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I shrug, leaving out the part where I spent an extra hour fussing with my hair and outfit while Mayor Prickle and the police chief stood outside the Manfreds’ house, where they’d kept me on lockdown for the last month to keep me from escaping my fate. So, they said I’d used up too much time for a proper last meal request like a death row inmate.
I wasn’t going down easy. I knew I was going, but if I had known I could have had a better meal by hurrying things up, I would have made different choices.
The water steams and bubbles in the pool. His cock grows, thickening to double the girth, and the tip expels another rush of red fluid.
I should be traumatized, but I’m not. I’m down. Bad.
I lick my lips and wonder if it tastes like hot sauce, or that hot cinnamon gum I love so much.
As my breathing returns to normal, I sit up and slide back into the water, because I want the heat around me, and I want to be next to him.
“They tied you to a stake,” he snarls, the fur on the back of his neck standing up, “on crackers?”
“Yup,” I answer with a sigh, the euphoria still making everything feel fuzzy and happy, but something tells me the people of East Gloaming might be getting a visit from Daddy they aren’t expecting.
I click my teeth together and smile.
Chapter 5
For such a massive being, he can move like a fucking jackrabbit.
After my peanut butter cracker confession, Demon Daddy launched himself out of the pool, taking a split second to right my bobbing form into one of the carved seats under the water, making sure I was settled before he disappeared down a blackened hallway like a stealth bomber on a critical mission.
He’s gone for about ninety seconds. I’m counting my heartbeats so I know, and when he emerges again, he’s carrying half a roast pheasant and a thick comb of honey on what looks like a solid-gold platter.
For a second, I want to ask what a demon’s kitchen looks like and how often he eats, since my understanding was that he only fed on fear every hundred years.
Now that’s what I call intermittent fasting.
My stomach interrupts my curiosity with another resounding roar as he settles onto the side of the pool, his lower legs and hooves parting the water as he sits on the edge, lowering the golden platter with the food next to his knee.
“I feed you.”
“That’s not necessary. I clearly am quite accomplished at putting food in my mouth. Fat girls know how to eat—” I nod toward my body, but he snarls, his lips peeling back.
“You will not call yourself that!” he bellows, the stone walls cracking in several places as the otherworldly vibrations of his anger echo around the room.
“Calm down.” I shake my head, the wet ends flicking against my back and shoulders, but secretly get that fluttery feeling in my belly. I love how stern and protective he is, even if he is the spawn of hell.
“You sit. Open those lips. I’ve been staring at them since you sassed me up above, and I want to know all the things they can do, starting with this—" He tears off one piece at a time and holds it to my mouth on the tip of a talon.
I do as he orders.
He’s been nothing but honest with me the entire time, so as something wild and untamed takes flight inside me, I’m secretly fawning over being treated like a little princess, even if my prince is a hairy, seven-foot-tall horned murderer.
I moan around the first bite, the bird’s salty, fatty goodness reminding me how hungry I am. He’s watching me chew like it’s the most important thing happening in the underworld.
“Did you hunt this and cook it that fast—” I crane my neck to look down the black hallway. “In a kitchen? Or…”
He shakes his head, his gaze traveling down where my breasts are floating like bobbers at the top of the pool of onyx water.
That hint of chocolate on his breath now mixes with a deep, primal scent. It’s not exactly animal-like, but it’s heady, intoxicating, and powerful, and I have this floating feeling I never want to come down from.
I watch as his tail swishes through the surface of the water beside him, sending lazy ripples lapping against the sides of the pool as it moves to the front where his cock is hardening as he watches me. The tail wraps once, twice around the dripping cock.
His tongue extends, lapping around his snout before he answers. “I have powers. I called the pheasant to me and—” He must see the horror in my eyes because he quickly adjusts his story. “It did not suffer, little one. In your world, time is linear. In mine, it is…more obtuse. For you, I was gone seconds, but I can speed up my movements. I hunted the foul, in a manner of speaking, then conjured a fire to roast it for you. I did what a Daddy would do. Now, eat,” he says, when I try to wave off the fourth bite. “You will need your strength for what is coming.”
I take the fourth bite and nearly choke when I allow myself to get a good, solid, close-up look at that monster standing tall between his legs. The cock is…impressive, yes, but it’s the tail that’s wrapped around it like a fist, moving up and down just like I’ve seen in a few porn clips on the internet that is making me salivate.
