Page 19 of The Good Char (Soul Taker)

DZIK

I inwardly growled. No, not the G word. Why was I continuously tortured by this little human female?

Hadn’t I been tortured enough, being forced to manage that wretched place?

How long must I live a life of serving humans with no end in sight?

There was only so much a demon could take and I was at my limit with all this goodness and happiness.

I needed death and destruction. Was that too much to ask?

Not only did this little female have the audacity to touch my phallus, she went as far as lifting her shirt up and showing me her flesh.

Was this a human ritual of some sort? Was she asking to copulate?

Her cackles were almost as bad as mine. I did get a good glimpse of the underside of her bazookas though.

If she was performing some sort of courting, I had to say… they were impressive.

What the hell was I saying? Was I truly entertaining the thought of copulating with a human? Haven’t I had enough of them during my time here?

But there was something about Kimmy. She wasn’t like the other imbeciles.

I narrowed my eyes in concentration as she continued to babble on, distracted by the sun in the sky.

She was simple, I’d give her that. Perhaps that was what made her so intriguing.

Pashar was another demon in the human realm I came across during my sentence at the Hellscape Mall.

He manned the Dark Spells Comic book store.

He’d surely have access to a manual about fucking humans.

I didn’t remember if fornication was punishable or not. I rubbed the scruff of my face as I continued to watch her animatedly talk about some bullcrap or another. I wasn’t listening, but I did enjoy looking at her face the longer I was around her.

She was definitely hard working. It was an admirable trait, one that was rare among the idiots that walked the mall. She would be perfect if she wasn’t so happy all the time and randomly leaked from her face at odd moments.

If I could just get her to shut her damn mouth.

“Kimmy.”

She kept babbling and I scowled.

“Kimmy,” I tried again to no avail.

“Blasted hell woman!” I roared, grabbing her by the waist and placing her against my side as I dragged her back into the mall through another entrance and to the back room of The Good Char. Placing her back on her feet, she looked at me stunned with her mouth in a little ‘o’.

It shouldn’t be as enticing as it looked. Her shutting up probably played a good part in why my hands landed on her shoulder, pulling her into me and my lips slamming on hers.

My hands squeezed her shoulders every so often, unsure of where they should be. I’d never kissed a human before but her lips were decadent against my own, hesitantly moving against mine.

The smell of her fear and lust made something grow inside of me. I enjoyed the fact that her little hands crawled along my shoulders, wrapping themselves around me as if I was the only thing that kept her from sliding onto the floor.

She let out a soft sigh and my cock strained further against my pants, wanting to make its claim right then and there. Surely we wouldn’t fit. She was so tiny. My phallus would break her in two.

Wouldn’t you like to see and feel that anyway, you debauched demon, you?

When her tongue entered my mouth, I groaned, lost in whatever witchcraft she was weaving over me. My mind began thinking about the consequences— blasted hell, fuck the consequences.

I playfully nipped at her lip as my tongue sparred with hers. She closed whatever small distance remained between us and my cock slapped against her through the fabric of my pants. She giggled and for once it wasn’t annoying me.

The more passionately she kissed me, the more I felt my flesh suit begin to strain against the expansion of my true form. I could feel the phantom sensation of my tail wagging back and forth and my horns itching against my scalp.

When her hand slid down the front of my pants and began rubbing in a circular motion, I almost ripped out of my skin. I kissed her jaw to give myself a chance to collect myself, breathing in her scent, memorizing it until my body finally calmed enough to continue.

I didn’t know who this female was in front of me when her little hands grabbed my face and forced our lips together once more.

The intensity of our kiss amplified to infernal heights.

Everything around us became nonexistent as I let the little vixen guide me whatever way she wanted as long as she didn’t stop.

Was this why so many demons found themselves not wanting to return home after elongated periods in the realm of men? I didn’t blame them. I didn’t know it could be like this.

I was completely lost in the moment when her hand performed some sort of demonry and made me unanticipatedly release in my pants. My eyes snapped open in utter surprise.

Fuck! I can’t believe I just did that. How is that possible? I hope she didn’t notice. I grimaced when I felt her wipe her hand on the back of my pants.

Blasted hellfires.

She broke the kiss and pulled away from me, looking at me from beneath her hooded lashes. What was this? Who was this woman? I felt the phantom sensation of my tail whipping again, but this time in agitation.

“I-it’s okay, you know. It’s alright. I hope that helps you from being Mr. Grumpy,” she giggled.

My flesh suit threatened to rip again. A growl escaped and her eyes widened with a sparkle. My nostrils flared as I took in her scent again, one that was surrounding me, seeped into my clothes.

I wanted her.

Despite feeling better from my release, as she put it, my mind continued to wonder where the hell I put that damn manual?

It was a prank gift from the other demons upon the first day of my sentence, sent with the initial crate of human meat. It was a hand scribed tome that dictated what I could and couldn’t do as a demon while on probation in the human realm.

This situation with Kimmy was precarious.

I desperately needed its guidance now. But I couldn’t let her know I was a demon.

Not yet. I left her standing there as I found a rag and cleaned myself up in the backroom.

I hadn’t had a release like that in centuries and my cock continued to strain against the fabric of my pants even after I resituated things.

This was going to be a problem. A big problem. And a demon like me, didn’t need any more problems.

I returned to the main area to find her still standing there, with her hands innocently clasped in front of her as if she didn’t just try to pull my soul out of my cock with her bare hands.

“Kimmy.” I cleared my throat and straightened myself in front of her. She needed to understand who was in control here and who was the servant. “What just happened, can’t happen again. You’re my employee and we have to keep this a business relationship.”

I was talking out of my ass and I knew it. I very much wanted her little hands on me again and her lips. I began to fantasize about what it would feel like to have her lips where her hands were…

“And I don't want to take advantage of your grief,” I gritted out, frustration leaking through my voice.

A wicked smile crossed her face and a tinge of fear coursed through me. I took a step back, watching her closely. She truly was sent here to torture me. The best and worst kind of torture. I scowled, trying to right the order of things between us.

“You aren’t taking advantage of me,” she purred. Where did she learn how to purr like that? “But I understand,” she continued solemnly. “From now on, it’s strictly professional Mr. Dzik, and I’m sorry for getting out of line.”

I was annoyed. I wasn’t sure if it was from the way she quickly brushed it off and followed my command or the way she initially purred her response to me.

My emotions and thoughts were in a jumble and that only further agitated me in my current state of being. We both stood there awkwardly. I crossed my arms and she watched the way my body flexed, making me puff out my chest in response.

I chastised myself. This had to end. This couldn’t happen between us. The demons back home were setting me up. I turned away and randomly began cleaning the counter top.

“Well, if you’re going to be here. Get back to work!” I barked.

She laughed softly and began sweeping.