“My body wants to mate with yours, and it has never had the desire to do so with any creature before. What have you done to me? I should not want you, and yet, I’m stirred. You must have done something.”
Taken aback by his admonition, the words I was going to say fall away as new words form in their place. “Maybe it’s not what your body wants, but what you want. I didn’t do anything to you that you haven’t done to yourself. I’m… not as powerful as you think…”
He releases me and practically throws me away from him.
I catch myself and spring to my feet. Without looking back, I flee the room and slam the door behind me.
Chapter 7
A Worthy Opponent
Sepher
Damn the human to my Hell and to all the others. I curse her under my breath, alarmed by recent developments.
I want to have sex with the little witch. I want to ram my cock inside her, between her lithe legs. At least my cock does, especially when her taste is ripe and fresh in my mouth and on my tongue. I have never wanted to mate before. The desire has made me restless. Parched.
It’s true, I need her to get more water, but now it’s for both of us. She must remain as hydrated as I am, if not more so, so that I may take my fill from her during the remainder of our time together.
But she has yet to return since I foolishly thrust her away from me in my overwhelm, and the sky is becoming darker and more golden.
Once again—and for the second time today—I am wondering where my human has gone, and why a creature such as I feels compelled to wait for her to return.
If she does not do so soon, I will have no choice but to go out and find her.
Although I can be quite patient when I wish to, humans have short lifespans and die easily, and at the hand of any number of ridiculous things. If I do not see her soon, I will have to assume that she needs saving—or is already dead. The alternative is that she fled, which makes no sense for a witch who has defenses of her own, even a weak one. She knows now that she has no reason to fear me. Though she might have fled for other reasons, as I haven’t heard a single sound from outside the door since her disappearance.
With these thoughts in mind, I waste no time testing how much the boundaries have weakened, sending out my fins and tentacles to poke and probe at them. I work on making the last of the feeble barrier unsustainable, wearing down the remaining residue of magic with willful jabbing, until there is nothing left to keep a fish contained, let alone a demon.
To my utter chagrin, the only way to follow her is to unceremoniously drag my body along the floor. I am glad, at least, to be able to escape from the overly pungent lemon scent in the air that not even the breeze has fully been able to dissipate. I am not a fan of scents, and certainly those from human chemicals are amongst the worst. I will avoid them in the future. It will be no extra trouble; I already avoid everything else.
I’m barely out of the room and am already thirsty, growing ever more desperate to be within water again. Drinking it is enough to satisfy me for a time, but it will never be the same as submerging completely within it. Water is my home.
Like Grace. Having her in my grip is satisfying in a primal way, but it will be far better to sink within her, water and her body alike, my own elements…
Yes, I could technically leave. Return to my ocean. But I am not yet done with Grace, even if she thinks she is done with me.
And unless she or someone else exorcises me, I don’t have to leave at all. I can embed myself in this world and go after claiming her soul. I just need to make sure not to hurt her, even by accident. I could end her life with a withering look if I were to let my abilities unfurl completely.
It’s a good thing I’ve grown so fond of her and our bargains.
My sister has taken human lovers and spouses. She always leaves them alive in the end, going so far as to keep them alive herself, then letting them go when she is ready. She loves them as much as she abuses them. I understand now.
I claw my body forward, hauling my huge mass down dry, rough carpet, groaning with effort. The fibers pull the moisture out of my skin and scales. The fabric abrades my flesh. Shifting from one side to the other, my cock presses into the ground repeatedly, all in an effort not to rub my unequipped hide raw.
By the time I reach the top of the stairs—alarm worsening at being confronted by such an obstacle—I say my first prayer to the Great Lucifer: that no one will ever know thatSepher, Duke of Hell, has fallen so low for the attention of a mortal woman. Respect would be lost in spades, and my prey would seek to bargain for their lives instead of surrendering outright. It would be a disaster.
I peer down the stairs, then back at my long, muscled tail. In this realm it is more of a hindrance to me than a weapon at my disposal.
Lowering my upper body closer to the floor, I reach over the first stairs to slowly slide my way down.
Every stepthumpsagainst my cock, making me groan with discomfort and frustration. It’s appalling how quickly the need to mate with Grace has overcome me. It has been a long time since I have been surprised by anything at all, let alone twice in such a short time.
One, for a human to have the power to summon me… And two, for allowing said human to live, let alone taking a liking to her.
Seeing where the wall ends in a railing that will allow me to look at the floor below, I cringe through the next two steps, dragging my body a little farther along, hopeful Grace will be just beyond and I will catch sight of her. Lurching forward, I release a hissed groan when my now very sensitive sexual organs smash the edge of the next stair. As I lower to relieve them and lift my hips with another hiss, a jangling noise sounds from somewhere downstairs.
Pausing to listen—to discover if the source of the noise is Grace—I hear a door open and close. The jangling sound from before loudens considerably.
