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The sumptuously appointed bedroom lacked none of the luxuries that might adorn the palace of a royal princess, and while the proprietor of this prestigious home wasn’t a mere human princess but currently the most powerful being in the universe, she had come to appreciate the privileged lifestyle.
In the sunken tub that occupied an entire corner of the room, Amara stretched her limbs with languid elegance, inhaling the heady, fragrant scent of the rarest of bath oils.
Even if loathe to admit it, she had to give her brother due credit.
Undoubtedly, he had created a marvelously complex universe…the cherry on the cake being this sumptuous, verdant planet that went by the rather uninspired name of Earth.
Even the inhabitants were in their own way well-designed and adaptable. All of whom were now under her benevolent control.
After defeating Chuck, though, she had made a few changes.
The angels were the first beings to be dealt with and duly exterminated. While none was individually more powerful than she, they could still cause her some inconvenience if they banded together.
They had pleaded to be spared, vowing to be loyal to her as the new god.
Although some had a history of rebelling against Chuck in the past, they were intrinsically his creation and their predisposition would always be to reboot back to him. She reckoned they weren't to be trusted so their pleas fell on deaf ears.
Even if her brother was locked away in the dark prison in which she had spent all of her previous existence, there was no one hundred percent guarantee that he would not one day be freed just as she had been.
Her next task had been to close Heaven. On her part, there was no longer any need for it as she intended to settle on Earth.
She discovered with some displeasure that she could not destroy it, for it was linked to this Earth and to do so would annihilate the planet and everything native to it.
The fact that the souls of the heaven-bound would now wander the Veil for eternity didn’t worry her in the least.
Unfortunately, that meant that she couldn’t get rid of Hell either.
Just as she had closed Heaven, Crowley had battened down Hell. No one could get in or out. The souls of murderers and perverts were destined to walk in the Veil along with the souls of the saved.
Initially, she had toyed with the complete destruction of this entire universe but apart from the aforementioned reasons, there was one other that stilled her hand, and that was the human who had entered the room accompanied by two of her most loyal female guards.
She had discovered that the so-called weaker sex morphed into authoritarian individuals when given unlimited power over others, especially over men, and made dedicated soldiers to her cause.
She allowed her gaze to trail pleasurably over his face and body, admiring his beauty. The look of revulsion on his face caused her to smile, for she knew that once she touched him, that look would be replaced with one of unbridled passion. The fact that he knew it too, and could do nothing about it, amused her even more.
She would be forever thankful to Dean Winchester.
He had freed her from her prison and was now irrevocably bound to her. It was he, who at her orders, had initiated her into the delights of human sexuality, an aspect of the Terrans geared towards the reproduction of their race.
Never would she have believed that a close encounter with a lowly human could deliver such gratification, yet here they were.
She motioned with her fingers. “Come forward, Dean. There’s ample room for two in the tub.”
He didn’t obey, as she knew he wouldn’t. She nodded to the guards who dragged him forward until he was in range of her arm.
He had long ago given up protesting. There was no point. Now he kept a mute silence.
She hesitated a moment in pleasurable anticipation of the change of expression her touch would bring to his handsome features.
His eyes beamed out hatred like two powered-up green lasers but soon they would be soft with lust and passion.
Keeping her eyes on his face she reached out a hand and ran her finger down his bare leg. He tried to draw back but it was already too late.
Just as expected, his body language changed completely.
“Join me in the tub, Dean,“ she whispered beguilingly.
This time there was no reticence as with an engaging grin, Dean lowered himself into the warm water and cupping her face between his hands proceeded to ravish her mouth with passionate kisses.
She whispered encouraging words, egging him on to worship her body, to adore her as he would a goddess, which was exactly what she was.
Dean didn’t disappoint. Now familiar with her body and desires, he caressed and fondled her breasts, worrying the rosy nipples with his teeth, deaf to her moans of gratification, enmeshed in his need to bring her the joy she deserved.
Sometimes she let him lick at her clit underwater, avidly kissing his lips each time he came up for air before bobbing back down to continue his tonguing.
Today though, she wanted to feel him inside her. She who wielded boundless power enjoyed being fucked by an inferior human, though not just any human, only this one.
As Dean exited the tub on her command, she admired his thick erect cock and felt satisfaction that she was the one who had provoked it.
He helped her out of the water, his arms holding her tight against his body as they shuffled as one towards the bed, exchanging feverish kisses.
She spread her legs for him, and he impaled her with his dick, mounting her like a wild stallion. Sure, steady strokes brought them both to an overpowering orgasm.
When Dean rolled over to her side, he drew her into his arms while they breathed ecstatically through the afterglow.
“Do you love me, Dean?” She asked, cupping his cheek to better watch his response.
“You know I adore you, Amara.”
She nodded. It would do for now.
One day though, he would say those words to her even before he was put under her thrall. It might take eons but she was immortal and he would be too. She would make sure to keep him as young and handsome as he was now. Her sex slave forever.
Back in his room, Dean cursed himself for the thousandth time.
Every time Amara called him in like a dog to pleasure her, he swore he would resist her, but he never could. The hold she had over him was too strong.
He had a suite of rooms fit for a prince, furnished with everything he could desire, from pie to porn, but he was just as much a prisoner as those in a lurid stinking prison cell.
An image of his brother’s face came into his mind but he pushed it away.
He wasn’t sure if Amara could read his thoughts, but it was safer for Sam, if he was still alive, that Dean dwelt on him as little as possible.
All he could do was hope that his baby brother was safe somewhere out of Amara's reach, even if she never mentioned him. It was as if Sam had never existed as far as she was concerned. Still...
With a moan of despair, he threw himself down on the bed, every cell in his body thrumming with hatred for the being that violated him as if she owned him.
In the depths of Hell, a human and a demon were engaged in ongoing plans to contrast the reign of Amara, one of whom had a personal stake in taking her down.