Page 5 of Demon's Prey
Kurse was slightly offended by her choice of words, hissing through his teeth, “I’m thick, not fat.”
Kurse heard the flickering sound of the weapons once more firing at his back. He groaned and threw his mate onto his chest, cradling her in his arms like a little doll. Then, he noticed blue and red lights blasting toward him, and he began sprinting toward the tallest structure he could see.
“Where are you taking me?” His mate screamed, but he ignored her. He needed to get her somewhere safe.,
Kurse slammed into a plastic stand, sending an assortment of meat into the air. Kurse held his mouth open like a kid during a snowfall. Then, sustenance fell into his mouth, and he swallowed them whole.
Kurse patted his belly, then made eye contact with his mate. Finally, he turned his head to the side and let out an atrociously blaring burp. Some of the windows nearby cracked from the intensity.
The woman in his arms cringed in disgust. Kurse frowned, “Sorry.”
Kurse planted his feet and launched himself into the air. The woman in his arms screamed and dug her nails deep into his scales. He managed to grip onto a metal pole and pulled himself upward. He focused his gaze upward and scaled the tower in extensive gallops.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
His mate screamed into his ear. Below he heard deep howls, gazing downward to see a flurry of red and blue clustering. He hung by one hand, grinning at the chaos below.
“KURSE!” The woman bellowed.
Kurse shook his head and cringed. She was irritating him, despite her being his destined lover.
He roared at her, “What?”
“You’re not going to get away from the cops up here! You’re not going to escape!” She yelled into his ear.
“Cops?” Kurse inquired.
“They’re the umm, leaders here! They can take you out!” She screamed.
Kurse continued to climb. A more significant hot weapon began firing at him, penetrating him with more extensive and thicker burning metallic pieces. Kurse turned to see a flying machine shooting at him. He felt like he was being flicked, but the objects were once again bouncing off his scales.
He thought perhaps his mate was suitable. He couldn’t have these objects cutting through her supple human skin.
Before reaching the top, Kurse whipped his incredibly long and thick tail backward, heading toward the flying machine. But, instead, it slammed into it, sending it clattering and sputtering to the ground below. Kurse laughed and exposed himself by moving his loincloth to the side.
“JESUS!” The woman bellowed.
There were screens adorning the city below. Upon it, Kurse saw his mammoth sized cock. He pointed at it and proclaimed his name. The woman on his chest pulled at his scales.
“OUCH!” Kurse hissed.
“You need to stop! Get to the top and put me down!”
She had pinched him under his scales, where his skin was sensitive. He curled his mouth downward and frowned. “You’re lucky you’re my mate, human.”
She wordlessly clung to him as he moved upward. Eventually, he made it to the top, the woman rushing away from his arms and onto the ground. He tried to grasp at her with a swipe.
“Don’t!” She avoided his touch.
Her clothes were ripped, and some of her ample cleavage was exposed from the sides. Kurse’s eyes moved and lingered there unabashedly.
She snapped at him. “Up here, asshole,” she said in anger.
That odd sensation of sadness once again struck Kurse. “Why are you so unkind to me, fated mate?”
“First of all,” she exclaimed, frustrated. “I don’t understand what the fuck that means. Second of all, my name is Faith. Call me Faith.”
Kurse smiled, his eyes diverting once again to her breasts. Faith reached up and struck him on the chin. It was like a butterfly’s wings brushing his scales.
