Sepher
Humans.
My sister has often told me how notoriously prudish humans are. I can’t believe she was right. Grace avoided looking at the most important part of me until she couldn’t. Until I made sure she couldn’t. Because the more she shrank from seeing my cock, the more I wanted her to.
And the more eager I became to have her attention on me—and only me—the more willing I became to tell her things I shouldn’t. Like my name.
I should be pleased I had gotten her to look, but my annoyance at my sister being right about anything dampens my mood. Though I am beginning to understand something about her that I never have before… why she always returns to this realm when she too has an endless ocean all her own.
Humans can be entertaining, apparently. At least my human is.
My human…?
As the confusing thought floats through my head, my muscles spasm uncomfortably, reminding me of the lack of water around me and the weaker I am becoming.
“You’re right.” Grace’s eyes meet mine, her surprised expression from before shuttering. “There’s nothing holy about you.” Her voice comes out barely louder than a whisper.
I nod and curl my fins upward. “We agree. Good.”
She lets out a small, dry laugh. “Yeah, we agree.” There is redness over the skin of her cheeks and neck that was not there a minute ago. Pondering it and wondering if it has something to do with my lack of humanity, I reach out to touch her.
Her brows furrow slightly and she draws back just as my fingers sink into what feels like a thick, silky blanket. I pull my hand away from the circle's border and squint at her. “I have no intention of hurting you. Did you like what you saw?”
“What?” she asks, then her brows furrow deeper as understanding of my meaning dawns, making her cross her arms. “I’m… indifferent.”
She looks away. The blush upon her skin deepens.
Hmmmm.
Red is not a color I see outside of a hunt. It is lovely upon her. Though I prefer her blood remain inside her to color her skin this lighter shade, I wouldn’t mind tasting it someday. Sliding my gaze over her body again, I find my own body tightening, making it hard for me to flex my tail.
It’s because of the witch.
The human, Grace, is formed nicely. Very nicely. Her parents did well in choosing each other as worthy breeding partners. I had a good look at her upon my arrival—though her face had mostly been covered by her hands or her loose shirt—and found her long legs and dark hair captivating. Now that she’s free ofthe circle's effects and her features are unconcealed before me, I appreciate her beauty even more.
However, I do not appreciate that she is no longer plastered under my body, forced to give me what I want…Her water.I shiver at the memory of it—her body’s flavorful nectar.
Reminded of her delicious flavor, I bite my tongue to stop the groan that wants to escape. Having had a taste of her, and put her appearance to memory, I know she and this place will remain with me for countless millennia to come. She has done something to me that is more than just unexpected, it’s cruel. She’s unknowingly given me something to crave.
“You seem to be entirely indifferent to me while I am far from indifferent to you.” I watch as my words sink in and the hint of worry in her expression grows. “You’ve caught my attention, and the attention of a demon is not easily sated.”
“What does that mean?” Her voice is soft again as she takes another small step back.
“It means that regardless of how you answer—even though the lies you say are easily heard in your words—I now want more from you. As a being such as myself often does.”
She raises her hand at me. “Stop! Just stop.” But her cheeks are now full-blown ruby red and her breaths are short as she continues, “I need you out of here today for the house to be ready by tomorrow afternoon! Whatever you want doesn’t matter. I need you to get out of here and my life.”
“Fine.” I smile at her. “It doesn’t matter.”My cock hardening for her has flustered her deliciously.I barely keep my smile from forming into a grin. “If you want me gone, you need to finish breaking the circle. That is the only way.” Not so much a lie as a… half-truth.
Her mouth closes. She blinks and then nods. “Fine. If that will lift the restraints on your ability to leave. But I don’t trust you to not just walk out and cause havoc or hurt me. I wantyour promise to leave me and everyone and everything in my life alone once the seal is broken.”
“What do I get in return? I could just wait until the seal fades. Hurting the things you care about is beneath my interest. I will easily agree to that for?—”
“Water, right?”
I cannot prevent my grin this time, nor running my tongue across my fangs in anticipation. “Yes… Water.”
She grabs the cup from the floor and jumps to her feet, heading straight for the side room where the sound of running water soon breaks the silence. A moment later she’s kneeling beside me once more with the full cup in her hand. “Here,” she says, setting it down before backing away—slightly less far than last time.
