Page 8 of Scaredy Cat

Zach

I looked over at Stacey's sleeping form as I got in the driver's seat and my fingers itched to grab her, to pull her back into the shadows of the trees and taste her again. Bathe in her power, so willing to mix with mine.

But I had eternity to play with Stacey.

I had to take care of business first.

Stacey had no idea of the power she possessed, locked away inside that delectable body.

It was a shame, really. I thought she was faking it, but after the texts I read between her friends about not being able to orgasm and the fact she didn't set me on fire the moment she realized she was in danger proved me wrong.

She really was unaware, blind to the magic within herself.

Had her parents hidden her true nature from her?

Kept her from the truth? Didn't they know it led to her breaking down?

Up until now it had been sexual in nature, but it could have led to more physical defects.

Well, it didn't matter now. I had gotten through to her. I'd felt her power when I'd lapped at that dripping cunt, and I wanted more. I needed to consume it all.

I'd prepared a place for us, a large and private estate where I could keep her safe and all to myself.

It was perfect, secluded and remote. The family who'd lived there previously had been more than willing to sell and disappear when I showed up this morning.

They'd taken my money and run, no questions asked. Left that nice car here, too.

Centuries of existence–albeit mostly spent in hell–had taught me that money and power went hand in hand. One could always be exchanged for the other. And I had plenty of both.

I reached out, my fingers brushing her cheek, and she leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

"That's it, little witch. You're almost mine."

I put the car in gear and pulled away, my eyes never leaving Stacey's thighs where her cum still lingered between them.

The sound of the engine purred like a cat, matching my companion's attire as I watched her shift unconsciously, the movement drawing my eyes back down to the glistening proof of the pleasure my demon tongue had brought her.

I licked my lips, tasting her once again in my mind.

The night air whipped through the open car windows, carrying the scent of fall—a mixture of dead leaves and distant bonfires. It was a reminder that time was passing, the world was turning, and soon the hard part would come.

But for now, it was just me and Stacey, alone in the darkness.

As we drove out of the woods and passed through the neighboring towns, I kept a careful eye out for any signs of life. The streets were mostly empty, except for the occasional few on their way home.

I caught sight of a clock tower as I slowed for a stop sign. 10:03p.m.

My gaze flicked back to Stacey, and I felt a surge of possession as I noticed the way she'd moved in her sleep.

The position of her thighs as they parted was an invitation I couldn't resist. I reached out, my fingers tracing the soft skin of her leg, trailing upwards.

Her breath hitched, and she murmured something unintelligible, her eyes still closed.

The sound of laughter snapped me back to the present, and I realized we'd stopped in front of a group of kids. I stared at them through the mask, the glow of my eyes still engaged from being so ungodly turned on. They didn't notice, too caught up in their candy-fueled excitement.

I pushed my hunger down. We were almost to the house, and I needed to be prepared for anything. After all, I wasn't the only creature of the night out here looking to nab a witch, and I'd be damned if anyone was going to take Stacey from me now.

My beautiful witch, my little scaredy cat.

She had every right to be scared, of course.

Considering I was about to claim her for eternity.