Page 28 of The Good Char (Soul Taker)

DZIK

There was something terribly wrong with me today.

I was anxious for her arrival. I watched the clock as the hand slowly crept to the next minute wondering where the hell she was.

She was never this late. She was always here at least ten minutes before the official opening and it was already nine minutes til.

My skin prickled and my back tensed the moment I sensed her presence. It was the smile and look of pure joy on her face that made her practically glow as she made her way to the counter, singing a happy upbeat song.

Must she always come in so…loudly? I found that though she still annoyed me, she no longer agitated me.

She placed her hand over her mouth endearingly as she giggled, relaying to me her tales of saving tiny beasts from dying on the streets.

“Now they have a bright future. It’s all because of you. Thank you so much!”

Now, wait a blasted minute. Was she accusing me of assisting her in her good deed? This female is going to be the death of me. I was gonna end up banished in the human realm forever.

As I pondered what to do to counteract what happened, the hairs on the back of my neck rose as I watched her wave at a couple of young human males across the mall.

Possessiveness took over me and all I saw was red from their limbs being torn apart.

The last kill didn’t nearly satisfy my lust for it as much as I thought it would.

Didn’t she realize that the claim was already made?

She made it, for demon’s sake! How dare she tempt others when I was standing right beside her.

I walked up behind and glared in their direction, threatening to peel their eyelids off mentally.

My skin itched to take off their heads and shove them into Justin’s dough.

They must have felt the death aura I was sending in their direction because they quickly left the vicinity without me having to cross the other side of the counter. Good.

I needed to make things clear to her simple little mind.

Perhaps she just needed a reminder. I pulled her to the back room to give her a piece of my mind.

She responded by widening her large, dark innocent eyes but I wouldn’t fall for her tricks.

Not this time. No, this time, she would understand exactly who the master was around The Good Char.

But she had another trick up her sleeve I didn’t anticipate.

Her eyes fluttered as she fell forward and I quickly caught her before she could hit the ground.

Of course, her plan to deter my anger would work.

My anger quickly morphed into trepidation as I dragged her over to one of the folding chairs and lifted her onto my lap.

I gnashed my teeth at the situation, confused as to how we got here. But the longer I stared at her unconscious form, the more I was lost in her presence surrounding me.

“One shouldn’t look this enticing while unconscious, Kimmy. Your womanly wiles never fail to tempt me,” I grumbled.

Of course, she didn’t answer. I gently wiped her brow and pushed back some of her strands as her striped hat fell to the ground softly. Her skin was hot. I didn’t think humans ran this high in temperature but what did I know? Most of them were being burned alive back home.

Gently tapping her face, I called out her name to no avail. I could feel my flesh suit ready to tear apart as my vehemence over this uncontrollable situation coursed through me.

With a split decision, I got to my feet with her cradled in my arms and gently laid her down on the bags of dried batter ingredients. Making sure she wouldn’t fall off the mound, I took off my apron and swiftly made my way to the main area of Hellscape Mall.

I needed Pashar’s advice and aid. I couldn’t go back to the underworld with this. The other demons wouldn’t let me live it down if they found out. As luck would have it, Pashar’s shop, Dark Spell Comics, was on the first floor.

I made my way through his doors and he snapped his head up from where he stood behind his dark counter.

“What the bloody hell do you want?” he greeted me.

“I need your assistance. How does one revive an unconscious human?”

He tilted his head curiously without leaving his spot.

“And why would you want to do that? Are you having a problem killing humans now, Dzik? Has the human realm softened you? Are you developing some sort of dysfunction?”

I stomped toward his counter and brought our faces nose to nose. He didn’t back down from the challenge. His eyes bored into mine with the same hatred I had for him.

“I need to revive my human, Pashar. She seemed to have overheated herself on her way to work. At least, that’s my assumption. I also need…” I casted my gaze at his store and wares. “A book on how to coerce a human to stay with a demon.”

Pashar threw his head back and cackled and my hands turned to fists on top of his counter.

“Look here, you bloody stupid demon. There are no books on how to coerce a human to stay with you. You just make them! Did you lose your demon card while you were here?” He shook his head in utter disappointment and I snarled, biting the air in front of me.

He ignored it and leaned into my face.

“I suggest you get your ass out of my store, demon. There’s nothing that will help you here.”

“Fine!” I barked out. “I need to get some fleas, can you at least do that?”

His eyes sparkled as an evil grin broke across his face.

“Why, I may indeed be able to help you with that…”

I left the store in a sour mood. At least I was able to obtain some fleas.

I was going to find Kimmy’s little rescued beasts and infect them.

I was not going to be accused of being an accomplice to any good deed while I was serving my time here.

The master was going to see just how evil I could be and what havoc I could wreak.

Good luck adopting these stupid kittens out if they have fleas, I snickered to myself. No, that little female wouldn’t get me anymore years stuck here in this wretched fairytale land.

When I made it back, Kimmy was still unconscious on the mounds of batter. I put my hands on my hips, wondering what the hell my next move would be. How did one wake up an unconscious human? This was exactly why there needed to be a handbook on these matters.

An idea formed in my head and I made my way to the sink, gathering a pitcher of water.

This should do the trick. Killing two birds with one stone and all.

I did like killing and it was a demony thing to do.

I nodded my head as I made my way to the back room and splashed her face with water.

She sputtered and quickly came to. I puffed out my chest in triumph until I realized I could see her breasts clearly from here.

Thoughts of those boys coming back around to specifically see her in this state grated my nerves.

With a growl, I lifted her up with the intent on finding her another set of uniform to wear.

But I got sidetracked when her arms wrapped around me as she continued to gasp for air, pushing her round mounds against my chest. Something inside of me rumbled and I found myself nuzzling the crook of her neck, taking in her scent that has haunted my every waking hour.

Did she always have to smell this good?

“What happened, D?” she whispered against me.

My tail mentally swished at her little nickname she whispered in her sleep. Her voice seeped into my demon skin as if in a caress and I could no longer help myself. I licked the water trailing down her exposed skin and she sharply inhaled.

It was different when she was awake. Her little reactions made my ego inflate.

When her little hands began to massage my neck and head, I was lost. Our lips found one another and we frantically began to devour each other’s faces as if in a race against time.

I didn’t forget my mission and broke the kiss in order to quickly divest her of her wet clothes. Her eyes widened as her hands quickly moved to unfasten my pants and I choked, warring against myself if I should stop her or not.

Bloody hell. When her hand gripped my phallus with a strength I didn’t know she had, The Good Char’s master turned into a servant and we both fell back onto the bags of batter, exploding one of them into a cloud of dust all around us.

We both coughed and waved our hands in front of our faces, but quickly closed the distance between ourselves as our mouths continued to explore each other’s bodies.

“I need you, D,” she admitted with a tone laced with the same lust I felt for nights. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I growled at her command and quickly kicked off my boots, then removed my pants, freeing the beast between my legs once and for all. It wept against her skin as I divested her of her coverings, forcing her legs around my hips.

She cradled my face and our frenzied kiss slowed.

I didn’t understand why there was a shift and was desperate to get back to where we once were.

Nipping her jaw, I trailed kisses down to the top of her breasts, wishing I could be in my demon form to take a bite out of her and see what she truly tasted like.

This human tongue was lacking in comparison to what I could truly experience.

Since I couldn’t, I had to do the next best thing.

She squealed when I folded her in half and made my way between her legs with my face.

I slapped my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries before the other vendors could hear us.

If we were back home in the underworld, I would make it my mission to make her scream for the other demons to hear, but alas, we are stuck in the human realm for now.

“Open up for me, like a good little human. I need to taste you. I deserve it after what you put me through,” I growled. I wasn’t about to ask her for something I had already been taking at my leisure. But she didn’t need to know that.

She’s been nothing but a menace since she barged into my life. She deserved to be punished for it—awake or not.

She said something against my hand but I didn’t care to hear it as I dove my tongue inside of her and groaned against her taste.

This was probably what human addicts went through.

I didn’t feel sorry for them one bit. They did it to themselves the same way I did it to myself, night in and night out.

When her blunt teeth threatened to pierce the skin of my fingers, I pressed my mouth harder against her.

She was trying to rile me up, make me lose control.

But I would show her. I would show her that this demon was the most evil she had ever encountered.

Kimmy reacted beautifully to every pass of my tongue.

When I pushed a finger inside of her, she wrapped her legs around my head and threatened to break it with her thighs.

I took every challenge she threw my way.

Nipping and torturing her pussy, paying extra attention to the mark I left behind the other night.

She mewled against my hand and I trembled beneath my ministrations. Every time her body wound up and her thighs threatened to squeeze my head to oblivion, I slowed my torture. She began to cry against my palm and I gave her a wicked smile, watching her face as she watched mine with unbridled lust.

“If you scream, Kimmy. I will kill you.” Her eyes rolled back in carnal desire and my demon skin expanded in pride. “I want to devour you. But not like the others, no. I want to savor every inch of you alive and feel your veins throb against my skin.”

When I slipped my tongue into her again and flicked it upward, her body shook and she slapped her own hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to rent the air.

My body heaved as I lapped up everything she offered me in sacrifice and suddenly, an unexpected sound rented the air and I felt my physical tail whipping back and forth.