Page 40 of Speak No Evil

It doesn’t seem like he’s used to such big horns, because he keeps poking his friend next to him in the eye.

His friend doesn’t mind, as he’s focused on his teal skin. He keeps staring at his hands and arms as if he’s never seen himself before. He too has giant horns, but his are a marvelous pair of spiraling horns that point to the sky. I’ve never seen horns like them.

My gaze falls to their laps, and again, I’m fucking floored.

Both have baseball bat sized cocks, both with various jewelry decorating them. The teal demon chose silver jewelry and the golden one obviously chose gold.

“I knew you were the best mate for us,” Vrahs rumbles behind me. His smoky leathery scent swirls in my nose but it’s different. Stronger and sweeter. More complex, with layers of warm spices like cloves and anise I never noticed before.

Actually, he kinda smells like me.

I look at him in the mirror, but all I can focus on is the demon in front of him, blocking my view.

Fuchsia skin just like the power the three lords wield. She’s skewered atop Vrahs’s enormous red cock. But her body is larger, stronger. Made for it.

Her legs are well-muscled and thick. Stomach defined but still soft, still rounded. If you ask me, her tits are too small for her frame, too small to be proportional, but somehow for her, it works.

She has long dark hair, falling in waves around her shoulders. And atop her head are two fantastic horns.

They look like deer antlers, but scarier, with serrated edges along each of the sixteen points.

I stare into her surprisingly green eyes and sort of see myself in them.

Sort of. If I were some demon goddess in a comic book drawn by someone with averyhigh opinion of me.

“Jade?” Vrahs whispers.

“Yeah?” I reply, but it’s her mouth that moves. Her voice I hear in my ears.

Lucifer’s true form, is that...?

I trace the fuchsia arms upward, to the wrists where they are bound just like mine were. Then down to the ankles. Again, bound like mine.

How?

I’m not a fucking demon.

I’m a witch. And last I checked, witches don’t have fucking true forms!

I yank my left arm out of the binding and hold it to the mirror.

“Oh my god,” I murmur upon seeing Emerald’s portrait, perfectly tattooed in demon magic.

“Now, now, let’s not bring him into this. He had nothing to do with any—”

I cut off Vrahs’s words when my elbow connects to his temple. Then yank myself free of the bindings and remove his dick from my body.

“Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on here, or I’m gonna start a baseball bat company, and my first listing will be your severed dicks!”

Chapter 10

JADE

“Isn’t she magnificent?” Vrahs says to the other demons... who I’m now realizing look a whole lot like Ryker and Thorne.

So... what? I pulled their true forms and somehow did the same to myself?

“Isn’t she magnificent,”I repeat with biting sarcasm. “Don’t you dare take that tone, Vrahs,” I growl. But with my new—well, everything—this growl was arealgrowl.