Page 5 of Court of Heathens

I mean, I’m only so strong.

His hairy thighs lead up to his cock, and I cannot look away. He’s huge, and the tip of his cock appears to be dusted in the same gold as his body. He’s so thick I wouldn’t even be able to fit both hands around him. The veins bulge along its hard length, but that’s not what I stare at, nor the spikes that seem to run underneath.

It’s the eight black piercings running down the length of his cock that have my attention. I know he didn’t have them before.

My mouth goes dry as his fist strokes his length, exposing the piercings for me.

“You like them, little witch? I got them for you.” He smiles. “I noticed you liked that clit piercing the girl had, and I found out there is a male version. It makes pleasure so much sweeter . . . and pain. You want to taste them for me and find out? I haven’t had the chance to try them yet.”

“Did it hurt?” My hand drifts up, and before I can stop myself, I trace the piercings. He groans, and I snatch my hand away as he chuckles darkly.

“In the best way,” he replies without an ounce of shame. “But feel free to lick it better.”

“I’m working. Go away,” I mutter, even as I feel my cheeks heat. I curl my hand into a fist to stop myself from touching him. I shouldn’t want to as much as I do, but it’s like he draws me to him. He doesn’t seem disappointed, even as he tugs his trousers up and disappears, suddenly appearing on a chair at my side—one that was not there since I don’t want to invite him to stay any longer than he already does. It’s bad enough that I wake up and find him hovering in the air above me, watching me sleep.

Creep.

“So what are we working on today?” he asks happily.

I swallow, not looking at him in case he sees the dirty thoughts in my head. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s been too long since the desire inside me was let out.

“Little witch, are you wondering how I would feel inside your sweet pussy?” he whispers in my ear as his tail wraps around my front and slides across my throat. “How about you bend over and find out?”

I snap my hand out, and he leans back, chuckling. Muttering to myself, I move closer to the workbench. I have orders waiting to be fulfilled. Most are from outside the coven, since it’s how us witches make money. It’s not the kind of money humans use, but the kind us creatures use in this world. Sometimes I will set up a stall at the local market for supes, and I’m due there tomorrow, where my orders will be picked up. One is for a pixie who wants a love spell, despite my warnings, and another is to heal a fae’s illness. There’s even a spell bag to deflect evil for a siren. I have finished most of them, but not all, and the demon isn’t helping.

“If you’re distracted, I can help fill orders. I’m bored,” he whines, reaching for my spells, but I swat his hand away.

“We both know what happens when you try. They end up dead or cursed. Your magic has a way of morphing the intention.” I sigh. I’ve had to give money back to a customer or apologize to a loved one after they died more than once.

“I just want to help.”

I glance over to see him pouting.

A bored demon is a dangerous thing.

“There’s a new present for you in the trunk.” I nod at the trunk at the end of my bed, and he perks up. He and his chair vanish, and then he appears surrounded by smoke before tearing the trunk open in excitement.

He pulls out the wrapped parcel and appears cross-legged on my bed as he tears into it like a kid, not a seven-foot demon with smoking horns.

Paper goes flying into the air, and I sigh at the mess. He clickswithout looking, and it burns to a crisp. Fucking demons. Next, he tugs the box out, his eyes wide. “Is this the new version?” he asks happily.

I nod, and he appears before me, wrapping his entire frame around me before materialising before the TV I bought a while ago. I tell myself it was for me, not him. Sitting cross-legged on the rug, he plugs in the new game and loads it.

I watch as he coos, creating a class and beginning the shooter game. When he puts his headphones on, I cover my eyes. He has been banned for cursing people out more than once. They don’t realise it’s an actual curse, thank the gods.

“Screw you, kid. I will eat your mum alive.”

“Demon,” I warn.

He grins at me over his shoulder. “Oops.” He turns forward, stabbing the button as he shoots.

I turn my head to hide my smile.

Dangerous demon indeed.

The market is bustling today. It’s busier than I’ve seen it for a while. It can take days to get here, but I don’t travel as most would. I simply open a portal and appear with my goods. It takes me an hour or so to set up. The black tent hangs above me with some floating lights, my wooden sign is out front, and my wares are spread across the table.

Other stallholders line the way on every level of the underground market. It’s called Conventus Market, which quite literally means meeting point—a meeting of all supernatural creatures.

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