from your lips. But I'll ask you to remember the last time I did this, as I fear you were starting to enjoy your punishments a little too much… for I am clearly corrupting you.” At this she blushed, despite her witty reply,
“You, Mister, corrupt me as much as I turn you soft.” At this he laughed once before telling her,
“Around you, fucking impossible, my Ikkibu Ilati! For my cock has not yet seen a single day without knowing the weight of rock between my legs and nor does it remember a time before I stole you away and made you my imprisoned Sarratum!” This time he really made her blush, and I wondered if this was being told about his constant hard on, something I too sympathised with in regard to my own queen. Or perhaps it was being referred to as his forbidden Goddess, that Ikkibu Ilati translated to.
“My Arammu,” she murmured softly in return, as she was clearly embarrassed after giving him a shy look, before then glancing shyly our way. This made him growl before yanking her harder into his much larger frame.
“Now, that’s what I fucking wanted! You bless me, my Fated, and in reward I shall go easier on your punishment and grant you my cock to worship sooner than intended. Now go before I blind my sons just so I may take you upon this table and find better use for this syrup.”
“Ah, shit just got weird again,” Dariush muttered, now looking at the floor, which was when I decided to intervene before the crazy bastard tried to make good on his word.
“Yes, please go, Sarrat Irkalli, for I like my eyes where they are and have great use for them when gazing upon my own Queen,” I said, using her official term as Queen of the Underworld and hoping to get this fucking meeting started, as like I said, I liked my fucking eyes where they were!
At this she smiled at me, making her possessive husband growl in jealously this time and demand in a hard demonic voice for a kiss,
“Nasaqu, now!” At this she simply tamed the demonic beast by placing a gentle hand to his cheek before getting up on tiptoes to kiss him. A kiss he turned into something that was borderline on being pornographic in seconds when bending her over his arm and biting, sucking, and plundering her lips, neck and jawline in a possessive display of sexual need.
“Fuck me, but I am close to asking if there is some kind of fucking waiting room,” my brother commented, making me drag a hand down my face and snarl back,
“Yes, well, while you wait, I will go and fucking hunt down my own Fated, for I am now only reminded of my foolish decisions.” At this he scoffed a laugh as we were forced to stand there and wait. Thankfully, only moments later and with a snarl of annoyance and frustration, Lucifer pulled her back to standing, smacked her ass and told her,
“Go, woman who enchants me, go now before I make good on my word.” She smirked and shrieked when his palm made an echoing sound against her flesh, then he grabbed her hand back and promised,
“…and you’d better be ready for me this time, or I will not be pleased.” She nodded and before he let her go completely, he told her,
“…And Pythia… keep the apron on.” At this she blushed again, bowed her head once and hurried off, running through a door opposite. Lucifer then nodded to a corner in the room, as if giving some unspoken order to someone keeping himself hidden. No doubt to one of his personal guards to ensure his queen do as she was told and get back to their room without problem.
It also must have been someone he trusted beyond all else for such a task to be granted, as I knew from experience that my father didn’t trust Pythia’s security with many. I also had to wonder if he still didn’t trust her, even after all these years? For his fear of her running from him again and going into hiding, was one I could unfortunately also sympathise with, already tasting that bitter pill for myself.
Of course, witnessing such love in his eyes when he looked at her and watched her until she was out of sight was another first, and something I’d not thought possible.