Celestial Sensations
12. Kingly Duties
CHAPTER TWELVE: KINGLY DUTIES
Southwest Hell, Mours District.
Loethe had a tumultuous day. The Transfernal Council met at her portion of Hell to discuss soul taking under the new age of magic. There were endless stipulations and guidelines, all of which frustrated her no end. When it came to power grabs, even the most notable Lords acted like squabbling children.
She sought solace in her private chambers. There she could collect her unholy thoughts. But there were so many distractions…
“Excuse me, great Queen. I request audience.”
Loethe turned. “You dare intrude on my privacy? I should have you boiled.”
“I meant no offense.”
“You’ve caused it.” The beauteous demon stared in surprise. “I don’t know you. Where did you come from? Are you a new appointment?”
The fat demon sloshed out his tongue. He was grossly obese, with five belly rolls and oily purple skin. Orange eyes nearly bulged from their sockets over a ball shaped nose. A single black horn rose from the center of his bald skull. Behind him, a thick white tail resembling a worm dragged on the floor.
“My name is Gusluk, milady. I was hired by one of the administrative teams as a clerk.”
“I need no notations taken at this time, Gusluk. You may leave now.”
“I meant no offense.” The demon repeated.
“The very sight of you is offending, and an abomination to my eyes.” Loethe complained. “Clearly there needs to be a shakeup in those offices.”
“They are restructuring, great Queen. We discussed similar things before.”
“What are you talking about, fool?” Loethe lashed her tail. “I’ve never seen you before. And hope to never see you again!”
“Despite everything that’s been between us, o Queen?” the demon picked his nose.
Loethe blinked, her lustrous lashes fanning. “Between us…what? Have you gone mad?”
“Give me a word, a soft word.”
The hell queen paused in shock, before realization hit her. She erupted in laughter, clapping.
“Oh, BRAVO!! You got me.”
“I do my best.” The ‘demon’ shifted into a much taller and handsomer figure. A shrouded figure in black with glowing eyes.
Loethe strutted his way, golden heels clanking on hard surface. “So, my dear. You’ve decided to stop avoiding me.”
“For now, at least.” The Stranger pulled her close. “Loethe…I need you.”
“Indeed.” She felt a rock hard bulge pressing through folds of cape. “And what brings you here so suddenly after all this time? Something to do with your human pet?”
He stroked the base of her tail. “No. I’ve been away too long. You’ve made me realize that.”
Lush lips pulled in a smile. “Liar. You’re afraid of hurting your mortal. Don’t deny it, love. You want to tear him apart!”
“Yesss.” The Stranger hissed, clutching his Queen. But Loethe kept taunting.
“And now you think to come here, all hot and hard. I’ve had a stressful day. Perhaps I’m not interested?”
Stranger slapped her ass hard. “I’ll make you interested.”
Loethe arched against him, coiling her tail. Teeth caught the Stranger’s right ear.
“I saw your porn movie, my King. I got so horny and wet. But you weren’t here.”
“I’m here now.” Stranger slapped her ass again, even harder. Blue flesh jiggled from the blow.
Loethe licked his ear and wrapped around. “Stay with me a week.”
“One night.” He growled, kissing her hard.
“A week!”
“No!”
“Then burst, fool!”
“Fine. A week!!” Stranger tossed her over a shoulder and stormed to their chambers. Loethe panted as she was carried, tail looping across broad shoulders. She was damp and ready.
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Seven days later.
They embraced lazily in layers of colored silk. Loethe purred as her King fondled her breasts, nipping them. Bright green hair tangled everywhere.
“Mmm. You were magnificent, my King. Perhaps we should strike a new agreement and make it a month.”
Stranger licked his way up. “My Queen was equally spectacular. However, I can’t stay that long. I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Do?”
Stranger pulled her into his arms. “No games, Loethe. This involves the prophecy, and the timing would be perfect.”
“We’ll see.” A full thigh eased between muscular legs. “Unless you plan on not touching your mortal more than once every six months.”
“I do. Not that it’s any of your business.”
Blue fingers teased wavy white hair. “Even so, I might peep in from time to time. The local networks get boring in stretches.”
“Freak!”
“Pervert!”
They laughed heartily. Loethe fed Stranger some fruit. “You know, your shape shifting skills are second to none. That last shape was so ugly it had me in stitches.”
“I do my best. Next time, I’ll come up with something suitable and even more ridiculous.”
“Don’t forget to see Rakka’s new skull castle. He’ll be upset if you don’t take a look at it.”
“I will, before I leave.”
Loethe squeezed a pole of flesh. “And now, my love. It’s time for your Kingly duties once more.”
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