I always hated waiting for them to put up the walls before I could sneak inside them. I have to wait outside until they’re done, keeping away from wandering eyes.
Jackal sits beside me, observing me while I observe the small world outside my walls. Sometimes, I wish I could join them. But it’s safer that I stay behind the walls. The less they know about me, the easier my job.
Something tells me they wouldn’t be so accepting of me if they knew I’d prefer to lurk behind the walls. That makes people uncomfortable—knowing someone can see you when you can’t see them. Personally, I wouldn’t mind.
A rush of heat slides through my body when I think about one of my henchmen behind the walls, watching me execute a demon. Watching me paint myself in their blood and then touch myself. Maybe next time, we’ll try that.
I love my henchmen. But I get lonely, still. I see friendships like Jennifer’s and Sarah’s—fake as it was—and feel a bit of jealousy. What would my life be like if I had someone to spend time with? Do girl things with when I want to get away from men.
Would they be accepting of my mission? Possibly even lure them in? It wouldn’t hurt to have another woman on the outside, to lure all the evil men in. Not that all evil people are men, but the majority that come through my house happen to be.
I sigh. Jennifer and Sarah are gone now. With Satan’s Affair travelling all around the country, they hire a set of people in each location. Cheaper, they say. A lot of the employees return every year, though, providing me with familiar faces. They get paid good money, I’ve heard, and working at Satan’s Affair is an honorable position.
I shiver again, a draft wafting in from the open front door. My costume doesn’t provide much warmth, and they’re going in and out so often that I can’t warm up.
“Want me to warm you up?” Jackal asks. I glance over, seeing him rub his hard dick beneath his trousers. I bite my lip, contemplating.
My men are hard to resist. How could I say no? But… I really should keep an eye on things…
“Guests won’t arrive for another twenty minutes,” Jackal reminds, seeming to sense that I need convincing. He knows I’m a control freak.
“It’s so hard to be quiet though,” I argue lightly.
Nothing’s happening out there. Nothing important, anyway.
“Get over here, Sibby. Right now.”
I squeeze my thighs, my pussy throbbing in response to his sharp command. With a resigned sigh, I pull away from the wall and walk over to Jackal. He stands before I can sit on his lap and signals me to sit on the chair ins
tead.
Just last night, Gary was sitting on this chair, petrified and knowing his life was precariously close to ending. The reminder causes the juncture between my thighs to grow slick.
Ugly as he was, the fear on his face was just so… cute.
“Spread your legs,” he commands softly, bringing me back to the present.
Tentatively, I open my legs wide for him, baring my pussy. My breath is short, and my cunt throbs beneath his ravenous stare, already anticipating what he’s going to do to me. How good he’s going to make me feel.
“You have to be quiet,” Jackal reminds, dropping to his knees. His swipes his nose through my slit, inhaling as he goes. Fake blood drips from his wide mouth, and the sight reminds me of when I was covered in Gary's blood while he fucked me from behind.
“You smell so good,” he groans. I feel a blush creep into my cheeks. A nervous giggle escapes as I shift beneath him. Jackal has always been the most intimidating out of the bunch, even more so than Cronus. Something about the way he walks and talks, the way he carries himself, makes people feel like he’s a walking weapon. Quick to strike and capable of killing you in a matter of seconds. I can’t lie and say he doesn’t intimidate me a little, too.
Hot breath fans across my sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on my flesh.
“Jackal,” I whisper harshly, growing impatient. Yellow eyes peek up at me, a devious smile on his handsome face. Blood spreads across my pussy, but he pays it no mind. We both love it when I’m soaked with blood.
My heart races and I shiver beneath his stare.
I can’t help it when he’s looking up at me like that—like a God coming home from a bloody, brutal war and finding his wife waiting for him in bed. All my men are handsome, despite the grotesque make up, and Mortis’s and Baine’s lanky statures. But it’s one of the reasons the fair lets them travel along. They draw people in as much as they chase them away.
Like a snake, his tongue slithers out, licking me once before the delicious muscle disappears back into his mouth. I shudder, nearly jumping when his tongue snakes back out again. Right as I open my mouth to berate him again, he closes his mouth over my clit.
My eyes roll, and my mouth opens. It takes strength I didn’t know I possessed to keep my moan from bursting out of me. Sensing my turmoil, Jackal narrows his eyes.
“I’ll stop if you make a noise,” he threatens, the words hummed around my sensitive nerves. I jerk beneath his touch when he flicks out his tongue once more.
Choppily, I nod my head. My straight teeth sink into my bottom lip, trapping it in my mouth and sucking in harshly.