I lounged on my throne, feeling the warmth of a woman kneeling beneath me, her tongue tracing over the arch of my foot, almost like she was in a trance. Her hand gripped my ankle with reverence, holding it as if it were some sacred object. I barely paid her attention, my gaze fixed on the woman standing in front of me.
"Your sadistic nature hasn't changed a bit, Satania," said the woman, another Princess of Hell like myself.
"Well, your proclivities are far worse than mine, Asmodeus," I shot back with a smirk.
Asmodeus, the Princess of Lust, was infamous for her unquenchable desires, a fitting title for her. While I reigned over Wrath, her lust wasn't what one might expect—her cravings were directed solely toward women. She could grow limbs at will, and even parts that didn't belong on a woman. That ability was the source of many of her exploits.
