Iza

Perched on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city, Acaros home was nothing like mine with ceiling to floor length windows, an apartment more luxurious than anything I had seen, and a goddamn pool on his private rooftop.

“This is your home?” I asked, staring at the highrise in awe.

“Here.”

“What do you mean, here?”

“On Earth, this is my home.”

“Where else would you…”

He released my hand. “I usually spend my nights in Hell, not on Earth.”

My eyes widened slightly. Oh.

After scavenging through his refrigerator, he pulled out a black cardboard box and handed it to me along with a beer bottle that had Passion Delight written across the label in pink letters. “Sit on the couch and eat.”

I peered into the box to see those Fervor Crisps from yesterday–or was it this morning?! My days were getting so mixed up with this man–sitting in the container, white powder on gleaming on the flaky dough.

“You want me to eat these?” I asked, sitting on the couch.

He sat beside me. “I assumed you were hungry. Your stomach was growlin–”

“These have cum in them!” I exclaimed.

“And?”

“And?” I repeated back, shaking my head. “Do you not find that weird?”

“No.”

“No?! There is cum in them!”

“If you don’t want to eat them, then I will.” He scooped one up in his hand and took a huge bite of it, the creamy goodness dripping onto his full lips. He opened up the beer bottle and took a swig.

The sweet scent drifted through my nostrils, and I recognized it as that Lust drink from The Lounge. He tilted the bottle toward me, and for some gosh-darn reason, I grabbed it from him and took a sip.

Pleasure flooded through my body as I swallowed down the liquid. And I found myself leaning closer to him, my breasts on his forearm. He stiffened and looked down at my tits pressed against his body.

“Iza,” he growled. “Be careful with what you do around me.”

“Can I see them?” I whispered.

“Can you see what?”

My heart pounded in my chest, and I lifted my gaze from his blazing eyes to his head, nervous to say the wrong thing and nervous that if I did say the wrong thing that he’d flip out on me the way that he had on that other demon tonight.

“You want to see my horns?” he concluded.

Cheeks burning, I turned my head to the window. “Maybe…”

Before we had left The Lounge, he had returned to his normal human-looking self.

He lifted the Passion Delight to my lips again. “Take another sip.”

I sipped the drink again, my pussy warm and pulsing now.

After inhaling deeply, his eyes began darkening even more and those horns… God, those horns began growing from his forehead. Long, curled, black, and covered with ridges. More warmth spread through my body.

“Come up here,” he said, pulling me into his lap.

In awe, I grazed my fingers up his horns, the almost leather-like material feeling so good on the pads of my fingers. I pressed my pussy against the bulge in his pants, whimpering softly, and took hold of them, making him grunt.

Yes, grunt.

The sexiest sound I had heard in my life.

“Fuck, Iza,” he growled. “You’re a natural.”

Wanting to pleasure him even more, I stroked one of his huge horns, breathing heavily.

“Just like that, hellcat. You’re doing so, so good for me.”

I held back another whimper and chewed on my inner cheek.

For heaven’s sake, Acaros was a sex demon! And here I was giving him pleasure.

He probably brought loads of women here to sleep with every night, probably told them all the same thing that he had been telling me, filled them with gallons of cum and promised to get them all pregnant too.

I peeked down at him, body suddenly burning with jealousy.

I couldn’t have been the only woman that he’d ever say stuff like that too, and it pissed me off that I had fallen so much under his charm that I agreed to come back to his place tonight with him. How stupid was I?

My hand tightened around his horn, and he grunted lowly.

But all I could think about was how hundreds of women had probably asked to see his horns, drawn their fingers up each of them like they were the most magical things in the world, and then became so horny that they climbed up in his lap.

Jealousy pooled through my body. I snapped myself out of the trance he had put me in.

I jumped off him, grabbed my purse, and headed to the door. “I’m going home.”

“What?” he asked, confusion washed over his face.

“I’m going home,” I said, opening the door. “Don’t follow–”

He slapped his large hand over the door and snapped it closed, his elongated claws digging into the wood. “You’re not going anywhere. Not in this town. Not at this time of night. And not without me.”

“Move your hand.” I snapped my hands around his wrist and pulled as hard as I could in an attempt to get him to move. But he didn’t budge even a millimeter. Not even a damn millimeter! “I’m going home, Acaros.”

“Not tonight.”

I twirled around to face him. “Well, I’ll wait until you fall asleep, then I’ll sneak out.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

After glaring at him for another moment, I tore my gaze away and fixed it on the marble floor of this man–this demon’s–multi-million dollar highrise in the middle of the city. “How many other women have you brought home?”

His dark eyes widened, but then a smirk crossed his beautiful face. “Is that what this is?”

“What?”

“Envy.”

“No!” Yes. “I just don’t want to get WSDD.”

“The fuck is WSDD?”

I crossed my arms. “Weird sex demon disease.”

“First of all, hellcat, sex demons don’t carry any transmittable diseases to humans.” He moved closer, his huge body looming over mine. “The only thing that we can do to a human is get her pregnant.”

My entire body stiffened, and the warmth spread between my legs again. Pregnant.

Why did he just throw around that word like he wanted to actually do that to me? He had been talking about how much he wanted to breed me the other night and now… he was mentioning pregnancy again.

“I bet you get tons of girls pregnant, don’t you?” I asked, to shut off this raging lust-switch in my head that screamed at me to shove him back onto the couch, crawl up into his lap, and fuck him over and over and over again.

His lips curled into a devious smirk. “So this is envy.”

“No, it’s not.”

He stalked closer to me, and I stepped back, hitting the door.

“You want to know how many humans I’ve gotten pregnant?” he asked.

I glared up at him, nipples taut behind my crossed arms. Hell no. “Yes.”

“Well, Iza,” he hummed, one forearm on the door above my head and his opposite hand hovering over my pussy through my pants. He just barely glided his fingers over my slit. “If all goes to plan, you’ll be the first and only.”