Sable’s been messing with me all night, and now she thinks it’s a good idea to run? When she knows what that does to me? My cock doesn’t appreciate the teasing. As soon as I saw her in that goddamn little outfit, I was screwed—she’s burying herself under my skin and making me want to rip every scrap of material from her body and devour her.
The corridor shrinks as my body morphs with each slow and careful step—shifting between demon and human form used tobe painful, but now it happens without flinching. My humanlike skin splits, my hair growing even darker.
At a leisurely pace, I follow the scent that’s growing more and more apparent. My dead girl is nearby. She’s hiding in one of these rooms while my horns grow, bloodred protruding from my hairline. Fangs pierce through my gums, and my spiked tail whips out, swinging side to side, knocking a photo frame off the wall so it smashes on the floor.
When I shifted into this demon form for the first time, it hurt, like I was slowly dying. But the guards forced me to do it over and over again, until it stopped making me feel like I was on fire. My skin is thicker—a blade can hardly cut through one layer—and my nails are as pointed as a sword. Perfect for those times Tidus wants to fight with me when he’s having a bad day.
The tips of my nails drag across the wall, ripping the horrendous wallpaper, my pulse hammering in my neck as I stop at the last door on the left.
I swallow, hearing her heavy breaths traveling through the wooden door, and I can tell she’s covering her mouth to try to hide each one that slips past those lips that will very likely be around my cock one day.
If not now.
This isn’t done yet. I haven’t had my fill; the excitement of hearing her scream and run for her life.
Tor’Oth be damned, one last movement won’t summon one of them here to drag me to Hell.
I teleport through the door and appear behind her. She freezes, and fuck do I want to grab her by the throat and force her to her knees. She’d likely die again if she even attempted to swallow every inch of my demon dick, but getting to know her as I have, I’m sure she’d try to deepthroat the full thing just to spite my ego, and that just makes me angrier.
Sable wants me to chase her. And I will. I’ll make her beg me to fuck her too. To admit that, despite our hatred for each other, we need to get this out of our system and focus on breaking the curse trapping us here.
“Why aren’t you running again, little dead girl?”
The words don’t come out soft or humanly. No. I tower over her, and my voice is deeper, rumbling around the room and vibrating through the floorboards. Her breathing picks up speed, her arousal leaking from her and reaching my nose.
She smells divine. Addictive. Delicious. I swallow the scent, and my dick twitches.
Sable slowly glances over her shoulder, eyes sliding upward until they reach my own before they widen. The gasp that leaves her mouth makes me harder than a goddamn rock; her pupils dilate in both fear and from her arousal.
Even when she’s terrified, she’s hot.
Stepping back from me, she allows her gaze to lower to my torso—which has also grown in size—my waist, down to my feet and back up to my face. Is she intrigued? Scared? Does she find me ugly like this?
Going by the way her breathing speeds up and her essence drips onto her panties, I highly doubt it’s the latter.
She still wants me.
Good. This would be awkward if she was actually terrified I was going to eat her for dinner and not for pleasure.
She gulps, and I step forward, causing her to back away.
Words fail her.
But she doesn’t need to say anything—I feel everything she’s feeling.
Terrified yet intrigued. Scared, but the need to reach up and touch a horn is high—I can tell by the way she’s eyeing them. I’d let her if she tried. I’d probably come within seconds if she did.
My hand reaches up, and her gaze widens further as my claw glides down the side of her throat, scraping her fluttering pulse. The swells of her breasts rise with every ragged breath, and it takes more strength than I thought possible to stop myself from tearing her dress down to see what they’d look like in my hands.
“Run or I’ll rip your boyfriend to shreds and let Tidus have his fun with the rest.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Good. Because I don’t share, Sable.”
The words shock me as much as they shock her.
“Share?” Her lips part.
