I sat on the edge of the desk and looked at Crowley, from head to foot, naked in all his glory.

The dark hair on his chest made my mouth water, his round, well-fed belly made my toes curl.

"Oh Crowley, you are so worth coming to hell for," I smiled and lifted my legs, wrapping them round him, pulling him to me.

"You have no idea, darlin'," Crowley returned my smile and pushed me onto my back, laying on top of me.

I lifted my legs up to his waist and bit his lip, before kissing him.

Between my legs, I could feel his hardness, his body begging for the friction of sex.

"How long's it been, Crowley?"

"Centuries," he rasped into my ear.

"Maybe I should make you wait and go and get a shower," I teased him.

"You do that and I'll send your naughty arse right back to the Winchesters."

I giggled and tried to invite him in by raising my hips.

"Ah, ah, ah," Crowley wiggled his finger and stood up, pulling me off the desk; he turned me round so I faced away from him, toward the desk. "Bend over."

I did what I was told and felt Crowley's hands on my hips.

Nothing was said and no warnings were given before he rammed into me so hard, the desk lurched forward.

"Holy shit!" I shouted out.

Crowley pulled out and thrust back in, again hard enough to move me and the desk forwards.

It carried on this way until the desk was pushed up against the wall, and with nowhere else to go, he put more power into each thrust.

"Yeah!" I tipped my head and back.

Crowley grunted and pushed harder, splintering the table; he slammed himself into me until it felt like my bones were going to shatter and he moved a hand from my waist to grip the side.

I felt the orgasm rising and began to tremble.

"Crowley, oh-" I said and bit my lip as the orgasm rocked my through my body, leaving me shivering.

"Bloody hell," Crowley cried out, cumming seconds behind me and slapped my bum hard enough for the sound to echo round his office.

"That was mind-blowing," I let my head bang on to the desk.

"Well, thank you darlin', I did tell you I had a lot of power."

"And you weren't joking."

I turned round to face him and saw the carpet ripped from the desk.

"Oops," I giggled.

Crowley clicked his fingers and the carpet was restored to brand new.

"How did you do that?"

"I'll teach you tomorrow," he put his finger under my chin and gave me a kiss.

"Okay. So, how come I'm not worn out? You gave me a good going," I smiled at him and Crowley laughed.

"Demon's don't need to sleep, you should know that."

"So we have all night?" I raised my eyebrow and pulled him back against me.

He just smiled and scooped me up into his arms.

Both naked, Crowley carried me out of the room and down the hall, stopping a few doors down, and carried me into another room, a room that had a four-poster bed and a silk duvet and satin curtains.

"Wow," I said, looking round when Crowley set me onto my feet.

He pulled my hair back and kissed my neck before whispering. "get yourself on the bed, darling."

"After you . . .sir," I flickered my eyelashes at him.

"Get . . .on . . .that . . .bed," he ordered, pushing me towards the bed with each word.

"You know, it really turns me on you when you get all controlling like that." I climbed on the bed and turned around. "Oh and when you shout."

I leant back and ran my hands up my bare thighs, making Crowley twitch and burn with pleasure.

"Yes darlin', and I'm yours. Now get ready for round two."

"Oh Crowley!" I collapsed on the bed beside him, an hour and four orgasms later. "You expect me to work as a demon while we can just do that all day?"

"I have to work as well, you know, being the King of Hell and all," he chuckled.

"Yeah, okay. So, Crowley," I said, while playing with the soft curls on his chest.

"Yes darlin'?"

"If we don't need sleep then why do you have a bed? You said it's been centuries."

"I knew we'd need somewhere," Crowley answered, stroking my shoulder and then sat up. "Bollocks!"

"What's wrong?" I sat up.

"I am being summoned; I will be back soon."

With a kiss on the cheek, and a click of the fingers to re-clothe himself, Crowley left me alone.

Dean and Sam were leaning back against a wall with their arms crossed when the King of Hell finally appeared.

"Took your time," Sam stood up straight.

"Unlike your angel, I'm not at your beck and call. So, what do you want?" Crowley asked.

"Have you found her?" Dean inquired.

"Yes."

"That's it? Well, where is she now? Is she okay?" Sam started to circle the king.

"She is fine and in a place where no one would dare touch her. Now, if you don't mind, you've interrupted-"

"Oh no you don't, I want to talk to her. I have to settle the peace between us," Dean snapped.

"Sorry boys, but she's my queen now so you can speak to her through me."

Dean's wrist made a slight movement and Crowley looked down to see Ruby's knife.

"Okay, okay, but you will have to wait, she's busy this week."

Before Sam and Dean could stop him a third time, Crowley disappeared.

While Crowley was gone, I shuffled under the quilt, having nothing to wear, and sat waiting for him; after only three or four minutes, I could hear shuffling against the door and started to feel a little nervous.

"Cr-Crowley said to leave me alone, the king doesn't want me di-disturbed," I called out but the shuffling still continued and when the door opened, a hellhound, larger than the two earlier, came walking over to the bed and sat next to it.

"Hello," I smiled, sitting up and wrapping the sheets around me as I did. "Are you Growley?"

The hellhound's head tilted to the left and I reached out for him.

I expected his fur to be dry or crunchy but it was like the fur of a normal, mortal dog.

"Good boy," Crowley appeared and I jumped.

"Will I ever get used to you just appearing?"

"It will come with your other powers, you just need to know how to use them," Crowley answered, patting Growley on the head.

"When will you show me? And I need some clothes."

"I think you look fine as you are."

"Crowley." I snapped and he looked at me as a dirty smirk spread over his face, but this time I wasn't having it. "Clothes."

"Yes . . .your majesty," Crowley winked, clicked his fingers

I looked down to see socks, black jeans and a white tank top, and I looked back up with my eyes wide.

"I want my queen to be comfortable."

"Thanks. Now teach me," I ordered him, knowing that he could shout at me but he wouldn't hurt me.

"Come on then, darlin'," Crowley held out his hand.

I followed him out, looking forward to becoming a true demon.