Page 6 of Death C*mes Inside Her
She takes my hand without fear, and I follow.
For the first time in my existence, I would take a knee for someone.
A human none the less. My queen.
Chapter 2
Aios
Ikeep her just ahead of me down the corridor, the way her ass moves under that thin fabric has my cock ready to punch a hole through my pants.
This girl has my world turning inside out and I’m helpless to stop the growing feelings she’s lighting up inside me.
She stops at a doorway I remember well. Inside, a parlor waits. The velvet sofa I recall from so long ago is draped in ghost cloth, the hearth sitting cold.
I whip the covering cloth away from the piece of furniture and toss it to the corner of the room, watching it settle like a banished spirit, then I will the sad, torn furniture back to the vibrant, soft red I remember.
This whole house will need refurbishing if she is going to live here. I will make it gleam like a jewel again, as it did a century ago.
“Sit down, little witch,” I say. The thought that this tiny human is meant to be mine shocks me down into my dark soul as I take in the room. “Why is this your favorite room?”
She sinks onto the sofa, knees tight together, fingers twisting. The slip clings to her thighs, and I imagine spreading them wide, exposing all that soft, pink innocence to my dark gaze.
“It’s where I used to read when my father was asleep. There were books here before they came and cleaned it out. My father read some of them to me when I was a little girl, but that was before he changed. So, I read to myself…”
I lean against the mantel, arms folded.
I already see into her thoughts. Her father tried to be a good man, at first after her mother met a demise at his hands.
He was a jealous man. Something I never understood until now. Darkness pulled at him after that and as so many humans do, he gave in to the urges. They call it addiction here, but it is lust. Lust takes many forms.
In my inner eye, I see his downfall and how he isolated this little witch with her mother’s blue eyes and frail beauty. I better understand her childlike nature, despite her age.
“Eyes on me,” I order, tightness banding around my chest when her eyes are not on mine.
Her head lifts, those big, uncertain eyes catching mine and holding. I should be immune to the feelings she ignites inside me, but something about her is different.
“That’s it,” I say, keeping my voice from shattering the windows the way it could if I allowed it. “Good girl.”
A flush rises over her throat, and I find the space between us impossible to maintain. I push off the mantel and cross the rug. Each step is an eternity before her warmth radiates against the black, sucking cold of my form. Her breath skips, but she doesn’t break eye contact.
Up close, her scent slams into me and drags low. A new lust takes over. There will be a price to pay for these feelings, I know that already, I just do not know what that price will be.
I, too, have a master, although it has been centuries since we’ve communicated. Demons are independent until we break a rule, and loving a human is not only unheard of, it is forbidden.
Is that what I feel now? Love?
I will burn down this and every other world for her, I know it already. If this is what love feels like, I understand how distracting it can be.
She needn’t tell me she is pure and untouched. I smell it on her. My cock grows heavy, thick and angry down my leg. My seed spills in a stream inside my pants.
I reach out, knuckles grazing her throat. Her warmth seeps into my fingers, weaving its way up my arm. “You’re trembling.”
“Yes. Seems appropriate given the circumstances.”
“I find your fear intoxicating.” I don’t bother to bite back the growl that claws from my throat, letting my knuckles drift down the soft inside of her arm until gooseflesh blooms.
Her knees drift apart before she realizes. She catches herself, almost closes them, then stops, breathing unevenly, waiting to see what I’ll do.
