Sinful Obsession

2. 2 – Vienna

2 – Vienna

F ingers gliding softly over my cheek rouse me from sleep, a cool sensation that turns into molten heat, igniting my body with a warmth I’ve craved since I first met Asmodeus. His fingers continue down to my jaw and then lower, grazing my neck before rising again to run across my lips. I shoot up in bed and grab the hand, tugging it toward my chest. Asmodeus chuckles, a rich dark sound that carries through the room. He straightens slightly, bent over my bed, our faces inches from each other as I stare into his dark eyes.

“Love, I missed you,” he breathes before capturing my lips in a kiss. He moves to sit beside me on the mattress, wrapping his arms around my waist and dragging me into his lap. I straddle his thighs as I cling to him, savoring his mysterious taste and that wicked forked tongue as it slips into my mouth. He thrusts his hips upward, his cock brushing against my bare pussy, reminding me that I’m completely naked in front of my demon. “Did you dress for me?” Asmodeus jokes as he pulls away.

He reaches up to run a hand through my hair, locks I recently chopped off because I needed something different. While most of my classmates whined that my hair was gone, Asmodeus loves everything I change. He loves every part of me without fail. I don’t answer him, watching as he greedily takes in his fill. I always sleep naked, always have but now it’s in anticipation of Asmodeus appearing.

His hands glide down my shoulders and to my breasts lightly squeezing them before falling lower to the belly I can’t seem to get rid of. No amount of exercise and diet pills have ever worked to make me smaller but Asmodeus doesn’t mind. His fingers wrap around my hips, grabbing the extra skin and squeezing before he drags me closer to him. Then he pulls me down so that I can feel the full length of his cock through the fabric of his pants.

“I was worried you wouldn’t come tonight. You didn’t last night.” A whimper follows my words as he begins to rock me over his cock, no doubt waiting for me to shatter. I’m already pent up on anger and disappointment, his movements making it easy to fall apart.

He hums as he moves forward to kiss me again, his lips trailing down to my jaw and then my neck, lightly sucking on the sensitive skin. “You know I’ll always come back to you, Vienna. You’re mine, remember?” I grip his shoulders as the heat grows in my lower belly, Asmodeus moving a hand between us to press against my clit. A gasp tears from my mouth as he massages the mound, alternating the pressure until I have to slap a hand over my lips to keep from crying out. “Give this to me, love. Fall apart on my fingers.”

He continues to direct the pace, making it impossible for me to pull away as my entire body shudders with the force of my orgasm. When he nibbles against my neck, I’m done for, coating his pants as he continues to massage my clit until I’m whimpering for relief.

“Always so beautiful for me, love.”

“It’s been so hard,” I push out when I can finally catch my breath, still straddling his thighs. Feeling the bulge still pressed up against me is distracting but I need Asmodeus to understand. “Not one person believes me. They think I’m crazy. They even gave me pills! Why can’t you just show yourself to them? Tell them that I’m not crazy?” I’m being selfish. Asmodeus has explained multiple times that he shouldn’t even be in this world, that his presence alone might disrupt the delicate balance of the universe. The frustration bubbles up even as I’m thinking about Asmodeus fucking me to sleep and curling up to his chest afterward.

Something is definitely wrong with me.

Asmodeus’ gaze softens as he kisses me again, my anxiety falling away with his touch. “You don’t need them to believe you but soon they’ll have no choice.” He brushes a few fingers across my neck, a shiver running down my spine. “Tonight, I’ll mark you. They’ll see who you belong to, love.”

He’s mentioned marking me a few times, a permanent mark that won’t fade as my body heals. Still, I’m wary as to what that means. I search his expression, trying to understand what’s going on in his head as he twists around and slowly lowers me back to the bed. He stands and strips off his clothes before moving between my thighs, hovering over me again.

He’s perfection in human form, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. He dives in and sucks my tongue into his mouth before letting go, the movement catching me off guard. “I told you that you were mine, Vienna. Every part of you. From that deviant tongue of yours, to these beautiful curves,” Asmodeus slides down my body, his breaths fanning across my pussy. “To this gorgeous cunt.” He licks a stripe through my release, my back bowing off the bed, a little moan filtering through my lips. “To those beautiful sounds you make when I touch you. My mark will only show everyone what you already know.”

“Really?”

“It’s a reminder of who I am to you, of you to me. It will protect you in a way the world can recognize, in a way that even those in my world will understand.”

Asmodeus has never truly explained his history the way he’s explained Earth’s history. I’ve always wanted to ask but he deflects, saying that I’m not ready to understand the fabric of balance and how it connects to my very human existence. So, I focus on the most important part as Asmodeus crawls back up the bed.

“Everyone will see it?”

“Yes, love.” He trails his fingers down my arm before pulling it to wrap around the back of his neck. A deviant grin spreads across his lips as he rocks himself against my core, my entire body tingling with anticipation. “Those that need to know you are claimed will see that you are loved, that you are mine .” The last word comes out in a growl as I shiver again.

His face turns up into this nightmarish, predatory smile as he surges forward, filling me with his cock in one thrust. My body lights up with pleasure as it vibrates inside of me, one of many quirks Asmodeus has shown me over the past weeks. He smashes his lips to mine as I come again, his cock thrumming inside of me, my pussy clenching around it. Tears glaze over my eyes as the vibration picks up speed, my demon grinning against my lips.

“Take your pleasure, love. Fall apart for me. Give in to me. ”

I’m pretty sure I sold my soul to him at some point as he pulls out, flips me over, and then plunges right back into my sex. My scream is muffled by the pillows as he grips my waist, his fingers digging into the extra skin there and pulls my ass up in the air. He’s relentless and rough, fucking into me like he owns my body. But he does. He’s told me time and time again that he does. My fingers curl into the bedding as his cock alternates between vibrating and having a mind of its own, something akin to a tongue licking up and down my channel.

It's a pleasurable torture that has me writhing beneath my demon as every thrust inside of me ramps me up to my third orgasm of the night. Just as I try to bury my face into the pillow, Asmodeus slips a hand into my hair and yanks my head back, my scream erupting into the darkness of the bedroom. Embarrassment heats my cheeks knowing that my parents are just down the hall but Asmodeus doesn’t care.

He thrusts one last time before I feel his release filling me up and spilling between my thighs, Pain explodes through my shoulder as his lips encircle my skin before it’s replaced by a sense of euphoria. I fall limply against the mattress as the sensations overwhelm me, a long unbidden groan tumbling from my lips. That dark chuckle is there again as Asmodeus rolls me onto my back, cradling my cheeks as he rouses me from whatever haze he put me under.

“Come back to me, love. There you go.” He nuzzles his nose against mine as I drag in a breath, suddenly aware of my surroundings and the strange bite on my neck. It’s not bleeding, nor is it sore but the skin feels… different. The physical presence of our bond fixes something in me as I sag against him, his heartbeat bringing me down from my high completely.

Asmodeus wraps his arms around me, tucking me tighter into his chest. We stay there for several moments, the darkness the only thing I find comfortable. His fingers start to wander, moving up my arm and then down my back, moving in little circles.

“Don’t worry about them, love. I can see you worrying. They are small-minded, bound by rules and ideas they were given instead of those they chose for themselves. They fear what they don’t understand.” He pauses, his fingers lingering on the curve of my spine. “But you… you are different. You’ve always been different.”

I look up at him, a soft smile spreading across my lips. “I am?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, his hand drifting over the place he marked me, a faint impression just below my collarbone. “You’re brave, Vienna. Curious. You’re willing to see beyond the world they’ve built, beyond the walls they try to keep you inside of. That’s what makes you special.” His fingers press gently against the mark, and a strange comfort settles over me.

I press my thighs together, whining as the sensation strengthens, Asmodeus laughing at my response. His touch is hypnotic, each stroke lulling me deeper into the safe world he’s created. He’s overwhelming and not enough at the same time as I reach forward to trace my own circles across his chest, studying the muscles that shiver beneath my touch.

“I love you,” he whispers, his words gentle, his hand threading through my hair. “I’ve loved you since before the first time I saw you.”

My breath catches because that’s impossible. How could he love me before he saw me? It’s as if fate pushed us together despite the universe trying to pull us apart. One wrong move and we could upset the balance of the world and yet, I can’t find it in myself to care. In Asmodeus’ arms, everything works. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed, wrapped up in a mystery I don’t care to solve.