The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Alright, let's change the topic for a bit," Mammon said, her voice carrying that lazy drawl, the kind of tone that sounded playful yet dangerous. "Amon told me you're very proficient in sex. Well, considering how many women you keep around you, and the fact that you're considered Lilith's offspring, I guess it's only natural you'd be very skilled at it."

I leaned back, listening to her words, and for a second, I thought of brushing it off. But in all honesty… she wasn't wrong. I wasn't going to brag, but I knew exactly what I was capable of. I had the stamina of a hundred horses, could keep going long after others collapsed. I could make five women cum at the same time, make them claw the sheets, breathless, trembling, completely undone—while I didn't even break a sweat.

Yeah… that definitely sounded like bragging when I thought it like that.

"Well, sure. I can call myself proficient at sex," I told her with a shrug, trying not to make it sound like I was flaunting it.

"Mm… well, okay then," she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. "I already had that idea when Amon told me about her sex life with you. But I'm curious. Really curious. I want to know for myself how capable you are."

Her eyes were locked on mine as she spoke, and before I even had the chance to react, I suddenly felt something—her foot brushing against my leg under the table. It was such a small, subtle touch, but fuck… it sent a jolt straight through me, like sparks running up my body.

"Are you saying you want to test me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Amon actually asked me to serve you last night," she said smoothly. "I was surprised, you know? I never thought she'd suggest something like that—that we should serve the same man. You must be really incredible for her to suddenly say it."

So Amon told her that? Damn. If she was willing to say that to Mammon, then I guess she didn't see any problem with me hooking up with her.

"Well… if you want, you can find out," I said, letting my own foot slide up her leg in return.

She looked at me with that playful smile again, like a predator enjoying the little game.

"Fufufu… sounds like you're a very impatient man. I don't like impatient men, you know?"

"I'm not impatient," I said, meeting her gaze head on. "But maybe right now, I am. I mean, how could I not be? A body as hot as yours wanting to fuck me? Yeah… I might be impatient in this moment."

The tension between us grew heavy. Her eyes were sharp but teasing, and I stared back with the same hunger.

The air around her felt different, almost thick—like she was pouring pheromones into the room. It hit me hard, clouding my thoughts with nothing but heat and arousal.

She really was like Amon in that way. Both of them knew exactly how to twist desire and use it to their advantage.

"Fufufu… then I guess I'll have to get ready," she said softly. "If you want me, I'll wait for you in my room."

She rose gracefully from her chair, her movements smooth and confident, every step deliberate, hips swaying as if she owned the entire space. Then she walked away, leaving only her scent and that lingering temptation behind.

Goddamn. She was so graceful and gorgeous, it was almost unfair. She had the kind of aura that commanded eyes, that made people stop whatever they were doing just to watch her. Maybe that's what made her such a good demon servant—beautiful, dangerous, impossible to ignore.

Now then… should I follow her?

I wanted to. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to go after her, but part of me still hesitated.

I was pretty sure she didn't have any hidden motives… but you never really knew with demons.

And I wasn't going to just think with my dick. For all I knew, she could slit my throat right after the deed.

Still, should I really pass up that ass? Wouldn't it be worth the risk?

Fuck. Now I really was thinking only with my dick.

Considering I hadn't had any action last night, it wasn't surprising I was this wound up. For me, going without sex even for a day was enough to make me feel backed up. My stamina and energy were practically limitless, and lust just poured out of me—it was like a fire always burning.

I stood and made my way toward Amon.

"You planned this, didn't you?" I said, looking her dead in the eye.

"I want her to be happy," Amon said calmly, smiling at me. "And nothing makes her happier than serving you, Master."

I honestly hadn't expected her to think like that.

So this was all her doing. She was the one who set it up, who kept talking about how good I was, how proficient I was in bed, until Mammon couldn't resist her curiosity anymore.

Mammon was older, a woman who hadn't had sex in what looked like years. She probably needed this, craved it even, and Amon knew it.

That's why she put this whole thing together.

She really was a keeper. I couldn't lie about that.

Having her by my side… yeah, it was pretty damn awesome.

"Well then… I guess I'll be preoccupied for a while," I told her.

"Yes, Master. Fuck her brains out," Amon said with a grin.

She didn't even try to hold back. This was her mother she was talking about, and she was still saying it without hesitation.

Well… I guess I would.

With that, I headed in the direction Mammon had gone.

When I reached her door, I knocked.

"Come in," she said, her voice smooth, dripping with seduction.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Immediately, a heavy scent hit me—musky, intoxicating, sweet but strong enough to make my head feel light.

My eyes scanned the room. The whole place glowed with the soft flicker of candlelight, shadows dancing along the walls. The atmosphere was thick, intimate—definitely set up for what was about to happen.

And then I saw her.

Mammon stood there in lingerie. A bra that barely contained her, matching panties, sheer pantyhose with a garter belt holding them snug against her thighs. The sight of her like that hit me like a damn punch to the gut—it was so fucking arousing.

It hit me then—Amon always wore this exact combination whenever she was with me, whenever we had sex.

Did she… tell Mammon I had a fetish for this kind of thing?

"Lord Leon," Mammon said softly as she lit the last candles, her voice almost purring. "Come inside. Let me service you."

For the first time in a while, I was so hard it actually hurt. My cock was straining against my pants, practically ready to burst out. Just standing there, looking at her, had me more turned on than I had been in a long time.