Yes, I know this one took a while. But Literotica published the last one faster than I expected. The final chapters will be posted as soon as I can write them.
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"Father? Father! Lucifer!"
She ran down the long main hallway, crying out for someone,
anyone
to help her. Hell was deserted, leaving her calling out for assistance in vain. She continued down the hall, only slowing down to open the doors that lined the tiles walls. Every time she opened one, she would find an empty, dark hole. Not a single demon crossed her path in the hall or inside a doorway.
Where the hell was everyone?
She continued to run, keeping her eyes open for any sign of life. Only the screams of tortured souls broke the silence of the empty hall. She slowed her gait to a walk, clapping her hands over her ears in a desperate attempt to drown out the silent voices in her head. The memories she had, the words they had spoken, the dark understanding that settled into her heart...it was too much as once.
She stopped, breathing heavily. Her heart raced, both from her frantic running and the painful truths that had come to light. Her mother wasn't really her mother. It was some whorish succubus who had killed her mother and taken her place, using Kara to her own advantage. The brothers she had never trusted were scheming with their mother – her 'mother' - to kill the other suitors and marry her. Worst of all, Lyzander was their half-brother. She didn't know if that made him an enemy or an ally. All she knew was she couldn't trust him anymore, not until she figured out who was who in this fucked up games of chess.
She gritted her teeth, pain searing her heart. God damn it! Why couldn't this be like the Disney stories where everyone loves each other and happy little animals are your best friends? No,
this
had to be the harder-than-fuck way of doing things. Why? Because she was in Hell, so it might as well be hard as hell.
She'd just found out that her mother was actually a succubus, two brother were conspiring to kill the other princes – one of whom is secretly related to them – and she couldn't find anyone to fucking help her. Yep, hard as hell.
"Princess?" A deep voice silenced the turmoil in her mind, stopping her mid-step.
Slowly, shakily, she turned to see who had addressed her. Lyzander stood about ten feet behind her, dressed in plain tattered jeans and staring at her with his pale eyes. Something in those eyes made her back up a step. They were a mixture of hunger and rage, as if he were furious to see her and wanted to devour her at the same time.
Shit.
Lyzander cocked his head to the side, a slow smiling forming on his lips. "Something wrong, my lady?"
She backed up another step. "S-stay away from me."
His smile broke into a grin. "Oh, my. Did Darian abandon you after your little liaison? You poor thing, you must feel so cold and alone. Here, let me help you."
He raced forwards, catching her by surprise. He gripped her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall, bracing his hands against the stone and pinning her to the smooth rock. She stared into his pale eyes, heart racing. His grin never waivered. He leaned close, his breath tickling her skin.
"You poor thing. How could he leave you like this?" Without warning her or asking permission, Lyzander kissed her, his mouth devouring her own.
She squealed in surprise and tried to push him away. But no matter how hard she shoved against his chest, his body wouldn't budge. His tongue speared into her mouth, rough and aggressive, devouring everything it touched.
He broke away, his lips locking on to her throat. "My poor, sweet princess. You must feel so empty."
She dragged in a shocked breath of air. "What are – "
He nipped at her skin, making her breath hitch. His hands slid from the wall, his cold fingers slipping under her shirt and pressing against her stomach.
"Just the thought of his hands on you make me want to smash his face in." he growled against her neck.
She groaned, fear and arousal mixing deep inside her belly. Were the brothers still chasing her? She couldn't tell. Any outside sounds had been drowned out by her racing heartbeat. It thundered in her ears, growing louder as Lyzander continued his torturous play of her body. His hand slipped lower, squeezing under the waistband of her jeans and tracing the edge of her panties.
Her breath caught. Her mind spun at his touch, the fear of being caught by the murderous brothers fading away. Lyzander's hand slipped under the band of her panties, his cold fingers working their way down to her sweet spot.
"S-stop." Her breath was airy, shaky from his unnerving touch.
He laughed against her skin. "Not yet. I haven't had my taste of you."
His fingers finally brushed the edge of her slit, making her jerk in response. They continued lower, slipping past the folds of her sex, touching the edge of her clit. Her body quivered, a low moan escaping her throat. Encouraged, his middle finger slid lower and pressed firmly against her sensitive nub, rubbing slow, delicious circles around it. Her head rolled back against the wall.
Damn it! She didn't have time for this! Those nutball brothers were chasing her and their insane mother was trying to kill the remaining suitors! She should be running down the hall, screaming for her life.
But his fingers were magic. They made her head spin. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she slumped against the wall as he continued his skillful play of her body. She chewed her lip, biting back a moan of ecstasy. She dragged in short little gasps of air, squealing in pleasure when Lyzander gently bit the side of her neck.
"Ah, so my little princess enjoys a bit of roughness, does she?" He bit harder, drawing out a small moan from her throat. He chuckled against her skin. "Good. I could have fun with this."
Her head rolled to one side, a small smile on her face. Her body hummed with delight even as her head secretly screamed at her to leave. Being sexually intertwined with another price before verbally announcing that he was to be next was equivalent with having an extramarital affair. Wouldn't
that
look good on her record? Her eyes flickered open, expecting to see an empty hallway where they could be completely alone.
Not a chance in Hell.
Her eyes widened in fear, her small gasps of pleasure turning to a cry of horror. The brothers were standing at the end of the hallway, staring at Kara and her new lover. Ziron's face was bright with glee; they'd found their prey, now they was going to capture it. Malnos' face, however, was a mask of pure jealousy. Obviously, he wasn't very happy about Kara being in the arms of another man.
Screaming loud enough to shatter glass, she shoved Lyzander away and started to run down the hall. Lyzander's hand locked around her wrist, halting her escape. She looked over her shoulder with frantic eyes, taking in his confused expression.
"What? What is it?" Following her frantic gaze, he turned his head to stare at his half-brother down the hall. His eyes narrowed in anger. "What the fuck are you two doing here?"
Malnos and Ziron exchanged glances. Their eyes returned to their opponents, Malnos' still jealous and Ziron's full of excitement.
"I'm the better fighter, so I'll take him. You get the girl." Ziron took a fighting stance, readying himself for a fight.
Malnos nodded, taking slow, measured steps forward. His eyes narrowed, and Kara imagined the crosshairs of a sniper's rifle locking onto its target.
Lyzander released her arm, putting a hand on her shoulder and shoving her forward. "Kara, go!"
She took off, not risking the chance to look back. She could hear the grunts and groans from two men fighting, the sounds of cracking tile and shattering glass as they continued to brawl. But she couldn't hear footsteps of her pursuer behind her. Flicking her eyes to her right, she screamed and ran faster.
Fuck! He can crawl on the walls. Well isn't that just fabulous?
Malnos easily kept pace with her, his nails digging into the tile as he crept along the walls. She refocused her gaze, looking ahead for any sign of help. Nothing. The hall was deserted as before.
Double fuck.
She looked over again, surprised to see the wall was empty as well. Had he given up? No, not a chance. No prince worth his title would give up on his prize so easily. He had to be somewhere, but fear kept her from seeking him out. Instead, she kept running, still hoping that someone would find her and stop this madness.
Malnos dropped down in front of her, landing on the floor gracefully. She slammed into his body, unable to stop in time to avoid him. He reached out and gripped her wrists with his hands, catching her and preventing her from falling. Or escaping. He side-stepped and twisted around, pinning her against the wall with his weight. He slipped her arms behind her back and pressed harder against her, preventing him from clawing his eyes out. She struggled against him, but her slight frame was no match for his strength.
His emerald eyes, once filled with envy, softened. He reached out with one hand and stroked her face, running his knuckles along her cheek.
"I apologize, princess. I did not want such measures to be taken." His voice was low, almost kind.
She glared at him. "Then why do it if you don't want to?"
His gaze hardened. "With me, at least no unnecessary harm will come to you. My brother is more impulsive than I."
"Your mother killed mine!" Tears stung her eyes, painful memories washing through her mind.
His face fell and his eyes flicking away, shamed. "I apologize for that. Mother is more impulsive than both of us." His eyes met hers again, stern and determined. "But this is something that must be done, Princess. A new order must be set, and it must be done now."
She cocked her head, narrowing her eyes in confusion. "A new order?"
He smiled. "Lucifer's reign is confining and ruthless. With us at the reins, Hell could much more exciting. Most of the work is already done. We just need to claim the throne and we can start creating a new world of sin and pain."
Oh, double damn fuck shit.
They were going to overthrow Lucifer and take his place as rules. Who knew what that could do the balance already in place? God's historical wrath was bad enough. She didn't want to imagine what Lucifer's would be like.
"But to do that, we need you, princess. Someone who can bear children and keep our new line going." His green eyes sparkled, excited to think that she might be his.
"Fuck you." She kicked her leg out, hoping to nail him in the most vulnerable place. It always worked in the movies, why not now?
