Page 17 of Wicked Magik
“I’m going to walk, you bone head, and as I said before, I need to get back. I don’t belong here.” My pet rolled up her sleeve and pinched her arm. My pet winced and growled, continuing to pinch harder and harder.
I snarled and opened and shut my jaws with a snap.
“My pet is being naughty. You do not hurt yourself.” I pulled on her arm and tugged it away from her.
Do pets normally hurt themselves like this?
“I am not your pet. My name is Vesper and I can do as I wish. I’m trying to wake up from this dreadful dream and find myself in my cold dark basement and go back to my job. Not here to deal withyou.”
I winced.
Even my pet knows words to hurt me.
But it isn’t enough to give her up. Not when she smelled so lovely. She cannot go back to her job. She is here, with me. At least until the next full moon.
“Pet Vesper, you cannot leave. Not until the next full moon, the portal is closed.”
My pet rubbed her arm and jerked her head up at me. Her mouth opened and closed and glanced down the path she had just ran from.
I liked her mouth. Pouty, small. Her tongue is smaller, blunt. What would it be like if she licked me on the snout?
My pet was so pretty all over. Her slender neck, the way her chest curves underneath her clothing, the way she held her body. My pet was everything I wasn’t and I wanted to keep her with my treasures back in my den. She would be my greatest treasure of all.
I will feed, bathe, dress, and take care of her. I will show my Lord just how well I can take care of my pet Vesper, just like he takes care of his pets in his lab. Unlike him, I will keep mine alive. I can talk to mine. Perhaps my pet will read to me, and our bond will grow. I also won’t have to disturb my lord again with such unimportant things.
Yes, yes this would be for the best.
“You mean, I have to wait, a whole month? What will I do until then?”
I stepped from side to side with my hooves. I knew this answer.
I would convince her to come with me instead of forcing. It will make my pet feel she had a choice.
I chuckled to myself while she paced around me.
And during this time I willconvinceher to stay. She will live at the estate and see how wonderful it is. It will overall make her feel she had a say in all of it.
Win-win.
I lowered my head and shook it. This would work, I felt it deep inside my body.
Without warning, a jarring thwack slammed into the side of my horn, followed by a resonating thud. I jerked my head back violently, spinning around in every direction, eyes wide with fury, searching for the intruder. A guttural snarl ripped from my throat, and I huffed with raw aggression, my powerful hooves pounding the soft soil beneath me with an intensity that shook the ground.
Once I realized there was nothing amiss I panicked when I didn’t see my pet, only to sniff and find them on the ground next to me, buried in the fog.
I killed it! I killed my pet, and I only had her for moments!
I reached into the fog, and pulled her into my arms. There was a bump on her head, a scrape on her temple. Yet, a heartbeat still sounded.
I sighed in relief but that blood looked so tempting.
Unable to restrain myself, I let my long tongue ravenously lap up the droplets of blood on her skin. My whole body convulsed violently. If I had believed the taste of her sweat, the intoxicating scent of her skin was divine, then what in the depths of frenzy was this?
Something roused within my trousers and I groaned at the uncomfortableness.
My pet tasted so, so good.
I wanted to drink more of her.
