Page 3 of Mayhem's Magic

There is a blinding light that scorches the darkness for a moment, and I gasp. It is beautiful. Unlike anything I have ever seen before. I am entranced. I walk toward the warmth of it, right to the brightest spot.

In the swath of warm light is a figure. Just an outline, no discernible features. I feel it in my soul. Down to the little pieces of my soul that remain. It is her. Whoever this entity said I am meant for. Whoever she is, sheismeant for me.

“Need to get to her. Need to get out of here,” I exclaim.

With a sense of urgency, I shift through the darkness to locate a portal. Portals can take us to any world we choose. I’ve not dared go back to earth in a very long time. I long ago stopped going up top just to torture myself with all I had lost.

Finding a portal, I do not even hesitate. Without a glance back, I step through the wavering portal of darkness. For a moment, I wonder if I will wind up on this creature’s earth. With a powerful surge, I break through to land on the soft, dark earth. It smells different.Feelsdifferent.

Glancing up at the night skies, the darkness different from the empty dark of Hades, I take a moment to adjust. It is cold here,muchcolder than I recall. It is also so quiet I fear for a moment I wound up in the in-between.

But no, I see Earth’s skies, feel its winds, smell its dirt. Lying on the cool ground, I allow myself to take it all in. To drag in a taste of the of unsullied Earth. Pine trees and moss, warm fireplace fires, and something sweet. Oh, something so sweet, my mouth watering. I am drawn to that sweetness.

“That is her,” I decide as I stare up at the stars.

Oh, how they shine! I do not remember their beauty, but they are absolutely breathtaking. It has been too long since I came home. Nothing is the same. Everything seems bigger, brighter, and bolder than I remember.

Now that I am here again, memories flicker in my head but never become clear. It is probably for the best—the man I was before died long ago. I do not feel or look like that man now. I am battered, my skin gray, my head tipped with horns, and my eyes black with sin.

“Will my love want me?” I whisper, as if that guiding voice might answer me.

In the following silence, I let out a trembling sigh. Does she prefer a male or a female? Humans love both. Whatever her preference is, I will become that. I will be a strapping man who will protect her, or a sweet woman who caters to her needs. If I can feel love, if I can feelanythingat all, I will do whatever it takes.

“For her. Just for her.Anythingfor her,” I proclaim.

Ducking through shadows, I spot a small house set off on its own. It is what I would call...cute.Flowers sprout from colorful boxes on the front porch and puffs of smoke dance from the chimney. That sweetness is delicious, luring me as a moth to a flame.

Going to a window, I peer through sheer curtains that hide nothing. Sitting near a fire, curled up beneath a dark, fluffy blanket, is a woman. No, not just a woman. Not any woman.

Sitting there ismywoman. My soul mate.

I may not be deserving of this creature, but I will take her, anyway. Iama Demon, after all. With one look, I am enchanted by her. Sitting near a flickering fire facing me, she is an absolute vision of perfection. Dark hair, glowing skin, shimmering eyes that focus on a book with a monster on the cover.

“Mine. She is mine,” I growl as I press a taloned hand against the window, fogging it up with my heavy breathing.

For the first time in over a century, I am all man. Even if I am a Demon, the man in me rises to the surface. A man with base desires. I want to taste her skin, to relish her sweet mouth, and I want to bow before her and devour her womanhood.

My tiny little human sets her book aside, settling back in the large chair with a breathy sigh. She is so beautiful. Her face is what artists strive to create but could never come close. It is as I stand there with lust curling through me I notice.

My little creature is naked beneath that blanket. Not just naked, but as her legs spread wide, she tosses the blanket aside. I growl like the beast I am to track her hand, rubbing at her pretty little pussy. Playing as I watch with rapt fascination.

“Oh, my wicked little creature,” I grunt, as I watch her fingers pump inside her cunt.

Without wasting a moment, I palm my quickly growing cock. Dipping my head, I spit on it, wishing it was wet from her mouth or her cum. Thinking about filling her, about chasing the pleasure she would give me, is nearly enough to make me come.

“Oh, oh, yes,” she pants as she rubs her palm over her clit, her thighs spread wide, as if she wants to give me a good show.

“That’s a good girl,” I pant as I step forward. I am done hiding in the shadows now.

Taking a breath, I steel myself for an assault to my senses as I shift through her wall. My little Demon trick. Crossing the room, never taking my eyes off her, I keep stroking, my forked tongue licking my lips because I can taste her. I keep a veil between us, not yet ready to let her see me. Not yet, not before we both get what we need.

Inhaling the air between us, I grunt. I can taste her cum. I can taste it on my tongue, and I lick again, letting her feel me between her thick, spread thighs. Her skin flushes as she cries out, her other hand going to her throat. I growl as she wraps it around her throat, choking herself. Just as I would do if I was buried inside of her.

This is it, she is it, that voice earlier spoke the truth.

This is what feels different, why everything sounds and even smells different. It is becauseof her. Because this beautiful creature exists, the entire world is different for me. I am still not sure if I am truly on earth and not down in Hades because for a moment it is pure torture, considering she might not want me.

“Do you want me, little flame?” I wonder, stroking myself faster, gritting my teeth as she nods, as if she can hear me.

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