It’s that time of year, people. The creepy crawlies start coming out of the woodwork and this week’s Snippet Saturday is no exception.
In this scene from Entwined Hearts, our bad guy, Asmodeus (a totally not nice demon) is healing from his butt kicking by our awesome heroines. But what he’s thinking about doing to them…is far from nice. Put this guy on the naughty list already (((shiver)))!
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Entwined Hearts
Nicole Austin, TJ Michaels, Ciana Stone and N.J. Walters
Copyright 2010, All Rights Reserved
Book five in the Hearts of Fire series.
Blurb: The Chosen. Eight strong individuals gifted with unique paranormal abilities and tasked with protecting shards of an ancient crystal—the Heart of Fire.
Brought together by destiny, each couple has managed to bond and fuse their crystal pairs through a hot and intense sexual joining. The four couples have overcome great personal challenges and remained apart, preparing to face an ancient evil once again.
Now the time has come for the eight Chosen to join forces and defeat Asmodeus, Prince of Hell, once and for all. Their plan is clear yet complex—activate a hidden energy network, gather on spiritual lands and fight an epic battle between good and evil, which will impact mankind for eternity.
Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. And Asmodeus has some tricks the Chosen never anticipated.
Note for Readers: You must be over eighteen to read this excerpt. This is a very very nasty bad-guy moment. Explicit…very.
“Fucking Chosen women and their goddamn mates,” Asmodeus shouted to the empty darkness. Or he tried to shout. His energy was at such an all-time low the intended bellow came out more like a poof of lukewarm air. He wanted to smash something. Unfortunately his corporeal skin wasn’t cooperating, and wouldn’t until he could return to the human realm to replenish.
The rule: Look but don’t touch. It applied to all supernatural beings when they walked among the living, among the fleshlings. Up there, he could manipulate events, orchestrate chaos and influence anarchy by nothing more than suggestion solely to siphon the energy of dark emotions. It was easy enough to play puppet master with weak-minded humans.
But the Chosen? To them a whole different set of rules applied.
Those females weren’t completely human. They were Chosen, given supernatural gifts, for a purpose—to carry and protect a piece of the Heart. Funny he was the one from whom they were to keep it. Damn Atlanteans and their forethought. In all the endless time he’d spent looking for the Heart it hadn’t crossed his mind that the Atlanteans had entrusted it to generation after generation of protectors. Those protectors didn’t carry the Pieces of Eight, but simply passed it down to predesignated non-Chosen custodians. That is the sole reason he hadn’t detected the Pieces of the Heart until this century. Genius, really. Only the Chosen could use the stones, awaken their power, so to keep them dormant, passing from hand to hand, until their true protectors came of age was simply brilliant.
Now he’d learned the hard way that the females had found their mates and those bastards had special powers that complemented the women. In fact, they’d all managed to kick his ass and send him back to this hidden plane to heal. Oh, but there would be a reckoning.
Asmodeus would have shaken with anticipation of the coming battle if he’d had the energy. He felt his power returning but he was a long way from full strength. Hell, he was a long way from half strength.
He rolled over in his bed—yes, bed. Funny how people always thought hell was all spiritual death, darkness, fire and brimstone. Oh there was plenty of that, sure, but not here. This place was a small palace, complete with large rooms, high ceilings and an obedient staff to see to his every
comfort.
This particular room was his favorite. Right now, because of his healing eyes, it was rather dim. It was typically lit by sconces that emitted a soft blue glow, powered by the spirits of the inhabitants of this place. The floors were a light blue tile, naturally warm to the touch given that they were in hell and all.
“Hey! You there,” he called to one of the few creatures brave enough to remain this close to him in this realm. “Bring me another. Quickly.”
The creature, a stubby-legged grayish-looking imp of some kind or another, he really didn’t care what exactly, scurried away. Moments later the thing brought in a kicking, struggling lesser demon. Asmodeus inwardly flinched as he took hold of the nasty thing and began to siphon off its life force. Puh. It was disgusting. Demon essence tasted like dirty succubus ass and contained barely any energy to regenerate him, but it was better than nothing.
Usually he took his time regaining his power, simply resting among his own kind wandering the comfortingly dim halls, hot sex with a major demoness or two until he was strong enough to materialize again up above. Once he was there he’d find an unsuspecting victim to manipulate. It was as simple as finding a man or woman. All he need do was observe them for a few minutes to gain insight into their sexual urges and desires. Once acquired he would pervert them until the human drowned in their own base desires and succumbed to the darkness Asmodeus forced on them. Once their sexual energy became so black and depraved that it scared the human, Asmodeus could dine. Dine on the darkness, the fear, the confusion. And most of all, the deliciousness of the sex itself.
Just the thought of it made him hard.
A malformed, burned and blackened hand, compliments of his last battle with one of those fucking Chosen, reached down to stroke his thickening cock. At least the bitch hadn’t burnt it off. Asmodeus closed his eyes and slid into a fantasy of his own making—one where each Chosen woman kneeled before him in chains, broken in both body and spirit.
His penis grew and elongated until it resembled a thick tentacle with a cock head on it. Seven more erupted from his body making a total of eight long cocks, ready to fuck.
Each woman submitted to him knowing they had no choice. Their men were chained to the walls where all they could do was watch. But they would have their turn soon. Oh, so soon.
All four women took him in their mouths, each sucked a writhing cock and whimpered when he forced them to take him deeper. Misery was written on their faces.
“You.” He pointed to the oldest. Memory was her name. He’d learned that the hard way. She looked up at him with hatred in her eyes. Good. He wanted her to hate him. He could do a lot with that particular emotion. “Turn around.” She started to stand. “No, turn around on your knees just as you are.”
The moment her kneecaps hit the rough stone floor his super-long cock plunged deep into her pussy. The woman screamed and the other three jumped to their feet to help her.
Good, good. Just what he wanted. Let them try to fight him here. They struck and were blown back. They hadn’t known that whatever energy they put into attacking him was turned against them as if they attacked themselves.
On the ground again, he ordered them all to assume his favorite position—asses up, heads down. In seconds he pumped away, fucked all of them in their hot little human cunts. God, human pussy was the best. There was nothing in all the known worlds like it. Warm. Wet. Hot. Addictive.
He had four cocks deep inside the Chosen, but he had four more with nothing to occupy them. For awhile he made the females suck him off while he fucked them, all eight tentacled rods in play.
Their men pulled and wrestled against the chains that held them to the walls. He turned to them.
“You wish to play along?”
Their only reply was to snarl and growl at Asmodeus while watching him fuck their women—all of whom panted and pleaded for more.
Well it was his fantasy, wasn’t it?
With a thought the men’s clothes vanished and the chains tightened. Half of his cocks left the suctioning mouths of the Chosen and made for new targets.
The men went still, the horror of Asmodeus’ intentions reflected in their eyes.
Oh yes, this was going to be good.
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