Asmodeus Helluva Boss Fanart Novels & Stories

She speaks before I can even get out a ‘hello. “Oh, my goodness, boss. I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know how the paparazzi managed to get wind of the fact that you were coming back today. I'm so sorry for that picture they took, sir. This is my mistake, so I'm going to fix it. I’ll get them to take down the picture as soon as possible.” She says, sounding embarrassed and frustrated. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Helen. It’s fine.” “Huh?” She says, sounding very surprised.

The water rose around his legs without sound, curling against his powerful thighs. Shadows clung to his form, wrapping his muscular frame in inky tendrils that hid the full details of his demonic body—horns curling faintly from his forehead, skin like polished obsidian glimpsed in flashes. But lower, through the rippling water, she caught the thick outline of his cock, heavy and jutting forward, veins pulsing with unholy heat that made the stream steam faintly around it. Elizabeth's breath hitched, her core clenching at the sight.