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Sarah Hawley
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March 3 - March 10, 2025
“I assume we will be sharing that flimsy excuse for shelter tonight. Do you have enough blankets and pillows for both of us, or will we be combining body heat?”
Calladia switched on the radio and scanned through stations. Static, laughter, static, opera, static . . . then a familiar female voice danced over a rhythmic guitar line. Astaroth nodded along. He didn’t realize he was quietly singing until Calladia gasped. “Wait,” she said. “No way.” She was probably surprised by his recall of the lyrics—as was Astaroth, now that he thought of it. “I don’t know how I know the song,” he said. “It’s just familiar. Maybe there’s an amnesia exception for music?” “Not that,” she said, flapping her hand. “You’re a Swiftie?” He squinted, confused. “Is that a
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“Swifties are fans of Taylor Swift,” Calladia said once she’d stopped chuckling. “She’s a pop singer. Well, she started in country, but she’s branched out since then.” Taylor Swift. He turned the name over in his head, but no images appeared. He shrugged. “Apparently I’m a Swiftie.”
“And she’s my sworn enemy, not yours,” Astaroth snapped.
“First off,” he said in a pissy tone, “that werewolf was a lout and not worthy of your attention. Secondly, who has been feeling you up in bars, and are their hands still attached?” “Curious if I removed them?” The furious look he shot her made her breath hitch. “If you didn’t, I will.”
“If you ever want to, I’ll listen. And Calladia . . .” He set his hand on the bench, his pinkie finger a scant inch from her own, so close she felt the heat radiating from his skin. “You’re a good person, even if you don’t always believe it, but I’m not. Say the word, and I’ll punish him in the vilest ways you can imagine.”
“You think human police would be able to stop me?” His smile was grim. “I’ve been around a long time, Calladia. Just because these are less violent times doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to be a monster.”
“What about light torture?”
Hang on. She turned to face the bed. The only bed. “This can’t be right,” Calladia said. “I asked Tansy for two twins.” “Did they confirm there were two beds?” Astaroth asked. “I got lost with all that screeching.”
“So we only have one bed. That shouldn’t be a problem. The couch is big enough for you to curl up on, and we can add pillows.” “Sounds like a plan,” Calladia said distractedly. Her gaze had slipped to his butt, which filled out those ridiculous pants nicely. Then she replayed what he’d said and felt a flare of outrage. “Wait, why am I curling up on the couch and not you?” “You’re smaller, so you’ll be more comfortable.”
“A gentleman would offer the bed to the lady.” “Do you see a gentleman here? Or a lady, for that matter?” Calladia gasped. “Rude!”
“Lilith,” the other demoness said gently, “was that perhaps something you read in a fanfic?” Lilith’s brow furrowed. “The dragon heart? I’m sure that was canon. Right before that tentacle monster stumbled upon him.” She cackled. “Or oozed onto him, rather. Slurped up to him? Smacked sucker-marks into his ass?” Sandranella winced. “Definitely fanfic. I don’t think I’ll ever recover after reading that link you sent me.”
Lilith blew him a kiss. “Stalking is my love language.”
“I had a boyfriend in college,” she blurted out. “Though maybe it’s weird to call him that, since he was fifteen years older than me.” “Taylor Swift would call that a problematic age gap,” Astaroth said.
Kai clapped a hand to his chest. “Knock me over. I heard bedtime stories about you. My mum told me you’d dismember me if I wasn’t a good pup.” Lilith eyed the buff werewolf. “I prefer my bad pups in one piece.” She winked. “Unless you cross me.” Then she pulled a knife out of nowhere, leaned across Sandranella, and plunged it into the wooden table a few inches from Kai’s hand. Kai shuddered. “I think I’m in love.”
“What’s going to happen to those petals? They’ll be crushed or end up in my unmentionables. It’s impractical.” “If you want me to stuff them up your ass, just say so.” Calladia uncorked the champagne and sniffed appreciatively at the vapor wafting out. “When I ask you to stuff something up my ass,” Astaroth said, “it will not be flower petals.” He held the flutes out so Calladia could pour. “I’ve always wondered what pegging someone would be like,” she mused. The guys she’d slept with had not been interested in letting her peg them, though they’d had no qualms about asking her for anal. “We
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“I summarized everything and posted it on AO3,” Lilith declared proudly. Oh, Lucifer. Astaroth resisted smacking his forehead with his palm. “You mean Archive of Our Own?” he asked. “That fan fiction site where you post your tentacle porn?” “She writes tentacle porn?” Themmie asked. “Awesome. I’m gonna need that link. For, uh, research.” Lilith looked up at the pixie. “I knew I liked the colorful bug. My next one-shot will be dedicated to you, flappy one.”

