Menlikus crushed his mouth over mine. So potent. There should be a way to be with him always. But how? And taking one of the living dead along would only compromise my heart. My blood thinned quickly when I experienced anything close to romance or bliss with these undercreatures. And while they could satisfy my every whim and desire down here, my time in Hades was marked.

His tongue flicked over my teeth. I opened wider and let it pass into my mouth. Each time I sucked his tongue a strange pulse ticked deep inside. A coil of heat wound around my belly and wrung it hard.

I broke contact and dragged my blood-red manicure down his hairy chest. The coarse hairs sprang at my touch and I continued until reaching the thatch at his crotch. Intense heat almost scalded my palm. Make no mistake. Menlikus was covered in brownish-red hair, but he was white-hot otherwise.

I tickled over his thigh and brought my hand underneath his balls. So full they filled my palm, and I bounced them. A quick bend of my knees brought my lips even with his mouthful. His sweat and male musk filled my nostrils. Snagging several of the cock hairs between my teeth, I tugged.

He stroked my scalp and said all kinds of things I tried blotting out. Suck him. Fuck him. Then get the fuck out before Satan’s trident bludgeons your backside.

The cock head shone redder than the rest of his skin. I licked a clear droplet away and pumped out another. While he groaned, I smeared the cum across my lower lip then licked it off and swallowed. I closed my mouth over him. Inch after full-blooded inch stretched back into my throat. Still, several inches lay unclaimed beyond my lips.

Back and forth I mouthed and tongued him. His next hip thrust drove the erection a bit farther, and a blinding blue light flashed in front of my eyes. Landing my hands on his hips, I pushed away from our carnal contact.

“Do me now, bad boy.” I turned around, flipped up the floral organza skirt and smacked my bare ass.

“On the floor so you don’t slip and fall.”

There he was again. Being all sweet and nice. My lovers weren’t supposed to have saccharine running through their systems.

Once on all fours, I stiffened for the body blows sure to follow. While Menlikus was tender at other times, he often turned into a snarling he-beast possessing superior strength when we had sex.

“Just don’t put any bruises on me.”

“Have I ever?”

“No.” Did a polite lover like Menlikus belong in Hades? Perhaps he’d taken a wrong turn and gotten lost during his ascent to Heaven? Not only was he concerned about my well being, he’d even carried me across the Jhara Path of coals one day when more fire than usual flared.

He splayed my knees wider apart and tongued along my crease. But the tongue tip only rimmed my anus. “I will always remember the way you taste.” His slurps became more pronounced as did the dripping between my legs.

What a contrast. A hot tongue. Cooler marble. Warmth built at a rapid pace inside my body, enough to make it explode long before my pussy did.

The cock head split my labia and plunged inside. His hips pummeled me and drove me forward a couple inches on the slick flooring. Our moans echoed inside the lab cavern. Each cry lofted toward the upper level. Others in those dungeons and dens would hear our ruckus and make one of their own. When one couple experienced sexual pleasure, many did.

The next collision of flesh and muscle brought my teeth together, and they sank into my tongue. “Harder. I want to remember you the next time I sit down.”

And my command no sooner left my lips than he pumped me with greater ferocity. I milked and rode him. Sweat-slick arms wrapped around me and he pulled me upright until I dangled from him, leaning forward at the waist. During this sexual ascent, he remained deep inside me. While one arm held me fast, he removed the strip of corded leather from around his neck. He bent at the knees and lowered me to my feet. Rawhide whipped around my midsection, and I clutched my thighs.

The cord burrowed into my damp skin and one jerk of the tether from Menlikus brought our bodies tight together. A raise of his hands teased the woven skin over my swollen nipples. His breath came in spurts against my shoulder and ear. Faster he dragged the cord over my chest and belly. I screamed and squeezed his cock harder. His howl rang in my ears and settled deep inside my skull. The tether struck the floor.

Heat flared between us as another orgasm flashed down my legs and claimed my toes. My earlobe lay captive between his teeth and his tongue lapped at the tip.

With another groan, Menlikus fell back and I pulled myself into a fetal crouch. Warm kisses came against my lower back and buttocks. Each time I moved, these kisses followed. I stood, spun around and confronted the man who’d loved me for the last time.

The stirrings of a smile played upon his lips. “How was I? Was it the best you’ve ever had?”

I drew a finger over my cum-smeared pussy and stuck it between his lips. He sucked it off and bit below my nail.

Reclaim your finger and your eternal single status. Love with this man isn’t meant to be.

“Some things are better left unsaid.” Although I’d be hard-pressed to find a man to match Menlikus when it came to sexual gymnastics and multiple orgasms. © Shawna Moore

BONUS EXCERPT --

I claimed the vial from the champagne satin comforter, pulled out the cork and tossed down the bitter deep-purple contents. My gut roiled but soon got over its snack. Hopefully my body would cooperate once I passed from my world to the real world. Unknown to others, I’d reached the Kellion level several times but my lack of focus and the fact I had the hots for a particularly handsome former rugby player prevented me from breaking through.

Today failure wasn’t an option. If I did, I’d perish in the pit of which so many had spoken in hushed tones. Hell wasn’t home for me anymore, with Satan out to claim more than my soul because of a good argument gone bad after too many rounds and too many centuries.

I smashed the vial against the far cave fall and ground the glass shards into the spaces in the rock flooring.

Without a backward glance I rushed from the room and made my way to the Crystal Chamber. My body was already vibrating, my bones closing upon themselves. I quickened my pace and traveled through the various tunnels and passageways at warp speed.

At reaching the sapphire-inlaid altar, I clutched myself, fingernails digging into the flesh of my triceps. Flames rose from the adjacent fire pits. Smoke curled toward an interminable blackness. The same blackness my body would soon penetrate. A tapping beset my skin. I stared at the stalactites encrusted with rich mineral deposits. Those deposits contained the most powerful energy down here other than that emanating from His Royal Pain-in-the-Ass, my father, the Devil.

I took several steps to the right and poised my right great toe over the rendering of Bacchus and the left over the Pyramids. Egypt and Rome were diametrically opposed cultures, but my research and formulas yielded these were my markers for a journey to New Orleans. My skin pulsed and violent spasms rocked me from my hair roots to my heels. I stretched my arms toward the sky that lay well beyond this world and my imagination. Energy exchanged between my body and the space where the crystals lay. Every pore on my body now seeped the substance providing the elements and energy that would draw me up and away from the world where I no longer belonged.

A peculiar force hauled me from the platform and I closed my eyes. The stench of damp rock. The nipple ring leaving my flesh. Cold fingers of air teasing my exposed body. A din that rendered me deaf except to the voice inside my own head. The voice that willed me to focus. Focus on getting the hell out of Hell.

As the air lightened, I opened my eyes. Swarms of mila bugs, each almost translucent and no bigger than a pin’s head, flitted in front of my face. As my ascent stopped I puffed them away. I’d reached Kellion. Opening my fists, I drew my left middle fingertip over one of the protruding crystals directly above my head. Blood oozed from the wound and I milked out several more droplets. Then, placing my bleeding finger upon my tongue, I closed my mouth and eyes and focused.

“Blood from my body, serve as the final catalyst that allows me to pierce the Kellion and reach my desired portal.” I repeated the words over and over.

My body pulsed, this time as though tossed by the waves of the ocean during a storm. I shot upward, my hair wrenched from the pins and nearly pulled out by the roots. Bile rose in my throat. Tears burned behind my closed lids. Hot and cold air alternated in currents over my damp skin.

Bring it on, Bacchus. Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler. Let those good times roll like never before. © Shawna Moore
 

"Shawna Moore tells a funny and very erotic story that will make you laugh at Helle’s antics and squirm at the brazen hussy and her female posse. Helle in Heels is a wonderful spoof of what Satan's daughter could have been like had he fathered one as she shows her wit and knowledge of designer fashions that must rival any fashionista. This book was a true joy to read." - Alisha, TwoLips Reviews


"Author Shawna Moore writes an exceptionally told story of the Devil’s daughter, Helle who is forced to addict from Hell and leave all her loves behind. With the determination of giving pleasure to the men of Sin City, Helle is about to storm earth and captivates the male species with her minions.

A delightfully carnal story of a woman from hell who is forced to stay on Earth or all is lost. Helle is a delightful character who is strong willed, passionate and smart. With a quick stroke of her pen, Ms. Moore weaves her spell around the reader as Helle and her minions set out to enchant the men of Sin City and deliver some wildly sensual exploits. With each breath this reviewer was hoping the fan stayed on high and the AC cooled things off. This is one author who can definitely heat things up a notch and keep the flame burning hotter than ever. With each page this reviewer was amazed at the sensual passion that was always one step from an inferno. If you enjoy a hot story to heat things up, grab HELLE IN HEELS and be carried away on this highly erotic story that will have you looking at the dynamics of Hell differently." - Dawn, Love Romances and More

"Demons, sex toys, devil and the immortal all come in one in this decadent book by Shawna Moore making you wonder what goes on in this author's head when she creates books. Hellé is not your usual daughter, and I liked that even though others saw her as a sexual, desirable and wild person this woman had some issues. She knows that people think that she can go from one guy to another without feelings yet she is feeling something she never thought of before. Love. Shawna Moore did a great job in such a short story to make you see that even though she's the devil's daughter, Hellé has a somewhat caring side in her that she keeps secret at all times from others around her. I loved the whole story of sex at your beck and call; it will make you wonder why Hellé would want to be with just one guy when there are guys willing to have sex with her without any questions. Great job to Shawna Moore." - Lena C., FAR

"I really loved this story. Hope Hellé  has more stories out soon." - Stone Pony, Reader

"From the beginning, I was right there with Hellé. You did a wonderful job on her character. Sure would have hated leaving Menlikus behind but I'm glad you brought them back together. Have you planned more books featuring Hellé and Menlikus? If not, please do. This story had a great balance with the steamy sex and Hellé's journey." - Barbara, Reader

"Recently I read Hellé  in Heels. Even my husband enjoyed the honest way you portrayed the sex scenes. We read some of the story together in bed. Definitely got us in the mood to have our own fun between the sheets. Thanks for such an excellent book. Can't wait to read more of your work." - J.E., Reader

"Hellé in Heels lives up to its title. It is a well-written, fun story with an erotic twist. The eroticism is daring and wild, but you will also definitely be left with a strong desire to go shopping. Hmmmm...I can feel that Rolex watch on my wrist or a beautiful Kate Spade purse on my shoulder." - Cherie Fisher, Reader Views