I watch the man who entered my store walk around, his hands shaking and his sweat pungent in the room. Most others cannot smell it, but as a demon from Hell, the scent wafts through the air and permeates my nose. It is something that I can ignore, of course, but Elijah will definitely complain, and I refuse to let my soulmate feel annoyed by a disgusting human who does not even appear as though he deserves to be in my store.
Approaching slowly, I see he has sweat dripping down his face, which, considering that it is a cool day in May, cannot be caused by the weather. He makes brief eye contact with me before looking back at the display case, his eyes looking between an eight thousand and a twelve thousand dollar ring.
“Can I help you find anything today?” I purr, brushing my hand against his back and using my powers to put him under a trance.
As a demon from Hell, and even further than that, the sin of Greed, I have the power to make others feel their deepest desires in the sense of greediness. As the owner of a high end jewelry store, I use my abilities to encourage humans to give in to their desires and buy the most expensive pieces of jewelry that I sell.
My soulmate, Elijah, who is the sin of Envy, will oftentimes help me when there is more than one person in the store. He will make them jealous of each other and encourage them to try to purchase a more expensive piece than another.
“Uh… I am trying to decide which ring I should purchase for my wife,” he says, his eyes losing focus as a yellow tint appears in the whites of his eyes, indicating that he has given into my influence.
“Well… these rings are nice, but they unfortunately are more directed toward those with a lesser budget,” I say, almost dismissively.
The foolish human looks up at me, as I have a good four inches of height on him. “Really?”
“Is there a reason for your purchase?” I inquire.
The more information I have, the more I can twist my words and pull him even deeper into my influence.
He nods slowly, following me to the more expensive case, with the lowest price tag reaching thirteen thousand dollars. If all goes to plan, I should hopefully get him to pay for one of the most expensive rings in this case.
“I cheated on my wife,” he tells me, and I can tell he is so deep into my influence that he is barely aware of what he is saying. “Which one of these will make her forget that?”
I try not to chuckle; if this turns out the way I think it will, that woman will probably run as soon as she sees that this idiot tried to buy her forgiveness. However, he doesn’t need to know that.
Once he leaves here and breaks out of the trance, he will not realize that I influenced him. He will feel tired for the rest of the night, but he will recall purchasing the ring and since all purchases are final, he will not be able to backtrack.
“That is quite a heavy situation, sir,” I say smoothly, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “I would recommend one in the thirteen to fifteen thousand dollar range. Any man willing to pay that much for his spouse is clearly on his way to a happy marriage.”
More likely a divorce, but he’ll figure that out when he crosses that bridge.
He nods dumbly, pointing at one of the most beautiful rings in the case, and it is priced at fourteen thousand, which is a good price for one of these rings. It looks like something Elijah would wear, which reminds me to steal one from the display case for him later.
My beautiful soulmate would love it.
“Wonderful choice, sir,” I say, picking the ring from the display case and showing it to him. “Do you know her ring size?”
He nods and relays it to me, and I walk to my register and switch the ring out for an identical one that is his wife’s size. In my store, I have several of the same ring so I can sell the day they come in and do not have to take time to size them. Personally, I prefer not to see clients again, as recurring faces bore me.
It is much less fun to trick them when they come in several times. Besides, I almost never forget a face, and I can always remember their annoying sob stories so it becomes boring.
“Credit?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
Oh, this day is just getting better.
As he grabs his checkbook from his back pocket, I take out one of our nice leather boxes with the logo of my shop on it from my register.
“Before you write the check, would you like to purchase one of our specially made gift boxes for an additional fifty dollars?” I ask, already putting the ring in the box as he starts to nod. “Wonderful, your total will be fourteen thousand and fifty dollars.”
He writes the check, signs it, and I hand him his boxed ring, a malicious grin on my face as he takes it.
“Have a wonderful day,” I say, escorting him from my shop and closing the door behind him.
We don’t close for another hour, but I usually do not get many people right at the end of the day, so I make my way to my back office where Elijah casts me a dark look before he continues to organize my messy office.
I am not the most organized demon, but my Elijah is absolutely neurotic and he is determined to keep my office an organized, tidy place. Personally, I do not see the issue, as I still am able to find everything that I need.
I approach my love from behind, grabbing his hips and kissing his neck.
He almost relaxes at my gentle touches, but he lets out an irritated huff and shoves me off of him. When Elijah turns around, his eyes are glowing green and I can see his skin has slightly darkened as his inner demon tries to fight and escape.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, trying not to laugh at the fact that I still tower over him despite our demon forms being a bit bigger when we shift.
Even if he has not fully shifted, I know he is a smaller demon. After all, we have been in love for hundreds of years and I know everything there is to know about my Elijah.
“The fact that you have to ask is fucking ridiculous,” Elijah snarls, crossing his arms. “You were rubbing up against that human! I was all of three seconds from going out there and killing that bastard!”
I run my fingers through his hair. “You are so sexy when you’re angry,” I purr, and I see him relax in seconds.
His demonic side fades and I see my love back in his human form. Elijah has platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes when in his human form, and he has a lot of ear piercings and a tongue piercing that drives me insane when he sucks me off.
“I’m sexy all the time,” he replies, still sounding a bit bitter.
I kiss his lips all while running my hands underneath his shirt. “I was influencing that man to buy one of our expensive rings, my love,” I say, slowly pulling his shirt off. “So I can take my little demon out and show him off… just not too much or I may shift in public and attack anyone who looks at you.”
Elijah giggles. “Master Alastor said he did not choose our soulmates, and that the deepest desire of our demons chose them… what were ours thinking pairing Greed and Envy together?”
“I have no idea,” I respond as I sit down on our comfy office chair. “But I will always be grateful for it, my love.”
Elijah kneels down in front of me and unzips my pants. “Hopefully you don’t get anything on yourself,” he quips, pulling my cock out of my pants and running his tongue along the tip. “Your black pants would not appreciate it.”
I scowl, pushing his head down on my cock, and it hardens almost instantly as Elijah chokes around it. “Then you better swallow it all or I’ll have to punish you for spilling on my pants.”
Elijah gags, tears in his eyes, but I know he loves it. If he didn’t, he would tap my leg twice, but chances are I would be able to sense it long before due to our soulmate bond. The last thing I would ever do is cause any kind of harm to my soulmate.
I let go of Elijah’s head and he pulls off, breathing deeply as I stand up and grip the sides of his head, thrusting deep down his throat. I groan in pleasure as the tip of my cock slams against the back of his throat and I feel Elijah trying to suck around me as best as he can with me controlling our movements.
When I glance down, I see my brat has taken his own hard cock out of his pants and I scowl when I see that he is stroking himself.
I pull out of his mouth and reach into one of our drawers that is filled with sex toys and other things we use to spice things up. Demons are known to be extremely sexual, so I suppose it is not all that surprising that we have a drawer for sex toys.
I grab a pair of leather handcuffs and lock Elijah’s hands behind his back. “I thought it was clear that I was taking control?” I growl at him, but of course he does not seem fazed.
“You are going to wake up with a cock ring on and your hands tied to the bed tomorrow,” Elijah growls.
I shut him up by shoving my cock down his throat, making him whimper as I thrust down his wet channel. It’s clearly very exciting to him, as his cock keeps twitching and he is slowly moving his own hips, trying to find some kind of friction.
“Good boy,” I purr, panting the whole time I praise him. “At least your mouth is good for something.”
Elijah glares at me and I can feel vibrations run up my cock as he tries to talk to me, probably bitching me out.
“Fuck!” I growl, feeling my orgasm build up and I try to hold it for as long as I can. “If you get anything on my pants I will smack your ass until you can’t sit for a week.”
Elijah whimpers and the vibrations are my undoing, and I shove my cock as deep as it will go, long spurts of cum flying down his throat. As soon as he swallows it all, I pick him up, sitting him on my lap facing away from me and I grab his hard cock in my hand, squeezing it harshly.
“Do you want to come?” I ask, biting his earlobe and then leaving little bites down his neck.
He groans. “Yes!” he begs, thrusting into my hand, but my grip on his hip keeps him from going anywhere.
“Count down from fifteen,” I whisper in his ear, stroking him quickly and I can tell he is struggling to hold back his orgasm.
Elijah shrieks as cum flies out of his cock, and I watch some of it land on my pants. He pants as he comes down from his high, his head against my shoulder.
I pick up my soulmate and bend him over the desk, landing a smack to his right cheek.
“Hey! What was that for?” he demands as he looks back at me.
“You got cum on my pants,” I point out, nodding at my slacks.
Elijah growls. “Not my fault,” he snarls, pulling at the handcuffs. “I need aftercare, not a spanking!”
He genuinely is coming across as annoyed right now, so I uncuff his hands and shuffle through the drawers until I find a pair of pajama pants. Elijah sighs in content as I dress him up and then lift him up, carrying him to the front of the store.
“Don’t we still have a half an hour?” Elijah asks me, yawning.
“I had an emergency come up,” I respond, setting the alarms up. “I have to take care of the love of my life.”
Elijah smiles, climbing in the back of our car to lay down once I have closed up the store and we are getting ready to head home.
As he lies in the back, I cannot help but feel a bit of an empty hole in my gut. My little demon looks so small back there, and while I have never brought it up with Elijah, it feels as though something is missing.