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The Devil's Consort

[MATURE CONTENT] They say the devil has no soul, that his heart had frozen over as soon as he was cast down from the heavens and tumbled straight into hell. They say a man like him could never love, that he is merely an empty shell devoid of romantics, driven only by the twisted nature of his games, the thrilling chill of lust, and of death. But I know differently. Some say he is beautiful- dancing through the night with a seductive sway of his body and a tender caress of his honeyed word that could make any mortal fall, others berate him as a monster. When I was younger, I never used to know what to believe. Never knew which legends told the truth, and which ones voiced a lie. Until one day, I tumbled straight into hell- straight into him. And that's when my whole world changed forever.

Wolfgirl1215 · Fantasia
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135 Chs

Brazen attraction

For a while longer I lie next to him in silence, feeling the tickle of his dark raven hair up against my head and the fanning of his feathery wings beside my arm. Lying here with him in this strange sort of blissful tranquillity, the warmth of his skin upon my own, it almost seems as though the world around us could just… fade away.

"Sorry for being a dick," I mutter with an apologetic half smile, shuffling over to face him fully now, prickling sensations running over my legs from sitting still for two long. Rubbing the uncomfortable sensations out of my legs, I add: "I know I can get quite... unforgiving at times. And rude too," I add, twiddling my fingers with a little grin. Of course, it is all rather condescending to be apologising and grinning all at once, but with the seductive little laughs that Valerian attempts to stifle, I quickly find it is near impossible not to.