The Mummy and Miss Nitocris: A Phantasy of the Fourth Dimension by Griffith (electronic reader TXT) 📕

was so damned beautiful. She was dressed in black shorts and a white cropped top. Simple, but still fucking sexy.

“What’s the matter?” Karen asked, frowning.

“A lot, actually. But let’s begin with the how you just stood by while Mark fucking killed me!”

Karen folded her arms across her chest. “You’re not dead.”

“He attacked me with two swords!”

“Stop being dramatic,” Karen scolded him. “Demon Hunters aren’t allowed to kill each other. You inadvertently challenged Mark to a duel. By our rules, when two Demon Hunters battle, we’re not allowed to interfere.” Karen shrugged her shoulders. “You got your ass kicked. Put it down to experience.”

Alex stared at her, speechless for the second time that morning. Under no circumstances should she have been able to absolve herself from having stood by whilst he was attacked. But somehow, the sexy bitch managed to rationalise the whole thing, even place the blame on him for having started it.

“You stripped me naked and sucked my cock! What the fuck?”

Karen’s frown deepened. “You think I did that for some sort of sexual gratification?”

“Why’d you do it?” Alex demanded.

“Mark hurt you pretty badly. Demon Hunter blood is filled with the healing abilities of Satani herself. By getting your blood moving, I aided in your recovery.”

“By sucking my cock?” Alex asked, exasperated. “How does that help?”

“I think she’s saying that uh… because the blood rushed to your cock?” Jessica interjected quietly.

Alex turned to her in surprise. He’d forgotten she was there. Karen turned too, a curious look in her eyes, she smiled at Jessica. “You’re not as stupid as I thought.”

Jessica smiled hesitantly. Alex glared at Karen. He didn’t completely buy her reason for sucking his cock, but he found he didn’t have the energy to argue. His body suddenly felt like it weighed a hundred tons. He dropped onto the bed and stared up tiredly at the two women.

“Your body is healing your wounds while it still changes. You need rest and food,” Karen said, before adding as an afterthought, “Maybe Jessica should suck on your cock some more.”

“Leave her out of this,” Alex warned.

Karen shooed Jessica out of the room to bring food. She then told him they would continue with his induction the following day with a trip to the armoury in the Red House of Satan where he would pick up a weapon and begin training with it. And then she left.

Alex was happy to see her go. Exhausted but hungry, he rested against the headboard and waited for Jessica to bring him food. She turned up with a tray in hand looking every part the adorable girlfriend he’d always dreamt off. As Alex tucked into his breakfast of toast with beans, eggs and sausages, Jessica sat on the bed beside him.

She quite bluntly stared at his cock. Alex stopped chewing as her hand trailed up his thigh. First her fingertips brushed against his manhood. Then quite suddenly, Jessica wrapped her hand around his cock. Her knees on the bed, she leant down with her bottom in the air. Alex caught a glimpse of her red lacy panties peeking out from under her grey top. He bit his toast as she took his cock in her mouth.

Chapter 15

Breakfast in bed whilst being sucked off, it was every guys dream. He came in Jessica’s mouth. She swallowed like a pro and sucked him dry. He fell into a deep sleep after that. When he woke, she was gone.

After lying in bed staring at the ceiling for an hour, Alex got up, pulled on some pants and headed for the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge and settled for the leftover food in the paper takeaway bags. Cold chicken, chips and a pita bread.

Alex leaned against the kitchen counter with a cold beer in hand. He stared at the bright light shining in through the double glass doors that led from the living room to the balcony. While the day was still young, so far he hadn’t been stabbed, kidnapped, or sexually assaulted. It was a good day. He intended to keep it that way.

He was going to take a break from being a Demon Hunter. The little exposure he’d had to the role hadn’t been flattering. Far from being the heroic role of saving humanity from demons spawning out of hell, Demon Hunters were egregious creatures. He wondered if it was the result of immortality, of living so long, having seen everything. They were completely desensitized to pain and suffering.

Mark was the epitome of evil. A bad guy if there ever was one. In Alex’s stories, Mark would be the baddie the main protagonist would eventually defeat. In reality, Alex was supposed to be on his side and work with him and his ilk? Alex had a feeling he had little choice in matter. Satani had claimed him. She would not let go of him easily.

But that was for another time. For now, Alex was going to ignore the past couple of days and get on with life as if nothing had changed. With that in mind, he grabbed his laptop and settled onto the sofa, legs crossed. He signed into his email and skimmed through the circulars from the various online writing groups he’d joined. He deleted the easily identifiable spam mails. His mouse hovered over one sent from a Chrissy.

So much had happened in the past few days, for a moment the name was a complete blank. Chrissy Skinner, the cute girl that had bought him coffee. More than that, she was his first crush in primary school. It soured his mood somewhat to recall her demon boyfriend.

Alex clicked on the email.

Hi Alex, 

Attached is my first foray into fantasy. I’ve given it a provisional title, “The Merchant’s Princess”.

Would love to hear what you think about it!

Chrissy xxx

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