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Chapter Three

   Turns out she had enjoyed herself, which was why she was trying so hard to get him aroused right now. She wanted him to do it again, had been asking him to do it again for the last few millennia. But that was a mistake he wouldn’t make twice because in the end she still won the last time around. He may not have suffered any ill effects from their pairing, but he was still a carrier of her plague and spread it across the lands as he traveled with the armies. He wiped out his own army along with countless villages because of her, and he knew that was what she wanted to do again.

   Lucifer wouldn’t let her out anymore for that exact reason, her disease wasn’t selective. And in a time when he was being very selective about who he wanted under his roof- so to speak- her brand of killing wasn’t going to do anyone any good.

   Plus then he had to deal with the jealousy of her brother as well. Everyone knew they were lovers, even the other Horseman knew better then to touch her lest they face Famine’s anger. He was very possessive of her and had given Gage a run for his money back in the day when he confronted him about it. Well, it wasn’t so much about her sleeping around, Famine had gotten used to that, but just about the same time Gage had been with her she had fallen pregnant. And seeing that most of her lovers died before they got that chance, yeah, Famine was blaming it on Gage.

   But Gage was sterile, a fact that could be proved by the countless number of women he had been with on earth. Women he bedded no matter what stage of fertility they were in. If not there would quite literally be thousands of little Gage’s running around on earth and since there hadn’t been an epidemic of winged babies being born…

   Really Pestilence shouldn’t have been able to have kids either, but nine months later little Pandora came along proving that even their natures weren’t static.

   And man that Pandora was quite the brat too. Could’ve guessed she’d grow up to release all that bad shit on the masses. How she managed to keep Hope in that box Gage’ll never know, but he was sure she was getting pretty pissed about being in there all these millennia all by herself. She may not have had good company before, but at least it was company.

   Speaking of unwanted company…

   Gage held up a hand to one of the random lesser demons passing in the hall way stopping her, and with a casual toss he passed his snack over so he could give Pestilence his full attention. He was giving her exactly what he wanted, he knew this, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own agenda.

    “I don’t know why you’re even trying,” he said as he stilled her hand on his cock, “you know your plague won’t carry across the realms.”

   “Oh Gage, you think so low of me that is the only reason I wish for your flesh?” she tsked just before she ran her lips along his neck. Placing kisses along his skin that had all the softness of rawhide, “we were good together, admit it, you know you wish for it again too.”

   He had to let out a short laugh, turning so he could face her, her hand still in his, his manhood still in hers. She was a fair bit shorter than he was. At a little over six feet tall he could see over her head without obstruction, thus forcing him to look down upon her. Usually she hated that, the being looked down on, but right now he guessed she was a little distracted.

   “Do I wish for the soft body of a woman to sate myself in whenever I wish,” he leaned into her, caging her against the wall with his free hand, “always. But you are in no way soft Pestilence.”

   “I can be,” she tilted her chin up to him, her eyes running over his lips wantonly, “take me with you and I will be whatever you wish me to be. I had been once before, I can be that way again, for you, lover,” she purred again as she began moving her hand even with his still over hers, the other gathering up her tunic as it rested on her hip, tempting him, “Would you deny your own self that? A woman who could be everything you wish, who knows all of you wants and pleasures, a woman willing to do whatever you ask of her whenever you ask of her?”