32. Benny
Benny
“ T hen I guess we’ll have to take him with us,” the bear commanded over me as I felt him walk away.
I grumbled my protests around my gag as I tried to listen for any sign of where they were taking me. But they were silent as they broke down their camp.
It was only when I felt heavy packs being thrown at me that I could confirm they hadn’t forgotten me on the ground. I grunted when a particularly firm bag landed just above my groin.
The only positive side was that my binds were loose enough that I could roll onto my side and curl up in an attempt to ease the pain. Not that I got much of a chance to do that.
That must have been the last bag because not long after I got hit, I heard the bear shift and land with a heavy thud on his paws. Great, were they lying and are gonna just let the damn animal eat me alive!
I tensed my muscles as the bear came closer and closer before he stopped. Next, I heard the female, Fare I guessed was her name, grunting as she did something with their bags. The ghost argued with her about resting, and although I agreed with him, I wished he would shut up.
She told him to do just that and help her tie down their gear. Tie it down? Tie it down to what? I mused as I absently rubbed my face on the ground.
My reasoning was twofold. First and foremost, I had an itch. And when you have no free hands you did whatever you could to scratch that itch. The other reason was more just an unexpected perk.
Since I wasn’t actively trying to remove the blindfold, the spell didn’t fight me as I accidentally worked it off my eyes. Strange, but I wasn’t about to complain as I got a good look around as the trio finished getting ready to leave.
I had to restrain a laugh as I saw that the bear was being used as a pack animal and his back was laden with their packs. I guess that’s one way to travel .
Once they had the last bag strapped down, the ghost hovered towards me and groaned in protest before he managed to lift my dead weight up and over the bear’s back. Okay. Not so funny now that I’m a part of the luggage.
The ghost and Fare had another discussion, this time about seating arrangements and I was left confused yet again. I felt the bear shift as it felt like they too were piling onto his back. My question was answered when a female’s ass landed gingerly on my back.
Well, I was not expecting that at all. Nope. But you weren’t going to find me complaining when I knew of at least a couple dozen demons who would kill to be in this position at the very second. Not the part where I got my ass kicked by a ghost and a bear shifter who probably didn’t even have a teaspoon of demon blood between them.
Oh no, they’d want to have a beautiful, dare I say ethereal, woman using them as a cushion. Yeah, yeah, we demons are sick fucks, but it's become its one way of life for lower-level demons. Suck up to your superior any way you can and usually, they leave you alone when they get pissed.
Regardless, I let myself zone out to the feel of Fare’s lovely ass rubbing across my back as I stared at the forest floor passing below at startling speed.