"You're welcome!" I whispered as I gasped for air. The kiss was a total surprise and literally froze me stiff, my knees became jelly, and it felt like I would drop anytime soon.
'Okay, that was pretty hot! Her kissing skills are way better than Eva's, even though she doesn't use her lust magic, but damn... I kissed a goddess once; however, Beatrice's kiss was different, no better or worse. Just more.'
"Oh fuck! I'm sorry for this foolish child of mine." Beatrice apologized with an apology and a deep bow, while Eva was grinning from behind her, sucking up those cute little tears. "I wish to make this right."
"Evangeline," she called, and the purple-haired purple jumped in the spook. "Take Azariel here to the third floor, have a nice meal, take a good shower, and enjoy some fresh, clean clothes."
"Yes, mother." Eva didn't even dare to crack a joke this time. She bowed low, tail dragging the floor, wings tucked so tight it looked painful.
Beatrice gave her a long, silent look that somehow carried the weight of a thousand punishments. Then her red gaze softened as she turned back to me.
"Please, Azariel. Consider yourself our guest tonight. My daughter's disobedience is my burden to bear, but her manners..." her lips curved into that venom-black smile again "...are something I intend to fix. Properly."
"Sure." I nodded slowly, still trying to catch my breath from her kiss. "A bite to eat, a hot shower, fresh clothes... that would be nice."
My lips tingled like they'd been burned and blessed at the same time. My head was still full of her scent — roses, blood, and hot iron — and my legs weren't exactly steady.
Eva's fingers slipped around my wrist. She was still trembling, but the second she felt my skin, she tried to play it off with a weak grin.
"C'mon, wife. Let's go. Mother said 'Third floor' and trust me, you wanna see the third floor." Her voice cracked halfway through, like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
"Yeah?" I raised a brow. "You sure this isn't another one of your perverted traps?"
"If it is, at least you'll like it." She hissed through her teeth.
I didn't get the chance to answer. Beatrice's wings twitched once, and every demon in the room scurried aside to clear a path like mice fleeing a cat. Her presence was still thick in the air, pressing against my skin like a storm front.
"Let's go before she changes her mind." Eva tugged at me again, more urgently.
We crossed the lobby. All around us, demons and slaves kept their heads down, eyes averted, bodies pressed flat to the floor. Even the lamia dared only a quick glance at me before curling tighter around herself. Nala was biting her lip, looking between me and Beatrice with a mixture of awe and jealousy, her huge chest rising and falling with nervous breaths.
At the base of the staircase, Eva whispered.
"Do not look back."
Naturally, I looked back. I mean, when someone tells you don't look back, you can't help but, right?
Beatrice was still standing there, watching us with that same faint smirk. Wrong, she was watching me with a look that I know all too well. The same horny look that Eva gave before she shoved her dick inside me.
'She wants me.'
She wants me badly... I could smell her lust, and naturally, my damn succubus body reacted to that. My pussy clenched on instinct. A slow, traitorous throb pulsed low in my stomach, heat creeping up my thighs.
Of course, Beatrice noticed it. She met my eyes, gave a seductive wink, blew me a small kiss with those lips, and then she disappeared.
'Fuck! That woman was making me all flustered, and why in the hell the fuck am I getting this fucking horny?'
"Focus, Azariel…" I muttered under my breath. "Not here. Not now."
Eva yanked on my wrist harder, practically dragging me up the stairs. Her wings were trembling so badly they brushed the walls.
"Stop looking at her," she hissed. "You'll only make it worse."
"Too late," I whispered back. My voice came out a little hoarse. "She's making it worse."
We climbed higher. Every step creaked under our weight, echoing in the silence like a heartbeat. As we got farther away, I saw the tension leave Eva again. Her shoulders eased, her breathing grew slow and smooth, and her grip loosened on my wrist.
'Interesting.' I took a small note of this sudden change.
Finally, we reached the third floor, which I noticed was much cleaner than the first one, and for a moment, I even forgot that I was in hell. The interior of this brothel could rival the noble mansion from my old world.
Eva led me to a room at the end of the hallway. Inside was a small room with a simple bed, nightstand, table with two chairs, and a large wardrobe.
"I'll go get us some food, wait here, Aza~."
She slipped out before I could answer, tail flicking nervously behind her like a cat's. The door clicked shut with a soft thud, leaving me alone in the quiet.
I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My wings sagged, shoulders finally uncoiling from the tension that had been gripping them since Beatrice's kiss. The room smelled faintly of fresh linen and sandalwood—clean, calm, almost normal.
I traced a claw along the edge of the nightstand, testing it. Solid wood, polished smooth. The sheets on the bed were crisp and white, the wardrobe tall enough to hold a dozen outfits--sexy ones--. Even the candle on the table burned steadily, no hint of brimstone smoke.
'Huh,' I thought, flicking my tail. 'Beatrice really went all out with this floor. Food, baths, soft beds… I almost wouldn't mind sticking around if this were the treatments I'd get.'
My lips still tingled from her kiss. The memory of her eyes—hot, red, and heavy with hunger—wasn't fading. My body reacted again, a low ache curling in my stomach. I squeezed my thighs together, annoyed at myself.
"Get a grip, Azariel," I muttered. "You're a royal succubus, not some horny--"
I swallowed my words; my nature was nothing but horny, and if I wanted to survive in this hell of hells, I needed to adapt and accept my succubus nature. I can't switch to my angel side or the nephalem, too risky, hell, I can't even switch to the male demon side at this point, so I'm stuck with this sexy body of mine.
Sigh.
I sat on the edge of the bed, wings folded, claws tapping my knee. The silence pressed in.
Without Eva's constant chatter, the room felt too still, like the calm before a storm. I could hear the faint hiss of the candle, the distant echo of footsteps somewhere down the hall, and underneath it all, the moans and the dull thuds and squeals of people fucking, whether customers or workers.
I shifted on the mattress, wings spreading a little, tail flicking lazily against the floorboards. For a heartbeat, I imagined Beatrice's eyes again, that wink, the little kiss she blew at me before vanishing. The memory sent another ripple through my stomach, traitorous and hot.
"Great. Now I'm sitting here like a teenager with her first crush." I forced a laugh out of myself. "Good going, Azariel. I hope Sol isn't laughing at my suffering."
Closing my eyes, I decided to rest a little while waiting for that little purple devil to come back.
...
After about 15 minutes, the smell hit me first.
Hot bread, roasted meat dripping with glaze, something sweet and spiced underneath it all. My stomach growled like an angry demon before I could stop it.
Eva opened the door, pushing a food cart with one hand, and with the other, she was gnawing on a fat chicken-like leg. Grease glistened on her lips; she looked like a thief caught raiding a royal kitchen.
"Aza~… I'm back," she sing-songed, trying to sound cheerful but coming off just a little too high-pitched.
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Stealing food already?"
"Taste test." She winked, setting the tray down on the table with a soft clink. "You're welcome."
I got up from the bed and padded over. The cart was piled with more than I expected: a whole roast bird, dark bread, a bowl of purple fruit that smelled like honey and citrus, a big, full mug of cold brew that smelled like some sort of fancy chocolate mixed with alcohol. Even the plates were polished silver.
"I have to admit," I said, picking up a slice of bread, "this is way fancier than I expected from a demon brothel in Hell."
Eva flashed a sly smile before she leaned, taking a big, fat, juicy piece of meat.
"This is for the big fellow," she spoke, her mouth full of meat. "Call him."
"Umbra." I didn't see why not, my panther would definitely be famished by now. And it warmed my heart at Eva's concern for him.
"Grr." Umbra stepped out of my shadow, his eyes locked on the roasted beast meat.
"Hey, Umbra," Eva said, slowly approaching the black panther with the meat in her hand. "I brought you a gift... so can we be friends now? Friends with benefits?"
Umbra looked at her eyes, then at the meat. A loud snort escaped from his nose before he took the meat and turned to the corner, munching on it in peace.
"I'll take that as a yes."