Chapter 9

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I opened my eyes.

I was lying on the floor in Sable’s bedroom. Sobs came from the corner. Sable peered down at me, a hesitant look in her eye. Charles groaned as he sat up. I was in my body. I could feel Ashtaroth sulking in me. I had chained her. Stopped her with Charles’s help.

I groaned, feeling groggy. I pushed myself up. Cosette and Alanna, two of my maids, clung to each other, sobbing. They stared at me in horror. What had Ashtaroth done to them? Sable sighed in relief, straightening.

“You’re back,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. “She’s chained up. I—”

The memory of the dagger burying into Susannah’s chest shot through me. Panic launched me to my feet. Charles was standing up, too. In the doorway, Mr. and Mrs. Augustine watched on, concern on their faces. My brother was here in the flesh, not just in the spirit.

Fuck, I didn’t have time to deal with him.

“Watch him,” I snapped at Mrs. Augustine. “I’ll speak with you later!”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” Charles said. “We have a lot to talk about.”

I nodded and pushed past him and the Augustines. I barreled down the hallway, passing several of the cops. They stared at me and gasped in relief. That bitch had terrorized them, hadn’t she? Anger boiled in me as I hurtled down the stairs. I rounded them and rushed to the basement.

My heart was in my chest as I reached the basement, the padding floor pulled away to concert, a magical dome in the center around the circle I made to ... to ... sacrifice my unborn child in Moira’s belly. I was willing to do it for power. Shame burned through me.

My own fucking son. What the hell was wrong with me?

Susannah stopped me. Now she died. Moira stared up at me through the barrier, her hands over the wound. Blood was everywhere in there. I had to save her. The barrier dropped. Tears dripped down Moira’s face.

“I can’t save her,” she said. “She’ll be dead before I can cast the spells.”

“No,” I croaked and moved to her. “You’d have to call on a supernatural force.”

“A god. A demon. Yes!” Moira shook her head. “It takes time to perform the rites to summon them, and there has to be a sacrifice of something.”

“Ashtaroth,” said my thought form. Nisha—the real one—was standing by my side again. Ashtaroth had imitated her perfectly.

I shook my head.

“You have a goddess in you. Or a demon masquerading as one.” Nisha arched an eyebrow. “She has the power, and you do not have to summon her. She is your slave.”

I glanced down at Susannah’s pale face. Her blonde hair spilled out around her. I killed her. I have to save her. I had to gamble. This was my Nisha. My thought form. In some ways, she was an extension of me. She knew things that sometimes even I didn’t know.

So I gripped the chain in my soul connecting to that demonic bitch. With a growl, I ripped Ashtaroth out of me. She appeared, a shadowy version of herself, busty and cruel, but not her haughtiness. She stood shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast.

She had suffered a great upset. She was no longer in charge of my soul. I knew that she wanted that so much. I could feel her bristling with it, but she was chained to me. She was my slave. There was no way for her to escape what I had done to her.

“I own you,” I growled at her.

“You do,” Moira said in awe. She could see this apparition. “You have her chained. She must obey you.”

“Mend her,” I growled.

Ashtaroth lifted her gaze. “I’ll have to possess her body for that, Master. And I’ll need a payment.”

“You are not being released,” I said. Even if it cost me Susannah, I could not let this creature free. It hurt so much to say that.

“Fuck her while I possess her,” purred Ashtaroth. “I want to feel your cock pounding my pussy, my Lord. That’s my price. It must be paid. I cannot do anything for free.”

“Done,” I said and leaned down to Susannah. I nuzzled into her ear and said, “I am sending Ashtaroth to save you. Do not fight her.”

Ashtaroth dove into her body. I drew in a deep breath, wondering how this viper would betray me.

Susannah Augustine

I was at peace. I had saved Zach, and now I was slipping away into darkness.

“I am sending Ashtaroth to save you,” whispered through the peaceful black.

Zach?

“Do not fight her?”

A presence filled me. An entity full of cruelty and hatred. I shuddered at her touch. I wanted to fight her. She was seizing control of my dying body. I did not fight her. I did not resist her. I let her grab me for Zach

I was his submissive wife. If he wanted this, then I would obey him. I would carry out his will.

I trusted Zach. Something good would come of this.

Then I wasn’t alone. Ashtaroth was before me. She stared down at me. I trembled. Would she hurt me? But, no, I felt her energy flowing out into my body. She owned it temporarily, and that gave her power over it. She would mend me.

“Thank you, Zach,” I whispered.

“I am the one saving you,” muttered Ashtaroth as she leaned down to me.

“At his command,” I said, so happy. My confidence in my Lord was at an all-time high.

“Yes, yes,” Ashtaroth said, waving her hand. She leaned down to me. “I need you to not resist me. I need you to be one-hundred-percent compliant.”

“I am,” I promised.

“To do so...” She pressed her voluptuous figure on mine, our large breasts piling together. I shuddered at how cold she was. She seemed to drinking in the heat of my soul I quivered as she nuzzled her nose against mine. “We must be united.”

She kissed me.

I groaned as our lips melted together. Her chill and my heat mixed to make this ... exotic. I shuddered, my nipples brushing her icy nubs. Pleasure shot through my soul and through my body. I felt my wounds beginning to heal.

I would survive.

Our tongues danced together as she pressed her pussy against mine. I was pierced in my soul, too. Her nub ground on against my clit ring. We were tribbing. I shuddered as her chilly body made me feel so delicious.

I whimpered into her mouth. I kissed her with passion. I danced my tongue around in her mouth. It was so much fun to make out with her like this. She ground against me. It was just wild to have all this pleasure sweeping through me.

I groaned, making out with her with such wantonness.

I broke the kiss with her and groaned, “You are truly saving me.”

“I am your husband’s slave.” The bitterness filled her expression. “I must.”

I could see the hatred, the venom, in her soul. She would try to poison Zach from the inside. She would work to destroy him. That was so clear. He would have to be strong. Vigilant. He knew about her now. She could not masquerade as the angel Nisha.

“Mmm, yes, yes, I will save you,” she purred and turned on me.

In moments, she was settling into a sixty-nine. Her pussy hovered over me. This sweet aroma filled my nose. She smiled so much like me. That was strange to think. Still, I buried my face into her cunt and licked at her.

I lapped at her with hunger. She groaned as I did that. My tongue flicked around in her twat. I loved feasting on her. I savored lapping at her with everything that I had. She groaned, squirming beneath me. My tongue buried into her pussy.

It was just so good to feast on her like this. I licked and lapped at her with everything that I had. I tongued her cold pussy as she lapped at mine. I shuddered as her icy tongue stroked through my hot folds. A shiver ran through me.

I trembled, my toes curling.

She plunged her tongue into my pussy. She swirled around in me. I loved her doing that to me. I whimpered into her cunt, lapping up her sweet cream. She tasted so much like me. I devoured the demon’s cunt.

She feasted on my twat.

My hot pussy clenched about her probing tongue. I buried into her icy depths, licking at her frigid pussy. I trembled beneath her. I loved the feel of her on me. It was just a rush. She squirmed, smearing her hot flesh on my face.

My fingers kneaded her. I gripped her rump, holding her to my face as she licked me. Every stroke of her tongue through my folds brought us closer to our climax. My body slowly healed, but the pace increased.

As we neared our climax, so did the strength of her healing.

I found her clit and suckled on her. Ashtaroth did the same to mine. We nibbled on each other. It was just wild to do that. I loved licking at her clit. I tongued her bud with passion. It was just a glorious rush to feast on her like this.

I groaned, lapping at her with everything that I had. I shuddered, savoring this moment. I buried my tongue into her pussy and swirled around in her.

She whimpered as I did that. She moaned as I licked at her with all the passion I possessed. I flicked my tongue around in her cunt. I loved devouring her like this. It was just a wonderful thrill. I suckled on her clit.

I nibbled on her bud.

She stroked her tongue over mine.

That icy stroke sent shivers through me. I whimpered, hurtling toward that moment when I would cum. I would have a huge climax. It would be an incredible thrill to just burst like that. I wanted to explode. I craved it so much.

I suckled on her bud. I nursed on her with all my might. She groaned as I did that. I flicked my tongue around in her cunt. I feasted on her with such delight. She groaned as I did that. It was wild to do this to her.

“Oh, oh,” I whispered as she suckled on my clit. Her icy lips nibbled on it. “Yes!”

I came.

My pussy juices bathed her face as my body trembled. I felt the healing surging through me. My heart pounded in my chest. I was so alive. I moaned around her bud as she lapped up my juices. Her soul quivered on mine.

The demon climaxed.

Her juices gushed out just as sweet as I was. I bathed in her icy passion. I licked up her cream, united with her. I trembled through my orgasm as she squirmed on mine. Our boobs rubbed into each other’s stomachs, nipples throbbing.