Madison pressed herself firmly against Astaroth's massive, power-radiating frame. The heat from his marble-hard chest, visible even through the fine silk of his shirt, was enough to set her skin on fire. His authoritative presence—and that undeniable demonic virility evident even through his tailored trousers—was more than enough to scatter Madison's last "logical" thoughts into the wind.
"Look at me, my King," Madison said, her voice dropping into a provocative, "forbidden fruit" tone. She traced her fingers slowly along the powerful muscles of his arms. "I've spent so many lifetimes wearing lipstick, wearing perfume, crawling on the ground in heartbreak... I think I'm ready to wear something... different. For instance... how about we try that famous 'Hell Stick' of yours? You know, the hardest, most burning form of demonic masculinity... I want to feel it, I want to rule over it."
