fifty people. I also ignored the obvious sexual focal point of the room, being that the table was full of naked bodies all covered in food. No, instead I simply focused on the next barrier that stood in my way.
I knew this when the King boldly announced,
“So, you’re the one fucking my granddaughter.”
11
Dripping Bound Lust
After dropping this piece of knowledge like a fucking A-bomb, I was then surprised when it was followed up with him offering me a seat. This instead of trying to rip my head off, stick an apple in my mouth, and add me to his table of fuckery as his new centre piece.
“Won’t you take a seat,” he offered again with a nod of his head making a servant girl go rushing to pull out my chair. She was wearing nothing but a gold bowtie and a pointless apron that was see-through. Well, that wasn’t all she was wearing, as the moment she bent over, a glittering butt plug could also be seen. Naturally she decided to make a show of the act, doing so enough to look at me over her shoulder and wink at me when she caught me staring at her ass.
Had it been a time before my Chosen One I might have taken the time to admire it but as it stood now, she held no interest for me, and my scowl of annoyance told her as much. I therefore took my offered seat briefly noting her disappointment and caring little for it.
However, Asmodeus clearly did care as he chuckled to himself. Then he flicked his hand through the air as if he was brushing off lint and by doing so telling the girl to silently leave me be. I looked down at the plush red velvet seat in a way that made it obvious how little I wanted to sit down. I didn’t have time to fucking dine at this fucked up table of sex and sin. But then one look at my ‘host’ and I also knew it wasn’t wise to refuse him this unnatural welcome. For an unnatural welcome was exactly what it was, especially considering he obviously knew a lot more than I gave him credit for.
So, I decided to be honest.
“I am surprised you offer me one given your last statement,” I said sitting down anyway. Asmodeus threw his head back and laughed, doing so in a way that was unnerving. Although this wasn’t surprising considering who he was, for it wasn’t only his looks that resembled his son. Both were renowned for their tempers and both were hard mother fuckers at that, for I was not the only King in Hell to be labelled as a ‘Tyrant’.
Of course, looking like an older version of my former King was also playing on my senses. For it was said that he purposely chose to look this way, much to his son’s dismay at refusing to yield and change his appearance. Asmodeus had the power to look however he wished as he was mere steps away from being a God. But then he chose his son’s appearance merely for the fact that it irked him, something that was renowned to be his favourite past time.
At least in that we found common ground I through wryly.
“Ah nonsense, for if I wanted you dead, I would have done so by now, having Meria here slice you with her fish blade…” he said making me look to the side where the mostly naked servant was stood now holding a platter of steamed fish. She also gave me a wicked grin as she pulled a large curved knife from the now gutted belly of a silver fish and waved it at me.
“…but then again, you are your father’s favourite son,” he said making me scoff,
“I doubt that.” At this he looked genuinely shocked and raised a dark brow.
“You believe he has another?” he asked making me tense for a split second before forcing myself to relax, with my mind now running wild with questions. Did Asmodeus know of my brother or was this a test because he merely suspected? Either were possible because his skills in manipulation and control weren’t solely used or saved for the bedchamber, but throughout the rest of Hell as well. After all, he was the eyes and ears of Lucifer, being that Asmodeus was his closest friend. If there was something to discover in Hell, then Asmodeus would make it his mission to find it.