Page 6 of Virgin Lust

My reaping form rippled.What the—An odd web of lust took root inside me, making my head foggy. I should have moved aside. Instead, I wanted to bask in her presence despite the danger.

Am I going to die?

I’d been waiting such a long time for death to finally claim me, but it didn’t appeal to me in that moment.

I can’t move.

Strange.

The idea of leaving her became appalling.

I could survive that blade in this form.Just come closer.

Her eyes narrowed as I stayed put. I studied the enormous pink aura flowing around her. If I had a mouth in that form, I would salivate.

What the fuck?

Goodness vibrated throughout her soul. She glowed with it. Why did I yearn to devour her? Good souls tasted bad. Bad souls tasted good. That was how it was for soul reapers.

Then a chill wafted off of her in waves. I studied her soul again. She wasimmortal—aReaper. It was second nature to a demon to recognize a threat like her kind. The goodness within her made sense. It was her job.

I wasn’t afraid of what she was. Her existence, however, completely stunned me. I wanted to fucking hump her leg. Then buy her flowers because I’d feel shitty afterward for such wolf-like behavior. But I probably needed to put her in a cellar so no one else would see her and want to do the same things.How many had already?My rage simmered deeply.How many would I have to kill?

So many thoughts jumbled my brain. If I was a machine, I’d blow a fuse.

She stopped several feet in front of me and stiffened. Cocking her head, she glanced beyond my shadowy form. Perhaps she intended to end me like the other foul beasts slain that night. Her intense scrutiny made my shadow sway. Her hypnotic aura spreading through my form threatened to solidify me.

I inhaled and caught the scent of a familiar candy—green-apple Jolly Rancher with a hint of rum. She smelled like the sweet treat too. Her looks gave a man a reason to fall to his knees and give praise. My feet itched to move and meet her the rest of the way.

Before I could, a sword hovered at my neck. Side-glancing to my left, I saw the new arrivals. Two more male Reapers. Of course they traveled in a group.

“Ah, so this is where the trail of dead bodies is coming from,” said the one holding a shotgun. Both dark-haired males were dressed in tuxedos.

“Soul Reaper,” shotgun guy shouted.

“And the reason for all the missing, angry souls.” The other one chuckled. A yellow essence wrapped around him. I looked at the sword free-floating at my neck and noticed the same color swirling around it. Mysteriously, the weapon seemed to have a mind of its own. “You’re not afraid of dying?”

I tensed as the blade nipped my skin. Normally, I wouldn’t care about my fate since Tiffany no longer needed me, but the mysterious woman flashed through my mind.

“Even if I don’t, you’re the only ones with the power to kill me,” I said.

“What are you doing?” Shotgun Reaper asked, lowering his weapon.

“It appears you guys needed some help.” I wasn’t about to bring up my debt to the Grim Reaper or the visit from the strange witch. That was my business.

“Help from a soul reaper,” Yellow Essence muttered. He scanned the area before adding, “The world really is ending.” Lifting his hand, the sword flew into his palm, and he disappeared.

The remaining male watched me carefully. “I sense no human death on you tonight. Don’t make me regret not killing you.” And then, like his buddy, he ported too.

My focus switched to where the woman had been. She wasn’t there. Instead, dozens of purple petals swirled on the ground.

A bottomless ache churned the pit of my stomach.

Where did the fucking flowers come from?

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Prudence

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