A pang shot through my stomach. Was I hungry, too? It had been a long time since I last ate.

I thought about the human coffee that the young woman—Jemma Bliss—had been cradling at that table. The way her lips had parted around the rim to tip the steaming liquid into her mouth.

I swallowed, surreptitiously adjusting my human denims as Beezle and Bub leapt headfirst into the portal with howls of delight. The human world was fun to visit, according to them. But there was no place like the Hellfire of home.

I wondered briefly what Jemma Bliss’s home looked like. Which made me laugh, because it would be absolutely nothing like mine.

I stepped through the portal.

* * *

Pink hair. Big, curious eyes framed by dark lashes and comically large glasses.

Buttocks that one could bounce a Soul Token off.

I gripped myself and stroked, the violent bubbles of the Hell Spring tickling my backside as I let my head fall back against the edge, pumping my cock into my fist.

This is so very, very wrong, SJ.

Oh, but that rear end is worthy of many a fantasy.

Jemma Bliss, bent over, looking coyly back at me. Wriggling that round, biteable backside.

‘Come and get it, big boy,’ she cooed.

“Yes, please,” I growled, stroking my cock faster, relishing the growing ache in my balls.

I stalked towards her, peeled her out of her human denims. My finger slid between those cheeks, lower, towards her …

‘Soaked for me, naughty girl.’ I panted, my finger slipping inside her perfect heat. ‘You want the Devil’s cock inside you, don’t you?”

She ground those beautiful cheeks against my hard cock, reaching up and back to stroke one of my horns. ‘All the way inside me, please!’ she begged.

“You went up there again, didn’t you?”

I thrashed, swallowing a lungful of water, sloshing more out of the hot spring in my efforts to hide the current state of my downstairs region from my big sister. Thankfully I’d selected the spring with the most violent bubbles … for reasons I was not prepared to disclose to her or anyone else. The movement of the water would have masked what I had been doing to my downstairs region when she snuck up on me.

Hopefully.

“Why does this matter to you?” I demanded, propping my arms on the edge and glaring up at her. She scowled back, her gaze falling on my horns. Her eyes flashed envious emerald as she ran a hand through her cropped, maroon hair. Feeling for horns that would never be there.

“What about the Human Realm has your tail in such a knot?” she demanded. “The only good thing about the place is the stream of delightfully miserable, terrified souls it affords us.”