Page 4 of Our Dark Winter Wish

Great.

I shudder and readjust my cock, which started to get hard a few moments ago in response to my Poppet Doll having a great time with the mutt.

Archie is at home fucking her senseless, and Shaw and me?

Well. We get snow. Bugs. And trees that I am sure keep moving when I’m not looking.

How do I let Archie talk me into this shit? I’m glad I’m not the only fool roped into this. Shaw is out here, too.

The snow is still falling hard, and I can see my breath in the air. Not that I’m cold. I don’t feel such irrelevant things now I have returned to my full power. If you can call it that.

I no longer collect souls, so I’m not as powerful as I once was.

But I am a creature of shadow, with the power to control and manipulate the bodies of others, with great wings and the strength of a demon.

When I’m not shoved into this skin suit, that is.

The only reason I keep this casing is because my girl is so very fond of it.

But this body I inhabit has goosebumps, and I can’t help but shiver a little as snow lands on my neck.

‘Are you good?’ Shaw asks, tossing aside a fallen log and searching the undergrowth with a sweep of his foot.

He looks up as I move my erection to one side.

‘Looks like you’reverygood,’ he smirks.

‘It’s not me. It’s her. I can feel her pleasure.’ I grunt as the connection continues. ‘She’s having orgasm after orgasm, and I’m out here hunting for critters,’ I complain.

I slap a bug that was stupid enough to land on my cheek and wipe it off in disgust.

‘Got one!’ Shaw declares, reaching down and triumphantly holding a caterpillar in his hand. He sneers before adding it to the jar of a dozen others. ‘And it’s red. We’re done.’

The red one wriggles around with the others, all a mix of green, red and gold. They’re the strangest of things, and I have no idea what Archie wants them for.

I stop beside Shaw, and we both peer into the jar.

‘Why the fuck do you think he wants these?’ he asks me, giving it a little shake.

We both flinch and recoil when they start to hiss and glow.

We look at one another.

‘I have no idea. But it better not be anything dangerous or kinky. I’m not digging these things out of her arse.’

Shaw snorts in laughter at my words and their severity. I mean it. I’m really not.

‘Ask Poppy. She’ll know if they’re safe.’

I lift my hand and peer up my sleeve.

‘Come on then. Do your job. Are these things dangerous?’ I ask.

I hold out my hand towards the jar. A shiny red and black head with beady little eyes appears from my cuff. A snake. The most deadly snake to ever exist. One bite from a Kedar delivers death in a matter of seconds, with your insides turning to liquid and seeping out your eyes, nose and mouth.

I hated her when she first appeared. Snakes have always made me uncomfortable. It’s the eyes. And the scales. And the slimy feeling even though they’re not slimy.

But I have become rather attached to this little snake. I think she knew I didn’t like her as much as the others did, so she was determined to win me over. Or make me as uncomfortable as humanly possible.

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