Snowballs in HellBy: Eve Langlais
Hi, I’m Muriel, misbegotten daughter of Satan, and once again my life is in turmoil.
The cowled one who tortured me left a curse on my mind, one that makes me afraid.
Completely unacceptable, but in order to remove it, I have to do something even worse—
betray my beloved by bringing another man into our bed.
As if having to participate in a threesome isn’t traumatizing enough, Hell has frozen over, and as much as I think Hades looks pretty in a blanket of white, the repercussions are severe. It’s a good thing this princess of Hell has two lovers determined to charge my magic in pleasurable ways.
I'll admit, it's not easy having nympho magic, but I’m prepared to suck it up—and swallow—for the sake of saving the world.
The silence in Hell deafened me. I whirled around, searching the barren landscape at the edge of the pit and found … nothing. The screaming, the torturing, the day to day noise that was Hades, gone, and in its place, a deadly quiet that frightened me more.
It occurred to me that I should leave this place. Find my father, my lover, my friends, anybody. I took one step and froze. I heard the faint scuffing sound of someone approaching and suddenly I wished for the quiet. Without volition, I found myself pivoting to see a slight figure covered head to toe in a hooded robe. I whimpered.
My limbs betrayed me. I slumped to my knees caught in the stranger’s spell. My whole body trembled with fear. I wanted to run away, but the cowled figure held me frozen. I wanted to plead for mercy, but no matter how much I tried, the words remained caught in my throat.
The dark recesses of its hood hid its cowardly face, which in itself might have been a mercy. It reached out a hand, the skin translucent and smooth, the tapered fingers perfectly manicured. Those innocuous digits approached slowly, and I felt tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, tears that burned as hotly as my shame. My breathing came fast and harsh. I already knew the pain that was coming. I’d felt it before. A pain so excruciating I would promise anything to make it stop. A pain so horrifying, I’d try to die. I sobbed again faintly.
It touched me.
Immediately, the breathtaking torture started. Hot, lancing pokers ripped through my head and body. Unwavering, excruciating misery. I fell to the ground in convulsions, my voice finally free to scream, over and over and over.
I felt myself shaken and a voice penetrated the nightmare that had me in its grip.
“Muriel! Wake up. Come on baby, open your eyes.”
Auric’s strong arms wrapped around me and loosened the dream’s grip. He drew me back to reality. With a last, shameful whimper, the pain and the nightmare faded away, but I still shook, my body covered in a sheen of sweat as the sharp memory of agony took longer to disappear.
“Oh, Muri,” I heard Auric whisper, gathering me tight to him and rocking me like a child in need of comfort.
I knew I should push him away. After all, I held the title of princess of Hell. I should fear nothing and never show weakness. I didn’t have nightmares. I gave them. All this had been true before, but ever since my encounter with the cowled being, I woke up nightly screaming like the most pathetic coward. It had been a month now, and every night without fail, I suffered. And my shame grew.
Time to face the facts. I’d lost my edge. I now feared. My father, lover and even my sister tried to reassure me that I’d gone through a traumatic experience and the nightmares were normal. They tried to tell me I was safe. But I knew better. This creature still roamed the planes of Hell, Heaven and the worlds in between. Even more frightening? I knew it would come back for me. I knew it hadn’t found what it was looking for, the secret that hid inside my mind. The old me would have bared her teeth and said, “Bring it on!” The new me cringed pathetically and, boy, did that piss me off.
Auric still stroked me, his caresses transitioning from comfort to something more carnal. He knew me so well. My very own fallen angel. I still felt amazement that he loved me. I was a flawed product of Hell after all. I could picture him even with my eyes shut. His beautiful face with its rugged planes, heightened by a scar that gave rather than detracted from his beauty. He had silky ebony hair, thick and long enough for me to run my fingers through. His body–bulging muscles, a wide chest and a thick cock that knew how to fuck.