then I remember Jerif’s words back in Hell’s Embrace—about how once Crux added my notch to his bedpost, he would drop me faster than a hot potato. Maybe Crux isn’t interested now that I blurted out my claiming in front of everyone. Maybe he was just in it for the chase.
That motherfucker.
I spin on my heel, ready to climb down from the fountain and stomp over to him, orgy be damned, and give him a piece of my mind. Except in my anger, I’m not careful, and my heel slips on the wet edge. I try to compensate by stepping forward, but my long lavender dress gets tangled up in my feet, and then I go pitching forward, right for the water.
I squeal, arms spinning, but instead of falling face-first into the fountain, my wings suddenly lash out on either side of me, and I’m lifted off the ground.
“Oh, shit!” A loud girl-scream pops out of my throat, and I can hear people below me cheering, like I’m doing some kind of funny fucking trick.
My wings flap of their own accord, lifting me up higher, making the bystanders cheer louder. I scream again when my body tilts forward, and I do a fucking cartwheel in the air, three times in a row, and then my wings just start doing loops.
At another terrifying loop de loop, my dress gets all tangled up around my waist and I nearly flash everyone. I grab my skirts just in time, much to the disappointment of those below me, and stuff the fabric between my thighs.
Without warning, I’m forced into a dive-bomb. I’d squeal again, but the sudden g-force I’m experiencing only allows for me to grimace and for my lips to flap in what feels like a supersonic rush of wind. The scythe nearly gets ripped out of my hand, so I stuff the thing between my legs and ride it.
Like a fucking broomstick.
Too late, I realize that I probably look like I’m the boss bitch witch, Winifred, from Hocus Pocus. A hysterical, is this really happening laugh pops out of me that sounds way too close to a witch’s cackle.
But you know what? This walking stick-scythe-broomstick has turned out to be fucking versatile as shit. It’s really helping my center of gravity right now too, so I’m not gonna move it, no matter how it may look. Instead, I grip the scythe in my hands, tighten my thighs around the middle, and embrace the fact that I’m Hell’s first Nihil demon witch as I lean on it for support while my wings continue their scary fucking joy ride.
I swoop right past the maypoles like a fighter jet, and I realize too late that I’m heading for the orgy, and my wings’ missiles are locked right on Crux.
Oh, shit.
“Wings…” I admonish, but they don’t listen.
I get closer and closer, and the wind is rushing at my face so fast that it’s blowing tears in my eyes. I grip the scythe tighter and try to tilt away, using the scythe like I can steer it, but my wings tilt the opposite way to ruin my efforts.
I body check him, clipping Crux enough to shove him off-balance. As soon as I hit him, my wings swoop me back up, going way too fucking fast, and I’m suddenly soaring up and circling back for round two of this fucked up flyby ride.
Crux gets to his feet in all his naked glory, looking around for whoever unseated him from between the thighs of the demon still on her back and moaning. Clearly, she hasn’t realized that no one is still fucking her, and I feel some sort of sick satisfaction in knowing Crux’s partner is faking the shit out of her pleasure or just getting off on her own.
I’m heading straight for him again, my wings and my laser beam angry eyes homing in like I’ve become an asshole-seeking bullet. Just when I’m ten feet away from clipping him again, he looks up, our eyes locking, and I realize that...that’s not Crux.
I just dive-bombed a complete stranger. Oopsie.
This dude has three eyes, warthog fangs, and apparently, a very similar back as Crux. Then again, I’ve only seen Crux’s back a couple times, so what the hell do I know? I should’ve probably made sure it was actually Crux before I went all Mission Impossible winged-style on his naked ass.
My wings immediately lift up, stopping our projectile, and I throw an awkward apologetic wave at him as I jolt