Page 7 of Beyond Your Darkness, I'm Your Light

The next fifteen minutes pass in a blur as I grab some coffee, toast, my bag, and badge, then head out of the door. “I won’t let the man who hides in the dark, try and take away my light.” I say out loud as I make it to my car and head to work.

Chapter Two

Tiberius

I’mjoltedawayfromthe absurdity of replaying our interaction as I slept. How dare she speak to me like that. Her fast-ass mouth will get her into a lot of trouble where I’m concerned. Kicking the covers off of me, I look down and notice the raging hard-on I’m now sporting thanks to that little temptress.

I haven’t a clue why I’m thinking of her like this, she is only the next name on my hit list and nothing will stop me from carrying out her death.

Getting out of bed, I carry myself to the bathroom, hoping to get rid of my little… Problem. Relieving myself didn’t do the trick. Goddess, how can my dick be this hard if I haven’t even seen her face? It’s that damned mouth of hers. I loved all those obsenectites she was spewing my way and wondered what else she had in store.

Walking a few steps to the shower, I turn the cold water on full blast. I’m determined to get rid of this without touching myself or fucking someone I will no doubt kill in the end. I’m sick of that shit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I talking about? I don’t have time to fuck anyone, it’s enough I’ve spent too much time dragging on about this ghastly woman.

This shit is gonna hurt when it finally releases all that tension, but I’m tougher than I let on; no amount of cold water can dim the darkness that’s swirling around inside me, waiting to be set free once again. It’s now or never, I begin to think as I step under the spray jets and let them beat my already battered skin.

“Fuck!” I shout as I look down and see that my dick is still fucking hard. “Damn you, you little minx. When I get my fucking hands on you again, you will die a horrible death!” I shout.

“Would you keep your fucking voice down?” As if I need this little shit to bring his two cents to the table, I groan as Nigel materializes outside the glass doors.

“What the fuck do you want?” I growl, taking a hold of my shaft. It’s painful to the fucking touch.

“Would you like for me to call a Pixie in to help you with that?” He laughs, motioning his head down to my dick.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting rid of it myself, now… Getout!” I shout.

“Wow, dude, you need to chill or get laid. Killing off whoever is next on that list of yours can wait a few minutes.” He chuckles.

“I swear to all that I know, Nigel, if you don’t get your scaly, little ass out of here, I will fucking kill you myself.” I say, beginning to stroke myself.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go. I don’t wanna witness this shitshow. You’re gonna stroke yourself raw like that, sure you don’t wann-”

“Get out!” I scream, but my true form comes to the surface, and that has him scrambling to get as far away from me as humanly possible. It’s a good thing neither one of us is Human or me showing myself would have ended in me killing him for witnessing it. “Good fucking riddance, little bastard.” Now, back to thinking of all the things I will do to this little, foul mouth woman. I begin to pump slowly at first, but my imagination takes over and I begin to stroke myself faster.‘Get on your knees.’ I’d command her.

‘Fuck off.’ She’d answer in that tone of voice that threatens to make me jizz all over the shower walls, but I envision her getting down on her knees. No matter how much she says no.

‘I think you need to be punished, sweet girl.’

‘Maybe I do, but damn surely not by you, and stop calling me your sweet girl.’ She growls, and I feel my balls tighten. How the fuck is my vivd imagination evoking these feelings from me? I am an assassin, and I will not be brought down by a woman I have not yet met! ‘Well, this is your dream, suga. I’m only here because you brought me… Again.’ She laughs. Closing my eyes, I continue my assault on her.

Seeing myself grabbing her jaw, hard enough to leave bruises and turn her head to look up at me.

‘You look so good on your knees, waiting for me to fill your dirty mouth with my dick as I cum down your throat. The choice is not yours, temptress, and I think I will do both.’ I squeeze again, and this time she yelps. As soon as her mouth opens, I push my dick inside. The moment her lips wrap around me.I explode all over the shower walls with a loud roar as I continue to pump my seed from my shaft.

“Goddess!” I shout as I force the last of my release out of me. Fucking hell! She will be the death of me. Why did that seem so real? She’s making me crazy.

Letting go of my soft dick, I grab the soap and shower the remnants of my imagination and her off me.

Once I’m done, I step out of the shower onto the white mat that sits on the marble-tiled floor and grab a towel from the rack. Drying myself off takes less than a minute as I wrap it around my torso. Thankfully my metabolism is very high, otherwise I would have to stay in the gym to be this fit.

“Nigel, get your nosey, little ass back in here!” I shout. Not even a second later, he materializes.

“Yes, your highness.” He sneers while bowing.

“Stop that, you little shit.” I grunt. “Nobody told your ass to just pop in here when you wanted.”

“Yeah, I told myself to. Therefore, I did.” He smiles wickedly at me.

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