Chapter 3—The First Touch

Xorgor

I’d fucking lost my family ring.

After Maxine closed the Dead Candle Tavern, I uncloaked myself and searched every inch of that place. It had to have fallen off when I tried to make a quick escape as she mopped. But it wasn’t here. Not anywhere.

Which meant that Maxine must’ve had it. Maybe she had found it and taken it. Did she plan on using it to get some coin? Blackmail? Why the hell would she have taken it home? There was a lost-and-found box behind the counter.

I needed to get the ring back before returning home.

When I reached the house that she owned, just on the outskirts of Durnbone, I grasped the familiar door handle. I wasn’t obsessed with her—that was what I told myself—but I had been here more than once.

I usually followed her home when she worked late to make sure she got in safe. The people who frequented The Dungeon down the street from the tavern weren’t known to be nice.

Slipping through one of the back doors that she had forgotten to lock again, I cloaked myself in magic and wandered through her old home. Most of the furniture was covered with plastic, as if it hadn’t been used in months. Cobwebs hung in the corners of the room.

Her purse and work pants lay on the ground in the middle of the living room. I rummaged through her purse and found a couple of old coins and a picture of some girl I had never seen in Durnbone before.

After slipping my hand into her pants pocket, I found the ring. I blew out a deep breath and slipped it around my finger, then placed her pants down where I had found them. I didn’t know why the thing was so important to me.

Fuck that, I knew.

One day, I hoped that I would have a shot at the demon throne. I could only get on it with this.

The black, red, and gold glimmered in the moonlight, shining brightly around my thick finger.

Suddenly, Maxine screamed from her bedroom upstairs. Without hesitation, I sprinted up the stairs and into her bedroom, stopping completely when I spotted her on the bed with her legs spread and a vibrating dildo plunged into her bare pussy.

A grunt escaped my mouth, my cock growing hard.

Maxine froze. “I-is anyone there?” she whimpered, glancing nervously around the room.

I ground my jagged teeth together and tried to convince myself to leave, to walk out of the house and to not look back. But I found myself moving closer to the bed, crawling up onto it with her.

Even in the comfort of her own home, even while she was naked, she clutched a thin white sheet over her chest. As if she didn’t want anyone in this house to see underneath it. As if she didn’t want to see underneath it herself.

The bed creaked, but Maxine didn’t notice as she went back to pleasuring herself and turned up the vibrations. I sat between her legs, my cock throbbing at the sight of her pussy. I wanted nothing more than to take her. I had been dreaming about this night for fuck knew how long.

She lay back against the mattress, spreading her legs even wider and holding the vibrating dildo in her pussy. Desperate to touch her, I slipped my fingers into her snug pussy right against the vibrator so she wouldn’t suspect a thing.

I moved my fingers in a way that a vibrator never could, massaging her G-spot until her pussy was crying all over me. She pressed her head harder against the pillow, eyes rolled back and lower back arched.

“Fuck,” she moaned, pulling her legs up into the air and showing me her pussy.

Really making it hard for me not to want to taste her.

For weeks, maybe months, I had sat in that tavern, watching her. Now, I was moments away from surrendering my control, to sneaking a taste of her while she made a mess of herself in the middle of her bed.

The strong scent of her juices made my blood warm. I dipped my head between her legs, my lips millimeters from her salivating cunt, and took another long breath of sweetness, imploring myself not to do it.

If I touched her with my forked tongue, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I wouldn’t be able to pull away or take my hands off her for the rest of the night. I would be completely helpless and bent to her will.

“Oh, please,” she cried out. “It feels so good.”

I froze to ensure my cloak of magic still shielded myself from her.

If she saw me, she would flip the fuck out.

“It feels too good. Too fucking good!”

Maxine was an achy, needy mess in my grasp, begging me to take her, to touch her, to taste her. Every tremble from her pushed me closer and closer to the edge of my breaking point, to completely losing control.

Another soft moan escaped her parted pink lips.

Unable to stop myself, I gently replaced the vibrator with my mouth and sucked on her clit. She slapped a hand over her mouth and screamed into it, the muffled sound making me so hard that I had to grind myself against the bed.

She drove me fucking wild.

“Oh my gosh,” she cried, squeezing her eyes closed harder and squirming around on the bed. 

I gently seized her hips to hold them steady and continued to flick my tongue across her sensitive bud. 

“Fuck!”

With her feet posted on the bed, she lifted her hips and bucked them back and forth against what she thought was her vibrator. She drew her cunt against my mouth, letting me taste every bit of her.

I buried my fingers deeper into her and continued to curl them against her G-spot. Her legs trembled on the bed, a puddle of cum forming underneath her. She screamed out in pleasure again, body seizing.

Once she lay back against the bed, she blew out a deep breath and let her chest rise and fall quickly. I gently played with her clit, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue. Maxine whined and lifted her legs.