Page 34 of Unbinding the Demon
She began to pant and moan with her hands up against the wall as I repeatedly and forcefully slammed into her from behind. I grabbed a hold of her hips and lifted her small body up, supporting her with my thigh. She couldn’t see my face, so I allowed my fangs to slip out and gnashed my teeth by the side of her neck.
The door to the restaurant creaked open, and that timid bartender stepped out with a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He froze and paled at the sight of me furiously pounding into Gwendolyn with my fangs on her neck. I let out a deep, threatening growl and allowed my eyes to glow as I glared over at him, not once breaking my rhythm. He frantically stumbled back through the door with a terror-stricken expression. Luckily, Gwendolyn was too preoccupied with my cock to notice any of it.
Once I felt her orgasm clench around me, I spilled my seed into her. I leaned against the wall and pulled her limp body close to mine in an intimate embrace as we panted together. She put her small hand on my chest, and I kissed the top of her head.
“Ashton?” she said ever so sweetly.
“Yes, Buttercup?” I replied and looked down at her. The side of her cheek pressed against my chest as she gazed out into the distance.
“I’m glad that I’m yours,” she whispered in a gentle tone.
A surge of delight fluttered in my heart, but the knowledge that my time with her was destined to be short quickly extinguished it. The slow-spreading pain in my shoulder was a grim reminder that the blackened shadow of death closely followed me. My only chance of survival rested in the hope that she would release my soul, giving me the power to return to Hell. I couldn’t afford to get attached to her. Everything had to go according to plan.
“I’m glad that you’re mine too,” I whispered back. It wasn’t a lie, yet I wished it were. I looked up at the clouded stars and squeezed her closer to me, wondering if all those years trapped in The Abyss had left me so desperate.
At least she is mine for a season.
“Would you like to come home with me tonight?” I offered, wanting to spend more time with her. The more we were together, the sooner she’d likely unbind me after all.
“I’d love to.” She nuzzled into my embrace.
My eyes widened as I suddenly remembered I had used the shadows to travel here and not that car I’d commandeered. “Well, why don’t you go back inside, and I’ll follow in a minute? Just so we don’t seem too suspicious.” I smiled with affection and winked.
“Oh, right! Lacey’s probably wondering where I ran off to.” With a flirty giggle, she blew me a kiss and went back inside.
Once I was certain that she was gone, I vanished in a cloud of black smoke. I reappeared in the driveway at the old abandoned house next to the stupid car. I had to brace myself because it wouldn’t be easy with my powers bound. Grabbing a hold of the front bumper, I somehow managed to pull the entire car through the shadows, reappearing in the parking lot with a large puff of black smoke.
Exhausted, I leaned against the hood to compose myself, panting and out of breath. My eyes then shifted to the car next to me, where that damn bartender was watching with wide, shocked eyes and a lit cigarette in his hand. Smoke swirled out of the car window, and a tiny fleck of ash fell from the glowing tip.
Bloody fucking Hell!
I considered feeding him to Belzar in order to keep him quiet, but it wasn’t like anyone would believe him if he dared say anything. So, instead, I prowled in front of his car, making an eerie screeching noise as I lazily dragged a claw across the hood. My eyes glowed while I made a shushing motion at the poor, horrified fellow. Then I turned around and walked back into the building, smirking as I heard his car start and then speed off.
After finishing up and paying the bill, we called it a night and said our goodbyes. Gwendolyn and I left together and went back to my “home,” where she peacefully slept in my arms after a second round of fucking. I laid there, stroking her hair, and watched her all night as I had done every night since we’d first met...Well, every night that I wasn’t slipping into her dreams, that is.
15. Confession
Thick gray clouds tempestuously swirled across the sky, casting their shadows across the bike trail. The lack of sunshine did nothing to dull the bright, fiery colors of the mid-October foliage. I raced past a stunning collection of crimson, amber, and gold that danced like flames on the swaying branches above. The crisp breeze was refreshing as it blew against my sweaty body. I huffed and puffed along with my ponytail bobbing behind me.
I held a thick black leash that connected to Belzar, who ran beside me, exuding excitement. Ashton had insisted that I take him along on my jogs for protection, and I gladly obliged. Not only because I had grown to love the big fluffy puppy, but I doubted that any “sane” serial killer would approach me with a massive, vicious-looking dog by my side.
Detectives still hadn’t caught whoever the barbarous killer was, and the number of heartless victims was now at eight and continuing to rise. There was also a much higher number of missing persons cases that were quickly accumulating. As I bustled down the path, it was hard to ignore the endless posters for those missing people. Many were stapled to the rough trunks of trees, a grim reminder that a depraved villain plagued this seemingly peaceful valley. I tried to avert my gaze because they were sort of creeping me out, but one in particular caught my eye.
I stopped dead in my tracks, causing Belzar to skid to a halt, and stared at the picture. The name typed across the partly torn poster was James Lodviette. A somber stillness emanated from his portrait. Lifeless, ocean-blue eyes stared back at me, haunting me as if his soul were an eerie vessel crossing over the foreboding seas of his irises, reaching out and pleading for some sort of deliverance.
Memories of Ashton snapping his neck as if it were nothing more than a flimsy twig raced through my mind. The way he had grinned with such a malevolent look in his eyes as if he had relished the kill—I had to sit down. I wandered over to a mossy stone and flopped onto it like a limp noodle. A few red leaves fluttered to the ground in the woods behind me while a busy little squirrel rustled in the brush. I could still hear that awful cracking sound as if it had just happened. And to think that James’s family was searching for him, and I knew the horrible truth yet said nothing.
I buried my face in my hands as if I could hide from my thoughts. Belzar rested his head in my lap, almost as if he were trying to comfort me. I looked down at him and began gently stroking his soft fur with my now trembling hand. He gave my hand a gentle lick and looked up at me sweetly with his big, puppy-dog eyes.
I can’t believe I’m dating a psychotic murderer. What am I even doing?
I sat there alone with just my thoughts and Belzar, pondering whether I was completely bananas for developing a relationship with someone as maniacal as Ashton. No matter how much he would terrify me, I still really,reallyliked him, and that terrified me even more. He’d occupied most of my thoughts and time for the past month. I spent most of my nights at his place. And despite swearing off mixed nuts, I was constantly dreaming about being fucked into oblivion by a sexy demonic version of him. It felt like I was becoming possessed by the man, yet I couldn’t get enough.
He acted so lovingly toward me and was practically a sex god, but that still couldn’t erase the fact that he had killed someone in cold blood. Common sense told me,“Run, run for the hills and never return.”Yet my heart was saying,“Ha-ha, yeah right, bitch. You know his dick is the bee’s knees.”But regardless of my incongruous sentiments about him, seeing that poster brought back the weighted burden of our little secret in full force.
Belzar snapped his head up, and the look in his eyes went from sweet to venomous in an instant. A low, threatening growl poured from his snarling jaws, causing me to nearly jump right out of my skin. “Whoa there, I didn’t mean to startle you,” a male voice said. I looked over to find Father Adelstein raising his hands in defense while watching the hostile dog. Belzar positioned himself protectively in front of me, continuing his ferocious display.
Oh great, not this guy again...
