Jonas slept rather soundly, and thankfully his dreams were relatively peaceful, and he had completely and irresponsibly; though by not his own choice, forgotten the rather illuminating conversation that had occurred between him and the strange voice known only as Frydee.

The sun had just begun shining through the cracks of his window, and Jonas seemed quite peaceful until he awoke to a strange sucking noise and a tickling sensation that nearly made his toes curl.

As he opened his tired eyes and let them adjust to the semi-darkness, he noticed a large bulge underneath his blankets, a bulge that was bobbing up and down like a buoy out at sea.

His tired brain came to life like the engine of an old car that had been put into storage, and Jonas felt inexplicable emotions fill his body as he realized what was happening.

'Seriously?' his heart was oddly furious, and he felt a strange rush of anger as he realized that he was being sexually assaulted in his sleep.

For just a single fleeting moment, Jonas considered striking his assailant, to make them pay for thinking they could take advantage of him during his most vulnerable time, but quickly catching his murderous intent, Jonas blinked heavily and let those thoughts drain out of himself like dirty water in the kitchen sink.

He sighed gently and flipped the covers over, revealing Amberlee Glatorius who was trying to suck the soul out of his body.

"Mm, good morning sweetheart," she said brightly while the tip of her tongue swirled playfully around his bulging head.

"Good morning," said Jonas wearily, "I take it Phillip is gone?"

"Yesh," she said through loud slurps as she licked and sucked the entire shaft from base to tip. It was an internal struggle like no other, and Jonas felt like his pride as a human being had been violated, while his body seemed to ignore his feelings as it spasmed in pleasure, clearly it didn't mind being used as much as he did.

'She uses me, why can't I use her?' and although the anger had mostly subsided, there was a cold voice inside himself that seemed almost unrecognizable as he made a decision, one that he felt he needed to make.

Jonas smiled devilishly at her and his two hands slipped down onto Amberlee's ribs as he pulled her up towards himself. She giggled playfully, and Jonas flipped her over onto her back as he pressed himself against her and began sucking on her neck, 'You little succubus,' thought Jonas as he began laying down the law, 'You think you can play around with me, but you've yet to realize the beast that you've provoked.'

An hour later and Amberlee was playfully dancing out of his bedroom and Jonas was laying in his bed; panting for breath, sweating profusely, and aching everywhere. He looked extremely pitiful, like a man whose entire life savings had just been stolen from him, 'I changed my mind,' he thought furiously, 'I'm the one who provoked a beast. This vixen is going to drain my life force,' but he felt like it was a battle he couldn't afford to lose, and he knew it would be worth it if only he could convince her to return his freedom, 'I'll do it before Phillip comes back,' he swore to himself as he wiped away the sweat, 'I'll convince her before then.'

Jonas got out of bed and made his way to the shower, keeping one eye always open in case he was jumped once more, but thankfully, Amberlee had decided that shower sex two days in a row was too much for her appetite.

Later on, when he met her in the dining room, she smiled warmly at him while holding her hands over what Jonas perceived as a peace offering of hot roasted coffee, maple-flavored bacon, and massive fluffy pancakes that seemed to have been cooked for a giant.

"Are you hungry, darling? Amberlee asked sweetly and seeing her completely beautiful, and innocent expression, Jonas felt a spasm of guilt shock his body as he once again argued with himself.

'She used me,' one of his feelings said, 'She used me, and abused me.'

'That's just her way of showing affection,' his other opinion said, 'She was born in Hell, she doesn't understand what consent means in the modern-day,' clearly Jonas was having mixed feelings as he stared stone-faced at Amberlee, and eventually his more optimistic opinion won the argument as he smiled happily at her, "I'm starving actually, thanks Amberlee."

Jonas wolfed back his food like a crazed animal as the pangs of hunger overtook his instincts. It was delicious, and five minutes later after he had been filled to the point of near explosion, he couldn't help but find himself feeling extremely relaxed, and oddly comforted.

"We have a big day ahead of us," Amberlee smiled innocently and Jonas, who thought he might blow at any moment couldn't help but feel taken aback.

"Big day?" he muttered confusedly, "What are we doing today?"

"Oh you'll see," she said, but Jonas had an extremely bad feeling about it.

His feeling had been correct and the events that transpired for the rest of the day left Jonas feeling speechless. If he had thought Amberlee was a nymphomaniac before breakfast, later that day he knew for sure that she was much more than just that.

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By the time breakfast was done, Jonas was pulled onto the living room sofa and ridden into oblivion. Just when lunch had finished, and Jonas had finally reenergized himself, he was pounding Amberlee in the flower garden. The poor gardener was forced to fix whatever destructive mess the two lovers had made.

Where he had found the vitality to be able to have so much crazed sex, Jonas could only guess, but he knew his supply was running low especially after a rendezvous in a hot shower, a quickie in the drawing-room, a spectacular cowgirl show in the jacuzzi, and finally a midnight snack as she shoved his head between her legs and made him eat her sweet mound just before bed.

As Jonas lay in bed while forced to spoon Amberlee who was sleeping with a smile on her pretty face, he couldn't help but curse his circumstances, and never once in his life did he ever think he may one day complain about having too much sex.

'She's gonna kill me,' his thoughts turned sour, 'She's gonna kill me before I ever get a chance to leave.'

Jonas only wished that he could have stayed asleep all night, but alas, he was awoken early in the morning due to having an abrupt orgasm. He thought he was having a wet dream but realized that Amberlee was on top of him, riding him in his sleep.

"I'm sorry, baby," Amberlee whispered after they had finished. She could see that her new love toy was uncomfortable as he panted heavily and wiped the sweat from his brow, "I can't help myself, you know?" she said pleadingly, "I just get these urges, like how Phillip feels about food, I feel about sex."

"Is that why you bought me in the first place?" Jonas asked quietly.

"No, no," Amberlee denied at once, "Phillip did that on his own accord, he knows how bad the impulses can get, he deals with it himself."

"What impulses?" Jonas felt rather curious, "Is it that bad?"

"Bad?" she gave him a strange expression, "Sometimes it feels like my entire being might just fade into nonexistence if I don't get what I need," she added, "Sometimes I can feel this presence inside of myself, like a lustful monster growling for food, whispering strange and innocuous ideas in my ear."

"Innocuous?" Jonas was baffled, 'I think that monster's intentions are far from harmless,' though that last thought was better left unsaid, "I mean, I'm not complaining, I love having sex with you," though this was only partly true.

"Really?" Amberlee asked nervously, "You mean that?"

"Of course," Jonas forced himself to smile while his stomach turned from the untruthfulness, "If you can't help it, you can't help it," but his words caused an extremely happy expression to cross Amberlee's face as if for the first time in a long time, she didn't have to worry anymore.

"Hellites like me, and Phillip," she said quietly, "We're not always right in the head, you know what I mean?"

"I think you're both great," Jonas said with mingled honesty, "You've treated me so well, I couldn't possibly imagine you or him being rude."

"You should see Phillip without food," Amberlee said cautiously, "Or me without sex."

"Well," Jonas said with a sympathetic expression, "If you get those urges, just come find me, and I'll, uh, try to help."

That new extravagant life Jonas had been thrown into, full of crazed hourly sex, and massive quantities of food had left him speechless. It was to the point that if Amberlee could gain weight from shagging, Jonas considered that her tiny figure would be able to give Phillip's a run for its money.

For seven long agonizing days, Jonas lived inside a mansion, and inside of Amberlee, and by the end of the seventh day, he couldn't help but assume he was pregnant, because looking at his appearance in the mirror, not only was his skin glowing like golden lights, but he had also started to gain weight.

By the time the moon began to rise, Jonas knew he would try to convince Amberlee to free him from his slavery, and after taking a few deep breaths, he knew that the end of his torture would only come with a bout of ingenuity, and a night full of vicious backbreaking sex. As he walked towards the monster's den, he readied himself for whatever might occur.

Jonas was sweating profusely, and his entire pubic region ached as he pumped Amberlee from behind, and as his hand reached around to her throat, he gave a gentle squeeze as he exploded inside of her. His arms wrapping around her body, he spooned her without pulling out, and kissed her on her ear, something she loved.

For a moment neither of them spoke, as they were both panting heavily and couldn't find time to say anything, but eventually, Jonas steeled himself and began whispering words of temptation.

"Amberlee," he said quietly.

"Yeah, baby?" she replied sleepily.

"Do you think..." but he hesitated dramatically, "Never mind," he added. Amberlee suddenly turned around to face him, which caused his manhood to yank out like a plug, and hot goo went seeping into the sheets.

"Do I think?" Amberlee asked, "Say it, please," she added rather impatiently, and Jonas' reverse psychology had seemingly worked.

"Well," began Jonas who needed to choose his words carefully; his fate depended on it, "I want to find my brother, and I have an idea where I might be able to learn about Sinners," he said, recalling his conversation with Old Louie about the sewers.

Amberlee didn't say anything, but Jonas wasn't ready to give up yet. "I'll definitely come back to visit, but I can't stay here all the time," he added, "I'll never forgive myself if anything bad happens to my brother," and he felt her shoulder quiver which told him he had successfully appealed to her sense of empathy.

Maybe she dreaded replying, or perhaps she just couldn't find the words to speak, but Amberlee's prolonged silence began to trigger Jonas' anxiety, up until the point her tiny voice finally spoke.

"I've been so lonely," she whispered into the darkness, "I just wanted someone to hold me, to make me feel whole again, and Phillip lacks the self-esteem to do it properly," her eyes began to water as she added, "I've finally found someone who can make me feel like a person, and not a monster, but sadly they can't wait to run away."

"It's not like that," Jonas lied once more through all his guilt, "I'll come back once I find him," but this only caused Amberlee to raise a single eyebrow in disbelief as she tried not to sob.

"We both know you're not coming back," and it might have been the most honest thing that Jonas had heard in a long while.

"Think about it," his brain was swirling with potential compliments, "Why wouldn't I want to come back to a mansion with Hell's hottest fox, and a kitchen full of all the food you could ever want?" he added, "Could anyone really turn down that offer?" and thankfully he could see that she was fighting off a small smirk.

"I'll think about it," she whispered back, but in her heart, Amberlee already had her answer.