Tempted (6 page)

“
Business
and
pleasure...what a lovely combination,
having something to occupy your days and your nights.”

His eyes were riveted to her enticing
cleavage. He stepped a little closer and his arm slipped around her
waist. He scorched her with his touch. His fingertips exerting a
much wanted pressure into the flesh of her ass.

At that moment, the waiter arrived with
their drinks. They broke apart as he took them from the tray and
handed them each their double shot of whiskey.

“
Xonil, pay the man,” he barked
at his small, but pleasant faced companion.

“
Xonil? That's unusual...” she
remarked, as Xonil whipped out his wallet and slapped his platinum
American Express card on the waiter's tray.

“
It's an ancient name. He comes
from an ancient family, as do I.”

“
Is he your brother?” she
probed.

“
Not my brother, more a distant
cousin, three times removed.”

“
Really? So not a close
relation, then?” She smirked to herself. She knew enough to tell
this was his lieutenant. His assistant. A demonic spawn of
Hell.

He downed his drink in one mouthful. He
barely registered its flaming descent, as it slipped down his
luscious throat.

Not to be outdone, she knocked back hers,
just as sharply. It stung her throat like a swarm of angry hornets
but she wasn't going to admit to it. Closing her eyes, she feigned
pleasure, while hiding her eye watering reaction.

He tucked his face into her neck and
whispered in her ear.

“
I have a room upstairs, shall
we go?”

The scent of him engulfed her. A musky,
heavy aroma, like nothing she had ever smelled before. There was a
heady cologne, yes, and that suited him well and pleased her
receptive nose, but the underlying scent was the one that aroused
her more. Was it the scent of lust and desire, or pure
unadulterated sex? She couldn't be sure. Only that he was
intoxication personified.

And a very fast worker.

It didn't look like she'd have to wait that
long before the words “My God,” were falling from his mouth.

“
Excuse me, s
ir,
” she said, with mock indignance,
“what type of woman do you think I am?”

She couldn't control the emergence of a loud
gasp, as his hand confidently took hold of her breast. His fingers
splayed possessively around it, as he gazed into her eyes, with a
ferocity which left her breathless.

“
One that needs fucking, and
that's what I'm offering.”

“
How sweet an invitation,” she
murmured, upping the husky and seductive tone. Her hand snaked down
to the front of his pants, between his legs. She took his balls in
her palm, massaging him sensuously, and squeezing firmly. His eyes
registered surprise at the forward nature of her embrace. One
matching his tight hold of her breast. “Maybe I don't want to be...
ummm...
fucked
.. sir.”

He smiled at her in such a way, that the sun
came out in her head.

“
Oh I think you do. But I'll
make love to you if you'd prefer that. Either way, you'll be
getting the same thing.” He cocked a heavy eyebrow, and his lips
twitched with amusement. Her panties were suddenly
drenched.

“
I'll think about it, I may get
a better offer later.” She gave the base of his rock hard, thick
shaft, a sharp tweak with her finger and thumb. Then she waltzed
off to the ladies room to refresh her face and gather her
composure. Her panties were so soaked, they were about to drip. She
needed some dry ones. She entered the cubicle, dried the evidence
of her desire and changed them for one of her spares, dropping the
wet ones in the trash outside. Then she leaned against the vanity
unit, gazing at her impressively voluptuous body, her large come
hither eyes and her bee stung lips, in the mirror. Gehove had
granted her looks to die for. She painted a stunning picture. One
Uvall could hardly resist. As she could hardly resist him. Her eyes
were so full of desire. In fact the whole of her was so full of
lust for Uvall she could quite easily explode, there and then. Her
lengthy sexless period in Heaven and being presented with the
sexiest thing alive - or dead - was giving her a female hard on,
like no other. Hopefully she was making him burn in equal
anticipation. Although, she thought, she was probably burning twice
as hot as him already. After two minutes she gave up with her
anticipation building before she combusted like the fires of Hell,
and she eagerly returned to the casino floor.

But no Uvall. He was gone.

She looked around in panic, her heart going
into overdrive.

Oh My God... where is he? What have I done?
I shouldn't be playing dating games with him. He's a demon. I'm
here to save the fate of mankind. What the hell did building the
chemistry between us and wearing fresh panties matter? For fuck's
sake Lila...you idiot...

She was giving herself the biggest mental
kick ever. What could she say to Gehove about losing her prey,
after having had him handed to her on a silver platter? She would
be cast down. Thrown into the fiery pit. She would become dust on
the floors of Hell, where Uvall would trample on her unawares.

She was sweating, entering into a state of
high anxiety when someone behind her lifted her hair.

His warm breath seared her skin. And she
sighed loudly. Mainly with pure relief.

“
Miss me, beauty?” His silky
deep voice rumbled in her ear, setting off the flow of dampness in
between her legs again. She had to admit, she loved his instant
effect on her sex.

“
Miss you? Why should I? Who the
hell are you anyway, Uvall?” she said, jokily. A small smile of
triumph curled up the corners of her mouth. A new wave of desire
took her by storm as he chuckled deeply behind her.

“
Who am I? I'm your deepest
darkest desires. I'm everything you want and need. And I believe we
have a date in my room, Lila.” His arms appeared around her waist,
and he squeezed all the breath from her body as he pulled her back
against his hard warmth. His hot tongue lapped at her earlobe. Then
he sucked it. Then he bit it. His teeth chewed that little piece of
flesh like it was a tasty morsel of food he didn't ever want to
finish eating.

Oh...oh...oh my...OH...

Her legs gave way beneath her with the
sublime shock of his mouth on her. She was lifted off her feet,
into his arms and he strode off with her, like she was his prize.
He moved at a fast pace, through the hotel lobby to the elevators,
where he placed her on her feet and pressed the button for the top
floor,

She gazed at him in awe.

“
The Presidential Suite?” she
managed to utter.

“
Only the best, for you.” His
double meaning was clear. He considered her to be the best. The
hottest piece of female ass in Vegas. He was undeniably the hottest
piece of ass in the entire world. Up, down and middle
realm.

His eyes captured hers and took them
prisoner. She couldn't look away. Nor did she want to.

Uvall. Demon of the Night. Seducer of women.
Warlord.

Dark Duke of Hell's caverns and completely
gorgeous edible hunk.

Ravish me to death.

And thank you my dear, dear Gehove,for this
wonderful assignment.

Everything was going so well. He was full of
himself.

It was his first night in the realities.
He'd arrived in advance of the swarm from Hell. To his delight he
had discovered the Gates of Hell were unlocked and unbarred, and
better still, unattended. They had no need to confront the avenging
Angels or dispatch the Watchers. Although he was hungry for a
battle with the other side, he did not wish to see unnecessary
death in his ranks. He valued his Legion. Every last one of the
creatures. They had been borne of his cavern. They were like
children to him. Insolent, stupid children, a lot of them, but
still, they were his, nonetheless. His first night in the realities
was to be a time of relaxation and pleasure. He'd had a few drinks
with Xonil, won a fortune on the roulette table, with a little more
than pure luck on his side, and he had arranged a room in the best
hotel in Las Vegas.

He loved Las Vegas.

What demon wouldn't?
He chuckled to
himself.

It was hot, full of corruption - similar to
Hell in many respects, but very much more interesting. Mainly due
to the oral pleasures of food and drink. And the girls...he loved
the pretty girls in the casinos. One of which was standing outside
his room that very second, as he swiped the door key in the slot
with over enthusiastic fingers.

He glanced over her shoulder to the end of
the corridor. Xonil was hovering behind, like he always did. The
little demon was the most faithful servant. He would wait there all
night, ensuring Uvall was safe in his suite. He always covered his
back, no matter the cost to his own safety or personal comfort.

Uvall planned to make him cavern Duke after
he had risen to the ranks of Prince. Xonil deserved it. Ever since
he was born, in the cavern, centuries ago, he had taken to Uvall,
and treated him like his father. Uvall had watched him grow from
the tiniest imp to a similarly small demon. He was popular with the
legion, the Legatus respected him. He was intelligent and quick
witted and very capable of running the cavern. With a settling in
period, he would make a fine Duke. And he would give him some more
stature in due course - he needed to grow a foot or two – and
better looks, so he had some luck with females.

He sent Xonil a silent word of thanks and
bade him goodnight. He saw him sink to the floor, instantly. Xonil
could sleep anywhere. At the blink of an eye, he dropped off,
although he remained on high alert throughout his slumber.

Uvall smiled to himself and returned his
gaze to Lila.

Mmm, Lila...

Her name sent shivers of pleasure up and
down his spine. Simply looking at her had the same effect. He had
never seen such beauty as this. She was curvier than Venus herself
and her sexuality was like an raw aura around her. Her black hair
and pale skin were both so luminous, they reminded him of those of
an angel. He had very similar characteristics to hers, albeit that
his were somewhat tainted, by the dark side.

It was as if she was made purely for him.
Made from all those physical and intangible elements of woman he
found most delicious. Built for his pleasure. He knew,
instinctively, he would have no need of another woman in his bed
tonight. He could tell that their satisfaction was to be mutually
enjoyable. He was getting impatient to take her. It had been many
weeks since he last fucked a woman and he was having trouble
controlling himself with Lila so close to his side.

He could quite easily put her in a trance,
and have his way with her, the very second they entered his
suite.

But he wanted more than her body under his
control. He wanted heated participation. To see her brown eyes
burn. He needed those small soft hands to hold him, and that mouth
to suck him. He wanted his name on her lips.

He wanted everything she
possessed; her mind; her body...maybe even her soul.

But right now, he wanted her cunt. To taste
it and eat her out all night. He could smell her arousal. He knew
she was wet for him, ready and waiting. And so willing.

She was obviously a little loose in
morality, approaching him so shamelessly, the light of seduction
plainly written in her eyes. Uvall normally approached women of his
own choosing. But he was glad she'd made her move. She'd seen him
and liked what she saw and her eyes had told him how much she
wanted him. He had deliberately enticed her after that – using his
charms to weave a spell - she couldn't have fought against him if
she tried – not that she had any intentions of that, apparently.
Her playful, coy conversation had told him all he needed to know.
He'd toyed with her for a moment, disappearing on her. And he'd
found it to be a very rewarding game. The sigh of complete delight
which met his ears as he returned to her, was stirring, and fed his
very large ego a treat.

Taking her hand in his, he led her inside
the suite.

He clicked his fingers and sound-activated
lights and soft music appeared, as if by magic.

Uvall was enjoying his taste of earthly
luxury. He always looked forward to having the softness of a real
bed to sleep on.

His stone slab in Hell was practical. But
purely that. No linens. Nothing to care for or to maintain.

As he looked around, he knew this was what
he really wanted. Luxury. Beautiful fine things. Perhaps he could
have a bed like this in his new quarters? And a serving demon to
care for it.

His eyes caressed the cotton sheets; the
corner turned back and exposed on the pale gray satin of the
coverlet resting sleekly next to them. He was dying to feel the
cool white softness against his skin, as he luxuriated on the
softness of the mattress below. Uvall was looking forward to his
bedtime experience in many ways. His gaze traveled across the wall
to the collection of the whitest towels, which sat on a stand by
the bathroom door, ready to be wrapped around his clean body.

Bathing. How decadent it was. He enjoyed
lying in a bath, submerging himself in the coldest water he could
bear. He had covered his skin and hair in everything he could find.
Soaps, lotions and potions. After his bath, he had smothered his
dry clean body, with some of the exclusive male scent he found. It
smelled so good.