Page 22 of The Monster of Darkspell Comics
Not that he looks at me that way—or at least not as far as I’ve seen. He could just really have a good poker face. But it doesn’t leave me with much confidence. As much as I enjoy messing with his head regarding the Halloween stuff, I really wish I could actually capture his attention. I’ve been doing my best, but my best doesn’t seem to be getting results. Even wiggling my ass in the air at every opportunity hasn’t had the desired reaction. At this point, I’m pretty sure I could go tuck myself into his bed and curl up next to him in my Hello Kitty pajamas and he wouldn’t even notice.
I bite my bottom lip and smile. He’s never explicitly said that Icouldn’tsleep in his bed. He just told me not to dig through his things with my clumsy human hands. I have no intention of touching anything in the room but the bed... and maybe him if he doesn’t object to a cuddle partner... so, what’s the harm?Especially considering how surprisingly chilly his home is. Isn’t this the world of demons? I imagined it would be hotter. He has to be cold as well if his bedroom is as cool as the rest of his home. I certainly can use a warm body to curl up to or at least share heat under the blankets with. While sleeping on the couch with the bedding I was given kept me at a tolerable temperature, the chance of being truly warm and comfortable sets me in motion.
I don’t allow myself a moment to second-guess the questionable brilliance of my plan to worm my way into a more comfortable sleeping spot and hopefully, eventually, a certain demon’s arms. Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind working my way into his twisted heart either. I’ve never met anyone I’ve felt such synchronicity with. It’s likely why we are tied together by more than just the magic he has bound me to him with. We could be soul mates, or some shit like that. I read about it in Cosmopolitan magazine, and that is what I know I’m feeling. Our stars are aligned—or likely would be if he weren’t a demon and in a completely different world than the one that humans experience. Even though I’ve never been outside of his home, I’m pretty certain that we are in another realm, which is pretty fucking dope if I can just work up my nerve to look out at it again. I would give anything to actually be able to see something of it other than the dense fog that conceals everything. The fog would take some getting used to because that is kind of like being completely blind, but maybe bit by bit it could be manageable? But first, I want a closer look at that bed and, if I’m lucky, the demon occupying it.
With a little quiet hum to myself, I slip off the couch and leave the living room, taking a hall to its very end where a large door bars the entrance. The nob turns easily under my hand, and the door opens with barely a whisper of sound. The room is completely black outside of the strange illumination from several mounted crystals that give off a faint glow of light. It’senough for me to see by, so I don’t hesitate to step into the room. It’s lucky, too. I know from experience that they react only to magic, so I have no way to brighten them to make it safely around the room if he hadn’t set the lighting that way before going to sleep. If they had been too dim or darkened, I would have been out of luck.
Not that I can make out much detail, but I can see the dark imprint of the enormous bed and the bulk of the large demon stretched in the middle of it. Without hesitation, I tiptoe over, making as little noise as possible, and peer down at him. The rumbled fabric of the bedding is more of an impression than anything else, but his wide, sculpted chest is hard to miss as it moves rhythmically with every breath he draws deeply into his lungs. I lean forward, noting as I do all the empty space between his body and the edge of the bed.
I bite back a laugh. He’s not going to even notice me on the bed. There is enough room to easily fit two people on either side of him. With how firm the mattress looks, and because his own large bulk considerably outweighs my much smaller body, I doubt he will even feel the tiny shift in the mattress when I crawl onto the bed beside him. I just have to stay below wing level so I’m not sleeping on it. Not a problem. It will put me at an awkward crotch level, but I’m not going to be paying any attention to the beast while I’m fast asleep.
Adjusting my position lower down the side of the bed, I put my knee on the edge of the mattress and pause when the wing closest to me twitches. My eyes snap from his wing to his face, but when he doesn’t so much as frown or make any other move but continues to breathe evenly, I slide stealthily onto the bed and drop low on the open mattress to the left of his hip. I’m well below the bottom edge of his velvety wing and all the strange peacock feathering at its base, while still being far outside any accidental touching distance—not without a lot ofstarfishing going on. Curling up on my side, I wiggle into the blankets and carefully tuck them in around me. The tiniest sigh of contentment escapes me before I can smother it.
Oh, wow, that’s comfortable. With the weight of the bedding draped over me, providing instant warmth after being heated by Pashar, I’m forced to bite back a louder sound of pleasure.
I can’t, however, hold back the startled squeal that I shout when his large body suddenly moves. He is like a massive shadow engulfing me as he smoothly covers my body with his own. His hot breath stirs my hair, and I swallow back my whimper. Not of fear but of desire. A flash of intense heat is rushing through me as the firm weight of his body faintly presses in against mine. It’s not enough to crush me but to hold me in place beneath him. A growl vibrates between us, but then he sniffs me and the growl shifts, dropping into a rattling purr. It doesn’t last for more than a second before he seems to wake up enough to be aware of my presence, and it cuts off just as quickly as it started.
“What are you doing here?” he snaps, jerking me up the length of his body so that we are hip to hip as I lay beneath him.
I give him a defiant look, put off by his attitude. It’s not like I was trying to grope him or do anything pervy. “Don’t get your tail in a twist. I’m just trying to sleep and enjoy some of this huge bed you’re hogging to yourself,” I hiss back, undeterred and unwilling to back down when he has demonstrated once again—and very convincingly—that he will not hurt me, not even when taken by surprise. But it does look like playing tag with the demon will have to wait until he’s a little more receptive to the idea. That’s fine, for now I’ll be happy just to sleep comfortably. “The couch is cold and hard. It’s killing my back, and I’m going to end up sick if I’m not warm enough. Besides, I’m not taking up much room. So just go back to sleep.”
“Impossible,” he huffs. “You have no sense of self-preservation if you are crawling into a demon’s bed and expecting that nothing will happen except sleep.”
I go still and peer up at him, my heart galloping with excitement. “Are you going to devour me?” I whisper, sincerely hoping he will.
Though I can’t see his frown, I can feel it and notice the way his glowing eyes narrow. “Of course not,” he scoffs.
The sound of it grates on my ears, but I smile sweetly at him since I’m sure he can see my expression just fine.
“Wonderful. Then, this shouldn’t be a problem. Now scoot over and quit being a blanket hog or let me take a turn on the bed while we work out better sleeping conditions for me.”
It isn’t exactly what I want, but at least I’ll get part of the bed, and that’s something. I grab hold of the blanket wrapped around him and give it a tug. To my surprise, his hand snaps down onto it and latches on so tight that I’m unable to get more than an inch or two of fabric to budge. He rumbles in warning at me, his long tail snaking along my legs as it whips around us.
“Stop!”
His snarl falls on deaf ears because I pull harder until suddenly the blanket shifts and I’m aware of the thick bar of Pashar’s arousal bearing down on me. The grunt and moan that breaks from him startles both of us, and we jump, causing our bodies to crash together unexpectedly, his cock pressing against me. For a moment I forget to breathe, and he seems unable to move because I can’t help but be aware of the impressive size of his sex printing its outline against my belly. His tail swishes and curls, and I’m aware of the deep shadows of his wings flexing above us.
Then he’s gone. Settling himself on the other side of bed, he gives his back to me, his wings twitching with annoyance.
Perhaps I pushed a little too hard, but dammit I’m tired of not getting a really good night of sleep... and the restless need to explore a different sort of relationship with the demon. I push up onto my side and bite my lip as I watch the random movements of his wings. “Pashar, I...”
“Sleep,” he growls testily.
An unhappy frown pulls at my lips, but I fall back onto the mattress without another word. Thankfully, I am just as tired as I let on and although I’m disappointed that there was no mutually satisfying connecting and exploring that happened; I find that I am so comfortable that I slip quickly and easily into sleep as his tail lashes slowly around me.
Chapter 18
Pashar
Iforce a scowl onto my face and remind myself that I’m hating every minute of this as I watch Fanny put up the decorations that she somehow coaxed me into agreeing to. Somehow—-ha! I know exactly how because my brain had been lodged firmly in my testicles ever since I woke up with the female in my bed. It was bad enough that I’m enjoying her company far more than a demon ought to and have been fantasizing about her too far frequently as I imagine what her little body would feel like beneath me, but now that I have felt it, my brain is useless.
Plus, the damned bag she hid still preys on my mind, and Fanny is clever as a fox when it comes to using my distraction against me. Even to distract me from my growing irritation with the unresolved questions about the human male creeping around the town. It’s as if she is intentionally letting me stew over the mystery bag that I still refuse to ask her about again. Despite that, I must grudgingly admit that she is not only a female whose presence and company I’ve come to cherish, but that she’s a worthy opponent—one that I desire even more to wrestle and pin down to have writhing beneath me in a mating hold. My fantasies are turning regularly to vanquishing her in the manner of courting done by nightmare demons when they find the female they desire to nest with.
I fist my cock brutally under the table as she bends low to pick up another decoration, her pert little ass swaying in timewith the music pumping through the shop. This is torture, and I know torture even if that isn’t entirely in my job description.
I bite back a groan as I strangle the feral part of my anatomy that is misbehaving but immediately release myself when her head turns in my direction to flash a brilliant smile at me. I usually get off on watching humans scream in terror, and yet it is Fanny’s smile that is currently making me want to release in my pants. I covet those smiles to the point of being irrationally jealous over any customer she smiles at. I want to stroke myself and watch my seed spray all over her while she pants and smiles ever so sweetly at the droplets coating her tits and face. My cock gives a heavy pulse, and I immediately unwind my tail just enough to rapidly shove the tip down the front of my pants and curl snugly around my swollen shaft.
“What do you think?” she asks as she takes a few steps back from the window, her dark eyes shining with obvious happiness.
