Page 158 of Legacy of Temptation

They passed a sign that saidNo Entry. A small building designed like a tropical hut disguised to blend in with the landscaping loomed ahead. He assumed they were going inside, but Popcorn Girl gave him a flirty look and ashhfinger against her plump lips before slipping into the brush.

They eased up behind the hut in a little alcove littered with a few candy wrappers and cigarette butts.

“I’m Micha, by the way,” she said as she pulled a wadded bit of plastic from behind a tree.

“Stryke.” He waved away her offer of one of the tiny pills in the baggie. “And you don’t need that shit. You’ll like what I’m going to give you way more.”

Reaching out, she dragged her finger from his sternum to the button on his jeans. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Done flirting, he tore the baggie from her hand and tossed it to the ground. Flirting was an instinctive skill for most Seminus demons, but Stryke somehow lacked that gene. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her to him, his other hand dipping under her skirt. Her cheap panties didn’t stand a chance against his probing fingers, and she gasped as he slipped a couple inside her slippery core.

“I don’t usually do this,” she breathed, hiking one leg up against his hip.

“I’m sure you don’t.” He hoped he didn’t sound sarcastic, and then he realized he didn’t give a crap. He’d never see her again.

Except that he liked how willing she was to fuck a complete stranger. Maybe he should get her number afterward and get a sex-only relationship going. No small talk, kissing, or dinner dates. Just pleasure and a see-ya-later. His cousin Mace had about a dozen of those, but Stryke doubted Mace was truly as utilitarian about it as he claimed to be. His cousin liked to flirt. He liked to impress the females. And he loved to be adored.

Stryke couldn’t care less about any of it. Sex was a biological necessity for him, as important as breathing or eating. Sure, it was enjoyable, but so was eating. Didn’t mean he had to turn every lunch or fuck into a seven-course meal. Who had time for that shit?

“You got a boyfriend?” he asked as he unbuttoned his jeans and backed her up against a tree.

“Not really.”

Again, didn’t care. But it seemed like a normal question to ask when making small talk.

He guided his cock to her entrance and sank inside her with a groan. He didn’t like the build-up to sex, the courtship and then the foreplay, but once he was balls-deep inside a hot female, it was bliss. A few precious seconds for his mind to stop thinking and recharge.

He started pumping, letting his body take over for his brain. He didn’t have time to work her up and get her to come before he did, but he had that covered. His semen would trigger a series of powerful orgasms that would last for fifteen minutes or longer.

She would be late getting back to her popcorn stand, and she wouldn’t care at all.

His orgasm ramped up quickly, searing bliss that built in his balls and blew up his shaft in wave after wave of ecstasy.

“Ah…yes...” He threw back his head and focused on the tension escaping his body and the sounds of the female’s climax.

Around them, the noises from the park grew louder, intruding on Stryke’s precious few moments of mental silence.

So much screaming.

Some ride must be scaring the shit out of people.

Weird. They were in kiddie land. Why would there be so many screams?

He froze. The human was still coming, contracting around his cock and pumping her hips against his. But all around, the gut-wrenching sounds of terror echoed off buildings. Through the gaps in the trees, he caught brief glimpses of people…adults dragging children and strollers, running from the direction of the carousel.

The carousel!

He tore away from the female, leaving her propped against the tree, moaning through multiple orgasms. Heart racing, he scrambled up the path, tripping over roots and his feet as he ran and buttoned up. He burst onto the main drag, colliding with a man whose face dripped with blood. Ahead, the popcorn stand had been turned over. People weren’t running now. They were limping. Crawling. Dragging themselves.

“Crux!” he screamed. “Chaos!”

Then he saw the demons. A half-dozen inky nightmarish motherfuckers with jaws full of razor-sharp teeth, Freddy Kreuger claws, and way too many burning red eyes.

Logan, Sabre, and Blade rushed toward the carousel up ahead, Logan armed with the blade he could summon at will. With an agile leap and a smooth swing, he sliced the head clean off one of the demons.

Way to go!

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