Page 5 of Death C*mes Inside Her
My cock juts outward to reach for her and she winces staring at the weeping red monster intent on wrecking that tight virgin hole she’s saved for us I conjure black cloth to cover myself, a shirt for my chest, a jacket, shoes. For a moment, let me be almost human while I play whatever part this flickering need inside me desires.
“How did you do that?” Her shock at the clothes that cover me is hinted with wonder and amusement.
“Oh, I have many tricks, little one. Would you like to see more of them?”
“Yes.” She nods on a gulp. “Can you make this house mine?” she asks, her jaw firming under my thumb. “It’s all I know. I haven’t left in years. I have nothing else. I wouldn’t know how to live in the world…” Her pale blue eyes drift to the moonlit window, then back to me, her little shoulders pull back, her eyes narrow. “Kill whoever you need to kill, but this is all I’ve ever known. I can’t leave.”
The casual mention of murder causes a prickling thrill to rush over my skin. I detect no evil from her, only a pragmaticdesperation, but I’ll take it. She was made for me, this proves it, and I’ll give her the whole world.
But to begin, this house.
"Understand that you are making a bargain," I tell her. "Once the pact is made, there is no going back."
"I understand."
I take her finger again and slice it with a sharp talon, pulling the copper to my tongue to heal once again. My other hand closes around her wrist. She doesn't pull away. Her pupils widen and her breath syncs to mine as I feel something settle in my chest.
These feelings that rise inside me are dangerous though. Demons have rules, they are few, but if broken, the price is steep.
But for some reason, continued existence, whether on this plane or the other, seems hollow. The need to possess her is stronger than the need to survive. I cannot stop looking at her.
“Give yourself to me, Eve, and I will grant your wish. This house will be yours.”
“I’m…” A moment’s hesitation. A brief flicker of doubt. “You want me?”
I nod. “To do with as I will.”
Crickets outside chirp, skittering mice race to hide in cracks in the foundation. I hear everything, but most of all, her heart beating, and it makes what’s left of my soul sing.
Her pulse jumps, her breath shallow. I watch her pupils dilate with a mixture of fear and excitement. “If you will keep your end of the bargain, then yes, I’m yours.”
" Good girl. I do not lie.." The simple praise rolls off my tongue with an ease and warmth I don’t ever recall feeling. I sweep the Bible closed behind her, then tap it with my finger three times, turning it to ash. No priest or other mortal will ever deny my entry here again.
Her blood has bound her to me, and if I can stay, I will. Taking her with me to the other plane…That is possible. But her mortal soul would be the price she would pay for eternity with me, either here or there.
Her breath is shallow as she gazes up at me, so small and perfect, and my member responds to the thought of her lips wrapped around it, her tongue sliding over the sensitive head as it chastises me, jerking under the legs of my trousers.
I can’t breathe in here stupid demon! You’ve lived without pants for thousands of years, now that we have our mate you want to suffocate me?
I ignore him.
I want her to feel pleasure. I want her to live in comfort and luxury and to look at me the way she’s looking at me right now, like I’m hers. Her protector. Her savior.
The being that will impregnate her with my seed and call her wife.
My balls drop like stones into the cloth covering me and the jarring sensation makes me grunt and lean forward. They warm, tense, and vibrate as they come alive for the first time.
They have a purpose now, and that purpose is between the legs of this tiny, pale human.
Varak looms out of the shadows, a look of fascination on his rodent-like face as he gazes at her, licking his lips and raising his eyebrows as though we are in some mutual pact in touching her.
Anger boils inside me, fury at another creature looking at what’s mine. He may not have breeding apparatus, but that doesn’t stop my possessiveness flaring.
He sees what’s about to happen, but too late to run. With a flick of my fingers, his mole-like face grows a longer snout, his tail lengthening, hairless. He shrinks, then lets out a squeak of terror, and scurries deeper into the library.
Nothing but a rat in an old house.
“Your favorite room,” I say. “Where is it?”
