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He slams himself into me, and I cry out in pure ecstatic joy.

My body stretches and Rhygel stays still deep inside me, allowing me to adjust. But I don’t want time to adjust. I want to get fucked. So I arch into him.

Rhygel groans, getting the hint, and pulls out, slow and deliberate, making me relish every solid inch. He’s so long, the torture goes on for ages until he slams into me again, this time anchoring himself to me by digging his fingers into my hips.

I see every plane of existence in every dimension in the known universe.

“I won’t last much longer,” I manage to wheeze before he slides out, inch by inch.

“Good. I won’t either.” Rhygel puts his hand around the base of my aching cock, and as he slams in again, he gives me one last hard pump.

The bed breaks beneath me. I explode my pleasure across the shards of shattered wood and linens while Rhygel roars his release into me from behind.

We stand there, panting, recovering, and all I can think is that I hope Lily’s OK with this. Because there’s no way I can say no to Rhygel now that I’ve had him.

Chapter28

Lily

He made me promise I wouldn’t. Promised I wouldn’t. I promised. I promised.

It’s my chant, my catechism. The only thing keeping me grounded under this cocoon of darkness and bed linens.

Yes. I’m under the covers, in the hole again. The dark place. The place where I can’t imagine ever feeling good again.

I shouldn’t feel like this. I know I shouldn’t want to curl up and die without a demonic presence in my head. But knowing this isn’t normal doesn’t keep me from feeling it. Doesn’t make it go away.

Staying busy didn’t help. I tried. I really tried. I showered and cleaned the whole condo and tucked Michelle in on the couch, but I wasn’t strong enough.

Wasn’t strong enough to resist the darkness closing in around me like a sarcophagus. Or the isolating, awful thoughts, now free to whisper every fear, every anxious rumination over and over until they’re so distorted and blown out of proportion I hardly know where I end and the anxiety begins. The pain of a mind with so much space where before there were only the kind words of my demons.

If I could, I’d laugh at the bitter irony of all. I’m not strong enough to keep the darkness away, but I can pull a demon from my friend.

I drift off. I think it’s to sleep, but I might be disassociating again, like after that poor grandma. I don’t know.

I don’t know.

It’s dark and calm, and I decide to stay for a while.

Barbas

“You take the lead this time,”Malphas says to me as we prepare to enter Lily’s mind together for the first time.

Not the first time, but the first time with her knowledge, which, to me, is truly what counts.

“Thank you,” I say.

Malphas stares at me. “Yeah, I was doing the thing where I offer and you decline and then I can accept and not look like an ass.”

“Mmm. Noted. But you should know…”

“What?”

“You always look like an ass.”

Malphas stares at me, stricken, disbelieving that I, slight of frame Barbas, would ever say something like that to him, before throwing his head back and cackling at the ceiling.

“Friend, you don’t know how right you are,” he says and seats himself in the hard wooden chair next to mine.