He placed both hands on her taut belly and stroked it and admired its beauty. As he moved his hands over her skin, from her stomach to her thighs, he ...owered his head and placed his face over her taut belly button. He took a deep breath and could smell her sweat, her fear. It smelled wonderful. He turned his head so that his eyes were staring straight into her abdomen, unfocused due to the proximity, but drunk with ecstasy. He stuck out his tongue to have a taste, and proceeded to lick from. It was silly, she knew. She had had sex with the Overlord several times already, so he was already intimately familiar with her body.It was only the fact that the Overlord appeared busy in conversation with Vanlo -- and thus taking no mind of her or Sirinna -- that allowed her to turn her eyes from him. However, the only other thing in the room to focus her attention on just made her feel even more awkward, despite the fact that she went through this ritual once every moon cycle.There were four. Delvin’s mother, whose very sexy visage was plastered all over the commons of the inn this story starts in, had been a human woman that a devil impregnated knew the devil that knocked her up by a moniker. Of course, everyone knew that devils and demons had many monikers, some known while others weren’t; some were even known by similar aliases or even the same moniker as another demon or devil; Delvin was likely intended to be part of a sort of plan or contingency that never came to pass or was. He had been pitied before too. It was one of the most predictable responses, apart from self-righteous rage.The corridor curved one final time and ended abruptly in the entrance to a very narrow stairwell. Dravid drew his large frame in to accommodate the inconveniently low ceilings and close walls. As they climbed, their footfalls echoed jarringly in the confined space. The short lithe, smaller-built female guards moved easily upwards, setting a hard pace for him to match. He had visited.