Ashlynn lay on the cobblestones at the gate of the strange palace, resting her head in her own Succubus’s lap, sighing. “You know, that was closer than I would like to admit,” Ashlynn said softly.
Pavement chuckled slightly, and Ashlynn considered telling him to shut up, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. “The others may not be so difficult,” the Succubus offered. “Perhaps Pavement turns you on more than the others.”
“I doubt it,” Ashlynn said. “He’s the dumbest, isn’t he?” The demoness nodded. “And I’m pretty sure all the demons are watching what happens on my side of … whatever separates here from there.”
“That’s true. They watch whenever the Master allows them.”
“So it would be surprising if they didn’t have some idea what I was into,” Ashlynn sighed.
The Succubus just combed her double’s hair with her fingers.
“So if they get their hands on me, it may be over quickly.”
“It may,” the Succubus almost purred.
“You don’t see too concerned.”
The demoness shrugged.