thought, don’t let that be the entrance to an actual sewage drain.
James lifted the cover and it looked like pure darkness, Valerie could not get a glimpse of what was below. Taking her hand James bowed and motioned at the hole. “Ladies first.”
“And who said chivalry was dead.” Valerie smirked as she climbed in. There was a ladder that led down a ways before stopping on the edge of a cliff. She could feel James presence right behind her and it was mildly reassuring. When she stopped to think about it there is no way she would ever climb into a manhole by herself, let alone one located in Hell.
The steps leading down off the cliff were narrow and slick. Leaning inward Valerie grasped parts of the cliff as she descended with her hands. She knew James would never let her fall but that didn’t change the fear that was eating away at her. She couldn’t see a bottom and she knew one slip would turn her into a splat that even James wouldn’t be able to put together again.
The air felt stifling in her lungs; it grew warmer and heavier with humidity. When they finally reached the bottom every limb on her body was trembling. She would have gotten down on her knees and kissed the ground but she realized her feet had made a small splash. They were standing in murky water that didn’t quite reach the top of her shoes.
There was a foul rotten scent coming out of the water and she wasn’t sure if her mind was playing tricks on her or not, but she could have sworn she saw something slither that made the water ripple.
James noticed her involuntary shiver and scooped her up in his arms. “Let me carry you my lady.” He said trying to ease her tension. He tried to imagine seeing this place through the eyes of a mortal and again felt himself surprised at Valerie’s strength and determination.
“So is this circle two? Umm… I am trying to remember Dante, the circle of the lustful?” Valerie asked as James continued to walk down the small river.
“Not quite, this is like the hallway between the circles. First we must pass through the Judge.”
“The judge?” Valerie asked, not failing to pick up a note of nervousness in James’s tone. “Who or what is the judge?”
Kissing the top of her head in reassurance James did not want her to fret. “He decides innocence or guilt before souls are sent lower.”
“Why do we have to see him? We aren’t souls needing to be judged?”
Clever girl , James thought before responding. “Well when immortals make the trip they have to check in with him as well, especially before the blooding of a new mate.”
“Does he have a say? I thought the goddess Styx was who we had to worry about. Remember you promised no secrets, and I know you are hiding something. I don’t need immortal powers to feel your body tense up. Little old me can read some signals all by my lonesome.”
James raised an eyebrow at her before setting her down in front of him. “Can you?”
Before Valerie had a chance to brace herself James had her locked in an embrace, trailing kisses along her neck, making her pulse speed up. Valerie gasped as she felt his fangs elongate and graze her skin. His hand trailed across her back and to the front of her shirt, where her nipples began to strain at the fabric. He rubbed slow circles around her nipple; excruciating pleasure began to spread through her.
James’s mouth covered hers making Valerie gasp as his tongue probed her lips. A current of pleasure ran up her spine as his tongue sensually caressed hers. Valerie felt her need for him growing as he pressed his hard length against her.
“Wait.” She said pulling her face away from his. His touch, his kisses, served as distractions.
“I know this isn’t the most romantic spot, but I love you my sweet, stubborn, beautiful woman.” James said kissing her forehead.
“Okay, stop.” Valerie chastised him, breaking their embrace. “I know what you are doing.”
James spread his hand, feigning
James lifted the cover and it looked like pure darkness, Valerie could not get a glimpse of what was below. Taking her hand James bowed and motioned at the hole. “Ladies first.”
“And who said chivalry was dead.” Valerie smirked as she climbed in. There was a ladder that led down a ways before stopping on the edge of a cliff. She could feel James presence right behind her and it was mildly reassuring. When she stopped to think about it there is no way she would ever climb into a manhole by herself, let alone one located in Hell.
The steps leading down off the cliff were narrow and slick. Leaning inward Valerie grasped parts of the cliff as she descended with her hands. She knew James would never let her fall but that didn’t change the fear that was eating away at her. She couldn’t see a bottom and she knew one slip would turn her into a splat that even James wouldn’t be able to put together again.
The air felt stifling in her lungs; it grew warmer and heavier with humidity. When they finally reached the bottom every limb on her body was trembling. She would have gotten down on her knees and kissed the ground but she realized her feet had made a small splash. They were standing in murky water that didn’t quite reach the top of her shoes.
There was a foul rotten scent coming out of the water and she wasn’t sure if her mind was playing tricks on her or not, but she could have sworn she saw something slither that made the water ripple.
James noticed her involuntary shiver and scooped her up in his arms. “Let me carry you my lady.” He said trying to ease her tension. He tried to imagine seeing this place through the eyes of a mortal and again felt himself surprised at Valerie’s strength and determination.
“So is this circle two? Umm… I am trying to remember Dante, the circle of the lustful?” Valerie asked as James continued to walk down the small river.
“Not quite, this is like the hallway between the circles. First we must pass through the Judge.”
“The judge?” Valerie asked, not failing to pick up a note of nervousness in James’s tone. “Who or what is the judge?”
Kissing the top of her head in reassurance James did not want her to fret. “He decides innocence or guilt before souls are sent lower.”
“Why do we have to see him? We aren’t souls needing to be judged?”
Clever girl , James thought before responding. “Well when immortals make the trip they have to check in with him as well, especially before the blooding of a new mate.”
“Does he have a say? I thought the goddess Styx was who we had to worry about. Remember you promised no secrets, and I know you are hiding something. I don’t need immortal powers to feel your body tense up. Little old me can read some signals all by my lonesome.”
James raised an eyebrow at her before setting her down in front of him. “Can you?”
Before Valerie had a chance to brace herself James had her locked in an embrace, trailing kisses along her neck, making her pulse speed up. Valerie gasped as she felt his fangs elongate and graze her skin. His hand trailed across her back and to the front of her shirt, where her nipples began to strain at the fabric. He rubbed slow circles around her nipple; excruciating pleasure began to spread through her.
James’s mouth covered hers making Valerie gasp as his tongue probed her lips. A current of pleasure ran up her spine as his tongue sensually caressed hers. Valerie felt her need for him growing as he pressed his hard length against her.
“Wait.” She said pulling her face away from his. His touch, his kisses, served as distractions.
“I know this isn’t the most romantic spot, but I love you my sweet, stubborn, beautiful woman.” James said kissing her forehead.
“Okay, stop.” Valerie chastised him, breaking their embrace. “I know what you are doing.”
James spread his hand, feigning
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