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A Devilish Saturnalia: A Hellbound Novella
Hellbound Gods
Alexa Piper
Copyright © 2022 by Alexa Piper
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MORE BOOKS BY ALEXA PIPER
If you have somehow found this book without having read anything else in the Hellbound series first, I urge you to do so now since the story of the Devil and his necromancer should be read in order:
The Devil’s Necromancer
The Devil’s Boyfriend
The Devil’s Demigod
The Devil’s Wings
The Devil’s Lover
The Devil’s Saturnalia
The Monster Apocalypse Series follows Rory and his big, blue, and handsome monster. (It’s an apocalyptical romcom with non-standard anatomy. You will thank me.)
Ash & Stone
Magic & Home
Blood & Fate
Rory & Ink (forthcoming January 2023)
In the market for a dark urban fantasy story? Check out Phoenix Immortal!
“I couldn’t change that I was…attracted to a guy I’d watched getting murdered on the subway.”
Moonlight Cherries
The Elvenswood Tales Series has a bit of everything.
The first three are MMF and should be read in order:
Holiday Magic
Arrow Struck
Bonfire Bright
Books 4 to 6 are MM standalones with recurring characters:
Siren’s Love Song (in which a siren meets a human and assists him in pineapple shopping)
Legally Claimed (in which a hangry vampire lawyer secures a human sex worker’s blood donation services)
Witch Wolf (in which a werewolf finds healing in a witch’s arms; a hurt-comfort read)
And there’s more! Find all of Alexa’s books on her homepage.
INTRODUCTION
Reader,
I swear I thought I could end this first season of Nelly and Lucy’s tale with The Devil’s Saturnalia, but I was wrong, and here we are.
A Devilish Saturnalia was a very spontaneous thing. It follows Nelly and Lucy to snowy Scotland, and it’s a sweet, warming holiday tale that picks up right where The Devil’s Saturnalia ended. It’s an extra that you are getting because I love these guys and all the rest of the characters as much as you do!
And as I have said before, you don’t need to be sad about their story ending. Nelly and Lucy will have more adventures together or what I keep referring to as a season 2. Before that, they will both pop up in the next book (or several books) set in the Hellbound Gods universe. I hinted at that before, and once more, I’m not saying here whose book it will be in case you are reading A Devilish Saturnalia in chronological order in-universe.
The best way to keep track of when you can get more of Nelly and Lucy is to subscribe to my newsletter or join my reader group.
And now, without further ado, let’s get into the story.
Alexa Piper
November 2022
“The lost aren’t safe. They are just… lost.
You’re not that, and never will be.”
—Lucifer
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CONTENTS
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
5. CHAPTER FIVE
6. CHAPTER SIX
7. CHAPTER SEVEN
8. CHAPTER EIGHT
9. EPILOGUE
AND THE STORY IS DONE...FOR NOW.
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CHAPTER ONE
PERSEPHONE'S CASTLE, SCOTLAND, MIDWINTER
Persephone’s castle was well heated, but it was winter, and I was only wearing the Devil’s shirt. I was almost expecting to be chilled, but with Lucifer next to me, his hand stroking my back, the cold simply didn’t seem to be able to find me. His woodfire-and-spices scent calmed me almost as much as the two small furballs in my arms. Soul kept an eye on them, but she seemed okay with me holding them for now, and Cerberus, no matter that he was the size of a small pony, did not dare approach. He was keeping all six of his eyes on us though.
Quincey’s snake tail was weirdly adorable, and Murray looked up at me with her daddy’s blue eyes as if she couldn’t quite figure out what I was, seeing as how I had no snout or tail or anything at all a good helldog should have.
The dragon mother walking into the castle’s great room without a stitch on her shouldn’t have surprised me. In fact, when she did, I glanced to the Devil on my left and marveled that he had managed to put on pants earlier this morning. He was busy giving the new momma scratches on her chin while I held the babies. A string of drool was about to land on the left knee of his black slacks, but Lucifer didn’t seem to mind. I hoped that wouldn’t lead to him randomly taking his pants off with some flimsy, halfhearted excuse. But no, the Devil would never do that. He would never try to excuse taking his pants off.
“Well, what is this?” the dragon mother said, hands on her hips and looking at the wiggling furballs in my lap with a smile on her umber face.
“Dragon mother,” Lucifer said. “Meet Murray and Quincey.”
Soul growled proudly, and Cerberus yipped from the respectful distance he had kept.
Tiamat chuckled. “Is that what you are calling them?”
“Seemed right,” I said and patted Quincey. He was dozing, but his snake tail had latched on to my little finger, which had to be frustrating: the little teeth were not yet strong enough to break skin, so he could get neither blood nor milk from me. “We should build them a nest or something.”
Lucifer grunted in agreement and stood. It meant I didn’t get to lean on him any longer, which was disappointing. It was nice to have him share his warmth with me, and counterintuitively, having him close made me feel less naked.
I almost felt like a hypocrite about the clothes when the dragon mother squatted in front of me. Right in front. She had her knees spread and everything as if I’d seen the things between a woman’s legs. Not that I had anything against the female anatomy, I just didn’t need a close-up. Were there really no clothes in this entire castle? Never before had the need for eye contact only been more challenging.
“May I have a look at them? Make sure they are healthy?” Tiamat asked.
Soul growled in agreement, and so I handed the two small bundles over, carefully loosening the hold of Quincey’s snake tail from my finger. Murray blinked at the dragon mother, and as if the blue-eyed hellpuppy could tell Tiamat was family, she started wagging both of her tails, though without much coordination. It was freaking adorable.
“Yes. Two healthy hellbabies,” Tiamat pronounced after giving them a once-over and placing them back in my lap. I thought I’d felt her magic too, but it was barely even there before it vanished.
“This should do,” Lucifer said.
Cerberus went over to where the Devil had made a blanket nest next to the fireplace and sniffed it almost like he wanted to check it was safe for hellbabies to sleep in. Lucifer let him and lit the kindling and piled wood in the fireplace until the flames were crackling away.
“Come on, babies,” I said and carefully got to my feet. Tiamat’s hand on my elbow steadied me.
Soul followed, never once taking her eyes off her babies. I knelt by the nest and put the babies on the soft blankets, and the three of them looked comfy. Cerberus had retreated, his eyes remaining focused on the three of them. He tried getting closer once. Soul shut that right down with a not-at-all friendly
“Aren’t they cute?” I said and turned to look at the dragon mother and my boyfriend.
The two of them stood one next to the other, Lucifer smiling like…well, like a kid supposedly would on Christmas morning. I didn’t know, really, seeing as how I’d never really had that kind of holiday. Tiamat just looked pleased.
“They seem settled,” the dragon mother said. “And I will be just outside for some snowbathing in case they need anything.”
“Nelly needs a shower,” Lucifer said, but the way he said it made it sound lewd. The way he looked at me confirmed that was probably how he’d meant it.
“Getting clean does sound nice.” I looked down at myself. His shirt only covered me to the middle of my thigh. “And maybe more clothes.”
I knew that would tease him, but I couldn’t help myself. Besides, watching Lucifer’s eyes go wide and hearing his Devil noises, the sound of snow turning into ice and breaking with a touch, it was seductive.
Tiamat patted Lucifer on the back. “Remember that the first day after Midwinter is best celebrated with a joining of lovers, so mind your stamina.”
Lucifer looked shocked. It was so cute. He stared at Tiamat, wide-eyed.
“Dragon mother, my stamina is divine. I could pleasure my boyfriend all through the longest night and through the first day easily.”
“Uhm, no, no thank you,” I said but was ignored.
Tiamat’s laughter sounded exactly like spring felt, a humming deep in your soul. “Careful, Lucy. Don’t be too overeager to assure me of something you should confidently possess.”
I giggled because Lucifer a tad self-conscious and flustered was a new-to-me experience.
He turned to look at me. “Babe, are you laughing?”
“What, me?”
Tiamat said something about young love as she sauntered off to get to snowbathing outside.
“Yes, you, babe.”
“I think you misheard.”
“Mmm.” Lucifer walked toward me and pulled me up so I stood in front of him. “I think I can trust my ears. Your mouth, maybe not so much. Although it’s a very nice mouth.” He ran his thumb along the edge of my bottom lip. “So very nice.”
Heat poured down my spine and into my belly, and even lower. Lucifer’s Devil noises grew louder, and I had his scent in my nose, anise and cinnamon, flames devouring dry logs.
“I’m not at all using my magic,” I said.
He smiled his Welcome to my home, canary smile at me.
“That is so very good of you, my love.”
And he teleported us. Gone was the great room and the massive Christmas tree with the magic lights spelled to shimmer above it. Gone were the canine residents of the castle.
We were back in our room. Lucifer ran a hand through my hair, paused, and pulled on one of my new ear studs.
I winced, but the pain shot straight to my balls as a wave of arousal, and I whined at the strangeness of being turned on by pain.
“I think you can have a shower after I’ve had you, babe,” Lucifer said, his tone light as if he were considering something utterly mundane, like which color shirt to wear.
I opened my mouth. Closed it again. Then I leaned into him, my arms coming around to hug him close. I couldn’t remember ever doing this before, seeking out his warmth like this, but it was still so new, knowing that he was and would be mine, today, tomorrow, always.
“I love you,” I said, not quite sure he would hear, but of course his hearing—much like his stamina—was divine.
“And I you, Nelly.”
He moved us to the bed, leading me along in tiny steps without ever breaking our embrace, and then he went so far as to let himself fall backward into the pillows.
My landing was comparatively soft, even though Lucifer was firm, but through a stroke of luck, I managed not to impale myself on his rigid cock.
“Babe, are you laughing again? It’s not the reaction I had hoped for,” he said as his hands wandered down to my naked ass. I had been wearing underwear yesterday, but oh, those days when I was able to fall asleep wearing my underwear. When I’d been able to wear whatever I pleased when I fell into bed. Now, I was either wrapped in sexy Devil or sexy Devil’s wings since Lucifer didn’t allow me to wear clothes in bed. If I was being honest, I liked it that way, but I really wasn’t in a place where I could fully admit that to myself or even say it out loud, so I took the thought and jammed it into the back of a drawer in my mind for later examination.
“I was just thinking your cock is hard enough to poke my eye out,” I said, partly because I wanted to see his reaction.
I lifted my head off his chest to see him frowning down at me
“As I said, divine stamina,” he said.
“Right. You did say that. I almost forgot.”
“Did you?” He flipped us over in one swift move that did something to my lizard brain, which recognized this move as hella hot. Probably the scientific term. The way Lucifer looked down at me, he knew how my lizard brain worked.
“You are correct about my cock being painfully hard,” he went on after taking his sweet fucking time to look me over like a cut of meat he couldn’t decide to cook or eat raw. “And I need to do something about that.” He shifted until he straddled me, then scooted up my body until his knees were on either side of my shoulders, his dripping cock looming right above my mouth.
I started salivating like I was sure he wanted me to, and a shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t look anywhere but up at him, at the very obvious part of him right above me, but also beyond that, at his eyes, sapphire bright and laser focused on me.
He took his cock in hand and ran the already slick tip along my lips. I let my mouth fall open and licked up the salty precum, and when I grazed the head with my tongue, he hissed in pleasure.
“Lick,” he commanded, and my mouth fell open that much wider so I could properly run my tongue over his cock and taste him.
I’d expected him to tell me to open and fuck into me. Usually, he’d tie me up for that, but weirdly, this felt even more constricting, especially when he pushed my head back down the moment I tried lifting it to better take him into my mouth.
“No, babe. You’ll just get to savor for now. Lick. Yes, that’s right, use that lovely tongue.”
The appeal of being on my back underneath Lucifer became obvious pretty quickly. The noises he made—those Devil noises—grew louder and darker, more intimate. Hungrier. His leg and hip muscles flexed, and while my range of movement wasn’t wide, I could reach up to stroke his ass and thighs with my fingers, something he seemed to enjoy. If he hadn’t, he’d have gotten out a rope.
Meanwhile, he was producing more and more precum, and I licked and sucked, the taste of it even more intensely smoke and spices, fire and heat, than his scent alone.
“Very nice, my love. You are doing so well,” he praised. “Let me get you ready for your reward. Don’t use your magic while I do that, babe. Keep it still.”
His magic reached for me in slow and tender strokes. I had to concentrate on keeping calm, but it wasn’t painful at all. It still felt like an intrusion, but if anything it was an intrusion much like fucking was an intrusion, and just like fucking, getting cleaned and slicked by his magic was arousing.
My toes curled, and I rubbed my legs together, seeing as how I didn’t have the Devil sitting on my knees, just on my chest. He totally overdid it with the lubing up, the ass, and I started whimpering even as I did my best to cradle his cockhead with my tongue.
Lucifer chuckled. “You know I like you slick, babe. Don’t you want to be exactly the way I want you?” He pulled his hips back so I didn’t have anything to lick and could actually answer.
“It’s just a lot. And I told you I’m not a water ride at some amusement park.”
He laughed, the vibrato going through my chest and making my balls tingle. “Babe. I swear you are behaving too virginal. That comment was almost word for word out of a novel I read the other day, and in that, it was the virgin who said it.”
