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Authors: Eve Langlais

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Snowballs in Hell

BOOK: Snowballs in Hell
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Snowballs In Hell

Eve Langlais

Published 2011

ISBN 978-1-59578-782-8

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509

Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2011, Eve Langlais. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.


Hi, I’m Muriel, misbegotten daughter of Satan, and once again my life is in turmoil.

The cowled one who tortured me left a curse on my mind, one that makes me afraid.

Completely unacceptable, but in order to remove it, I have to do something even worse—

betray my beloved by bringing another man into our bed.

As if having to participate in a threesome isn’t traumatizing enough, Hell has frozen over, and as much as I think Hades looks pretty in a blanket of white, the repercussions are severe. It’s a good thing this princess of Hell has two lovers determined to charge my magic in pleasurable ways.

I'll admit, it's not easy having nympho magic, but I’m prepared to suck it up—and swallow—for the sake of saving the world.

Chapter One

The silence in Hell deafened me. I whirled around, searching the barren landscape at the edge of the pit and found … nothing. The screaming, the torturing, the day to day noise that was Hades, gone, and in its place, a deadly quiet that frightened me more.

It occurred to me that I should leave this place. Find my father, my lover, my friends, anybody. I took one step and froze. I heard the faint scuffing sound of someone approaching and suddenly I wished for the quiet. Without volition, I found myself pivoting to see a slight figure covered head to toe in a hooded robe. I whimpered.

Too late!

My limbs betrayed me. I slumped to my knees caught in the stranger’s spell. My whole body trembled with fear. I wanted to run away, but the cowled figure held me frozen. I wanted to plead for mercy, but no matter how much I tried, the words remained caught in my throat.

The dark recesses of its hood hid its cowardly face, which in itself might have been a mercy. It reached out a hand, the skin translucent and smooth, the tapered fingers perfectly manicured. Those innocuous digits approached slowly, and I felt tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, tears that burned as hotly as my shame. My breathing came fast and harsh. I already knew the pain that was coming. I’d felt it before. A pain so excruciating I would promise anything to make it stop. A pain so horrifying, I’d try to die. I sobbed again faintly.

It touched me.

Immediately, the breathtaking torture started. Hot, lancing pokers ripped through my head and body. Unwavering, excruciating misery. I fell to the ground in convulsions, my voice finally free to scream, over and over and over.

I felt myself shaken and a voice penetrated the nightmare that had me in its grip.

“Muriel! Wake up. Come on baby, open your eyes.”

Auric’s strong arms wrapped around me and loosened the dream’s grip. He drew me back to reality. With a last, shameful whimper, the pain and the nightmare faded away, but I still shook, my body covered in a sheen of sweat as the sharp memory of agony took longer to disappear.

“Oh, Muri,” I heard Auric whisper, gathering me tight to him and rocking me like a child in need of comfort.

I knew I should push him away. After all, I held the title of princess of Hell. I should fear nothing and never show weakness. I didn’t have nightmares. I gave them. All this had been true before, but ever since my encounter with the cowled being, I woke up nightly screaming like the most pathetic coward. It had been a month now, and every night without fail, I suffered. And my shame grew.

Time to face the facts. I’d lost my edge. I now feared. My father, lover and even my sister tried to reassure me that I’d gone through a traumatic experience and the nightmares were normal. They tried to tell me I was safe. But I knew better. This creature still roamed the planes of Hell, Heaven and the worlds in between. Even more frightening? I knew it would come back for me. I knew it hadn’t found what it was looking for, the secret that hid inside my mind. The old me would have bared her teeth and said, “Bring it on!” The new me cringed pathetically and, boy, did that piss me off.

Auric still stroked me, his caresses transitioning from comfort to something more carnal. He knew me so well. My very own fallen angel. I still felt amazement that he loved me. I was a flawed product of Hell after all. I could picture him even with my eyes shut. His beautiful face with its rugged planes, heightened by a scar that gave rather than detracted from his beauty. He had silky ebony hair, thick and long enough for me to run my fingers through. His body–bulging muscles, a wide chest and a thick cock that knew how to fuck.

I needed him now, touching and claiming me. I tilted my face up, and he rewarded me with his lips, pressing them possessively against mine. I kissed him frantically and he responded just as fiercely, knowing I needed this contact, this reassurance that we were both safe. He laid me back gently on the bed, his body covering mine, and I moaned against his mouth. I always seemed to crave flesh to flesh contact after my nightmares. I needed to erase that feeling of aloneness. And Auric gave that to me. His feverish skin melded against mine, warming me and reminding me that I lived. But I needed more. I wanted his cock inside me, filling me up thickly, pounding and pumping until I indulged in a different kind of screaming. I also needed to be recharged, my inborn magic always weaker after the pain.

However, Auric had a different plan that didn’t involve him pistoning me. He grabbed my hands and held them, pinning me to the bed. This didn’t scare me, on the contrary, my heart kicked up a notch. When Auric got dominant, pleasurable things tended to happen.

His mouth left my lips and he worked his way down, the unshaven edge of his jaw dragging across the tender skin of my neck. He kissed me in the hollow at the base of my neck, such a vulnerable spot, before sliding lower to rub his face against my already erect nipples. He blew on my hardened nubs, all the while holding my hands down even as I fought against his grip. I wanted to slide my fingers into his soft hair and force him to take my tit in his mouth. But I wasn’t in control, Auric was, and he loved to tease.

He licked a wet trail around each of my nipples, his lower body pinning me down when I bucked. Finally, he sucked my breast into his warm mouth, his tongue swirling around my nipple and a jolt of desire speared me between my legs.

I moaned and thrashed my head. But he took his sweet time, orally torturing each of my tits. “Auric,” I said with a gasp. “If you don’t make me cum soon, I am going to hurt you.”

And what did he reply to a threat that would have sent anyone else running and screaming?

He laughed, a purely masculine chuckle that made me shiver. “Impatient, my love?

But I’m not done. I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

With those titillating words, he slid down my body, his lips leaving a blazing trail down my stomach to the curls he insisted I keep. My legs already spread wide, I pulled my knees up, exposing myself to him. I looked down at him with heavy lidded eyes and met his smoldering gaze. As we stared at each other, he flicked out his tongue and he gave me a long lick. I shuddered wantonly and closed my eyes.

Thus did he begin the torture of my pussy, his tongue lapping alternately at my clit and between the moist folds of my sex. His fingers tightened around my mine where he still held them, a sign of his growing excitement. Auric did so love to tease me.

He began exclusively flicking my sensitive clit, and I thrashed and screamed under his oral onslaught, my orgasm building inside. I reached the peak, but before I could tumble down into the abyss of pleasure, he stopped.

“Auric please,” I begged.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath warm against my moist core.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me hard.”

Instantly, he lay atop me, my hands now stretched above my head, the head of his cock unerring finding my wet passage and sliding in. I wrapped my legs around him, driving him in deeper. I loved the feel of his thick shaft inside me. Well endowed, he stretched me and had no difficulty touching my womb. His lips still tasting of my juices, claimed mine and he pumped me, the hard length of his penis, sliding in and out with steady strokes. Already so close to ecstasy, it only took a few thrusts before I screamed in his mouth, the blissful waves of my orgasm making me mindless.

Somewhere in the euphoric darkness that followed my intense pleasure, I heard him cry out, his body shuddering as he found his release inside me.

Damn, I love wake up sex.

* * * *

Showered and feeling like I could take on the world, I perched on a stool in the kitchen and watched my man make me breakfast. Dressed only in jeans, abs rippling as he moved, he looked delicious, and were I not running late for work, I would have gone for some sausage. But I was a responsible girl–most of the time–and I knew my belly needed to be fed if I was going to be able to deal with the crowd we’d be sure to draw tonight at the bar.

“I might not be able to make it in time for the bar closing,” he said buttering some toast and handing it to me along with some scrambled eggs.

“Your point would be?” I asked arching a brow.

“Be careful walking home,” he growled. “Or, even better, call a cab.”

“Oh, please. We haven’t seen a single demon since we laid the smack down on that rebellion a little while back. And besides,” I said with a feisty tone. “Are you implying I can’t take care of myself?”

Personally, I thought Auric needed to relax. Things had actually been quiet since Hell’s unexpected nap during the rebellion—meaning I hadn’t had one single demon, shape shifter or other kind of assassin attack me. One month and no attempts on my life?

That had to be a record and yet Auric still insisted I be walked to and from work. I kept pointing out I could take care of myself, something I’d have been able to prove quite easily if my Hell blade could have talked. My sword and I had spun a deadly tale over the years created from the blood of all the demons we’d dispatched. But while Auric acknowledged my prowess, he still babysat me.

I think he suffered from guilt still. It didn’t matter how many times I told him he wasn’t at fault, he still hadn’t forgiven himself for allowing me to be hurt when Hades went through its spot of trouble last month. The fact I’d also traded my life for his rankled him, and I think he was waiting for a chance to place his life ahead of mine so that he didn’t feel in my debt. Never mind the fact that he traded in his chance to return to Heaven and brokered a deal with the devil to save my life. Nope, he just had to one up me. Hadn’t he realized yet that if he did, I’d just do something crazier to get ahead again?

I also wish he’d realize we’d won, sort of. Auric lived. I lived. The mysterious hooded stranger hadn’t been seen or heard of since, and in the light of day, with the nightmare banished, I could even pretend it would never return.

And besides, even if it did come after me, I’d blast him with my new super power.

My magic was stronger than ever with the daily multiple doses of sex Auric made sure I got. It figured I’d get stuck with a power based on sex. Auric called it my nympho magic.

The more sex–and orgasms—I had, the more powerful I became. I’d even begun suspecting that Auric’s pleasure counted as well because if I happened to give him an amazing blowjob–apparently I had the perfect lips for it–I always felt a rush of power right after.

But knowing all of this didn’t stop Auric from pulling his macho routine.

“Woman, if I thought I could keep you safe in this apartment while I ran down the leads I dug up, I would.”

“I’d like to see you try.” My smile was wide and the invitation for a wrestling match clear. Unfortunately, he didn’t fall for it.

“Just be careful,” he repeated. “Please.” His green eyes peered at me with such love in them that I grumbled. After all, how could I retort in the face of such cuteness?

Besides while I could take care of myself, I loved that he treated me like a precious damsel who needed protection. Contradictory of me I knew, but still, I found it hot.

With a kiss that involved a lot of tongue and ass grabbing, I finally left for work, alone. Funny how Auric didn’t worry about me getting to work during the day, of course most demons and evil creatures tended to avoid daylight. How cliché since sunlight only actually burned vampires.

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