Page 4 of Virgin Lust

“The disease and strange happenings in the human world are evidence it’s coming,” Dirk muttered. “In time, the darkness will reach every corner of both worlds.”

I gritted my teeth before shoving the cigarette between my lips and inhaling sharply. Dirk watched me with his beady beige eyes and smirked the second I stood. If he kept it up, I would shove his ass in the trash can.

Smug demon.

“Where are you going?” Wallis asked as he followed me, dragging his doll behind him.

“To the store.”

“Yes! I need more Fruity Pebbles,” said Marty.

“No. You’re all staying here.”

“Try not to get lost down there,” Dirk added.

I ignored him.

For a nasty gremlin, he always seemed to know my every move.

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It had been a long time since I’d been to the City of the Dead. On my first trip, I met a warlock who offered to escort me to the Underworld. Within five minutes, I knew my curiosity had been a mistake. I didn’t belong there. Considering it took me a decade to get used to my own reaping form, the sights I saw weren’t anything I’d ever get used to.

Humanlike men and women sporting tentacles, multiple eyes, and rows and rows of pointy teeth. Everything from ogres to banshees—and of course gremlins—occupied the territory.

That was how I’d met Wallis, Dirk, and Marty.

Wallis humped a dead demon in the middle of the street, and I almost tripped over them.The putrid creature hammered his miniscule hips into the deceased’s open mouth. I couldn’t forget the vacant stare on the dead male’s face. Wallis’s actions were so disgusting that I grabbed him by the neck and squeezed.The ugly creature looked into my eyes and instead of screaming, he flashed his jagged black-spotted teeth and smiled. “Sire, I’ve found you at last.”

“Finally.” Dirk, perched on a windowsill watching Wallis, jumped down and lumbered toward us. With his arms crossed and narrowed gaze, I assumed he was their leader. “We’ve been waiting a long time for you to find us.”

“Master!” Marty ran out of a shop, threw himself to the ground, and bowed at my feet.

I had been so confused by their responses I dropped Wallis to the ground.

And the rest was history…

No matter how much I threatened or left them somewhere—I tried hundreds of times—they always,alwaysfound their way back to me. According to them, a bond formed when we met. The connection enabled them to find me no matter where I went.

For some strange reason, no matter how frustrated I got, I couldn’t kill them either. The nasty fiends probably put some sort of hex on me the night we met. Why else hadn’t I killed Wallis whenever he did something disgusting? It was my fucking luck to be the type of demon who had a twisted association with such creatures.

Something was off about the City of the Dead. Unlike my last visit, it was completely empty. Normally, the place bustled with demons covered with boils and other hideous creatures.

But the streets were barren. With each step I took, my brows furrowed.Where was everyone? Did I get the wrong place?How many cities were in the Underworld?

I continued walking until my leg plunged into a cool, tingly puddle.Magic.Glancing down, a ripple formed and spread around me. The shops and streets undulated, and I got a glimpse of commotion.A barrier.

Straightening my shoulders, I stepped through the hole and froze as the town surfaced. My body locked up, and every creature’s action looked sluggish as if time had slowed while blood roared in my ears. My brain needed time to process the shit show before me.

Clenching my fists, my heart hammered as my eyes darted everywhere. I didn’t know what the fuck to focus on first.

Correction.

I didn’t knowwhoto eat first.

Screams pierced my ears as a human woman fell to her knees in front of several hellhounds. The unusual beasts resembled werewolves with rat-like faces, sparse fur, and knees bent backward. They surrounded her, pumping their dicks in their palms.

Beside them were three huge ogres tearing at another human’s clothes.

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