air touched the wetness. He arched his back and made another sound, this one softer and more like a groan. The last spurt ejected itself in a high arch. She watched his balls twitch and his buttocks tighten as they spurted his cum over her head and against the wall. The tail dwindled to nothing inside her until it was so small she could not even feel it withdraw.
He was gasping this time, he reached out to the wall and braced himself there and his legs shook. His huge cock deflated in his hand. When the yellow eyes touched her they seemed different this time. She blinked up at him in wonder. Then he was gone.
Chapter Four
Victoria soaked in her tub, the warm water soothed the residual aches from last night’s encounter with her demon. Cleaning the carpet and the walls took her some hours and she was late to bed. Demon cum left stains if not cleaned up right away.
She sighed and made the tiny flames of her aromatherapy candles flicker. She stared up at the ceiling of her bathroom and wondered what she would do next. She could travel. Now that there was no need to go to the office every day she could get in her car and go. Anywhere. She wondered if she could run away from everything. Last night had been exhausting, and though she had been pleasured, she could no longer look forward to her demon’s visits. Perhaps he meant to kill her, like he did Michael Brand. From Legal.
She glanced at the closed door.
Closed doors never stopped the demon. Was there a place he could not go? What if she stayed in a church? There was a cathedral two miles away. What if she stayed in there? She thought back to all the folktales she had read as a child, trying to remember if there was something that stopped demons. She knew about garlic and vampires, and silver bullets and werewolves. Holy water, maybe, and the big double doors of a church. She sat up, careful not to slosh the water in her tub. Where does one get holy water? From a priest? Victoria was not a Catholic. She wasn’t sure. Then she remembered a movie. A very famous movie from decades ago. Priests performed exorcisms. They were the ones who sent demons back to hell. Forever.
She slowly got out of her bath, her eyes on the door. She suspected the demon could read her mind. There had been several instances when she had thought of something that would increase her pleasure while he was fucking her, and that thing happened. Sometimes it was a touch, sometimes a lick, but she would think it and he would do it. She wondered if he was watching her at all times. What would he do if he saw her go to the church for help?
He would try to stop her.
She dried herself and fluffed her hair with the towel. He tended to come to her at night. It was morning. Maybe he slept during the day. She wondered if demons slept. She put on jeans and a blue tee shirt and brushed her hair. She slipped on her sandals and got her purse, all the while flicking her eyes over the walls and cabinets and furniture, looking for a flash of light or something to show that he might try to stop her.
In the car she kept checking her rearview mirror. Now that the demon had appeared at her old office building, he could be anywhere, be anything. He could be the man behind the wheel of the car behind her right now.
This thought made her stomach hurt. She knew that if she kept thinking these thoughts the paranoia would make her crazy. She might be crazy. No. The rape kit at the hospital and the somber faces of the policemen confirmed her sanity. She wasn’t imagining this.
She pulled into the parking lot of the church and looked in the mirror again to see if any cars followed her. No. She parked and sat behind her wheel thinking.
She could go into the church and sit down. But then what? Someone might approach her and ask if she needed help. Victoria covered her eyes. How would she explain? She could tell the truth. They might call an ambulance and put her in the psych ward. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. Would she be safe there? She suspected the demon might continue his visits,