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

pain and pleasure. He could feel her hands on his back. Her nails dug in as she desperately tried to wrap her legs around him to support her smaller body as he pressed it against the wall and fucked her roughly.

“She needs this,” the voice said. “Don’t stop. She needs this rough fucking. She wants it…” 

That fire inside him, it egged him on. He grabbed her arms and held them back as he came inside her. His body pressed on hers as he shot load after load inside her worn pussy. He stayed there, keeping Jessica’s body sandwiched in-between his and the tiled wall. He felt her body sag. She breathed heavily, panting as her legs hung by the side. She’d orgasmed too.

Alex’s cum began to drip out of her. He pulled out gently and released her. Jessica groaned as her body slid down and hit the floor. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin. She remained seated. Her head resting against the wall. Her eyes were closed and her legs open. She looked thoroughly fucked.

But then, her eyes opened. And Alex was surprised to see the hunger in them. She wanted more… Dazed somewhat, Jessica crawled towards him on her knees. Alex watched with fascination as she took his cock in her hands. Her lips quivered but she took his cock and began to suck on it.

* * *

 It was after the impromptu shower sex. Alex was halfway through a big meal of grilled chicken, rice and salad when the house phone rang. He was in half a mind to not pick it up. The house phone only ever rang if it were a sales person, or a scam artist. Anyone who needed him, which wasn’t a very many, called on his mobile phone.

And then Alex remembered how his mobile phone had been smashed to bits thanks to a piece-of-shit angel. He’d given Melissa his landline in case she managed to locate Marvin.

Alex rushed over to the phone and picked it up. He swallowed the bit of chicken in his mouth and said hello. There was a brief pause, then his greeting was responded to by a woman.

It was Melissa.

She’d found Marvin.

* * *

It was just past eight when Alex parked his Volkswagen Polo by the side of the road. There was a high chance he would get a parking fine. In fact, he could see the ticket warden less than a hundred meters away. But he had more important things to worry about. Being rich now, the price of the fine was inconsequential.

He stepped out of the car, opened the back-passenger door and pulled out the sheathed long sword. He strapped it around his chest and waist. Unlike every other weapon Demon Hunters had, this one did not disappear. Alex wondered how much it mattered. Despite the size of the long sword and its obvious visibility, this was London. You could be wearing a green alien suit and literally scream in people’s faces, and they would still avoid eye contact and carry on as if you did not exist.

Alex crossed the road and walked across the square. Crowds passed either side of him. The long summer continued unabated. It had been another day of clear skies. The evening sun was still warm and the punters were dressed in summer clothes. To his right were the masses of shops and apartments with glass balconies and the multitude of colourfully tiled walls. In the distance beyond the River Thames was Canary Wharf, home to London’s largest cluster of Skyscrapers. The light on top of One Canada Square flashed like a beacon. The atmosphere was relaxed, more Mediterranean than London.

It was a nice area. Much nicer than where Alex lived. More expensive too. Karen’s apartment block had orange metallic panels on the side. The glass balconies faced the River Thames. Alex had never been to Karen’s apartment, but he knew the address and that she lived on the thirteenth floor. Karen answered his call, then buzzed him through. He took the elevator up and knocked on her door. A moment later, she opened it.

Wearing nothing but a sheer white shirt, not for the first time, Karen took his breath away. She was so damned beautiful and sexy at the same time. With her breasts and the line of her pussy clearly visible, she made it very hard for him to keep his eyes on her face.

A face that wore a frown. “This isn’t a social visit.”

“Are you asking?”

“No,” Karen muttered. “You’ve come to ask for help, haven’t you? This has something to do with the bodies we found in the warehouse?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Can you read minds?”

Karen rolled hers. “I can read men! Most just want to fuck or drink. Couldn't you be like most of them?”

Alex lost his train of thought at that. His eyes trailed down her gorgeous body. Her luscious breasts with the now erect nipples, Karen even parted her legs. He wanted to rip her shirt off and take her there and then. But he fought back the urge.

“Melissa found Marvin,” Alex said.

“No,” Karen replied.

She turned and slammed the door behind her. Alex managed to get a foot in and stop it from closing. He followed her into the apartment, down the corridor and into the open plan living room. The floorplan of the apartment was similar to his, but it was just so much…

“Wow… it’s really fancy here.”

The corners of the living room had decorative white roman pillars and, in the centre, separating the open plan kitchen and living space was an arch decorated intricately. At the other end was a wall of glass, beyond which shone the lights of Canary Wharf. The floor was of dark parquet wood and the sofas were of white leather.

Karen opened the fridge and pulled out