Chapter Twenty

Dawn hopped over the fence in a panic and her towel caught on the top of it. She tugged hard on it, but it did not free itself from the fence. Groaning, she left the towel at the fence and raced over to Azarel, whose tail and horn tucked themselves back into his body.

"Azarel!" Dawn threw herself onto his body and he hugged her with everything he had. Nestling his nose into the crook of her neck, he placed a kiss on it.

"Dawn," he said. "My heaven."

Dawn separated herself from him. "That was fucking hot!"

He trailed his eyes down her body. Her breasts were full-bodied, her nipples a baby pink and the curve of her waist sharp yet gentle. Her belly button was tiny and below that were small folds that he yearned to slide into again. Her thighs were pale and spotless, and he wanted to push them apart, have them wrapped around his back.

He lifted her off the asphalt and her legs found themselves around his back. Carrying her all the way to the fence, he pivoted her onto the back of it and positioned his cock over her opening. Her chest rose and fell unevenly as he slid in and out of her, his hands keeping her off the ground.

"Oh my god, look!" Azarel heard a voice saying behind them.

Well, they were having sex in public, and in a town this size, everyone knew everyone. They knew he was her guardian and she, his ward.

Did he care?

Absolutely fucking not.

He thrust in and out of her, his cock pleasuring her until she moaned loudly. Putting her leg onto his shoulder, he rammed into her pussy hard repeatedly, their bodies shaking in lust and ecstasy.

"Azarel!" Dawn moaned.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'll do it," she said as he pounded into her. He slammed into her, each thrust causing the fence to make a hard thumping sound.

"Do what?" Azarel said, fucking her until they approached the climax.

"You can have my fucking soul."

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Their home was deep in darkness but the red and blue lights outside pierced their windows, lighting the black inside their home with dancing shadows. The sirens sounded aloud, but the only sound Azarel bothered to pay attention to was the sound of Dawn's breathing.

"You're going to regret selling your soul to me, Dawn," Azarel said.

He covered her throat with one hand. He pulled her mouth up towards his mouth and she gasped as she got onto her tip toes. Her breathing was still ragged and her body still sore from being thoroughly fucked before.

"I'd sell my soul to you a million times over, Azarel," Dawn said as Azzie reached out to caress her ass. It pulled her into Azarel, who was also naked. His cock disappeared between the gap in her thighs, erect and ready for a second round.

"You shouldn't have," Azarel said as he smiled thinly.

His grip on her throat tightened and in a flash, he shoved her neck violently to the side, the crack of a bone echoing into the night. He laughed darkly as he let go of her body.

Dawn's body crumpled to the ground, broken and dead.

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Azarel descended into Hell and the moment he walked past the gates of Hell, demons on either side of him bent down to their knees, giving him obeisance. A demon leapt from behind him to place a crown on his head, which was made of human bones crying out, their souls trapped inside.

Wandering through screams and groans of pain, Azarel watched hordes of humans writhing naked in lakes of fire, their pleas for mercy rising up endlessly with the smoke from their burning flesh. He stepped past them and bony hands reached out to touch his feet, but all of them stopping shy of it.

A tower of corpses piled high to the sky and Azarel stopped before it. A staircase of spiny backs appeared from the tower and he climbed it, until he reached the top, where she was.

She had a hand extended out to him, and he grabbed onto it. The crown shone proudly on her head and they took their thrones over the tower of tortured bodies.

"Eternity is only the beginning, Dawn," Azarel said to her.

"Fuck yeah," Dawn smiled as more screams of pain echoed around them.

"Rule with me, my Queen."

"I will," Dawn said. "My Guardian."