, and my mate’s mouth around my cock, something inside me snapped. Something primal.
I lowered my head again, running my tongue from her knee down to her opening, enjoying the way she quivered beneath me. “You’ve wanted my tongue on your filthy little cunt for years, haven’t you, my filthy little demoness?” It was a rhetorical question, but her grunt around my cock was appreciated all the same.
I inhaled her scent deeply, reveling in the way her sunshine fragrance was now infected with my own smoke, ash, and male. Very soon, I’d place a different kind of scent on her, the one that would tell every male in this realm with a nose that she’s mine.
Then I was met with another smell, a tang so familiar I could pick it out in a battlefield. Lilith’s blood. I looked up to see a sanguine droplet slithering down her inner thigh. A piece of wood had nicked her on her tumble over the construction platform.
“You’re bleeding.”
A shiver jerked my spine as she pulled my cock from her mouth. Her breasts heaved against my thighs as she gasped for air. “You’re the King of Hell. Consider it a blood offering.”
A dark and guttural growl unfurled from my chest. I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her to my torso as I reached up to snap the rope around her ankle with a swift tug of my fist, freeing her. The tarp came fluttering down over us, but it kept us covered on the pile of lumber, rain hailing down on the cloth. The tops of her thighs rested on my shoulders, and her pussy was now resting right in front of my face. I licked the blood from her skin, loving the way she twitched and shivered with ecstasy against my mouth.
“An offering, hmm? Is that was this is, Kitten? A sacrifice?” Her mind was alive with the fantasy, flashes of bare flesh streaked with blood and sweat, rope impressions on her wrists and the shape of my hand imprinted on her ass. “You like the thought of that, don’t you, my little masochistic slut?”
Her moan of delight tickled my balls, and in the next instant, my cock was in her mouth again. “Oh, bleeding Almighty, I inhaled on a hiss as she slowly sunk the entire length of me into her mouth and down her throat, making my eyes roll back into my head. I clamped my mouth back down on her cunt, feasting on all that was mine.
Mine,my beast groaned in my ear, and for the first time, I didn’t disagree with him.
I suckled her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She shook in my arms and her pussy clenched with her impending climax. She screamed her release around my cock, choking and sputtering on my girth, and that was my undoing. I spilled insider her mouth, pulsing thick spurts of myself into her.
I gently set her down, laying her across the pile of lumber, the tarp forming around our bodies like a blanket. Her body sagged, tired and dazed. Her lips were glistening with my cum and mine with hers. I crouched down, kissing her, savoring the way she now tasted of me. “Ready for the rest of me, Kitten?”
Oh, how I loved the way her throat twitched with a swallow, and her lids grew heavy with lust. “You’re still hard?”
I ran my tongue over my smirking lips, the taste of her still coating them. “I could fuck you straight for the next year and still have cum enough to fill the Styx, woman.”
Her lips parted, and I kissed them a second time, catching her bottom lip with my teeth and giving it a sensual tug. “Now, how about another offering of my own?”
When she nodded eagerly, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees, positioning myself behind her. There were a million and one ways I wanted to take her, but having her from behind was the position that was on her mind. That was the perk of gleaning her carnal desires. I could give her exactly what it was she wanted. My demonic kitten liked it rough. Unlike Lilith, Eve was soft and fragile. Lilith was built to be ridden by me.
I slipped my hand into her wet, onyx trusses and pulled, so her back arched. I pressed my mouth to her ear, grinning against her skin. “Are you ready for me to make you truly mine?”
“Yes,” she answered on a groan. “Fuck, yes.”
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance and slowly eased myself into her. Her molten core chased away the cold of Lust’s never-ending night, the bliss of her depths lighting me on fire. She was sweeter than I could have ever imagined. She gripped my shaft like she never wanted to let go. I held her hips in place as I began to fuck her, practically ready to burst again due to the delicious little noises she was making.
Being connected like this made me feel like my old self, my true nature, without even having to shift. She’d never met my beast, but it didn’t matter. The animalistic instincts inside me were completely and utterly in love with her.
She was mine, and I was hers. My mate, mine. And I was a fucking idiot for not trusting my instincts sooner.
I pulled her hair more so that she was forced up onto her knees, her back flush with my chest as I bucked up in her. “Tell me how good I feel inside you, Kitten. Do you like how I make your pussy purr for me?”
“Y–yes. So good, it hurts so good.” Then her beast purred for me, a gravelly growl that reverberated from her chest just like I had when I’d kissed her on the River Styx. It sunk straight through her body and threaded through mine, my beast answering her call with a rattle of his own. Our beast’s cries for each other mingled with the rain that hailed down over the tarp covering us and the lumber pile we’d turned into our alter. Sweat, heat, and the heady scent of sex filled the small space. My first orgasm had pretty much shattered my being, but my second was earth-shattering, mind-numbing bliss. I clamped my teeth down over her shoulder and moaned into her flesh, and for the second time, we climaxed together, perfectly in sync.
I let out a great exhale and pressed my brow to the valley between her shoulder. For several moments we stayed connected like that, recovering our breath.
For the first time ever, my beast was at peace, sated. Content. Lilith was his, ours. Mine.
“Lucifer,” she whispered through a purr, her tone weighed down with exhaustion. “Hold me.”
I eased out of her slowly, gathered her in my arms and gently set her down onto the lumber with the crook of my elbow to cushion her head. She snuggled up against my side, her eyes growing heavy. I tugged off my shirt and tucked it over her to cover her against the cold. I watched her face through the dark, how serene it looked now, almost like she too felt this great weight lift from her shoulders. Like The Fates had been holding their breaths, waiting for us to finally complete the mating bond.
“Lucifer?” she murmured after some time.
“Yes, Kitten?”
“Did you mean what you said?”
Instead of asking her to elaborate, I peeked inside her mind to find her mulling over what I’d said about building a palace in the Second Circle so that we’d have a home to come back to when we made our return from the surface. It wasn’t the palace of the jewels or clothes she was holding on to. It was what I’d said about making our escape from Hell, together.
For all the centuries we’d spent traveling together, never once had we talked about leaving together.
“I meant it, Lilith. I meant every bleeding word. You’re coming with me. The whole purpose of this journey was to get out of this place so that I could find my mate. I wasn’t expecting to also fight the Underworld’s king, steal his throne, and his queen.”
Frowning, she propped herself up on her elbow to look at me. “You didn’t steal me. I chose to come with you, remember? Anyway, Abaddon might still be licking his wounds on one of the lower layers, but he respects my nieces. The Fates have chosen to weave our futures together, and they don’t make mistakes.
I searched her gaze. “So you do think The Fates are the ones that have determined our bond?”
She wrinkled her nose, smiling. ”Of course. They determine the paths of all demon kind, especially mating bonds. I’ll never understand those triplets. They’re an enigma. But we must trust them. Your father thinks He has His hand in the destinies of our people, but He has no say in what goes on in this realm. Which means you were always meant to end up here, Lucifer. Your path has always ended in the Underworld, leaving your destiny completely in the hands of The Fates, not the Almighty.”
I pondered her words for what felt like an endless stretch of time. It had never occurred to me that a celestial’s fate would be determined by the goddesses of the Underworld and not the god of Paradise.
Then again, without my wings, was I even a celestial anymore? What would happen to the other celestials sure to follow in my path? If God ripped out the wings of His own son for breaking the rules, he wouldn’t bat an eye over the others. What would become of them? They wouldn’t be demons. They wouldn’t be celestials.
“Poor devils,” I mussed to myself, shaking my head. “When Father’s fallen come here, which they will, they’ll be expecting fire and brimstone and chaos, succubi devouring their young and harpies tearing off the limps of pour souls guilty of tax evasion.”
“Well, thanks to you, they’ll have a true paradise to call home. Free of rules and lies. Imagine Hell more like Heaven than the real thing.”
I turned my head to plant a kiss between her eyes, smiling against her. “No, Kitten. Thanks to you.”
She let out a happy sigh, and we fell silent for another stretch of time, her mind alive with images of the future kingdom we were building together. A while later, she spoke again. “You know what would make Lust perfect?”
“Hmm?”
“A tavern at the top of this tower.”
“It’s just supposed to be an observation deck, a place where we can view all that we’ve built when we’re done.”
“But that’s boring. If you want this to be a true paradise, you have to think about all the little details.” She stretched her arms over her head, twisting to reach for something at the far end of the lumber pile and came back holding a shattered piece of pottery. It was a fragment of the soup jug that must have come down with her in her fall. “Soup. Put a tavern at the top. Serve soup.”
I chuckled, my lips splitting into a grin. “Soup? That’s your perfect paradise? Soup?”
“Mhm, it’s warm. It’s comforting. Besides, it will always remind me of you.”