The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

his enormous cock. Her body was tense. She closed her eyes as her face grimaced.

Alex waited for her to relax, and when she did, he began to gently drive his cock in and out of her warm and wet pussy. He reached down and grabbed her breasts. Holding onto them, he began to drive his cock in and out of her cunt with speed.

Her eyes still closed, Melissa’s lips were parted. She began to moan. Softly at first. The sounds grew louder. She began to gyrate her hips. Her hand reached down to play with her clit.

They came together. Alex collapsed on top of her as he shot his load, filling her up. As their two bodies meshed together, he could feel his cum dripping out of her pussy and down her inner thighs.

He pulled out and lay beside her on the sofa. His eyes closed, he felt calm and happy. He could have fallen asleep there and then, but he opened his eyes as he felt movement. Melissa was sitting up. He wanted her to stop. He wanted her to continue to lay beside him. He reached to grab her by the arm, to pull her down. But he stopped as she took his cock first in her hand, then in her mouth.

Alex’s hand fell by his side. Wearing a grin, he closed his eyes as she sucked on his cock.

Chapter 22

It was later that day. Alex was seated on the leather sofa, staring out through the glass panelled doors that led onto the iron-wrought balcony. The recent good weather had given way to dark clouds that threatened to burst any moment. Melissa had left only a short while ago. Her shift in security was about to start.

Alex was certain they’d fired him from the job. As a contact detail, they only had his mobile phone number. Alex’s mobile phone was broken, courtesy of the douchebag angel that had thrown him against the car. He didn’t know how he felt about it, about possibly being out of a job.

Much like the weather outside, Alex’s mood was dark. He was still determined to not have anything to do with being a Demon Hunter. But discovery of this new world, it had rocked his old one. He couldn’t just go back to being a security guard. He couldn’t find any joy in his writing. He wondered if the latter had been a form of escapism from the mundane reality of existence. It would explain why he no longer found enjoyment in it. Writing about wizards and witches wasn’t escapism when he knew the devil existed.

No passion in writing, possibly jobless and not interested in being a Demon Hunter, Alex began to wonder what on earth he was going to do with his apparently endless life. As if to answer, the front door opened.

It was Karen.

He still didn’t know how she got into his apartment. But there she was. With her arms folded across her chest, she stood by the entrance to the living room.

“You’re sulking.”

Alex frowned. “What do you want?”

“Marvin started to talk.”

 Marvin? Who the hell was Marvin, and why would he care that he was talking? And then he remembered. Marvin was the demon Karen captured on his first day in the demon estate. The day he was beaten bloody by Mark. Alex’s frown deepened.

Not noticing, Karen continued. “We’ve got an address. A place where demons are operating illegal goods.”

“By illegal goods, you mean human flesh?” Alex asked. That was what Marvin had been caught selling.

Karen nodded. “Most likely grave diggers, but...”

“But?”

“Some demons prefer the taste of fresh human.”

“...Jesus fuck,” Alex muttered.

Karen grinned. “I like that. Probably wouldn’t say it in front of Satani though. She’s not fond of the man much.”

“Of Jesus?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you on the way.” Karen turned and walked down the corridor. “Bring your sword,” she said as she disappeared from sight.

* * *

Alex didn’t sit in his apartment for long mulling it over. He didn’t have much else going for him at the moment. He grabbed his sword with the scabbard, slipped on his trainers and rushed down the stairs. Stopping demons robbing graves, this was an actual chance to do good. This was the sort of thing he imagined he’d be doing when Karen him he was a Demon Hunter.

Karen was sitting in a blue Porsche 911. She’d changed cars. The previous time she’d had a Lamborghini. She wasn’t kidding when she said Demon Hunters had an infinite bank balance. Alex jumped in beside her and placed his sword on his lap and down between his legs.

“What are you doing?” Karen asked. Alex paused in-between pulling the seat belt strap. Karen rolled her eyes. “The sword, dumbass. Why isn’t the scabbard strapped to your back?”

“...because it’s uncomfortable?”

“The scabbard is charmed. Once you put it on, it’ll vanish. But if you reach for it, the sword will appear.”

“I think mines might be broken,” Alex muttered. He told Karen how he’d had the scabbard fastened to his back when he went to pay Mark a visit at the garage. It had not disappeared.

“Maybe it is broken,” Karen agreed. “It’s a dull sword. Too big. Do you want to change it for something else?”

Alex shook his head. The sword was heavy and the blade was a dull grey, but there was something about the sword that pulled him in. When he held it in his hands, he felt good. It felt right. He’d gotten his first ever kills with this sword. Not that it was something to be proud off. Kevin didn’t deserve to die. Certainly, the other men didn’t. If they’re good, they will go to heaven. Karen had said something along those lines. He repeated it to himself. Was it a coping