David didn't sleep again.
He lay on the ruined mattress until the sun bled across the skyline, staring at the ceiling where faint scorch marks formed a perfect circle. His cock refused to soften. Fourteen inches of cursed meat throbbed against his stomach like a second heart, veins glowing faintly under the skin. Every pulse sent a dull, sweet ache through his balls that felt like the memory of Lilyth's cunt.
He tried ice. He tried whiskey. He tried jerking off until his palm blistered. Nothing worked. The thing between his legs stayed diamond-hard, leaking slow, steady tears of molten gold that hissed when they hit the marble.
By nightfall he was shaking.
He told himself he would fight this time.
He told himself he would run.
He told himself a lot of pretty lies.
At 2:59 a.m. the temperature in the penthouse plummeted again. Frost spider-webbed across the new, unbroken windows.
At 3:00:00 a.m. the lights died.
Darkness swallowed the room, thick and absolute, the kind of black that had weight. Then two pinpricks of violet light ignited in the center of the bedroom.
A new demon stepped out of the void.
She was shorter than Lilyth (maybe six-two), but built like a wet dream carved from alabaster and sin. Skin the color of fresh cream, hair a violent cascade of silver-white that moved like liquid mercury. Curved horns of polished amethyst swept back from her temples. Wings like smoked glass flexed behind her shoulders, scattering violet sparks. A long, whip-thin tail ended in a heart-shaped spade that flicked with impatience.
She wore nothing but golden chains: thin, delicate links that looped around her throat, dipped between breasts so full they defied gravity, and disappeared between her thighs. The chains were the only thing keeping her decent, and they did a deliberately terrible job.
Her eyes (glowing amethyst, slit-pupiled) fixed on David with open hunger.
"Evening, soul-slut," she purred, voice like velvet dragged over broken glass. "Lilyth sends her regards. I'm Vespera. Tonight you're mine."
David scrambled off the bed, back hitting the wall. "Stay the fuck away from me."
Vespera laughed, low and filthy. "Oh, sweetheart. That's not how this works."
She crossed the room in a blur. One moment twenty feet away; the next her hand was around his throat, lifting him clean off the floor and slamming him onto the mattress hard enough to crack the frame again. The impact drove the air from his lungs. Before he could gasp, her weight settled on his hips and her slick, scalding cunt swallowed every inch of his cursed cock in one merciless drop.
David's spine bowed. A broken sound tore out of him.
Vespera moaned, rolling her hips in a slow, grinding circle that made the golden chains between her breasts chime like tiny bells.
"Fuck, you're even bigger than she said," she hissed. "Lilyth always hogs the best toys."
She started riding him with vicious precision (no warm-up, no mercy). Long, punishing strokes that lifted her ass until only the flared head remained inside, then slammed her down until his balls slapped wetly against her. Each impact sent violet sparks flying from her wings. The bed screamed. The headboard splintered.
David clawed at her thighs, trying to push her off, trying to hold on; he wasn't sure anymore. Her skin was fever-hot, slick with demonic oil that smelled like crushed orchids and sulfur. Every time he bucked, she laughed and clenched around him until his vision whited out.
Her tail snaked between their bodies, the spade tip finding his balls and stroking in time with her hips. Another loop wrapped around the base of his cock like a living cockring, squeezing until he saw stars.
Minutes blurred.
He came the first time with a strangled shout, molten gold erupting so hard it forced its way out around her sealed lips, painting both their stomachs in glowing ropes. Vespera didn't slow. She ground down, riding the orgasm out of him like she was wringing a sponge, milking every drop until his balls cramped.
Second orgasm hit before the first had finished. Then a third. By the fourth he was babbling (pleading, cursing, begging her name).
Vespera leaned forward, breasts swaying inches from his face, chains brushing his lips. She kissed him, slow and deep, forked tongue sliding against his while her hips never stopped their brutal rhythm.
"You taste like damnation," she whispered into his mouth. "I could ride you for centuries."
She shifted angles suddenly, planting her knees wide and dropping all her weight straight down. The head of his cock punched against something deep inside her that made her throw her head back and scream (a sound of pure, animal triumph). Her wings snapped wide, shattering the chandelier overhead. Crystal rained down around them like deadly snow.
David felt the fifth orgasm building like a bomb in his spine.
Vespera's tail tightened around his throat, cutting off air just enough to make the world sparkle at the edges.
"Give it to me," she snarled, voice cracking into something feral. "Every fucking drop belongs to Hell now."
He came so hard his vision blacked out. Thick, endless pulses of liquid gold flooded her until her belly swelled, until it leaked out in glowing rivers down her thighs and his. Vespera's own climax hit at the same moment (her cunt clamped down like a fist, wings convulsing, violet sparks exploding outward and burning tiny holes in the ceiling).
She rode the aftershocks until he was sobbing beneath her, oversensitive and shaking, cock still trapped inside her pulsing heat.
Only when the clock hit 5:58 did she finally slow.
Vespera rose off him with deliberate cruelty, letting every inch drag free until he slipped out with a wet, obscene sound. A flood of mixed fluids followed, gold and violet, steaming on the ruined sheets.
She stood over him, wings folding neatly, tail flicking droplets across his chest like a painter signing her work.
"Tell Lilyth I want seconds," she said, licking a streak of gold from her lower lip. "This cock is going to be the new favorite toy downstairs."
Then she stepped backward into the darkness she'd come from and was simply gone.
The lights flickered back on.
David lay in the wreckage of his bed, chest heaving, cock still rigid and glistening, glowing faintly in the returning light.
Two nights.
Two demons.
An eternity left to go.
He closed his eyes and waited for 3 a.m. tomorrow, terrified of how little the terror felt like fear anymore.