Satan's Mistress Novels & Stories

Ga Eun stopped talking when her hand that was about to reach Enrico was grabbed by Lou. "Sorry, miss. But my master doesn't like to be touched by other people." Enrico's gaze sharpened as the hand almost touched his thigh. He snorted softly, "You think you can change my mind in such a cheap way? Tsk! You're so wrong, Miss Lee, That's not the way to get me interested." 'Looks like you have a lot to learn from your stepsister on that, lady.' his inner god smirked slyly.

My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start with the first thing that matters—”

A Succubus with the usual attributes—voluptuous body, killer curves, and boobs so big they’d suffocate a lesser demon. "Lord Paimon," she greeted, bowing respectfully. "How’s My Lord?" I asked, trying to sound composed. "On his throne," she replied. Then her eyes widened. "Lord Satan will arrive any minute. If you have a business, you better handle it now." My jaw clenched. Of all the fucking times to visit. Lord Satan—the Bringer of Doom, the Bitch of the Blazing Wasteland—was someone even I avoided. Demon Lords ruled the central dominion of Hell, unlike us Kings who were stuck managing the Nine Circles and our contractors. And Lord Satan? She was the worst.

Her midnight-black dress, which looked more like lingerie, seemed to absorb the light from above, and her skin almost looked translucent. "Because you're my wife. You should get to know other queens." Samael replied. "She's human." Guirita replied, her voice tinged with arrogance. "Gabrielle is the queen of Lust. She's also my sister, now that she's married to my brother.." Samael declared swiftly. I forgot about that small detail. Satan was my brother in law.

I begged him to give me a chance and he told me that the only way he could give me a chance was if I could last a session with a mistress. I did the research and even then I was not prepared for what was in store. He took me to this beautiful house and introduced me to his lady friend, her name was Mistress p, at the time I didn't know what the P stood for. He told me that he was going to leave me with her and that he would pick me up the following day. Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized.

But this clan was showered by greed, the hatred of the Mistress passed on to them; their strength became a threat to the peace in Pasithea, so Selene was once again prompted to intervene. The Mistress had enough, though. She no longer cared about the bond between them. Using her mighty clan, she waged a war against Selene, but before the strength of Selene and Henmulga’s children, the Mistress found that her only choice was to yield. Betraying her kin, she fleed and had long been gone. No one knew where she was; however, there were rumors that she dwelled in the darkness, where the light of Selene couldn’t tap her hatred.

But Allison just approached slowly, her eyes fixated on the picture as if it had a hold over her. “This is of the Silver Saintess, Ariadne,” she said quietly. “…The false prophet who walked amongst us one hundred years ago. She was a creature who declared themselves an embodiment of the Goddess, and yet saw to bend the world to her will. A world in the image of her insanity.” Her eyes then finally snapped back to my own, showing me the hatred burning within them. “She was an evil that has never been forgotten… A Devil of the Mist.”

He bit out as his eyes glowed, and he sent my brother and I flying back into a wall. While my brother and I struggled to our feet, Satan grabbed Amaya, shaking her by the shoulders, “Give her back control.” He ordered Hekate. “Very well.” Her body went limp in Satan’s arms and a few minutes passed before she lifted her head. She looked around her, confused, then at the man holding her. “Who the hell are you?” “Satan and you are my fated mate.” She started laughing, “It is funny that you people keep saying that.” She pushed away from him, and he tightened his grip. “Let me go.” She ordered.

Indeed, practice makes perfect. I only have one question in mind. Satan can also use black magic. I just want him to not hurt my people. The witch said we must cross the creatures to open the hell doors and meet the king of hell, Satan. What will the creatures be? What will their powers be? What will we have to do to defeat them? I closed my eyes. "Satan, you are not going to win over us this time. I bet you." To Be Continued

"No, your god has abandoned you. When you let your husband purify all those innocent children, you gave up the right to your god's protection. But don't worry. As much as you'll hate being my willing cumbucket, you will physically enjoy it. It will disgust you, but your body will take great pleasure in every command you obey. Let me show you what I mean." Shaking so hard her teeth rattled, Karen James quietly spit out, "Get thee behind me, Satan." Greg laughed at her. "Oh, you wish I was Satan. Next to me, he seems like an angel. No, I'm not Satan. You will call me Master from now on. Every time you fail to do so, I'll cause your body to burn with hellfire. But I think your suggestion is per