Delightfully Demonic

“Figured.”  The demon replied.  Satisfied with having knocked him down a few pegs, there was no real need to leave.  She didn’t entirely believe him, because if he was really fine with any kind of attention, why not try and stop her so he could soak up the praise?  Not wanting to give the physical effort?  That was a weak answer.  “If you want attention so much, why don’t you fuck with some humans?  Find some cultist, play around?  Or is it too hard for you to play nice?”

“Humans are fine for playing around from time to time, but most of them get boring really easily, and then I end up making a meal of them,” Blackheart replied, still pouting a bit. “Not that I dislike getting a snack out of my boredom, but I’m attempting to try and be a bit more discerning with the things that go into my mouth.” A smug grin came onto the demon prince’s face as he looked Beelz over. “And I must say, I really wouldn’t mind having any bit of you in my mouth, but I get the feeling the only think I’d be likely to taste today is your foot down my throat if I don’t quit bothering you.”

She cocked a brow. “Honestly, I wouldn’t care what you did as long as it was as painful as possible. Slow too for that matter so it lasted long. Then naturally tell her why, cause im sure her face in hearing my name would be priceless.”

The beast furrowed his brow, intrigued by the anger the was coming off of her his in waves. There was something supremely satisfying in the sensation, but it also made him curious. He could very well tap into her mind and find the source of all the rage, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me...what exactly did your mother do?”

“Oh my god. You’re such a perv.” She laughed. “Well I need those people! Otherwise I don’t have a job and won’t get paid.” She rolled her eyes. “You can cause as much mayhem as you want with me later.”

“Well, I mean, I am a demon, so I don’t know what else you would have expected of me,” he shrugged. “I’m doomed to be vile...not much of a curse though since it’s so amusing. And I will be holding you to your word, so don’t make any promises you can’t keep.”

As she laid down, Blackheart tossed off his coat. He could have easily just rid himself of clothes with a thought, but he always like this part. The slow build up to exposed skin. Reaching down, he grabbed her shirt and pulled, buttons coming off with ease. “I’ll get you a new one,” he said simply, pushing her legs apart as he more carefully handled the fly of her pants. “And don’t think I missed that look. I sought you out specifically. You should feel honored.”

“Happily,” he replied, deciding he hadn’t the time for any further idle chatter. He’d come here with a purpose, stated it, and now, it was time for him to make good on it. He leaned in and lifted her chin, looking her over with a hungry expression. Yes, she was just what he’d been looking for. Plenty pretty and obviously willing. “Lay down,” the demon said curtly, his hand moving from her chin to rest lightly on her throat, her pulse beneath his fingers.