Chapter Music: "Nocturnal Lullaby" by Derek Fiechter
Astaroth... You wished that I'd live happily without you; that I wouldn't let guilt stop me from finding someone else. If you could take those words back now, would you do it?
And if you did, would it make any difference? Could I ever find the strength to stop, knowing that my feelings for him were hurting you?
The answer to this terrifies me.
Because I kissed him back. I did my best to show him how much I liked what he was doing to me. His hands on the sides of my face were the safest place I could find myself in. His warm breath, his scent, all the sounds we made as we kissed lulled me into a trance.
It all felt familiar. Yet it was so painfully different.
He was not you. But it felt like he could become just as important.
"Please," I whispered, struggling to control my labored breathing, "wait."
"I'll wait but I won't stop," Orias replied hoarsely, refusing to distance himself in the slightest.
"I... wouldn't want you to stop."
"Good. Because I don't feel like slowing down."
"How serious is this to you?"
He let out a dark laugh. "This is troubling you?"
I only furrowed my brow in response.
"Very," he said finally, looking straight into my eyes. "And I see that you feel the same way."
I frowned. Guilt was slowly eating away at me and all I could do was endure it. No matter what I did, my feelings would remain there. Even if I pushed Orias away, my mind had already betrayed Astaroth.
How did this happen...?
"All you could see was... him," he spoke coldly as if to address my thoughts. "You've disappointed me, Sophia. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of your own emotions."
He was right. Orias had always seemed strangely fascinating and now I could clearly see why. If I could love Astaroth, why wouldn't I love him?
"I-I'm sorry," I stammered.
"That's enough," he growled and bit down on my bottom lip.
I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped me. I whimpered like a pathetic little girl.
"Fuck this." He pulled away with a grunt. "Stay here."
He stood up and walked out of the room without even looking back. Only then did I notice that we were the only ones left in there –apart from the corpse we were making out on, of course.
I stood up as well and started pacing around. I needed to get my thoughts together. Right away. Because he'd soon be back and I would...
Hell, I don't know what I could do. How far it could get...
The day before I'd been lying in the arms of a man I feared I would lose forever; a man I never stopped caring about. Yet here I was kissing his best friend, worried about whether he was being serious or not.
Was I trying to get myself into a rebound relationship already? Definitely not. There was no doubt anymore that Astaroth had always known who I was and there was no point in trying to delude myself: I could love them both. My standards were high but that didn't mean I could stick to one man.
But Orias was someone I didn't know that well.
...Or was he? Astaroth wouldn't leave me with a dangerous person and he certainly wouldn't be friends with him for hundreds of years. Orias was similar to the man I loved. The only question was: 'How much?'
Soon enough, he was back. My breathing turned quick and uneven as I watched him hunch over the dead body, probably to concentrate on a dark magic spell. Almost involuntarily, my eyes focused on his physique. He too wasn't bulky like Mr. Stanwood. His body type resembled Astaroth's: slim yet muscular.
Oh, shut up, brain! You chose the right time to be shallow!
My gaze moved to his face. I always remembered his expression as a bit more elegant than Astaroth's. He usually appeared calm, even merry. However, I couldn't really tell if there was true joy there. At times, his face would look like an unsmiling mask.
This is one of those times.
For some reason, his smiles looked a lot more sincere. Of course, none of them was normal. But that was perhaps a reason why I was so interested in him. I sensed that Orias could be a truly scary man.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that the corpse he'd been touching had already disappeared. Yet another wave of anxiety spread through me once the demon I'd been thinking of turned to face me.
Grinning cunningly, he raised himself on his feet and walked up to me. Without waiting for any kind of approval, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
The next moment, we found ourselves in a dark chamber I didn't recognize. I was sure I'd remember the total absence of color on the walls, the floor and every piece of furniture. Everything was dyed in dark shades of grey. Quite lonely, I must admit.
"This is my room, as you may have guessed," Orias informed in a tone that resembled a public announcement. "Please, don't get too comfortable. I don't feel like sleeping just yet."
Did he mean...?
My mind was instantly filled with memories from the time when Astaroth and I had been together. It was kind of scary, and truly breathtaking and... something I wouldn't experience again. It all felt like a dream now.
"Tut-tut." Orias gracefully grabbed my chin and made me face him.
The faint scowl on his icy face somehow made him look even more dangerous than his friend. More vicious. And, perhaps, less considerate of my sensitivities. It was all part of his charm.
"Undress," he instructed.
No comments about my distraction. No small talk to ease the tension. Only demands for me to do as he pleased. I'd be lying if I claimed that I disliked it. Nothing but my embarrassment kept me from obeying right away.
"Don't make me repeat myself," he warned, his scowl getting even deeper. "Undress."
But hadn't he seen me naked already? He wouldn't want this if he didn't like my body.
I hurriedly removed my shoes and socks and, much less eagerly, proceeded to remove my blouse and pants as well.
"You're not quite done," he commented then, noting my reluctance to remove my underwear.
I sighed and renewed my resolve. Keeping my eyes on his face, I reached behind to unclasp my bra and slowly let it fall to the floor. His cold, calculating demeanor remained unchanged as I slid down my panties as well and patiently waited for his next wish. My heart felt like it would burst as I stood stark naked before him.
At last, I discerned the tiniest sly smile on his face. Nevertheless, it seemed like there would be no more commands for me this time. Grasping me from the arm, Orias pushed me onto his bed and immediately moved on to handcuff one of my wrists to the bedframe. As soon as I turned around to look at the other side, he was already there, cuffing my other hand as well. He must have really wanted me to relinquish any control I had over my body but, whether he knew it or not, I had already done so.
Having trapped both my hands, Orias leisurely rested close to the opposite side of the bed, gazing at me adoringly.
"Spread your legs for me, human," he asked and I eagerly listened.
I hardly stifled a gasp when he pulled a short dagger from his military uniform and slashed across his clawed fingertips. Before I could even see the very first drops of blood, he'd already slipped two fingers into my wet entrance, scraping my insides.
I screamed. Whether that was lust or pain, I had no idea.
"Relax," he said yet kept raking my insides with his claws even harder than before. "It won't kill you."
"It hurts," I cried.
He grinned. "You're afraid of me. Once you stop that, it will get better, I promise."
So he said, smiling like a fox. Once again, I brought Astaroth in mind. He wouldn't leave me to a man who hated me.
I should try to listen to him. This isn't pain. This is only fear. He's probably using his blood to heal the wounds he creates. I repeated those words over and over in my head until it finally started making sense. I finally started feeling a strange kind of pleasure.
Perhaps noticing my increasing dampness, Orias casually retracted his hand so that he could penetrate me with three fingers, this time.
I released yet another agonizing groan. This time though, I got used to the pain much faster. I easily focused on his claws filling me, on the blood I surely shed, on the wet sounds of my arousal. I couldn't stop screaming, but I loved it all too much.
I glanced at the demon's face. The total absence of sentiment there somehow got me even more worked up. I lusted for him. I needed him inside me.
"Orias," I whimpered, already feeling impatient.
But instead of listening to me, the demon started moving his hand more slowly in and out of me, as if to punish me for having requests. My sheath clenched around his claws as I watched him stare at the results of his ministrations. I tried my best to control myself but I soon found myself writhing in my restraints.
Just then, a cold smile emerged on his face. "I'm hearing that you'd only been with one man before... Astaroth."
Of course, he wouldn't wait for an answer.
"But you've always been a slut, haven't you?" he continued.
Oh goodness. His smirk is captivating. It's cruel like Astaroth's... but in a different way.
"Yes. Always... Just please..." I pleaded, grinding my pussy against his hand. "I want you..."
"Who do you want, human?"
"You, Orias... Can't you see how much I need you?"
The moisture between my legs had surely convinced him before I even realized.
"You're a pitiful woman who doesn't deserve my attention," he said coldly and removed his hand from my area.
My heart clenched. I instantly doubted everything I had shown him up until that moment. I backed away to the back of the bed, suddenly feeling very embarrassed.
Right then, he grabbed me by the ankle and violently dragged me down.
"Don't think on your own, slut," he shouted and unzipped his trousers. "You're nothing but a toy when you're fucked by me."
My eyes gawked at his more-than-apparent erection and I wondered how something so hard could be tucked inside his trousers. The sight of him combined with his words were only fueling my ecstasy.
How strange. Humiliation really seems to agree with me.
My gaze shifted back to his face as he leaned over me and lowered his head to my neck.
Just as the tip of his mushroom head touched my wet entrance, he whispered in my ear: "Never forget how worthless you are compared to me. From now on, you're nothing but my cum dumpster. Understand?"
In spite of my subconscious doubts, I let out a sigh at the sound of these words. "I'm nothing but your slut."
He grinned darkly. "Very good, human," he praised.
Orias thrust hard into me, not giving me a second to adjust to his size. I screamed again and my hands tried to find something to hold on to only to realize that I no longer had this option. The demon held my body still and started ramming inside me with brutal strength. As if to test me again, his clawed hands slid behind my back and dug into my skin before tearing across it from one side to the other.
I cried once more because it hurt. It stung. But Orias was clearly into it. He loved inflicting pain and I was more than willing to suffer. He had me moaning like a bitch until my voice went hoarse.
It was not hard to lose myself in this. My will was being reduced to nothing and I soon ended up shuddering uncontrollably beneath him. He didn't seem to care about me, though. His hardness was penetrating me over and over, each time aiming to cause more pain than before.
Damn, I love this so much.
I felt the walls of my pussy squeeze hard around him and, before I knew it, I was shamelessly squirting all over him. Pleasure raked through my body but he never spared a second for me. He kept using my body to his own pleasure. Fully dressed as he was, he made me feel even more lewd than I probably was.
I wouldn't mind if this continued forever.
It was that moment when someone knocked on the door. "My lord, can I have a word with you?"
Goddamn my luck. I really shouldn't think on my own.
To my surprise, though, Orias didn't show any signs of stopping. "You may enter."
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