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

They climaxed together. Her cry of pleasure came just before he exploded inside her, shooting load after load before he collapsed on top of her. Their two hot bodies lay meshed together as one.

“That… was… fun,” Melissa said.

“Why the fuck is she breathless? She didn’t do anything but lie there like a beached whale!”

Did you just liken her to a whale?”

“Yes. She’s blue.” 

That was where the similarities ended. Melissa had the perfect body. Firm breasts perfectly sized to grab while he fucked. A curvy bottom, smooth skin, pretty lips. There was also the thing where she could change shapes, grow taller, have bigger breasts or a curvier ass…

Alex felt the cum dripping out of her pussy. It was like de javu. He pulled his cock out and lay beside her on the leather sofa. Even soft, his cock was still a monster. Melissa took it in her hands and stroked it.

“Want to go again?” she asked.

“Maybe later.”

He did mean it. He’d had fun. Melissa was fun. Their eyes met. His dark brown, hers yellow. She was so damned cute. He wondered if she’d always been this cute. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. A deep kiss. She sighed when he pulled back.

“I’m really glad you’re a Demon Hunter,” Melissa said.

Alex laughed. “Because of the sex.”

“The sex is very good,” Melissa said. Her hands still on his cock, she rubbed the tip. “Your cock is just… it’s a monstrous…” she stared at it, as if lost in thought, possibly wondering how she’d managed to take that in her cunt. She shook her head, then turned to look at him again. “You’re a good guy, Alex. Most Demon Hunters are douchebags.”

Alex could concur with her on that. The few Demon Hunters he had met, they were assholes of the first order. Mark was an actual fucking sexual predator. Alex felt his anger rise thinking about that Demon Hunter. The last time they’d met, Mark had easily defeated him. Things were different now. Alex was much tougher and more experienced. He’d defeated the Krumier. A beast of Satan that had impenetrable skin.

Melissa stopped playing with his cock. She wrapped her left leg over him. Her wet and warm pussy rubbed against his thigh. She rested her head on his chest. “You’re going to be an amazing Demon Hunter,” she whispered.

“I don’t know about that,” Alex muttered.

Melissa raised her head and stared at him curiously. Alex told her what had happened the previous week. He told of the demons that were supposed to be dealing drugs. But there were no demons. Just a beast from hell. All beasts were from hell, apparently. But this beast was Satan’s own. The Krumier was guarding dozens of dead human bodies with parts missing.

“The Fidura are going to investigate it, but… I dunno,” he mumbled.

“...you don’t know?”

“The demon that sent us to that warehouse, Marvin, he escaped,” Alex said. “And Scarlett seemed more concerned about me surviving the Krumier than about the human bodies piled one on top of another. Something just doesn’t feel right.”

“How did you kill a Krumier?” Melissa asked.

“I found a soft spot in his armour,” Alex said automatically.

“Didn’t know they had any soft spots,” Melissa murmured. She moved the tip of her finger across his bare skin and traced imaginary circles. “You should follow your gut, Alex. If you think they’re not taking it seriously, you should do something about it.”

Alex chuckled bitterly. The idea had crossed his mind. But there was an immediate problem. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

Melissa didn’t reply. Her warm naked body pressed against his as her fingers continued to trace circles across his chest. Alex stared up at the white ceiling. His thoughts drifted back towards that night in the warehouse and the dead bodies.

There was a boy. He couldn’t have been aged more than ten. His eyes were missing. Children are innocent, Karen had said. They would go straight to heaven.

Heaven.

He wondered what that was like. His father Andrew was in hell. Alex wondered if Andrew hadn’t made a deal with the devil, would he have been so useless as a father? The drinking, the drugs, the prostitutes, was Andrew ever able to enjoy any of it knowing that in the end he would be in hell?

His mother, Evelyn, died during childbirth. He’d seen pictures of her. Red hair, blue eyes, big smile. Sometimes he imagined tears running down her pretty face as she held him in her arms and told him how much she loved him.

Andrew never spoke of his mother. Alex knew very little of her. She had left him money in a trust fund that allowed him to buy his own apartment and get away from his dad. He liked to think she was in heaven.

Heaven.

Being a Demon Hunter, once he died, that would be that. There would be no heaven or hell for him. There was no soul left inside his body to float up or down. Knowing of the existence of heaven and hell, knowing his mother was up there, but never being able to see her, to meet her, it filled him with sadness. Alex took a deep breath, trying to fill the sudden emptiness that had taken residence in his chest.

“Awww, cheer up,” Melissa said.

She raised her head and placed her palms on either side of his cheeks before kissing him on the lips. She had soft and warm lips. Alex’s cock grew began to grow and it pressed against Melissa’s pussy lips. She stared down at it. A grin spread across her lips. She took his cock in her hands and rubbed it against her pussy, pushing past the lips and looking for the clitoris.

It felt good, and Alex’s thoughts were returning away from the warehouse and towards the