Hell's Belles. Jackie Kessler

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      In the barest whisper, he said, “Thanks…”

      Ah, he was slipping away. Time to collect. I sat up, giving him the full view. An athletic man, he preferred his women to be strong, supple, and very toned. He also thought blondes were to die for, so my current form had mounds of flaxen hair that tumbled around my face like a waterfall, and my body was long and lean with dangerous curves. Giving his penis one more squeeze, I mounted him.

      He let out a moan of pleasure and closed his eyes.

      “Say my name,” I said, my voice husky as I rolled my hips.

      “Juh.”

      “Come on, lover,” I said, my pace quickening. “Say it.”

      “Jezz…”

      I felt him throbbing inside of me, his shaft swollen and quivering, moving with a will of its own. My nipples tightened as I sensed the buildup of semen in his testicles. I ran my hands over my breasts as my body pumped on top of his, ramming him into me again and again. “Say my name!”

      “Jezebel…Ah!”

      He ejaculated, and I shrieked with delicious joy as he came inside of me. Waves of rippling pleasure crashed across my body as I absorbed his seminal fluid and sperm. Succubi don’t have reproductive organs; everything inside of us is geared toward fuelling our own bodies, not creating new ones. Actually, demons couldn’t create, period. But we could destroy with the best of them.

      And, in my case, I could seduce the soul away from a man. Given how nearly all of my lovers were used to charming the pants off of their female conquests, I considered it a perverse form of justice.

      Still shivering from my orgasm, I smiled down at the man, whose body was already turning cold. “Wakey, wakey,” I whispered in his ear.

      His eyes snapped open. “Huh. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

      “Not exactly.” I planted a kiss on his head, then rolled off of him. “Come on, sweetie. It’s time to go.”

      “Go? But—whoa!”

      At my command, his soul lifted out of his body. From what I understand, the feeling is like slowly pulling an adhesive bandage off of one’s skin—sticky and uncomfortable, but not truly painful. His soul glistened like obsidian and cherries in the dim light of his bedroom.

      Oh, my. Based on its color, in life this man had been a horrific person. Thievery, physical violence against women—and a lawyer. “Ooh. You’ve been a very naughty boy.”

      He stared at the ethereal form of his hands. Mouth gaping, he touched his face…and pushed his hands through his head. “Ahhh! What did you do to me?”

      “I fucked you to death.”

      “Ahhh!”

      “Oh, really now. Based on your soul, you’ve fucked over many people in your time.”

      “AHHH!”

      I crossed my arms. “Come on, now. So you’re dead. No use complaining about it.”

      His mouth opened, closed, opened. “You had no right to do this to me! I didn’t deserve this!”

      “Uh-huh.” Denial.

      “I didn’t!”

      “You liked to raise a hand to the ladies, didn’t you?”

      Tendrils of scarlet swirled around his form, warring for dominance with the blackness in his soul. Frowning, he said, “How do you—”

      “It’s written all over you.” I made a “come here” gesture, and his soul—temporarily bound to me—had no choice but to obey. “Enough chitchat, sweetie. It’s time to go.”

      He licked his lips. “Go where?”

      I dropped my current form, letting it pool around my ankles like discarded clothing. With a wicked grin, I said, “Where do you think?”

      But he was too busy screaming to hear my words. I sighed. Theatrics were utterly wasted on the faint of heart.

      In a shimmer of gray light, we materialized outside the Gates of Hell. I could have just zapped my catch directly inside, but there was a protocol to these things. Humans didn’t go to Hell by mistake; they had either made an agreement with a demon or had been very, very wicked in real life, so they deserved to get the full treatment. Thus, the first stop was the Gates. Intimidation at its finest.

      Out of sight beyond the entrance, the Lake of Fire churned, emanating sulfuric gasses that permeated all of the Pit and its outskirts. I inhaled deeply, relishing the way the brimstone stung my nostrils. Some people liked the smell of frying eggs in the morning. Give me the stench of rotten eggs any time. The staleness of the air made it that much more acrid, and altogether suffocating. Yummy.

      A dim light, shifting between indigo and vermilion, flickered above the great Wall that surrounded the Pit. Mortals tended to think that the Underworld was as dark as a black hole. If that were the case, Hell would be called Black Hole. As with the eternal, infernal stink, the glow was thanks to the Lake of Fire, which fulminated blue sulfuric flames amid its pool of lava. It was also the source of the temperature. Situated in the center of the Earth, the Abyss topped the 3,000-degree mark. Anyone who says “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity” has never been to Hell.

      From the other side of the Wall, wails of suffering and torment rode the air. The screams of the damned mixed with the raucous laughter of the demons, forming a beautiful cacophony of anguish and gratification.

      It was good to be home.

      “Ahhh!”

      Annoyed at being yanked from my reverie, I clouted my lover’s head. Because we had descended to the Underworld plane, his soul had become as solid as his physical shell had been. My hand smacked against his skull with a satisfying thwock. “Quit your whining already.”

      “Ahhh!”

      “You going to shriek all the way to the Lake of Fire?”

      “AHHH!”

      I took that as a yes.

      Outside the Gates, a long line of sinners and demons snaked around the Wall, waiting for admittance into the Abyss. Mortals liked to think that we creatures of the Pit are all chaotic, but in truth, we had major rules to follow. Being Evil wasn’t an excuse to ignore laws literally set in stone. Our Ten Great Rules were etched into the four walls of Abaddon, their commands legible no matter where one stood (or crawled) in Hell.

      Hey, Moses had to get the idea from somewhere. But the whole parting of the Red Sea thing, that had been original.

      I shoved my charge in front of me as we headed toward the back of the line. Privately, I thought the massive Wall around Hell was pandering too much to the mortals. I mean, talk about overkill. Who in their right minds would break in? Humans СКАЧАТЬ