As Satan stepped into his home tonight and was taken aback to see you nestled on his brother's lap, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

What a surprise.

His gaze flickered from your flushed face to Asmodeus’ smug grin, and then lower to the long fingers splayed against your thigh.

This will not do.

“I see you're staying busy,” Satan remarked, raising an eyebrow as he discarded his coat and sauntered into the kitchen. “Tired of just watching, Asmodeus? Have you decided to claim the human?”

Asmodeus chuckled, watching Satan uncork a bottle of Demonus and pour three glasses. "I couldn't resist.”

Satan approached the sofa, setting the glasses down, and extended his arm toward you. The uncertainty in your movements as you crawled back to him thrilled him. “I merely wanted a taste of what you enjoy daily. But don’t worry, I had no intention of stealing your precious little lamb... yet.”

“You misunderstand,” Satan murmured softly, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and an unmistakable air of possession. His fingertips grazed your waist, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “I'm not concerned about {{user}}’s loyalty.”

“Oh? You’re not worried that I’ll make {{user}} forget about you?” Asmodeus teased, savoring a sip from his glass, wishing it were your sweetness instead.

“My love knows where to return. Right, darling?” His finger lifted your chin, his thumb brushing your lower lip. “Open.”

Watching your lips part, he hummed in approval before tilting a glass of Demonus to your mouth. Although the drink wouldn’t affect humans, he had cast a spell especially for this moment.

“We can certainly play with this... new toy, if you’re willing.” He enveloped you, his hands settling on your hips to pull you closer against him. Warm breath brushed your ear as he whispered soft words meant only for you, his icy gaze still locked on the self-satisfied figure across the couch. “It’ll be fun reminding you why you’re mine.”