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“Go where?” I ask suspiciously as I watch her toss the rodent to the plant quivering with jubilation at the sight of its meal.
If she expects me to just turn her loose in the nightmare realm, she can think again. It is not a safe place for a human to be mucking around. As it is, it’s risky taking even short walks with her when she is only leashed to me temporarily. It makes her an exceedingly tempting target.
Rolling her eyes, she fetches another mouse from the box. “To the game, of course. It could be fun exploring imaginary worlds. I mean—that’s kind of what you do here, right?”
I scowl at the comparison. “It’s not the same. Although,” I grin slowly and lean back in my chair once more, “it could be entertaining,” I admit. “I could spin such a nightmare that it will take their ‘immersion,’ to a whole new level of—”
“Never mind,” she interrupts with a laugh, tossing the second rodent to Chewy’s snapping pods. “Forget that I said anything. I think their game is immersive enough for them.”
I grin lazily, my wings flexing playfully beneath my illusion. “I can always just kick them into the nightmare realm and watch them scream.”
Shaking her head, she picks up the spray bottle again and spritzes me like a misbehaving cat before resuming Chewy’s daily misting. My uproarious laughter fills the comic book store. I’ve never enjoyed a vacation so much. The seed planted within my mind from Chewy’s bonding to my female grows rapidly, and I’m suddenly very certain now that I don’t want this to end. She has not only burrowed her way into my brain but has also infested my heart completely. There is only one way for this to go—and I’m never letting her go.
And thanks to Chewy’s bizarre mating instinct, now I don’t have to. I never told her when I would release her. There were no promises made—and now, it would be unethical to do so since she needs Chewy to survive. Sooner or later, I will have her in the nightmare realm with me, and then I can test the waters of allowing her to venture out with me, but until then I’m determined to enjoy the reprieve... and my female.
Nightmare demons don’t like others in our territories or dens. We don’t even actively look for a mate. But once our mate comes along, we are possessive fuckers who are so attached to our mates that it’s no wonder that we fuck enough offspring into existence that it compensates for the majority who never mate at all. Of course, a human can’t carry a demon offspring, no matter what their movies say—Fanny recounting the plot of The Omen to me being probably one of the most ludicrous things I’ve ever heard—but a human never stays human long when they are mated to a demon.
Sooner or later, they change, and I’m fascinated to see what changes eventually come. Because we are going to mate. Right now, it is merely delayed while I enjoy this little courting gamewe now play ever since she snuggled into bed with me and pulled out my heart with her little hands.
But it won’t last much longer. My testicles are heavy and full, and my cock is in a constant state of arousal while the venom in my fangs leaks continuously. Soon we will rut, and the first true hit of essence will flood into her with my seed.
And it will be glorious.
Chapter 21
Fanny
Pashar’s chest moves beneath my cheek, and I yawn widely as his wing unfurls from around me, letting in the dim light from the crystals that illuminate the room. I don’t bother moving just yet since his tail is still lashed tightly around my middle. It’s kind of cute. He never admits that he enjoys having me cuddled in this great big bed with him, but I can tell. Even that first night, I wasn’t in bed with him for more than a few minutes before his tail wrapped around me. What started with his tail had rapidly progressed from there. Now, the moment I crawl into bed, his tail is sliding around my waist to tug me into his arms, and his wings pin me against him.
Some might find it frightening to be pinned completely against a demon, but I really enjoy it. His heat radiates through me all night, and I’ve never felt safer than I do when his bulk is surrounding me in every conceivable way. It makes me feel loved and appreciated just for being me. In the dark bedroom at night, there is nothing else but me and him curled up close, raw in the most basic of ways as we find comfort and pleasure. Every night, Pashar holds me as if I’m the most important thing in the world and that, even in sleep, he can’t bear to let go of me.
It makes me wonder whether the tight leash he likes to have on me at the mall is just him getting a thrill from trying to punish me—which, if that’s the case, the joke is on him—or because he likes having me tied to him. It’s like it comforts him knowing that I can’t be removed from his side.
So... yeah... it’s cute.
Scooting up in his grip as much as I can, I press my lips on his large jaw, marveling at the softness beneath my lips despite its brutal appearance. A rumble escapes him, and one yellow eye cracks open and slides over to peer down at me. His massive, clawed hand grips the back of my nightshirt, and I giggle when he hauls me effortlessly onto his enormous chest. His width is so much greater than mine that my arms can’t even close around his sides to touch the bed. His tail slides up my inner thigh, and I squirm, enjoying the way his half-stiffened cock rears up and thumps my ass as a deep groan shakes him.
Pushing myself up onto my forearms braced against his torso, I smile at him and wiggle a little against his shaft so that the already wet head of his cock is rubbing against me. His eyes slit as he watches me, and his big hand presses against the small of my back, holding me in place as his hips rock up against me. If not for his hand, I probably would have fallen off him with the way his body rolled beneath mine. My tongue slides over my lips with excitement.
“What are you doing, Fanny?” His deep growl vibrates through me, lighting me up like a pinball machine.
I gasp and press against his thick length, suddenly hating my cute pajamas. The fabric does nothing to disguise his massive erection, but it frustrates my need to feel the full intensity of his cock rubbing against my pussy. And they just get in my way. Of course, he is as naked as ever, but it’s not like I’m any closer to catching a peek at that monster. Somehow Pashar always gets into bed before me, and the lighting is cast low enough that I never see him clearly or been able to take a good look at what he’s got between his legs. Whatever it looks like, it has girth and contours for ages. I shiver as he immediately thrusts up against me, introducing me to several protrusions that run along his length that I can feel but can’t see.
“I asked you a question,” he grumbles, and I lift my head to give him a mischievous smile as a fresh wave of lust sends a pleasurable haze over my vision.
Those eyes. They are so bright that they penetrate me. Hell, I want him to penetrate me and not just threaten it with his unhinged stare full of arousal. I’m sure I look like a doped kitten the way I’m scraping my fingernails languidly against his chest, but damn, he does this to me way too easily. The flutter of excitement within my belly just gets bigger with every movement of his big body beneath mine, shuttling the thick head of his cock against my entrance.
“I think it’s pretty obvious,” I point out with a lust-addled smirk.
A deep groan rumbles hollowly through him, and his straining cock pushes harder. “Temptation. You are playing with fire. Weren’t you ever told not to play with demons, little girl?”
“I know what I want,” I whisper as I stroke my tongue against the thick muscle of his chest.
His skin shivers beneath my mouth, his breath panting as he continues to lift his hips, thrusting against me, grinding against my pajamas—defiling Hello Kitty in ways that just delight me. Every stroke hits my clit, making my whimper as I cling to him.
His other hand grips my hips as he begins to rock faster and harder against me, bucking and straining between my legs as I’m brought down against him in time with his every thrust. A trembling spark lights within me, and it begins to burn brighter and hotter as he grunts beneath me. I wiggle in his hold, needing more, but the brush of his tail against my back makes me grow still with anticipation. Even my breath stops as I feel it slide into my pajama bottoms. I expect him to use his tail to pull them off me, but he doesn’t.
His sinuous, slick tail slides between my ass cheeks, dropping lower until it brushes my entrance and parts the lipsswollen with arousal so that it can glide between them. It is a deliberately slow sensation that is confusing when his cock is battering at my clit. The tip of his tail brushes the bottom of it, curling and thrumming as his cock grinds against me. I make a choked sound in my throat at the conflicting sensations. I feel as if my breath, heart, and soul are all being stolen at the same time I cling to Pashar and gasp. That gasp turns into a squeal when his tail suddenly slides just enough to reposition itself against the mouth of my pussy and press deep as it sinks into me.
