Page 28 of The Monster of Darkspell Comics

Pashar

I am glad when we can finally close up for the night.

Although I refuse to admit it to my mate, the festivities were surprisingly enjoyable, especially seeing the children weaving their little fantasies all around them as they raced through the mall in their various costumes.

Being a nightmare demon, I was able to see the trails of those subtle magics, and so I gently teased them in the right direction so that they may sleep well and explore their little adventures in the dream world fearlessly.

Something else I refuse to admit if my mate catches on, but I wager she already suspects some of my softness.

She keeps it to herself, but I see it in her knowing smile as we go about our routine, closing up the shop.

I pull off my mask and set it on the counter, happy to be rid of it.

It takes a little more work to unpin the tail, but that soon joins it.

I consider tossing the ugly thing into the garbage bin, but I look down at the costume and shake my head.

Humans masquerading as demons. It seems bizarre to me, but then perhaps not so much as I recall more than one devilish mask during the Carnevale in Venice, even in the midst of the plague.

I had worn one myself, I recall, before I traveled south to Florence.

I had stolen it from a vendor and worn it out of mockery as I laughed at the ridiculousness of masquerading in something so close to my true form as I frolicked among the humans.

I had boldly revealed the truth as I wandered among the company of many others who were similarly masked in the hope of going unnoticed by the rampaging evil, unaware of the actual demons in their midst.

Although the time of year is wrong, staring down at the mask brings it to mind.

That previous mask I had tossed into a fire, chortling with amusement but with little other thought for the mask itself.

I had not thought of it for some time. Strange that the memory returns so sharply to me now when, in contrast to this Halloween, that carnival bore no true delight for me.

This mask is a pale, ridiculous imitation of the artfully crafted masks I wore before, and yet this time, I do not wish to throw it away.

It is a novel feeling for me as I’m seldom one to keep mementos.

I believe that this one I shall keep.

Picking up my bag, I slide my work into it and follow with my supplies and tools before at last slipping the mask in with them all.

Dropping the bag back onto the table, I don’t bother to pick up the cloth tail that falls to the floor.

Instead, I head over to the entrance and pull down the grating, my gaze straying to my mate, and her little fake tail swinging behind her, as she bends to clean up a mess.

Lust hammers through me at the sight of her pert bottom rising into the air, even with that ridiculous tail attached to it, and a smirk curls my lips as I drag the grating down the rest of the way to the floor and lock it into place.

With a final shake to make sure that it’s secure, I abandon the entrance and slip quietly between the shelves, my gaze fastening on my female as my desire flares and fans through me, the curling with greater intensity as my cock throbs within my pants.

I’m unable to restrain my growl as I slide into place behind her.

She freezes for a heartbeat and then slowly straightens as tiny bumps break out of her flesh.

It is exquisite how responsive she is. My nostrils flare, dragging in the scent of her nervousness and arousal mingling together.

I haven’t moved even an inch closer when the lights in the mall click off one by one, plunging us into darkness, broken only by the glow of the signs.

I lean forward in the darkness and slip my long tongue from my mouth so that it trails along the sensitive skin of her shoulder and up her neck.

I can taste and smell her readiness, and it makes my cock tighten, and it rises in response, pushing through my genital slit, eager to finally claim my mate.

There is a dance of subtle energies in the air, their dance winding faster and more vibrantly with the season of the hunt.

I ignore it as I always do since demons do not involve themselves in the hunts of the fairy and other beings that take what is theirs in the waning months.

And yet, I feel aroused with my impending claim like any male who had secured a mate by the laws of the hunt.

It thrills me, winding a fiery path of pleasure deeper than ever into the core of my being.

I tremble, my hands shaking slightly as they come up to settle along Fanny’s shoulders.

I stroke her upper arms and drop my head lower to nuzzle her neck as I deeply breathe in her scent.

I could easily push my bag aside and fuck her on this counter, her pale golden breasts lifting in offering to the darkness as I bend her over it.

It tempts me, and I’m not usually one who ignores my temptations, but I will make an exception this time.

Fanny is right. We only mate once, and this time should be perfect.

So, I file that highly arousing image away to explore later and bend just enough to tuck my arms securely around my mate so that she is easily lifted off her feet the moment that I stand.

Fanny clings to me in reaction, her small arms curling tightly around my neck as she gasps in surprise.

A pleased purr rattles through me, and I hug her close, my nose brushing the soft skin beneath her jaw where her scent is the richest.

“I guess it’s time,” she observes with a small, nervous laugh.

I don’t respond with words, but my purr kicks up a notch as I adjust my grip on her just enough to scoop my bag up and loop it over my shoulder before curling my arm possessively around her again.

Fanny’s small body fits perfectly within my arms and against the giant bulk of my body.

She is mine, and I don’t leave any doubt in her mind of my claim as my tongue slips out once more to bathe her neck in more of my saliva that has become pheromone rich ever since my body began priming for mating days ago.

There is an extra something in it as well, and I know when she feels it because she gasps and wiggles provocatively against me as her scent blossoms with the ripest flavor of need.

Her nipples scrape against my chest through her shirt.

“Oh!” That word slips from between her lips as her body shivers against mine.

That little gasped word is pure ecstasy for a demon like me.

To feel it breathed upon the scales of my neck by my female, never has there been anything more erotic.

I am aching as I navigate our way through the portal, the sensory burn of shifting worlds rocketing through me.

Fanny twists and moans, her desire heightened by the energy-burst. I feel it too.

It catches fire to the heat rushing through my blood, stirring an inferno within me as the first hot burst of pre-cum spurts from my cock and smears against the inside of my pants, making the fabric rub irritatingly.

I drop my bag on the floor and shift my hold on my female.

I need to remove the rough pants and spare the sensitive head of my dick—for all our brutal strength and deadliness, our sexual organs are more sensitive than most other species.

Like other nightmare demons, mine is internal, but it takes little stimulation for it to extrude and cause considerably more discomfort with my mounting arousal.

As much as I need some relief from the overstimulation, I don’t want to release my mate for even a moment.

An impatient, clicking growl rises from my throat, the sound an entirely new variation from my usual.

It takes me only a moment to reach back far into my memories and recall what it is.

Mating growl. It is used both to inflame our mates and warn rivals away.

If it does anything for the latter, I don’t have a clue, but its effect on Fanny is instantaneous.

She jerks in my arms with a soft cry, a gush of her arousal spilling free from her as she trembles from the small climax that shoots through her.

It’s delicious and fans my hunger for her to even greater heights.

I can’t wait any longer! Clutching her tightly to my chest, I race to our room, my heart pounding with excitement in time with my heavy footfalls hitting the floor.

The layout of my den allows me to reach the room quickly and lay my mate on the bed, her bottom tucked close to the edge of the mattress.

She smiles up at me and pulls off her sweater, her small, delightful tits bouncing with the movement before lying back to watch me, her dark eyes shining with excitement.

Her hips promptly lift as I reach for the waistband of her pants, assisting me as I unbutton and peel them off her, taking her underwear down with them.

Her sweet perfume immediately floods my nose as I bare her cunt, and another clicking growl vibrates through me in response as my cock leaps in its silent demand.

I am eager to shred my human clothing from my body to climb over her and mount her, but I don’t wish to scare her, nor do I wish to use my mate harshly and potentially harm her.