I didn't come up with this idea, Sabrieleeweenashipper did, but I am the one who did all the writing of the different chapters while she did the cover collage. It was just so dirty and delicious I couldn't help myself. Warning, this gets dirty pretty fast.

Chapter 1: Ruby

The way Ruby trembles when Sam touches her these days is amusing, it really is. A proud, strong demon, who was able to manipulate Sam right into his destiny to take hell, now shaking gently at such a small touch.

He can see the wariness in her eyes, the way she always expects him to suddenly strike her, would probably be more comfortable with that, but the Boy King is only soft touches and gentle chuckles as the tips of his fingers trail over her skin, pushing just at the edges of the what little fabric she's wearing as she shifts in his lap.

He whispers promises to her that he has no plans to hurt her, and while it should be reassuring, she bites her lip at his soft and sensual tone.

He won't hurt her, but he could, and they both know it. However torturing people in hell is easy, and more than that, cliche beyond belief. It is much better to tease her, to hold her over that edge as she waits for the other shoe to drop and the agony to start. It's clearly scaring her, but his touch excites her too as she shifts again and he can feel the yearning burning deep inside of her. She always controlled the pace when they played before up on Earth, making him suck on her wrist and so desperate for her blood. Not now though, and never again, and she clearly fears him because of it.

She twists like a snake in their sessions, both pulling away and pushing herself against his body. She's afraid of punishment, and no matter how gentle he is, she seems to always think it'll come to her eventually. He supposes it's the way he looks at her, the fire in his eyes. It licks at her being while he smirks, taunting her that she has no power, that he can toy with her however he pleases.

She never says she's sorry, never asks for forgiveness, but she never dares to gloat either. Not even when he joins with her, her body open and slick, does she ever utter he's here because of her. She's too scared to claim credit, and knows she's no longer in charge, not like before. She manipulated him right onto the throne, and now she has to pay the consequences, because no one expected Sam to take such dark delight on it, to finally let go and indulge in every sinful thing he likes to do. Everyone expected fire and brimstone, but Sam's idea of fun is much less brute force, and more sinful and sensual than the demons had planned for.

Before she was the mastermind, the one playing games with his head to make him do as she wanted. Now she's a toy, his toy, and he knows it both thrills and terrifies her.

Because now he's in control, and he greatly enjoys playing with her body and soul like he owns it. Because he does. He owns everyone down here, and he loves it.

End of Chapter 1