House Infernal by Edward Lee

Author:Edward Lee
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-01-12T15:22:30.230000+00:00

Chapter Ten

(I)

Even without the salt-mask, Boniface wasn't capable of showing fear in his expressions, not with most of the flesh gnawed off of his face. Maskless now, he looked upon his courtyard from the oculus window of his quarters ... and shivered.

His own diviners were beginning to verify the same now: there was a blemish in his aura; there was an irregularity in the Flux.

The Exalted Duke was trying to distract himself with his favorite organic plaything, the court's Chief Soubrette, Voluptua.

"Like this, my most revolting lord?" she inquired, looking up from his broad lap.

Boniface felt nothing now, his eternal lust ruined by these new worries. Could it be her look that was growing insufficient? Voluptua was his favorite doxie, whom he reveled for most because she was nearly all Human, which was rare in this arena of enhanced Hybrids. Her large, over-full breasts, and skin unflawed as her last day alive in the Living World reminded him so much of all the worldly women-including nuns-that he'd ravaged on altars over a thousand years ago.

The Bi-Facial procedure amounted to Voluptua's only Luciferic improvement. Perhaps it was his love of dichotomies that dictated this singular preference. The erotic tinged by the nauseating; the beautiful flecked by the hideous.

Hence Voluptua's only surgical enhancement: she had two faces. The top face-which she almost always wore for her master's pleasure-was the face of a Putridox, a noseless thing from the Outer Sectors that had vertical eyelids, a vertical mouth set in a visage like curdled porridge, and lumpen cheeks freckled by abscesses. Each pock housed a Blood Maggot. It was perhaps the only face in Hell more revolting than Boniface's.

Boniface didn't want to admit that his loins were betraying him. He needed inspiration. "Entertain me, harlot." His corroded hand gestured toward the blackly shining Pasiphae, who stepped forth with a grin.

"Give succor to the Night-Mother, Queen of the Labyrinth," Boniface ordered. "I know full well that you love her."

Voluptua shuddered. "I love only you, my appalling master."

Boniface didn't care. "Yes, yes, but ... give succor. It amuses me to watch."

She got up from his lap, her face so foul that even the Usher guarding the door turned away. On hands and knees, Voluptua crawled to Pasiphae, who stood with black hands on black hips, her gleaming black legs parted.

The Night-Mother sighed in bliss when Voluptua's repugnant mouth found the midnight black furrow of her sex.

"Yes," Boniface approved.

Pasiphae churned in place, her arousal swelling her breasts. Her ink black hands caressed her own curves as Voluptua's efforts grew more fervent. It wasn't long before the Night-Mother's release was imminent, and when black fingertips self-stimulated the gorged black nipples, it was milk as dark as crude oil that eddied out.

Then Pasiphae let out a silent shriek of bliss.

Boniface had grown partially aroused by the sight. But I need more, he thought. "Void yourself now, into the face of my whore," he ordered; then, to Voluptua, "Wouldn't you enjoy that, my love? Wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, my detestable lord," Voluptua answered with the greatest zeal.

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