Page 21 of The Monster of Darkspell Comics

Pashar

I force a scowl onto my face and remind myself that I’m hating every minute of this as I watch Fanny put up the decorations that she somehow coaxed me into agreeing to.

Somehow—-ha! I know exactly how because my brain had been lodged firmly in my testicles ever since I woke up with the female in my bed.

It was bad enough that I’m enjoying her company far more than a demon ought to and have been fantasizing about her too far frequently as I imagine what her little body would feel like beneath me, but now that I have felt it, my brain is useless.

Plus, the damned bag she hid still preys on my mind, and Fanny is clever as a fox when it comes to using my distraction against me.

Even to distract me from my growing irritation with the unresolved questions about the human male creeping around the town.

It’s as if she is intentionally letting me stew over the mystery bag that I still refuse to ask her about again.

Despite that, I must grudgingly admit that she is not only a female whose presence and company I’ve come to cherish, but that she’s a worthy opponent—one that I desire even more to wrestle and pin down to have writhing beneath me in a mating hold.

My fantasies are turning regularly to vanquishing her in the manner of courting done by nightmare demons when they find the female they desire to nest with.

I fist my cock brutally under the table as she bends low to pick up another decoration, her pert little ass swaying in time with the music pumping through the shop. This is torture, and I know torture even if that isn’t entirely in my job description.

I bite back a groan as I strangle the feral part of my anatomy that is misbehaving but immediately release myself when her head turns in my direction to flash a brilliant smile at me.

I usually get off on watching humans scream in terror, and yet it is Fanny’s smile that is currently making me want to release in my pants.

I covet those smiles to the point of being irrationally jealous over any customer she smiles at.

I want to stroke myself and watch my seed spray all over her while she pants and smiles ever so sweetly at the droplets coating her tits and face.

My cock gives a heavy pulse, and I immediately unwind my tail just enough to rapidly shove the tip down the front of my pants and curl snugly around my swollen shaft.

“What do you think?” she asks as she takes a few steps back from the window, her dark eyes shining with obvious happiness.

I’m tempted to tell her what I’m really thinking, but I sink my teeth into my tongue, using the pain to refocus. The little vixen doesn’t need any help toying with me. Instead, I make an effort to tear my eyes from her and actually look at the display. A surprised grunt leaves me.

She selected several of my comics and set them out amid a curious little scene displayed at the front window of the shop.

I see why she insisted I drag the small table and old, velvet-upholstered chairs that I stole from a castle during a very brief jaunt in the 1600s.

A business trip, but one that I sufficiently rewarded myself with after delivering the commissioned nightmare personally.

It was a stroke of good fortune that the nobleman whose room I was kicked into had some very nice, very luxurious things.

I was quite happy to make a few choice selections.

Among them were those two chairs and the small ornate table sitting between them.

I also recognize the gold candelabra perched in the table and several ornately carved boxes that lay open, overflowing with all manner of items. The majority of them are cheap props that she acquired in the mall; the rest are very expensive ones that she took from among my belongings.

The cheek!

What they never possessed was the fake webbing that clung to them from cotton batting that I watched her patiently stretching for the greater part of the morning.

Nor the incense ash coating everything. That is going to be a nightmare to clean out of the upholstery, and I wonder which fiend in the mall I have to blame for supplying her with that .

Despite this, it looks... good. It looks exactly like a ghostly sitting room from a bygone era, complete with two plastic skeletons slouched in the chairs.

Horror comic books lay strewn on the table and resting in the hands or on the laps of the skeletons.

And there are more plastic spiders and bugs than I care to count.

Pulling my cock firmly against my body with my tail, I stand and wander over to get a closer look.

It’s actually quite impressive. And it ties the concept of the holiday to the theme of the shop.

It may even draw more customers to enjoy my nightmares.

From the corner of my eye, I can see the excitement filling her.

Now would be the perfect time to lie and tell her how much I hate it and just pop that joy so I can feast upon the sorrow and disappointment that would come rolling off her.

Strange how unappetizing the thought is when it comes to her. Instead of being aroused by the idea, my cock withers and my stomach lurches with distaste. I don’t want those emotions from Fanny. I enjoy her simple joy she takes in things—but only hers. So, I grunt and nod as surly as possible.

“Looks good,” I admit.

The squeal that comes from her makes me want to slap my hands over my sensitive ears, but I don’t have the opportunity because suddenly I’m being overcome by a little bundle of femininity hurdling against me. Throwing her arms around me, Fanny hugs me tightly.

“I just knew you would love it!”

That’s not what I said, nor what I implied, but I like her body pressed against mine too much to correct her.

And I like her happiness best of all. My tail grips hard against my cock as the beast surges to life once more the moment I breathe in her unique scent of candy and spice.

The rusty purr that rumbles from me is embarrassing.

I’m just glad that there are no demons nearby to witness it or hear her soft, throaty laughter in response.

I don’t fail to notice, however, the human staring at us expressionlessly from the other side of the mall, his hands tucked in his pockets.

Suddenly he smirks and turns and walks away, and I want more than anything to flatten him.

Instead, I vibrate with rage at the rules confining me.

It’s killing me. The fact that I have to wait for him to act first is going to end up getting my ass put in punishment right beside Dzik.

And that’s not happening. Most especially because I refuse to risk losing Fanny, but also because being stuck for a hundred years or more with Dzik is more punishment than I ever want.