She flushed hotly at the exact memory of how the Prince of Demons had gone about extracting her energy. She had a vague memory of grabbing onto his horns and riding his face like some sex-crazed porn star.
It had to have been the compilation of stress and horror. But unlike what Jimmy the pimp had planned for her, the prince had taken what he needed without violating her.
Well… almost.
Grimacing, Georgia poked at the unmistakable white residue crusting all over her nether parts and inner thighs. She didn’t remember him jerking off on her, but clearly, he had.
She supposed it was fair enough, considering the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her. Christ.
Thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen. The bedroom was entirely free from any reminders of her savior-slash-captor, save for a pitcher of water on the nightstand, still be cool when she greedily swallowed down a full glass. As if someone had refilled it every so often in anticipation of her waking.
Georgia pushed down a shudder at the thought of the demon watching her as she slept, crawled to the side of the bed and staggered to the floor. She nearly lost her balance when her legs were forced to carry her weight, and she quickly bent to support herself on the bed.
Damn. So this was what it felt like to have a demon suck your energy.
The word ‘suck’ flashed through her brain, and flames heated her cheeks again. She’d been so scared and horrified after watching him crack that poor guy’s skull like an egg. And yet, when he’d pressed his lips to her nether region, all her terror and trauma from the past eighteen or so hours had simply… melted away.
And then he’d made her come so hard she’d fainted.
Too bad he was a murdering creature of nightmare, or this whole companion business might have had its silver linings.
“You’re losing it, Georgie,” she muttered, grimacing as she finally forced her body fully upright. Nothing hurt, per se, but she had no strength left in her muscles—as if someone had sucked it right out of her.
There was that word again. Suck.
Choosing to focus on more urgent matters, she forced her mind from the prince and his, ah, dinner preferences, and looked around for a bathroom.
Apart from massive bi-fold doors leading out to what looked like a full-length balcony running the length of the bedroom and beyond, three closed doors led from the room.
The first she recognized from when the prince had brought her into the room that morning. The second proved to be a sparsely filled closet, but the third opened up to reveal an entirely utilitarian bathroom clad in gray concrete and glass.
It wasn’t that she’d had a lot of time to ponder what kind of luxuries a demon prince might indulge in, but so far, this one seemed remarkably ascetic in his tastes.
She supposed she should just be grateful there was a toilet available at all. If he didn’t eat human food, then what did he even need one for? For whatever human women he dragged home to… not-rape?
Georgia finished up and cast another look around the sparse room. A glass screen shielded the massive walk-in shower, and on the counter by the sink lay two incredibly soft-looking white towels.
He’d smeared her with cum. Surely he wouldn’t mind her grabbing a shower?
Before she could think too hard on what the monstrous demon might do if he did, in fact, mind her using his shower, she stepped around the glass screen and turned the tap.
The spray of warm water against her skin was bliss.
Georgia let out an involuntary hum of pleasure, but quickly had to lock her knees when the soothing heat made her already jellied muscles give up their last remaining ability to function.
“Shit.” She leaned heavily against the gray wall and tried to cling on with her fingers, but it did little to slow the inevitable. Her feet skidded out from underneath her, and she hit the wet floor with an undignified grunt.
“Ow.” It came out as a pitiful whimper. Georgia blinked up at the spray, still pelting her with warm water, but she didn’t manage to ponder how she was going to get upright again before the door exploded inward with a dull boom, and fractured wood smacked against the glass and clattered to the floor.
“Breeder!” A giant monster stood in the splintered opening, his sudden appearance making Georgia squeak before her brain managed to remind her that this was the demon who’d saved her brother.
The prince’s dark gaze landed on her, eyes widening before he leapt into the shower with a curse.
“Are you hurt? What happened?” he demanded as he crouched down above her, shielding her from most of the spray with his wide torso.
“I f-fell,” she croaked, the startling outline of his curved horns doing little to calm her frantic heartrate.
One large, clawed hand cupped the back of her head, pillowing her against the hard floor. “Where does it hurt?”
