Page 53 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
I go to leave, but I a hand on my shoulder and turn to see my dad.
“Lord Lust… you should pace yourself. While you did take in a great deal of miasma, if you’re reckless, you’ll burn through it faster than you think.” His deep voice warns from behind me.
“How much did I take in?” The miasma burns in my chest, thick and heavy like smoke-laced gold. It feels good… stable, and more than that, my fever is gone and my mind is clear.
“You took in enough miasma to keep your body in balance for a few months at best,” he mutters, adjusting the collar of my coat. “Use it sparingly.”
I don’t have to turn around to look at him. I just leave, knowing I won’t have to worry about that. I don’t give a fuck about being a demon lord or none of that shit. I just want to be where Jessica is… She’s the only person, place, or thing that matters.
I want to breathe the air she breathes, taste the food she likes. I want to listen to her talk about football and anime all day. I just want her… then after all of that, I want to bury myself deep in her pussy and lick those pussy walls clean.
The thought makes me shudder, getting excited. I can’t wait to shrink myself and live inside of her! Even the thought of what it would feel like to be that little and suckle on her nipples crossed my mind… maybe snap my finger and make her lactate a lil’ bit… fuck.
Fuck turning into a demon. I just need the powers… that’s the best part.
I hop in my car and call home on Bluetooth, checking the time, pissed that I couldn’t pick her up from the airport, but it’s all good.
I’m going to pick her up some flowers, dress her up all pretty, take her out on a date, and just listen to her talk about how amazing her performance was.
Then I’m going to rub her body down with a full body massage and pamper the fuck out of her and eat her pussy to sleep!
After that, I’m going to watch her media blitz a million times and record every word.
The phone rings twice before Randolf answers.
“Sir,” he answers, in that usual crisp tone like everything’s fine.
“Jessica home yet?” I question, but Randolf hesitates.
“No, sir. Lady Metchie has not arrived as of yet.”
“What?” My head tilts, eyes narrowing toward the skyline.
“Yes, Sir. From my understanding, her plane has not arrived yet. I have a car waiting for her.”
Quickly, I pull out my phone and pull up my Little Baby’s flight, number 3762, looking it over. It was supposed to land two hours ago. Delayed. No arrival scan. That’s fine. It could be the weather, or it could be re-routing, but then my pulse spikes. She’d never not call…
“Cancel the car,” I mutter. “I’ll go pick her up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I hang up and turn the car around, heading to the airport, checking the time and seeing her flight will be here in ten.
I cut through security like I own the place, because I do.
I’ve paid half of these bastards’ salaries through backdoor channels and buried deals, so they let me walk straight to the arrival gate without a single question or so much as a second gaze my way.
I hold up a sign with her name on it and wait as her plane lands and the people exit. I wait, and wait I wait… and fucking wait… Nothing. The last person gets off the plane, and my heart might as well be a ticking bomb in my chest.
I call her once, it goes straight to voicemail.
Twice. Same.
My jaw clenches, and I try again. I even whisper her name and try to feel her, but it’s like trying to reach through static. There’s a link, but it’s faint and very distant. I then try mini me, but again, nothing.
My body vibrates and feel my power spike, leading the intercoms in the airport to screech as my heartbeat can be heard through them.
“Ahhhh!” people scream in the background and I pant, sweating, until I catch a whiff of her that hits me like a slap.
I spin, ready to pull her into my arms, but I stop when I see it’s not Jessica, but that other bastard that clings to Jessica.
It’s the one who sent her that note and medical supplies to her hotel last time…
What was his name again? Doodoo?
He’s walking up to baggage claim, scanning the floor like he lost something.
He talks to a lady, then grabs something and exits the building, where I follow him out.
When we get a ways away, it’s like he senses me.
He senses danger, pauses, and turns spotting me and going stiff for a second like a deer who just clocked the beast behind it.
Immediately, I go up to him and the smell of my Little Baby gets thicker… but it’s still faint, and old.
“Doodoo!” I stomp over to him getting in his face, “Where the fuck is Jessica?”
“Y-you grace me with a nickname as fine as Dudu? Truly I am not worthy,” he sighs.
“I hear you, Doodoo, but as I said, where the fuck is Jessica? I saw you were at the media blitz with her so why are you here but she isn’t?” I ask, voice low, sharp, and he swallows.
“I… I’m only here b-because I forgot something on the plane l-last night… and as f-for Jess… I... I thought she’d be with you by now.” My aura flares, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“What the fuck do you mean by last night?”
“W-well… we ended the blitz and uhm… we all came h-home early. I uhm… I saw her when she got off her fl-flight. She looked happy, so I thought she was going to see you…”
“How the fuck did you know she was going to see me?”
“I uhm… I only ever see her smile l-like that when she’s with you,” Doodoo utters quickly.
“She was typing on her phone and smiling, so I thought it was you.” His words slice through me like glass.
She came home last night? I scroll through my phone, looking through every single camera, but nothing. I’d already called home, and nothing…
“What the fuck more do you know?!” I grab him by the collar, slamming him against the nearest wall and that son of a bitch cracks, forcing Doodoo’s hands go up, swallowing hard. Damn… this mother fucker is sturdy. I didn’t mean to put so much into it, but I thought I killed him.
“I swear, I don’t know! I thought she was going to you!” He shakes, fearful, not even trying to fight back.
“Are you fucking lying to me!? Her scent still lingers on your skin!” I growl, feeling my power flicker.
“N-no! I would ever!” he stammers. “I’d never disrespect Lord Lust’s woman, I swear it!
” Wait, Lord Lust? The only people who call me that are…
Something cracks and it’s as if his body morphs, or rather, it’s as if he drops an illusion.
Suddenly, Doodoo’s innocent playful energy is gone and is replaced with something older. Sharper, clearer, refreshing, yet dark…
In hell, I’d seen more than a few of them. They were devoted in their worshiping of the seven sins, always going to those weird ass statues of us praying for our good health and shit. Weirdos… those damn dark elves.
His skin is pale brown and unblemished. His ears and long and pointed, eyes glowing a soft, mossy green and his hair slightly longer, fuller, and shinier. He looks like he’s loved by nature, and I can tell he’s just like those fucking cultist bastards in seventh hell.
I can sense his reverence and devotion for the seven sins. Next to him, my power is stronger, simply because he and his people worship the seven sins as gods.
“Milord, I… I would never harm her,” he says again, hands trembling now. “Never… on my staff, the mother tree, and my people.”
“Yeah yeah, swear on your dick all you want, but listen here, Keebler. Did she tell you where she was going?”
“My what? A-anyway, after the th-three of us got back we all parted ways.”
“The three of you?” I glare at him, releasing him, and he stands at attention. “What do you mean?”
“Me, Jessica, and Tek, we all left e?—”
That’s it! That fucking booty juice smelling bastard!
I turn away and head straight to his house and Doodoo follows behind me, shifting back to his human form.
“Milord… if you’re going to find Tek, he’s not at his house…” He stops me with that revelation.
“Then where the fuck is he?”
“I don’t know. Lately Tek’s energy has been weird… he and I used to be b?—”
“SPARE ME THE FUCKING DETAILS AND TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK HE IS!” I shout.
“Last I felt him, he was heading to the woods before his aura disappeared. Actually… now that I think about it…” he closes his eyes and I see a green flash behind his eyelids as he cocks his head, frowning. “The trees… they say they saw him and a woman… th?—”
I snatch him up, having heard enough, masking us in a cloak of invisibility and flapping out my wings before I torpedo into the air.
“WHERE?!” I growl. He points and I fly in that direction, holding onto his collar. Hold on, Little Baby… I’m coming.