My Darling
Carriboo's eyes locked onto the woman outside the small cafe, her figure silhouetted against the late afternoon sun filtering through the urban haze.
He crouched in the shadows of a nearby alley, his muscular frame, six feet three of tanned, sculpted power, blending into the dimness.
The man bun at the back of his head kept his dark hair from his face, but nothing could hide the predatory gleam in his eyes.
As a sex demon, pulled from the fiery pits of hell to retrieve his brother Magnus, Carriboo had expected Earth's distractions to be minimal.
Yet here he was, transfixed by this waitress during her smoke break.
She leaned against the brick wall exhaling a thin stream of smoke. Her soft curves accentuated by the tight uniform hugging her hips and breasts. An unfamiliar heat stirred in him, not the infernal burn he knew, but a craving for her. It was intoxicating.
She stubbed out the cigarette and headed back inside, oblivious to his gaze. Carriboo straightened, adjusting to this earthly form that made him feel both powerful and oddly confined.
Demons didn't need sustenance but curiosity pulled him toward the cafe's door. He pushed it open, the bell jingling softly, and scanned the room. Empty booths lined the walls. The air thick with the aroma of coffee and grease. He slid into a corner seat, his broad shoulders filling the space, and waited as she approached, notepad in hand.
'What can I get you?' she asked, her voice warm but tired, eyes flicking up to meet his. Up close, her allure hit him harder, youthful with full lips and a sensual sway that made his cock twitch beneath his pants. He's never had a cock so small and easily manipulated before.
'Surprise me with your best dish,' Carriboo replied, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. He had no grasp of money, no concept of menus beyond the hellish feasts of souls but her presence demanded he stay.
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. 'Coming right up.' Minutes later, she returned with a stack of pancakes drizzled in cream and topped with fresh berries. The sight was alien to him... fluffy, golden discs steaming.
He picked up the fork, spearing a piece and shoving it into his mouth. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, the cream's richness sliding down his throat. No hellfire compared to this. 'Wow, this is delicious,' he said, genuinely surprised, licking a bit of cream from his lips as he met her eyes again.
Her cheeks flushed slightly at the praise. 'Glad you like it. Anything else?' She leaned over to grab the menu from beside his plate, her hand brushing his knuckles in the process.
The contact was electric. Carriboo felt the surge of his demonic essence flow through the touch, but it was her reaction that enthralled him. Her body jerked, eyes widening as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, wetness soaking her panties in a sudden, uncontrollable orgasm. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her knees buckling slightly as heat flushed her face and chest. She straightened abruptly, hand flying to her mouth. 'Excuse me,' she stammered, voice breathless, and bolted toward the staff room.
Carriboo sat there, fork paused mid-air, his mind reeling from the brief connection. Her face flushed and vulnerable burned into his thoughts. He couldn't leave, not yet.
Abandoning the half-eaten pancakes, he rose and slipped out the door, crossing the street to a concealed corner where overgrown bushes and a dumpster provided cover. He settled against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching the cafe's windows. Hours ticked by, the sun dipping lower, casting long shadows.
People mistook him for a beggar, tossing coins that clinked into his lap. He ignored them, his focus unwavering on her silhouette moving between tables, serving drinks with that same alluring grace.
The dominance in him relished the wait. The thrill of pursuit igniting a deeper hunger.
Finally, as twilight deepened, she emerged, shrugging on a light jacket over her uniform. Her shift had ended, and she walked with a purposeful stride down the sidewalk, glancing over her shoulder once but seeing nothing amiss.
Carriboo rose silently and trailed her at a distance. The street was still bright enough from lingering daylight and shop lights, but he moved like a shadow, his supernatural senses picking up the subtle sway of her hips, the faint floral scent of her perfume mixing with the evening air.
Ten minutes later, she reached a modest apartment building, fishing keys from her pocket. Carriboo hung back behind a parked car, heart pounding from the obsession clawing at him. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and pulled it shut with a click that echoed in his ears.
He approached slowly, fingers trailing the doorframe, imagining the tentacles of his true form coiling around her.
Her home. Her scent lingered on the doorstep. He wouldn't wait long.
