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Chapter One: The Deal
I felt him on the other side of the door long before Crowley walked in with a perfunctory knock. As his head came around the corner, I was already in my bow, left hand and knee on the ground, head bowed over my right knee.
He chuckled to himself when he spotted me. "Get up, Pet, get up," he said with sparkles in eyes. "We're lovers now, you don't have to bow to me when we are alone."
Lovers, I thought to myself, he called us lovers. Love had nothing to do with this arrangement. I was a concubine. I couldn’t help for the millionth time wondering what in the hell I was doing here.
The King of Hell had wanted a "pure soul" to warm his bed but the closest he got was me, a witch who had never cast black spells. The only deal I had ever made was get the power to help my family.
It was 9 years and six months before he came to me again.
I was mentally preparing myself for the next six months of waiting for the hellhounds to come for me and working on putting my affairs in order when he popped up in my bedroom. I recognized him immediately.
He wore a smug smile and a smart black suit. His vessel had grown a black beard that made him look more distinguished. I knew him. He was the demon who had kissed my lips and given me the powers I needed. I remembered that taste and the zing it put through me.
I had heard from other witches in the community that he was now King of Hell, having pulled control after Lucifer got tossed in the cage. I stood transfixed and scared to my bones as he strolled around my house, occasionally picking something up, and setting it back in place.
Knowing the protocol, I knelt and bowed my head and simply awaited my fate. What happened next, I was not prepared for.
“Oh, so you have heard, smart girl,” his gruff accent floating across the room as he settled onto my couch. “You can get up now. Sit, my pet, we have much to discuss.”
My legs did not want to work but I obeyed.
“I see from your contract, I will have you in the Pit in about 6 months. Such a waste. You are as pure a soul as one can be. Well, as pure as you can after making a deal with me. It would be a waste to have you in the Pit, so I have a proposition for you.”
Another deal? My mind whirled and twirled in my head. I could not think straight, so I simply stared.
“Aw, poor thing, you’re petrified. Don’t worry, girlie, I’m not going to take you now. What I am going to do is tell you my problem.”
I looked up at him then. For the first time, he looked tired, weary almost. Can a demon even be tired? Crowley, exhausted? What is this?
I waited for him to explain.
“You see, Pet, I’m King now. King of all Hell and it’s exhausting. I need a release,” his voice was almost a whisper. “In order to cement my control, I need a show of power and what better show than a concubine who is pure and powerful. And wouldn’t you know, you fit that bill. So, instead of coming to Hell and going to the pit, I offer you this: be my concubine and come to my bed and no toture or pain will come to you, unless you like that kind of thing.”
The last bit was said with a bit of humor, but he seemed almost embarrassed.
“Wha?... a concubine?!” The words choked out of me in surprise.
Not knowing what else to say and my mind spinning I just asked, “Why me, my King? I’m sure you can have anyone, any witch or demon you wanted,” I said with my mind going in circles. Something inside me tingled at the idea, but it was crazy. Why would the King of Hell want me?
“Oh, I could, but it wouldn’t be as fun,” he said with a smirk. “I have a feeling you would be fun. You find me attractive. You may even want me…”
I blushed and tried to stammer out a denial.
“Don’t lie to me, Pet. Your blood pressure spiked and your body went hot as soon as you heard my offer. Even now, you’re trying not to squirm and I know it’s not all from shock.”
Smug bastard, I thought, trying to keep my breathing even.
“You would enjoy it,” his voice so soft I almost didn’t hear it. “I promise.”
The Pit or the King’s bed, what choice did I really have?
“How about a taste?” he ground out and I saw his eyes go dark.
I felt a surge of power whip towards me. He smirked at me. My body went hot, all the spit dried up in my mouth and all the energy went out of my legs.
He caught me and carried me to my bed. I lay there panting.
Not a piece of clothing was out of place and his eyes on my body made me feel naked. A telltale ache settled into my cunt. His nose flared as if he could smell my arousal.
“I am not going to touch you, Pet, yet. I just wanted you to be honest with yourself and to me,” his voice was soft, his eyes so dark. “Tell me I’m wrong, Pet. Tell me how much you don’t want me.”
With my body aching and a hair away from begging, I turned my head away and said nothing.
He growled low in his throat.
Suddenly he was on top of me, hand on my throat. My wrists and ankles were held down by an invisible force.
“Tell me the truth, Pet.” His voice was now a full growl.
“Please,” I breathed out, “please…”
“Do we have a deal?” he asked as the hand not on my throat wandered down and into my slacks. He took a slow swipe at my clit. I gushed.
My breath wooshed out and my hips jerked towards him.
“Do we?” he asked again, his fingers making slow circles, not enough to satisfy the ache but enough to make my body writhe under him.
I whined and felt myself open as he slid one finger into me. Then another… so slow….
I could not move my hips to get the friction I needed. The orgasm teased at me, not getting closer.
Suddenly, he shoved three fingers deep inside me. I screamed. His face was savage but his voice soft “Do we?”
“YES!!! By all the Gods, YES! Just please!!!!!”
His smile was predatory and his fingers hooked into me, hitting my g-spot while his thumb rubbed at my clit.
The orgasm was glorious and painful. Stars shot across my vision and I passed out.
I woke up later still fully clothed and found him sitting in the chair next to my bed. He set the book he had been reading aside. And simply looked at me.
“I did not want to persuade you that way, but you are so tempting, Pet and seem to have the ability to get past my control. I won’t take what you said in the, shall we say, ‘heat of the moment’ as a true deal. So, I will ask again: will you come to my bed as my concubine when your contract runs out?”
My throat was dry and I gulped water from a glass next to my bed. I settled myself a bit and looked anywhere but at him.
“Yes.” The word hung in the room.
The pleasure on his face was all male as he stood and pulled me to my feet.
“Then we have a deal,” he said as he brought his face close to mine.
“We have a deal,” I said and sealed my fate with a kiss.