Lucifer.
She is breathtaking.
I could feel her coming. I knew the moment she went to step onto the veranda and my head snapped up. Everything moved in slow motion.
Her beautiful bare foot poked out first. It was lightly golden with a small little tattoo somewhat off to the side. Her long, beautiful leg followed with the edge of her dress coming into view. Her full breasts came into view next followed by her hands and arms, shoulders. Wow.
She stood in front of me after what seemed like minutes observing her as she cleared through the doors. Wet hair hung down her chest and back, clinging to her ample cleavage in the dress. She had big, pale blue eyes, light lashes, freckles, and golden skin. She was truly sun kissed. She looked like an angel.
As she took another step, down to my level on the veranda, I noticed lines on her thigh. A couple scars poking out below the hem of her sun dress. I pursed my lips, biting back the urge to question her about the blemishes marring her beautiful skin. It enraged me. Had she been hurt? How did it happen? When did it happen?
She had been biting her lip and released it. She noticed my reaction. Damn it. I relaxed my expression and gestured for her to sit. I could smell her. I could hear her heart beat. She was aroused. That is very interesting. I'm not surprised as every woman that encountered me became aroused. Though being that she was escorted to me by my strongest incubi, who happens to be my most trusted follower, he reported that she showed no signs of arousal. He, too, experienced arousal from every female that encountered him, until her.
"Welcome home, Sadie." I said to her.
Her throat moved as she swallowed before she said, "Who are you?" I watched her throat, her neck, entranced.
"You may call me whatever you like." I told her. What? What in the name of Hell are you saying, Lucifer? No, she may not. She may call me master, sir, Satan, Devil. Not just anything!
"What is your name?" Sadie asked, her voice sweet, but I could tell she was reserved.
"I am called many things." I paused. "Some call me the Devil, some call me Satan. I have many names." I tell her, watching intently as I assess her reaction.
She just sits there, looking at me. Assessing me back, I can tell. She's difficult to read, I notice.
"So, Lucifer? THE Morning Star?" She asks. Internally I cringed.
"No, not The Morning Star. And no, only a select few are permitted to call me Lucifer." I tell her, still watching her.
"So I can call you whatever I like, but I can't call you whatever I like?" She states. It was posed as a question, but it damn sure was not a question. She was calling me out. Brave girl.
I sigh, I give up. "You may call me whatever you like." I say, emphasizing you.
She tilts her head a little to the right, assessing again. And I can't help but look at her long, beautiful neck and the pulse point where I can see her heartbeat thumping. My cock is starting to swell, fuck. I cross my ankle over my knee to try and hide what is happening to me.
What is happening to me? I don't become seduced. I seduce! I wonder if she is more than I know of her. I know what was shared with me by Michael, I know what I must do, but I'm starting to think I need to have another conversation with my brother regarding this little human woman.
"I think I will call you by your name, Lucifer. Where is he?" She says, guarded.
He? I wonder. I tilt my head and proceed to ask her who "he" is.
"Who is "he"?" I know my voice dropped octaves when I asked, and by her reaction, I'm thinking it intimidated her. Good. Who the fuck is "he" and what would "he" want with her?
She sits up straighter, places her hands in her lap, and glances around. It is obvious she is nervous at this point, and I don't like it. The mention of a man, with no name, who puts this precious girl at such unease has my blood boiling.
"Please, Sadie." I say to her. "Who is the "he" you are asking about? I would like to clarify if "he" has anything to do with me."
She doesn't speak for a couple of minutes. Looking at me. I can see her processing and working through something in her head. I'll give her time to openly come to me, but as I wait I decide to probe and go to enter her mind. To see what she is currently thinking. I had told myself I wouldn't, I would let her come to me, but I want to know and I want to know now.
But as I go to hear her inner dialogue, I get nothing. What? Does she have no inner dialogue? I try to probe into her memories and meet a wall. I gently push against the wall with no give. I slam against the wall. Nothing. Not even a wince from her, questioning glance. This woman has a wall built around her mind like no other being I have ever encountered. Interesting.
Finally, quietly, she says "John."
Well that wasn't helpful. There are over five million humans named John on earth.
"Does John have a last name?" I ask her, outwardly calm, while inside I am raging. This man did something to her. I can tell by how fearful she now is. She is sitting with the Devil himself and she is fearful of a lowly MAN.
"Johnson Bilmore. I assume he is your boss." She says, a little more sure of herself. A little more volume to her voice.
I chuckle. "No, my sweet Sadie, I have no ties with a Johnson Bilmore. I am Lucifer, King of the Damned, ruler of Hell."
"So, he works for you then?" She asks, looking down at the table and no longer looking at me when she speaks.
"Sadie, please look at me." I tell her, and she looks up, slowly. "I do not employ humans, I nudge. They follow, much like my demons, but less...everything. Please, do tell me about this Johnson Bilmore. I would love to learn more about him as he obviously has his claws into you." I tell her.
I wait for several minutes, again attempting to break through the wall she has constructed around her mind. I attempt to push through to her emotions to gauge what she is feeling, again, no luck. I cannot penetrate through any wall she has constructed around herself.
As I wait for her to speak, she relaxes her posture a bit, looking down at her hands as she thinks. I'm sure she is thinking of what to or not to share, and obviously I have no clue as to why since I cannot read anything on this woman's mind.
As I wait, I look at her hair, now almost dry. A beautiful blonde, straight and thick. It moves gently across her neck and chest as the the breeze from the water gently blows in. It touches the tops of her breasts as they rise and fall with her breaths. The pale, feminine sun dress hugs her full breasts. I see yet another mark on her, this time peeking out, just barely over the top of the seam of the dress against her chest. I know I need to contain my rage, but I no longer can.
As I look at her bare arms, pebbled with little bumps from the slight chill in the breeze, her hard nipples unrestrained with no bra, the indent of her slim waist and the spread of her full hips, I can't help but get the sensation I know what is going on. I know my eyes have turned black. I know my skin may resemble a glow. But as I stare, unblinking, at the tiny little mark peeking up on her bosom, I know. That human marred her skin. He tortured her. And now all I want is to rip the cloth from her body and see just how much of her he has marked. How much of what is MINE he has broken.
When I finally feel my rage settling, I feel my eyes shifting back to their normal color, I look up at her face to see her staring at mine.
"Are you afraid?" I ask her. Somehow finding I care if she is or not.
"No." She says as she continues to stare into my eyes. How interesting this girl can see some of why humans fear me coming out and she would be more fearful of a human man than Satan himself. That is very telling, to me.
"Good." I say. "I do not want you to fear me. I will tell you why you are here, but first, please let me know if you have any questions. I will do my best to answer them." I sat back against the chair, relaxed my posture, and prepared for the unknown with this bright and beautiful woman before me.
"Well, what am I doing here? Why am I here? I guess we can start there." Sadie asked.
"You are here because my brother, Michael, sent me a message to collect you. You are here because he said the Creator gifted you to me." Her eyes squinted as she took in what I had told her.
"Your brother, Michael? As in archangel Michael? The Creator? Like GOD?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
What I wouldn't do to give her a reason to have her eyes roll. To have her beneath me screaming my name.
"Yes, my brother, Michael, is an archangel, as I once was. And yes, the Creator, or God, as some incorrectly refer to him as." Interesting that she didn't question being given to me as a gift. Yet.
"I was gifted to you? Like, now you own me?" She said. There it is, I internally chuckled.
"Yes, Sadie, you are a gift to me. Michael said that the Creator decided to gift me a queen to rule by my side. I would not say that I "own" you, but you do belong to me. Your mind, body and soul are mine." I said as I clasped my hands in my lap, leisurely enjoying watching her as she processed the fact that she is now possessed by the Devil.
"Mind, body and soul." She said. "Can you read my mind?" She asked.
"Normally, yes. I have been able to access the mind of every being I have encountered, that is...until you." I lazily said, more and more at ease with having her around. She's a little skittish, and can be timid at the most odd times, but she's....just easy to be around. Very odd.
"You said a queen to rule by your side? Like a wife?!" She squeaked. Her face flushed.
"Human connections are...more simplistic. They are connections by name. The term Queen is just a term used. Think of it in the sense of soul connection. My equal. Like a wife, but more." I tried to explain it the best I could but without being able to connect to her mind and actually show her, I was lacking on the basic human words to describe it as there were none in a human language to do so.
"Do I get a choice?" Sadie asked, quietly, looking down at her hands. "Do I get a choice in any of this?"
"No. Nor do I." I said. And she looked up at me, doubt etched onto her face.
"So...I will have to have sex with you? Give you my body?" She asked, still looking at me.
"Sadie, I will not do anything without your consent. I do not take what is not freely given. But I make no promises when it comes to seducing you. I am Lucifer, after all, and you are the most exquisite specimen I have ever laid eyes on. Should I temp you, which I'm really, very good at, by the way, then I will not apologize for that. But I will never force you. How about we get to know each other. I'm sure as time progresses you will have more questions you would like answered." I hoped that conveyed where I stand clearly. I want her. I want to sink my cock deep inside her while I claim her, but I would never take it from her...unless she asked.