With that last cutting remark, she sashayed out, the violent swishing of her tail conveying her anger. I stormed back inside, wishing boulders could slam the way doors in the Human Realm could.

“You got problems with Satan Junior Junior, Boss?” Bub asked, trotting over, tongue lolling and eyes aglow. Beezle appeared on my other side, tilting his head and eyeing my ruined breeches with too much intensity.

I snarled. “The two of you and your insatiable delight for gossip might as well go and follow Hellen around since she seems intent on ruining the most important mission of my life!”

“Aww, Boss! It’s not like that!” Beezle whined. “We just⁠—”

“It’s Jemma Bliss, isn’t it?” Bub interrupted. “That’s why you sent Jez away! I mean, I get it … the rack on her is something else! When she stripped her shirt off today, and she had that lacy thing underneath? Phwoar!”

He ignored the low growl rumbling in the back of my throat, heedless to my growing wrath. “And her skin! All pale and smooth, it’s … exotic! Nothing like the same old ruddy complexion of your average demoness.”

“Bub,” Beezle yipped in warning. “I think Boss is⁠—”

“But she’s got no tail, Boss! Like, that’s just … what do you grab onto when you wanna smash her Hell Hound style⁠—”

“Get OUT!” I roared, snatching both of them up by the scruffs of their necks and launching them in the direction of the door. “I do not want to see you again until after breakfast tomorrow!”

I grabbed the boulder and rolled it open, pointing violently out into the stone tunnel. Beezle and Bub skulked through the opening, tails between their legs.

“Well, at least we know little Junior works just fine,” Bub murmured to Beezle just as I slammed the boulder closed behind them.

And stared down at my cock, jutting up against my stomach, the tip already glistening. There were no laces on my breeches to hold it back.

There was nothing to hold me back as, with a groan of defeat, I wrapped my fist around myself and pumped.

Pale skin … lacy undergarments … jutting nipples … that kiss …

I climaxed in a searing burst, my back bowing and a garbled groan escaping my lips. My orgasm spilled in hot spurts all over the floor.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, storming to my bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

I needed to sleep. I needed to get my head to a place where I could plan my next move when it came to Jemma Bliss.

I needed to stop touching myself to thoughts of her. It was not helpful to my goal.

My goal of breaking her.

* * *

The faces of two of those spicy girls from Jemma Bliss’s shirt glared at me, floating in misty darkness. One had dark skin and wildly curling hair. The red hair of the other was bright enough to match my skin.