Chapter 1 #3
Before me, a humanoid shape sprung out of the broken shell like a genie from its lamp.
He quickly took shape as a muscular male with a haunting human face, a long pair of horns poking straight up, glowing red eyes, long wavy black hair, and pointy ears.
Except, he wasn’t a genie. As his entire body emerged from the egg, so did a long pair of muscular legs.
He appeared to slowly float back down onto the floor where he stood in his glorious nudity.
His entire skin was the darkest shade of gray, almost charcoal.
Beneath it, fiery lightning pulsated as if lava wanted to erupt from him.
Under different circumstances, my gaze would have zeroed in on his massive cock—limp though it currently was—covered in unusual ridges.
A predatory smile stretched his plump lips, giving me a glimpse of perfect white teeth framed by a pair of sharp fangs. He flicked his right hand, and it glowed an angry red. Simultaneously, the scattered fragments of his shell began to sizzle and wither before vanishing in a puff of smoke.
“Hello, Mistress,” the demon said in a deep, sensual voice that had goosebumps erupting all over my body. “So lightly clad. Someone is eager... I approve.”
He added those last two words in a purring voice as he began to prowl towards me. That finally snapped me out of my terrified daze. I screeched again and made a mad dash towards the front door.
A discreet swoosh resonated behind me half a beat before a ball of fire flew past me at dizzying speed.
At first, I thought the demon had shot a fiery ball at me.
But the blazing sphere stopped directly in front of the door before shifting into the dark demon.
I tried to stop but lost my footing instead.
I slipped and watched my feet go up in front of me as I landed with a loud thud on the hardwood floor.
Pain radiated from my right butt cheek, down my leg, and up my lower back.
Carried by my momentum, I slid a few extra feet towards him, flashing him with both my butt and cooch on full display.
“Ow!” I whimpered, hurt, humiliated, and terrified.
To my shock, an air of real concern—oddly mixed with disapproval—descended over the demon’s face.
“Mistress! Look at what you did to yourself! Where are you running off to?” he asked, lunging towards me.
Before I could even scramble back onto my feet, he picked me up effortlessly, holding me tightly against him as the treacherous towel just fell off.
My breath caught in my throat, and I emitted the weirdest gurgling choked sound when he casually rubbed his left hand over my butt cheek while holding me firmly against him with his right arm wrapped around my back.
“What a perfect behind,” he mused aloud. “You can’t damage it with such reckless behavior.”
I screamed again and shoved against his chest to free myself from his embrace. He winced at the shrill sound and looked at me as if I was mentally impaired.
“Put me down!” I shouted.
He immediately released his hold. I gasped, shocked to find myself falling.
My feet landed on the floor at a bad angle.
Gravity being a ripe old bitch immediately started pulling me backward.
Eyes wide, I instinctively reached forward for something to hold onto.
Moving at lightning speed, the demon caught my wrist, steadying me before I crashed again.
I yanked my arm free and stumbled a few steps away from him. The unimpressed look on his face stung something fierce.
“You can’t even stand,” he said in a disapproving tone.
“I said put me down, not drop me like a freaking potato sack!” I exclaimed, outraged. “So of course, I almost fell again.”
I swiftly grabbed the towel on the floor and wrapped it around me as I took a couple more steps back.
Although my mind kept telling me to run the hell out of here, the initial terrified panic had subsided.
If he wanted to eat me and use my bones as toothpicks, he would have already done so by now.
But he immediately complied when I asked him to put me down. So maybe he wasn’t all that bad?
He pursed his lips with clear disappointment as he stared at the towel.
“What a pity to obstruct such a nice view,” he said in that same disapproving tone.
“What the fuck?!” I whispered incomplete disbelief. “Who are you? And what the hell are you?”
“I am Vazul, and I am your Liderc.”
“You’re my what, now?” I asked, stunned.
“Your Liderc,” he repeated with a frown as if wondering if I was hearing impaired.
“What the heck is a leedurts?” I asked, even more confused.
To my shock, my question seemed to genuinely offend him.
“It’s Liderc, not leedurts. And you should know. You hatched me,” he said, sounding annoyed.
“I did no such thing!” I exclaimed. “Your egg started cracking all over the place, scaring the bejeezus out of me. I mean, fine, I did drop it. But it was already almost open. I just brought my ex-roommate’s weird stone-egg-thingy home and put it in a bowl.”
“You held me under your armpit for a couple of hours,” he countered, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest in a defying fashion.
“Well, yeah…” I replied hesitantly while adjusting the towel a bit more securely around me. “I had to carry you out of our old place, and all my bags were full. It was the only spot left for me to carry you. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? Stick your egg into my vagina?”
Far from being offended by my increasingly aggravated pitch the more I spoke, Vazul seemed amused and also quite dubious. He pursed his lips and appeared to give my last comment a serious thought.
“Sheltering my egg inside your vagina is quite an interesting thought. Sadly, that wouldn’t have allowed you to summon me. A Liderc must be held under your armpit in order to hatch.”
“What the hell kind of crazy shit is this?!” I exclaimed, flabbergasted.
“Don’t play coy,” Vazul replied, this time appearing to be losing patience with what he clearly seemed to think was me pretending ignorance.
“No one holds a black egg under their armpit for hours just for fun. There’s nothing wrong with wanting your own sex demon and obedient servant. Why are you playing these games?”
“A sex demon?!” I exclaimed, taking another involuntary step backward. “Whoa! Are you an incubus?!”
He huffed and glared at me as if I had said something offensive. “I’m far superior to an incubus. As I’ve said multiple times now, I am a Liderc.”
“And what the hell is that?” I insisted, also starting to get irritated.
He opened his mouth to answer only to be interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. Startled, I yelped and pressed my palm to my chest. I wasn’t normally this jumpy, but there was nothing normal about my current situation.
And yet, that ring was the biggest blessing. It was Sophia’s ringtone. If anyone could help guide me with this current mess, it was her.
“Stay put!” I ordered while pointing a menacing finger at Vazul. “Don’t do anything demonic while I answer my call. Just stay right where you are.”
He gave me that unimpressed look again as I slowly backed away before running up the stairs to grab my phone. The whole time, I kept glancing over my shoulder, relieved that he obediently stayed right in front of the door, his red eyes never straying from me.