Page 30 of The Good Char (Soul Taker)

DZIK

She was beautiful when she was unconscious. And beautiful when she was taking my cock.

I cleaned her up the best I could while waiting for the wayward customers to leave. Intruders were more like it. Didn’t they know that important matters needed to be completed back here.

Possessiveness crawled along my flesh like maggots the longer I stared at her relaxed form. I couldn’t leave her here. I didn’t trust any of the other humans to not take advantage of my little carrion.

Bending down, I grabbed one of my extra shirts and covered her in it before lifting her in my arms. Backing into the door, I quickly looked left and right to make sure no one else was around. It was times like this I was glad for the construction beside us.

Quickly making my way to the front counter, I threw the ‘we’re closed’ sign on top and jumped into the vortex grill with my female safely tucked in my arms.

“Dzik. You’re not due to be back for another day. Are the humans consuming that quickly?” came Zychor’s voice.

I growled at him and shoved his shoulder aside with my own as I made my way to my original chambers back home in the mountainside.

Gently laying Kimmy down on my bed, I called for my old sprite companion, Fenia. The sprite quickly poofed into the room, flapping her necrotic wings rapidly.

“Have you returned home, Dzik? Is your sentence finally over?”

I scowled at the reminder. “I need you to take care of her until I can repair my flesh suit. Do not let her leave this chamber and do not answer too many of her questions if she wakes.”

Fenia’s head was practically attached to her shoulders sans a neck as she flew around the new specimen on my bed curiously. Straggly hair wisped around her as her wings beat faster and faster akin to the hummingbirds seen in the human realm.

Not waiting for her answer, I quickly left to find the demon who helped me pick out this flesh suit the first time.

A few questions and curses later, I was back to my intact human form and stomped my way toward my chambers to find Kimmy sitting in the middle of the bed, with her back to me.

I approached her cautiously, unsure of what she would make of her new surroundings when she squeaked and looked over her shoulder at me. The moment her eyes met mine, they shone with welcome as she scrambled off the bed and threw her arms around me.

“You’re back! I thought you had left me.

I woke up and wondered if I landed in some weird beach resort but then I realized that this looked more like a cave than a hotel.

I mean, a beach trip would be nice for a date, you know?

That’s what I thought was happening. But did we even close the shop?

What if customers are lined up waiting for us? ”

The only way to stop her incessant chattering was to kiss her. She immediately molded against me and I could feel my tail threaten to rip through again to wrap itself around her.

I ended the kiss with a nip on her lip and cleared my throat. “How long have you been awake? Were you taken care of?”

“Oh yes. Your little flying friend—a sprite she called herself, I think—was very nice. She reminded me of you.”

I grumbled. “I am not a nice person, Kimmy. I’m a demon.”

She gave me a beaming smile and got on her tippy toes to plant a chaste kiss on my lips deflating my puffed chest. “Oh, I know. I mean, it took me a while to figure it out, but I did.”

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion at her reaction. “Are you not scared, my little carrion? Do you not know where you are?”

I spread my arms with emphasis to our surroundings. The cries of human torture, wavering in the background as the volcanic eruptions threatened to steal the show.

She stood there, smiling.

This little female was proving to be more than meets the eye—if my true form had eyes.

“I know that you care about me, and sent someone to make sure I was alright when I woke up,” she nodded, completely oblivious to her surroundings. This was exactly why she needed a demon like me to claim her. She wouldn’t survive very long without one by her side.

“We need to get back. Come, Kimmy. The Good Char awaits its mistress.”

She let out a raw laugh and my tail did rip out again which only made her laugh harder as it wrapped around her leg and caressed her hip. When she cradled my face and kissed me, I felt my entire body expand and all that was left was my true form.

She pulled back and her eyes widened with a mixture of both fear and lust. My phallus throbbed in reaction and I groaned in frustration and annoyance. She would be the death of me at this point. The master would never forgive me for bringing her here if I got caught.

Her fingers began to explore my face, one that was striated and torn, melted away and reformed until all that was left was exposed teeth and holes where my human nose should be.

My horns itched with its freedom and as if she felt it, her little fingers grazed across where skin met bone, making me shiver.

“I’m going to need you to stay out of trouble,” I exhaled. “I shall return.” Needing to repair my flesh suit, yet again, I left her.

She nodded with a dazed smile and ten minutes later upon my return she continued to stand there, patiently waiting for me with her hands clasped in front of her like the first time she forced herself into my life.

Fenia must have found the black dress she was wearing that showcased her curves more than it should.

I would have to punish her for that later.

Grabbing her hand, I quickly made my way back to Zychor and his portal.

She squealed as I grabbed the back of her knees and lifted her into my arms. Maybe I just wanted to feel her arms wrap around me, needing me.

I could hear Belchar’s voice asking me questions about who the human in my arms was and a new emotion reared its ugly head.

I bared my teeth at him right before we leaped through and landed on the other side of The Good Char.

Luckily, no one was around. I pulled us both to the backroom and grabbed her hat, gently placing it on her head.

“You really are the perfect man, Dzik,” she sighed happily.

I scowled and put on my own apron. “I’m not a man, Kimmy. Don’t let this flesh suit fool you. What you see is simply what was required to blend in with the humans. The only reason I’m here is because of a sentence I must serve.”

She gasped and I turned to look at her.

Her eyes shone with surprise and morbid curiosity. “Ooo! I knew you were a bad boy, D!”

I rolled my eyes, a bad habit I picked up from the little female before me and grumbled as I pulled her out to the front and took away the ‘we’re closed’ sign.

Without missing a beat, Kimmy leaned across the counter, smiled and waved at the closest victims pulling customers in with her disgustingly happy aura.

Watching her cheerily perform her menial job and the smiles she brought to everyone around her, I had to admit…brought a smirk of pride to my face as well.

When we finished the last of the customers before closing, she looked over to me and winked, blowing a kiss which I pretended to catch and throw into the deep fry oil with pseudo revulsion.

Her laugh tinkled like a sweet melody and made everyone’s eyes turn our way, prickling my possession into overdrive.