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His yellow eyes burn up at me as he rocks me onto his tail and against his cock. “Come for me, little pet. Come, now,” snarls as his tail presses up against the most sensitive part of my channel as his cock shuttles violently against me.
I explode into a thousand starry fragments, my pussy gripping and dragging on it with its pulsing squeeze. I can tell that Pashar likes it because he rumbles triumphantly, picking up the pace and stroking his long tongue along my neck between sucking nips of the skin there while I tremble against him like a butterfly pinned to a board. My orgasm threatens to shake my bones into dust, and I’m crying out against him, my fingernails digging into his scales as I anchor myself through the storm of sensations crashing through me.
My mouth gaping, I strain against his hold, my breasts pressing against his chest, and I arch into him, pressing myself more firmly against his dual instruments of pleasure. I gasp and moan with the tiniest of whimpers as his tail begins to plunge in and out of me in time with the savage rocking of his hips. His growls and grunts are becoming deeper, his muscles bunching beneath me as we rock together. Being rammed by both his cock and his tail, it doesn’t take me long to come apart again, my orgasm burning bright as it combusts and shoots through me. This time, however, Pashar’s big body stiffens beneath mine and I can feel his swollen cock jerk sharply against my pussy, makingme see stars as I feel the intense heat of his cum splatter against the soaked crotch of my pajamas, baptizing Hello, Kitty with the sweet, creamy musk of his cum.
Poor Kitty. The wrong kitty got all that goodness.
I go slack against him, and his grip lightens so that his hands stroke over my back and bottom, a deep, resonant purr rattling from his chest. His tail remains firmly lodged within my pussy for several minutes, allowing me to quiver and clench repeatedly on it as the last of my pleasure finally subsides and I shiver with a soft moan as he pulls it wetly from my body.
“Good girl,” he croon-growls into my hair, and I smile breathlessly against his chest.
I don’t know if I’m any kind of a good anything, but I sure as hell got my treat. And I can’t wait for my fill of many more come Halloween.
Chapter 22
Pashar
Although this is my first Halloween in the mall, I can already tell that it’s going to be trouble as the day draws nearer. It’s bad enough that the situation with the human creeping around the mall is unresolved, but every infernal thing wants to test my patience as the day creeps closer. A small group of young vampires slinks nearer to my shop with their eyes lit up with mischief. I assume that they think Fanny and I are easy pickings, but the moment I let out a true growl, they stop warily just outside the entrance of my shop and peer at me uncertainly.
Whatever thoughts of devilry that they have considered carrying out at my expense quickly leaves their minds as they drop back and hurry with preternatural speed from my shop’s entrance.
“You do realize that the whole point of the Trick or Treat Street is that we won’t be scaring the kids, right?” Fanny wryly points out as she pours an obscene number of sugary treats from a bag into an enormous bowl decorated with various smiling ghouls and witches printed around the outside of it.
“I promised nothing.” I reply, making sure to add an extra surly growl to my statement. “Besides a bunch of young, rabble-rousing vampires is the last thing anyone needs cruising through here. You are more the sort of treat that they are looking to nibble on—not what’s in that bowl of yours.”
“You really say the sweetest things, Pashar, but don’t worry, I don’t have eyes for any other creature of the night but you.”
Her giggle fills the shop, and I find my own lips tipping in a begrudging smile in response, my hard heart warming like that foul pumpkin pie she returned with the other day. Soft, warm, probably slimy—and utterly smitten with the little human female.
“Just keep it that way,” I grumble. “A vampire filled with human blood from their recent snack makes an even worse mess to clean up.”
Less paperwork, though, thank the demonic overlords.
She shakes her head at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You do recall that we do have vampiric patrons of the mall—even a whole shop that caters to them.”
“I’m all in favor of vampire businesses,” I retort. “It makes the food court lines a lot shorter when they can pick off their buffet from the humans wandering the mall before they can congest The Good Char. I hate lines,” I mutter. “Just can’t stand most vampires.”
Fanny rolls her eyes, a soft snicker escaping her as she heads over to tend to Chewy. “I’ll have you know that Velocity and Aniya are not only way cool, but they also treat their employee Amanda well—as in, you know she actually gets paid.”
Leaning back in my chair, my irritation with the bloodsuckers vanishes as I smirk over at her. “With as much shopping as you do with my coin, I can safely say that you are being more than adequately compensated, thief. Do not worry. I have nothing against bloodsuckers. They provide an essential community service so long as they aren’t looking to nibble off what’s mine.”
She grins over her shoulder at me, but her face suddenly contorts with surprise and pain as she hisses and snaps the side of her hand up to her lips. “Ouch, shit!”
I stand abruptly, concern rippling through me—and apparently my illusion at the way her eyes suddenly widen at meand then dart to the door. Right. Drawing in a deep breath and expelling it, I wrestle my control back into place as I stomp over to her and tug her hand away from her mouth.
“What happened?” The growl is barely out of my mouth when I see the telltale red barb from Chewy’s vine sticking deep into the side of her palm. Or what’s left of it. It has already begun deteriorating and finishes the process within a heartbeat, right before my eyes. There is no maybe about it. It is exactly as I thought. I rub my finger over the spot and glance up at her. “Does it hurt?”
A look of surprise crosses her face, but it is quickly replaced with a pleased smile as she tucks in closer to my side. “It stung a bit, but it’s not the first time. Sometimes she just gets a little overexcited when I’m misting her.”
“Yeah... right. Chewy has not done that to anyone before,” I bluntly inform her. As content as she seems to be with me, she has always erroneously believed that her life would eventually go back to normal. The time for playing games is now done now that reality is laying all the cards on the table. “I’ve had dozens of human and non-human employees, and the most she’s tried to do is eat them. Shelikesyou,” I emphasize slowly.
Fanny blinks. “Oh. Well, I like her too. She is a pretty wicked little plant.”
“No.” A heavy sigh like the bellows of a demonic forge leaves me. “With demons and entities in our world, it is not so casual. I suspected that this had happened, but I was not sure until now. She is already bonding with you. How many times have you been pricked by her?”
Fanny shrugs. “I don’t know. Once a day since shortly after I started.”
“Yeah, that would about do it,” I mutter. I’m both annoyed at how slick the malcante carried out its intentions and absurdly pleased by it. “So, there’s good news and bad news about that.”
