Sinful Obsession

9. 9 – Vienna

9 – Vienna

T he corridors of Briarwood seem to stretch on forever as I trace a path across the stonewalls through the dimly lit hallways. The silence is thick, pressing down on me with each step, amplifying every small sound—the soft scrape of my Crocs against the floor, the quiet hum of electricity buzzing somewhere in the walls.

I have no idea where I’m headed. There’s something pulling me closer, guiding me toward a familiar darkness that I can only hope is Asmodeus.

I keep one hand against the wall, letting it guide me as I walk. The walls feel ancient, rough beneath my fingertips, like they hold secrets in the stone, echoes of all the people who’ve passed through these halls, leaving parts of themselves behind.

Every so often, I pass a door, peering inside the small rooms, each as bleak and empty as my own. Some hold two or three beds, others are cluttered with shadows of personal effects—a single crumpled book on the floor, a broken mirror propped against the wall, a faded photograph tucked under a pillow. But none of it feels real. It’s as if these rooms are waiting, biding their time, empty shells meant to hold memories that have long since faded.

The deeper I go, the stronger the pull becomes. It’s like I can feel him , his presence pressing against me, filling the empty space in the air. I close my eyes for a moment, the warmth of his energy wrapping around me, filling my lungs until I feel like I’m drowning in it. My heart beats a little faster as I imagine him beside me, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks, his hands running along my bare skin. I can almost feel his touch, the warmth of his body against mine, and the tickle that runs through me as he whispers my name.

“Come closer, love,” his voice purrs in my mind, as if he’s right here, standing beside me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re getting closer.”

A shiver tears down my spine as I rush forward, following that intoxicating pull. The air thickens with each step until it’s overwhelming, the urge to call him to appear beside me growing as I’m swallowed by the darkness.

The hallway seems to narrow, carrying a faint scent that reminds me of smoke and something sweet, like burning incense. A strange wind stirs around me, winding through the corridor and brushing against my skin, lifting my hair in a way that shouldn’t be possible. There are no windows here, no cracks in the walls, no doors to the outside that I’ve seen.

“Just a little further,” Asmodeus whispers. “You’re almost there.”

The inkling that this demon could be leading me to my death lingers in the back of my mind but it would be a sweet death and in a place like this, it could almost be merciful.

He continues to whisper to me as I press forward, heat growing in my lower belly until a whine pulls from my throat. The energy seems to rip away the old Vienna, the one that trusted so easily, replacing her with one that is resolved to unravel the mystery. I’m lost to this never ending maze of stone. And then I see it.

At the end of the hallway, a door stands before me, its dark wood carved with strange symbols that seem to shimmer in the dim light. There’s a warmth radiating from it, filling the air with a sense of something forbidden, something ancient and powerful. My breath catches in my throat and I reach out, my fingers trembling as they brush against the cool surface of the door.

“This is it,” Asmodeus whispers, his voice filled with anticipation. “The portal to Hell. This is why you feel me here, why you’re drawn to this place.”

“Hell?” I ask no one in particular. It never truly occurred to me that there would be an entrance or that being in Briarwood would lead me to Asmodeus’ door. But it’s right here, just beyond this wooden slab, the place where my demon came from, the place that binds us together. Unlike all of the other doors, there’s just one simple knob here as if no one would dare find themselves in this place.

After all, I have no idea how I would find it without Asmodeus’ help.

“Open it,” he whispers, his voice filled with dark promise. “Open it, and we can be together. Truly together, forever.”

I expect it to be locked, for this moment to fall away into nothingness but the faint click as I turn the knob ignites a new passion inside of me. And then suddenly, Asmodeus is there as the door swings open. He drags me against his chest, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers ‘I love you’. I can feel the grin on his lips against my skin as he drags me inside, the heat inside much hotter than the hallways I waded through. It’s just short of unbearable, my demon refusing to let me go as he points to the stone floor beneath us.

Fiery red light emboldens the stone, showing off the heat from below. Strangely enough, the stones aren’t hot.

“See what I mean?” he murmurs, his voice filled with amusement as he kisses the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “This is why you feel so close to me here. This place connects us, binds us together in ways you can’t even imagine.”

I tilt my head, leaning into his touch, my pulse racing as his lips move against my skin, his hands moving to sit on my hips. “I feel it,” I whisper, a faint tremor running through me. “I feel you.” The darkness he always brought into my room is here, a hundredfold. And it feels more like home than anything else ever has.

Asmodeus tugs me closer, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s both possessive and tender. It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages when it’s only been hours. Still, I sink my fingers into his hair, grasping at the need coursing through me. “I need you,” I breathe against his lips, surprising myself at the whine that follows.

He does this to me. He brings out my craving for his darkness. Only him.

“Love, as much as I want to take you, doing so here would be different. I’m more demon than I’ve ever been with you and I don’t want to hurt you.” He kisses me again before stepping back, revealing what he means.

The Asmodeus in my room is almost human, a warrior of a man. Here, his tarred, shadowy skin gleams like polished obsidian, veins of molten fire pulsing beneath its surface. His tail, thick and sinuous, flicks behind him, its forked end curling as if alive. His eyes glow a deep, molten red, their intensity holding me captive. His forked tongue flicks over his lips as he watches me, his expression unreadable but laced with something raw and vulnerable. He’s no less beautiful than the man in my room, maybe even more blindingly so as I stare at my demon. This isn’t his true form but the energy seeping from this portal is making it hard to assume the form I always see.

I take a step closer. “You won’t hurt me,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the ache building in my chest. “You can’t hurt me, not when you love me.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest, his hands clenching at his sides. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Vienna. My love doesn’t make me less of a demon.”

“No,” I reply, lifting my chin. “But it makes you mine.”

Before he can protest again, I push up onto my tiptoes, cupping his face with my hands. His skin is warm beneath my palms, the faint hum of his power beneath the surface. I press my lips to his, soft at first, testing, but his growl deepens and then the kiss ignites like wildfire.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against him as he slowly lowers me to the floor. The world fades around me, the reason why I’m here and everything else disappearing into the background as Asmodeus devours me. Before I know it, I’m naked against the heated stone beneath, Asmodeus leaning back on his knees as he surveys me. That forked tongue makes another experience before he leans back down, licking up and down my neck before paying attention to my chest.

A cry tears from my throat as he sucks one of my breasts into his mouth, his hand attending the other one. Those elegant fingers seem to elongate and stretch, nails scraping against my skin until I’m writhing for a release. I sink my hands into his hair, feeling him change even as he gives me pleasure.

And then I feel it.

Something like a mixture between silicone and leather, pressing inside of me. My breath catches in my throat as I tug on his hair, whining for an explanation. “Just my tail, love. I couldn’t wait to touch you, to hear those sounds, Vienna.” He stares up at me, a deviant smile forming on his lips as his tail continues. I gasp, my back bowing as the appendage thrusts inside of me. Then it vibrates, just like his cock and I shatter, screaming into the darkness of the room.

Asmodeus chuckles as he moves back up to my lips, murmuring that he has more in store for me, that we’ll spend tonight together. His eyes soften, the molten red flickering like dying embers. He lowers me gently to the floor, his movements careful, reverent. His claws, sharper now than ever, trace along the arms, my body bare beneath his smoldering gaze.

He only gives me a few moments before surging forward, filling me like only he can. His tail whips around us before wrapping around the back of my thigh and slipping between my ass cheeks. A gasp tears from my throat as that muscle presses against my puckered hole, Asmodeus thrusting into my pussy at the same time. He uses my first release to ease the slide as he presses me open, swallowing my cries with another kiss.

I cling to his shoulders as he holds me, fucks me, loves me . He consumes me in ways I can’t explain until I’m shattering all over again, Asmodeus curling me tighter into his arms.

“Claiming you sometimes is never enough,” he whispers into my ear. He nibbles on the lobe, presses soft kisses along my jaw before moving farther down to suck on the mark he gave me. His hips are still moving, still trying to drag out another orgasm. A dry laugh falls from my lips as I squirm beneath him, Asmodeus gently grabbing my waist with those claws of his. “You’re really not scared of me, love?”

“How could I be? You’ve never pretended to be anyone else than the darkness in my room, a darkness that has wholly loved me for me. Why would I be scared of you when you show me your real form?”

God, he’s still moving. If he keeps rocking against me, I’m going to come again. The worst part is that I think he knows as I try to bite back a moan.

“Love, this isn’t my true form.”

“Then show me.”

“Someday. Right now, I’m going to enjoy every last bit of you. I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to make you fall apart until you’re pleading for me to stop. And then I’m going to hold you until I have to leave.”

I have no problems with that.