“I should know better by now to try and talk you out of anything.”
“You should,” I agree. “I’m staying. I don’t know for how long, but I’m here. You’re not getting rid of me.”
“That’s the last thing I want,” he admits. Rosier shifts so we look out over the cliffside at the world dripping in red. “Welcome to the Hells, Minnie.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
MINNIE
We stepinto the palace through one of the open archways and are surrounded by people. Well, not people per se–devils of all different statures and shapes. Some of them look like Rosier with horns and tails and skin the color of jewels, though no shade is nearly as vibrant as his. Others are like Lithobates, hybrids of sorts, both familiar and upsetting. The devils all bow their heads as we walk past, Rosier carrying me in his arms like I’m a princess.
As we step deeper into the room, we come across devils dripping with chain armor, sharp teeth and tusks accompanying their horns. One of the devils snorts before stepping to greet Rosier.
“Prince, if we may–”
Rosier shoots him a look, his gold eyes narrowing. The devil steps back, bowing his head and saying nothing further.
That doesn’t stop me from speaking, of course. “Where are you taking me?”
“What did I tell you before?” His tail swishes with delight. “I want to fuck you in my true form.”
We walk deeper and deeper into the castle, into the mountain where it resides. A hallway leads to a massive set of double doors that Rosier opens with his back.
Instantly, my eyes are drawn to the room’s dome ceiling, decorated with thousands of gemstones of all different colors. It reminds me of the stained glass at the museum butmore.It’s certainly more expensive than colored glass. I’m so enamored with looking up that I don’t notice the large bed ‘til Rosier sets me on its edge. This thing is like two king-sized mattresses pushed together. Rosier crawls on top of me, grinning from ear to ear.
“What happened to being all grumpy I came here?” I tease.
“Grumpy? I wasn’t grumpy; I was furious.” He kisses me, then, his fangs brushing along my lips, threatening to rip them like paper. His tongue teases mine, and I feel the split down the middle. Still holding my bottom lip he slowly pulls away. “So I’ll have to punish you, then…”
He curls a finger around the neckline of Amber’s old shirt and tugs, his sharp, scissor-like nails cutting the fabric straight down. He bends his head and runs his tongue from my clavicle down between my breasts. When he reaches my stomach I notice his tongue is forked like a snake’s. Goose pimples rise all along my torso.
“Does my true form frighten you?” His nail teases the elastic of my panties. “Are you afraid?” he asks with glee.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell him. “Just like you were before. But… yes, some parts of you are scary.”
Same as my shirt, he snips my panties from my body. “Am I what you imagined?” He opens my legs and kisses the edge of my knee, working his way up my thighs.
“No.” My voice shakes.
Horns, wings, and a tail were to be expected, yet he’s still not what I imagined. His horns are much longer, his tail more lithe–every part of him ismorethan I thought possible.
“The purple is a nice surprise,” I say, watching his tail flick back and forth behind him. It reminds me of Leaf, and I have to stifle a giggle.
Rosier lifts his head. “What?”
“Nothing,” I assure him before reaching down to stroke his bottom lip with my thumb. “Would you prefer I was afraid of you?”
Rosier answers by snapping at my thumb, holding it gingerly between his teeth. Still holding my thumb in his maw, he crawls forward, looming over me once more.
He takes my thumb in his mouth, the tip of his forked tongue fluttering against my thumbpad. I feel it all through my entire body, between my legs especially. Finally he releases my digit.
“You make me so soft, Minnie.” He grabs my thighs, pulling them apart. “But I won’t be gentle. I’m going to give you that pain you crave so dearly.”
I reach over and tug at his tuxedo pants. His cock springs forward, and my lips part. His girth is as massive as the rest of him and purple as well, but that’s not what surprises me. His shaft is covered in bumps and ridges lined up like scales. I reach for him, wanting to feel them. Rosier’s chest heaves as I stroke him ever so slowly, feeling along each bump. I know I’m about to feel every little bit of him more intimately, but I like familiarizing myself with his true form. As I stroke him, his cock becomes slick, my hand gliding with ease.
Which is a relief, I’m going to need all the help I can get when he’s inside me.
Roiser hisses through his teeth, “Touch yourself.”