You are not allowed to do THAT
Last night I evocate King Belial, because We have things to discuss about.
I was in hurry, because I was late, too late. While I walked across a big richly decorated but grey and cold, stone “corridor”, I felt His presence in the grand door’s other side. The door has opened before me, and I saw Him.
Naked Demons was everywhere. Men and women as well, and the near ones hugged are His feet, thighs while He sat “above” me on His Blazing Throne, waiting for me. I took a deep breath before I welcomed Him.
I asked for His apologize, and after the formality, with His single move, pose changeing, the Demons around us slowly retreated, left alone Us, together. I came up to His Throne, and He asks me, to sit down. I just starred at Him and His Throne, but then I decided, and simply take my place on the Arm of His Throne, while my bare, smooth feet slide slowly between His legs, insolently, playfully but at the same time, tenderly.
Here is the fast sketch of my clothes
We started talking about what we wanted before, why we’re was there. Time just rushes on.
We’re drank from one beautiful chalice (Both of us used that one), something strong, sweet liquid layed on that. Then He told me after He finished the story:
― Well this is the reason, why I can’t make you mine, before Abaddon would do it.
I smiled, and I started moving my silky feet between His legs
― So… You can not touch me. You… have to wait, huh?
He smiled as well, and moved my hips on groin. I was scared - because I kept the pact between Them in my mind - but the way how He touched me and played with my increasingly sensitive skin (with my waist, hips, buttocks, thighs) was alluring.
― Do not forget your pact! - I sighted while I felt His finger slowly slips under my “clothe” - Please, stop it! - I touched His face and neck gently but protested.
He smiled, and glanced at the sweet material of the chalice, became frightfully quiet to me, for some second. Then suddenly…
He poured out the sweet, hot drink on to my groin, then spreaded open my thighs, and…
I tried to resist, asked Him to stop and let me free, but how the seconds passed, slowly, I became addicted to the feeling, and deeply inside me, I wished for more. The feelings are swirls inside me, just like the growing lust. With my hand, I gently touched His cheek, strokingly and whispered (with some panted moans) Him to stop it, I’m not “allowed” to do this, and He neither. A King must keep His words, anyway.
He looked up to me, with His hand He still played with me, but leaned closer to give me a long, tasty kiss, mixed with what sweet, strong alcohol and with my body fluids.
The pact “saved me” at this time (sadly, somehow).
Goddamn it, Belial , you should fill my mouth with your… before…