Lucifer, the master of seduction
“Gaia!” Lucifer bellowed her name, then leaned back in his chair, undid his pants, and let his mighty beast spring forth.
He waited.
And waited.
A frown creased his brow. “Woman, where are you?” he yelled again. “I know you can hear me. You’re always listening in.” Darned female, always sticking her nose in his affairs. She spied almost as well as he did.
This time she answered his call, arriving in a cloud of green sparkles that emitted an obnoxiously fresh-flowered smell that totally clashed with the manliness of his office.
“About time,” he grumbled as he waved his erect dick at her.
She gave him and his mighty snake but a cursory glance. “Really, Luc. How many times do I have to tell you that is not sexy?”
“You like it well enough when I use it to plow you.”
“After some foreplay. But that…” She waved a dismissive hand in his direction. “Wagging it around? Surely in the thousands of years you’ve prided yourself on being a lover, you’ve acquired a more suave method of seduction.”
“I thought we were past all that crap,” he complained. Wasn’t the whole point of dating and fidelity so he could bypass the annoying parts and get right to the fun stuff?
“Just because we’re lovers doesn’t mean you have to stop trying.”
“But all that seduction crap takes time. And I want some nookie now.” He gave her his best pout.
She ignored it. “What’s this I hear about a new menace heading toward Hell?”
“Nothing to worry your pretty head about, although I do know of another head in need of attention.” He tried a winsome smile—which always failed with the ladies, but he kept practicing. He’d seen Felipe and Remy use it, with success he might add. Lucifer just couldn’t figure out why his version didn’t have the same effect. For some reason, with the exception of Gaia, women either screamed or fainted at the sight of it.
His smile didn’t work. His groin waggle didn’t merit a glance. And his suggestive leer met with a furrow. “Be serious for a moment. We need to talk about the news Felipe just imparted. Who has the power to mess with the Styx?” mused his girlfriend.
With a big sigh, as Lucifer realized he wouldn’t get any coital action until he’d—ugh—had a conversation with the missus, he tucked his equipment back in his pants.
Yeah, the Lord of the Pit is back stealing scenes in my newest Welcome to Hell story. For more of him and the yummy kitty we met in A Demon and his Witch, pick up your copy of Hell’s Kitty today 
Meow. Scratch. Purr…
Good thing this Hellcat has nine lives because he’s going to need them if he’s going to survive Lucifer’s latest scheme and land on his four furry feet.
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