Hell can be just as mundane

AN: If this story seems like it's in the middle of something else it's because it's a sequel to another story I wrote but never posted because I feel like it's far too cliche. nonetheless enjoy, and reviews are appreciated. I haven't written any more of this, but if someone wants to see me continue it let me know.
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Nathaniel stroked the part of the arm rest where the stone was chipped. Sitting on the throne wasn't quite so thrilling these days it seemed.
"She said he was wicked of heart. The most evil being she had ever known. But then why?"
he might as well have asked the thin air what it thought, for all the attention his speech was getting.
Ashelia sat at his feet, picking at her nails and nodding her head.
"You could at least listen to me." Nathaniel would have sounded irritated if he were not so tired.
"You don't pay me to listen."
Nathaniel bristled at this. "It might not be in the job description, but I hardly have need of whores."
Oh sure, he had need of them once. It was even a thrill to have slaves for the sheer purpose of waiting around for him to fuck them. But being the devil had lost it's apeal eventually.
"You make a very strange teenage boy then." she was stroking his thigh in boredom. Truth be told she did these things without thought of them. Seducing her master had become something of a function of being awake at this point. It went with the territory.
"I am hardly a teenager any longer ashe."
"The other demons don't grow out of it."
This was true. If his people were one thing, it was amorous. Orgies were a social function around here. It was the problem with having a species that never grew old. Men over a hundred years in age still looked as young and beautiful as ever, and their sex drives never left them.
"Perhaps I am just tired of sex. Don't you whores just want to cuddle sometimes?"
Ashelia giggled at this. "You sound like Raziel."
Raziel was one of Nathaniel's advisors and companions. He had raised him and was evidently close with his father. Raziel was raised among angels, and he retained a great deal of thier habits.
"Perhaps that is not the worst of things." Nathaniel did admire Raziel in his own way, though the light hearted creature with white wings had a way of making him want to clutch his head in frustration. He never quite understood why Raziel had angel wings, and yet was a demon by blood. Nebrious, Raziel's brother with full demon wings, would never elaborate.
"So beautiful a creature should not act so...infuriatingly virtuous."
Ashe had a way of sounding like everyone else when talking about Raziel. Simply put the man was beautiful. A strange way to describe a man, but a title he rightly deserved. He was attractive in the way a woman should have been and none would ever deny it, even the men.
"That is another mystery. I have only heard a man be called beautiful twice. Raziel is one...the other..."
Ashe knew where this was going. "I was not born yet, but my parents tell tales of the black king, your father. They say he had the most feminine features of a man, but was attractive beyond any being in heaven or hell."
"That;s what my mother always said, other then that he was wicked of heart and twisted."
Ashe lifted herself off the floor and settled on his thighs. "All demons are proud to be called as such, but none are so described more then King Vetis."
Nathaniel flinched. He always did so when his father's name was spoken. He cut in before she went off about the former king. "Well now I am king. King of a fallen and useless empire of nymphomaniacs and brutal assholes." Hell was nothing of a world power any longer. Neither was heaven. Since the death of king Vetis and prince Focalor of heaven, along with Nathaniel's mother princess Seraphina, no one was fit to take either throne. Both kingdoms fought amongst themselves, and against one another. Mostly over Nathaniel's very existence. The product of the demon king and the future queen of heaven. Many angels believed she was raped. Many demons believed thier blood was impure. Nathaniel knew only what he heard from Raziel, who had lived to see it. His mother Seraphina had loved the black king. But he had never expressed it in return. Raziel said of Vetis that he loved her, and that he thought seraphina knew. But she would only say that he could not ever love, not after his past. A past Nathaniel never learned of, and he knew only Nebrious and perhaps Raziel knew anything about. Raziel was easily the most powerful being alive after Vetis' death, and he established Nathaniel as king just as soon as he was born. No one ever took the throne of heaven, and despite his appearance, Raziel knew he could not hope to try. So the world was nothing but chaos, and Nathaniel ruled a dying empire.
Ashelia was now curled up against Nathaniel's chest. He was too lost in thought to truly notice what she had been doing. He stroked her hair as if she were a child, knowing he took some sort of comfort from the only physical contact he got all day. The other whores would certainly touch him however he asked, but Ashe was the only one who he felt gave him genuine affection. He didn't care for her as much else but a security blanket, but he did enjoy having her around usually.
Ashe was unique in that she looked nothing like his other whores. the others always had such an abundance of what most demons called feminine features. they were all perfectly built with large breasts long hair and soft features, skin as pale as a peice of parchment and not a single flaw. Nathaniel admired rare features and great variety, and so found all the palace whores to be quite bland and unappealing. He found what he was attracted to in Ashe, if attraction it could be called, is that she was flawed. she kept her hair shorter then the other whores, and it was even shorter then his own. She had a noticeable mole on her cheek and a brown birthmark that looked like something was splattered against her shoulder. Her breasts were considerably smaller then the other whores also. Ashe of coarse hated these things about herself, but Nathaniel found they made her attractive in his eyes.
He glanced down at the sight of her still laying against him and smiled slightly. he never showed much of any expression, least of all happiness, so it was nearly impossible to tell when he ever did.
Ashe noted the minuscule quirk on his lips. "What is so amusing?"
"I was remembering the day we met."
"I still will never understand that. I don't know what you saw in me then."
"They all looked the same, but you were lovely in my eyes. Because you were different"
"With the way you speak sometimes, one would think we are lovers."
Nathaniel shook his head. "Don't be absurd, you are my possession, nothing else."
Ashe just shrugged. Inside she shivered slightly. she got a little thrill out of being referred to that way, though she should have been insulted. Even most demon males, the civilized ones, did not refer to thier mates as a possession. She willingly admitted that she was indeed a whore, but Nathaniel never touched the other whores, except when the castle was cold and he required them for the body heat.
"You don't seem quite so fond of your other 'possessions'."
Nathaniel entangled his fingers in a few strands further down toward her neck. "I cannot have a favorite possession?" He was only teasing her. He knew she got some thrill out of him acting this way. Truthfully he loved treating her this way, even though he did respect her. She was his possession in a sense, but he meant it more like a mate and less like an object. the distinction he made was that she was not his mate, because mates could leave. She was his possession because his possession could never leave him to be alone.
Ashe just purred and dragged her cheek along his shoulder, resting it against his neck. She often purred. He was not sure why or how she did this, but he figured it was just a rolling of the tongue. He could accomplish the same on purpose, but she seemed to do it without noticing.
He was starting to feel like a teenage boy again after all as he gathered her into his arms and left the throne. This would be an enjoyable morning indeed.
~*~

"What happened to not having need of whores?" Ashe was taking down his hair as he set her on his massive canopy bed. She always wondered why he needed one so large that entire groups of demons could fit on it's surface comfortably.
"I have reconsidered." this was all he said, and it was barely audible as his voice was quickly muffled by her flesh as he took a small space of her neck between his teeth. This was Nathaniel's favorite part of her. It seemed an odd choice, but no less true. The other demons would likely mock him for this, if mocking their king was permissible. So he kept it to himself. It was not to say he did not appreciate her other features. currently his fingertips were appreciating the smooth surface between her breasts and down her belly as he slid the material of her loose corset away. the ties simply slid apart at his touch, for the garment was designed to be removed. the standard whore uniform. He tossed it behind them as he pulled his head back, marveling at the sight of her exposed skin. He rarely took the time to appreciate her beauty lately. In his youth he had delighted in appreciating it rather frequently, but in his boredom with having frequent and easily obtainable sexual release at all hours of the day, he had forgotten how he had once delighted just in the sight of her.
Ashelia felt herself grow warm at the subtle change in his eyes. Males always got this look that they took on, when they consciously processed what was coming. When they knew that they wouldn't be refused. though in Nathaniel's case, the look would only be intensified if she refused him. As if she ever could.
Seeing his lack of movement, she slid her hands under the light fabric of the same black shirt he always wore. Other demons seemed to show their status, or more often the status they thought they deserved, with the clothing they wore. Nathaniel dressed like leaving his bedroom was unexpected. She ran the pads of her fingers over every soft crease in his flesh. Some of the older demons like Nebrious had well defined muscle structures and proudly developed pectorals, Nathaniel was just kind of flat. He had a sort of soft feminine beauty to his form. He was not lacking in strength of coarse. She just wasn't sure where it came from.
The only other resident of the bed, one of the older whores named Rue, was stirred by the movement on the bed and crawled closer to her master. Eager for some sort of action other then laying around waiting to be the outlet for some males frustration.
She slid her hands under his shirt as she positioned behind him and pulled it up to his shoulders, leaving it bunched there as far as she could force it.
Nathaniel felt a sense of irritation at feeling Rue's hands on his back. He quickly swallowed ti back. rue was a decent friend and she kept him warm some nights, but he had a hard time being attracted to the tall demon. She was attractive physically, but he could never make himself attracted to her. When he described her as tall, he was not exaggerating. she was nearly a foot taller then him, despite the fact that he inherited his father's massive stature. rue reached nearly seven feet in height and wasn't quite athletic of form either. Still, Nathaniel saw her as a friend. Her massive form served as an excellent source of heat, even though he could not spoon with her from the front without getting his head stuck between her breasts, which was not a position as pleasant as it should have been.
He shrugged the shirt off onto his arms and cast it behind him as well, trying to focus on Ashelia again and hoping Rue would take the hint.
rue clearly did not take the hint, and seeing Nathaniel gather Ashe's skirt in his hands and push it up over her hips only encouraged her.
Nathaniel was pulling Ashe's undergarments down to her ankles when he felt Rue's hands on his waist, her fingers undoing the front of his pants.
Nathaniel growled softly and tried to push his backside into Rue to discourage her.
Ashe was starting to get upset at the attempts of Nathaniel's most dedicated servant. Dedicated despite the fact that she rarely saw any use other then as a sleeping accessory. She pushed Nathaniel off of her slightly and tried to turn to crawl off the bed.
Nathaniel's eyes narrowed and he pushed her down by her shoulders as she had turned her back and was sliding out from under him. He had quite enough of being frustrated with the two of them and violently pushed Rue away from him with his free hand as he kept the other on Ashe's back.
Rue tumbled unceremoniously to the floor and rolled onto her knees with a slight whimpering sound.
Nathaniel quickly wrapped his fingers around Ashe's shoulder and turned her to face him. "Going somewhere?"
Ashe was unable to come up with a reply, somewhere between trying to be upset and the desire that was barely held off for a moment.
Nathaniel kneed her thighs apart as he caught her forearm in one hand and slid the other along the back of her neck, coming to entangle in the crop of hair closest to the base and pull her head back.
Even though it was slightly painful the way his fingers pulled at the roots of her hair, it only added to the fire and she cried out in approval, somewhere between purring and moaning in pain.
Nathaniel shed his pants and his boxers with them, taking his member in one hand as he released her head and braced her against the mattress.
"Are you going to force me?" She couldn't help but play with him.
"It's hardy rape when you are so willing" he was growing more firm with each moment. They each loved this game when the rare opportunity to play it came about.
"I can be unwilling...master."
He had to close his eyes at this. She wasn't playing fair at all. He slid between her folds and prodded at her opening, not satisfied that he had teased her enough to enter her yet.
"Go ahead and fight me then. It never does any good." he lifted her partway off the matress as he spoke, dipping his head to take her earlobe between his teeth.
Ashe only purred and held his backside, trying in vain to pull him down onto her. He was far too firm and heavy to move, and she was hardly trying anyhow. She wouldn't have nearly as much fun if he were not in control.
On the floor, Rue was getting excited by the sight of the two of them and seeing that they had forgotten about her, shed her clothing entirely and held herself up on one hand with her knees splayed out behind her. She slid the edge of her index finger along the inside of her folds, rubbing along her clit with her knuckle as she watched the two of them.
Ashe could smell, Rue's arousal from somewhere in the room and figured she was most likely going to continue watching the two of them. It didn't bother her so much as long as no one else touched Nathaniel but her. The prospect of being watched was somewhat exciting, and her patience with Nathaniel was slipping away. "Fuck me master..." she ground this out between her teeth with some difficulty.
Nathaniel could not ignore such a request and slid himself carefully through her opening. No matter how often he took her, Ashe's body would always recover, and he would be faced with her impossibly narrow walls once again.
Ashe felt her walls expand around Nathaniel's tremendous length and bit into his shoulder to keep from making much noise or saying something embarrassing. She felt him impact her cervix and almost lost it then. Most of the palace whores claimed that it was painful to have their cervix bumped, and to ashe it was to some extent, but beyond that it felt more amazing then anything else he could do.
Well...almost. Nathaniel's member was unique in that it was bent on the end. Some of the whores had made light of this, but Ashe knew they must not have felt it inside of them. As he pulled back and slid back into her, she was beginning to remember how long it had truly been since he had last taken her. The long period of lacking sexual release had built up such that she didn't think she would be able to hold herself back much longer.
Nathaniel always thought she came so easily. But he truly did not mind. He took more joy in her pleasure then his own, though altogether the act of such contact and feeling of unity was why he did this the few times he did.
Ashe become vaguely aware that she was hitting her head on the headboard above the bed as he pushed into her with renewed passion.
Nathaniel slowed down slightly and pulled her further down the mattress.
Ashe felt ready to strangle him as she nearly peaked before he slowed down. She was preparing to flip him over when he resumed the old pace and her thoughts dissolved. She tried awkwardly to wrap her legs around him and push him into her faster, but she ended up just splaying herself out wider and resting her ankles somewhere on his legs.
Nathaniel felt only a small rise out of himself, as the act of actual intercourse rarely gave him release. Still, it was most enjoyable for various other reasons.
Ashe buried her face in his neck as she felt herself clench around him. He hardly slowed down despite how difficult it must have been to continue his assault. She felt her release being drawn slowly out and continuing on until she could feel nothing more. she was not sure if it lasted only moments or an endless span of time but she became aware that her eyes were closed and opened them slowly. She saw Nathaniel pull back and draw himself out of her, a thin coating of blood surrounding his length. He always bled her a little, and she'd feel it later, but it was certainly worth it.
Nathaniel always enjoyed this part the most. She had little ability to move at first and he just rolled over and lay next to her, his member flopping over to one side slightly, though still quite erect.
Ashe slowly regained the ability to move on her own and glanced at the floor, where Rue was still furiously trying to pleasure herself. She ignored this sight and returned to Nathaniel, noticing with little surprise that he was still very erect and unsatisfied.
Nathaniel knew what was coming, she never let it be. He suposed because it was her job, or because she got some joy out of it, he wasn't sure.
He groaned slightly as he felt her lips close over his tip, staring at her exposed backside as she lent over him. It was a far better sight then the back of her head. That was one of many reasons he never requested she do this. It was far from his favorite activity, but he did admit she was quite skilled at it, and she seemed to get some strange satisfaction out of it.
Ashe slid down his length, taking as much as would fit for the moment. She could swallow it partially and take all of him, but this act always served to make him ask her various questions about how she accomplished it.
she heard some commotion at the bedroom door, but ignored it and focused on the task at hand.
Nathaniel saw his door fly open and tried to regain some composure. There was nothing indecent about what was going on here by demon standards, but he hated to look foolish and he knew how foolish his face often looked in times like these.
Nebrious stood in the doorway, looking smug and very amused. "So the boy decided to play with his toys for once?" He noticed Rue pleasuring herself on the floor and felt his own arousal grow. "Poor girl..." he shed his armor and leather pants on the floor, forgetting what he came in here for as he knelt behind rue and grasped her hips firmly, sliding himself into her.
Rue was hardly fazed by this new development and merely lifted her backside to allow him better access.
Nathaniel wondered when exactly it was that this became common practice in his kingdom before he felt Ashe's tongue expertly manipulating a nerve beneath his length and his thoughts dissolved.