Prequel: This Enchanted Demon
This Enchanted Demon From Cynthia Sax
The witch was supposed to be an old hag. Augustine trailed the obscenely short skirt as it twitched its way through the produce section. She wasn't supposed to be young, and beautiful, with high, full breasts, and an ass a demon could sink his teeth into.
Gloriana reached for a green pepper, her white blouse stretching tightly across her chest, verifying what he already knew. She wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples tight and taut and clearly visible through the thin cotton.
He groaned, his cock pressing against the zipper of his black dress pants. She was driving him stark raving mad.
She placed the green pepper carefully in her basket, her long, red fingernails skimming over the vegetable, swirling and stroking, and caressing. Gloriana touched every object that way, with a decadent flourish promising sensual delights.
She was a sexual creature, as Augustine was, and over the past few days, he'd come to associate arousal with her sweet apricot scent.
He'd never desired anyone as he desired this witch.
Her lips, full and lush and perfect for wrapping around a demon's throbbing shaft, curled upward as though she knew he was following her, wanting her, needing her, craving her. He curled his fingers into fists, digging his blunt nails into his palm.
She turned, her hair swinging, a sheet of blonde silk rippling down her back, the tendrils almost reaching her ass. Her hips rolled as she strode down the aisle, her tanned legs long and lean and bare.
Other men watched her also. The produce clerk sported an erection he didn't bother to hide, a moist spot spreading on his cheap polyester pants. An old man gripped a tomato so hard, red juice gushed out over his fingers.
A tall human male, clad in a dark suit, approached her, and Augustine growled. The businessman's gaze met his. Augustine allowed his eyes to glow purple. Mine, he silently declared. The man pivoted on his heels, and scurried away.
Augustine smirked. Humans were so easy to scare.
His smirk faded, as Gloriana bent over. The skirt pulled up and up and up, displaying shapely thighs, and the curve of a tight ass. He gulped air. She wasn't wearing panties. She spread her legs slightly. He spotted the gleam of moisture on her pussy lips.
In three strides, he could have her. He could clasp her hips, and drive his cock deep into that welcoming hole, fucking her in the middle of the grocery store while envious males watched, their cocks hard for what only he could have.
Not yet. He gritted his teeth, his balls aching for release. He had to secure a vessel first.
Then he would take the golden witch.
