LOST IN TIME

Can't Get Enough

"No. No! Khail!!!"

His lips launched into her open mouth again, ravaging the soft cavern with his warm, slithering tongue. It was after a full minute when he withdrew and when he did, she screamed for help even if she knew there was no one that could actually hear her from this part of the house. She realized for the first time, why did she choose this odd room in the first place?!

"Cry. Scream for help. Shout aloud. I actually want to hear your frightened voice, but I want to hear your moans more." He stated languidly into her ear as he pressed his weight more on her. He then continued where he left off and sucked on her breasts like a hungry man.

"Ahhh!" she gasped, and yes, the emotion was once again disgust and pleasure combined.

With his powers, he numbed her arms into place and then guided his now free hands to where he could pleasure her more. In her womanhood.

He slid two of his fingers into her white lingerie and flicked and rubbed the lovely spot of her crevice.

"Whimper for me woman," Khail stated, his voice roped with dominion and tenderness as he dove deep into her mouth again.

"Hhhmm..."

And whimper she did, but mixed with broken sobs however.

~ 0 ~

"Selene, you look a bit tired. Have you been painting the whole night in your room?" Her mother, Duchess Chyntelle, asked with a straight face when she noticed her daughter spacing out again, and this was for the fifth time during their lunch. It was totally getting on her nerves.

Selene blinked thrice just so she could focus on her plate once again. Good thing that she was smart enough to lie to her mother quickly. "Yes, I ah...I am, Ma."

The duchess' newly-polished nails synchronized into a tapping motion in the dining table. "You seriously should stop that for a whole week, Selene. I have a visitor coming here for you. I don't want your eye puffiness ruining everything!"

The corner of Selene's mouth turned into disapproval. "Don't tell me it's another suitor Ma." She rolled her eyes and diverted her attention to her nearly untouched plate. She tightened her hold of the fork and knife and went to cut a piece of grilled meat.

Oh she would definitely love to drive the knife in her hand to that suitor her mother had prepared for her. If she wasn't able to wound Khail with it, maybe her suitor would show a favorable response.

"Yes, and I don't want to see you pout," her mother strictly stated. "You are already twenty-three! You need a man to take care of you now!" she exclaimed in an exaggerated way.

Selene brought the utensils down forcefully in an act of defiance. "Didn't I say I don't want to marry early!?"

"Your friends are already married when they were nineteen! With your age now, you are already considered an old maid!" Duchess Chyntelle retorted.

"Stop arguing you two! Can't a man have a peaceful lunch?" Selene's father interjected, much to her relief. However, she knew that her mother won't put the issue down. She was too determined of finding her a groom before her next birthday, which was actually just a month from now.

Never had the duchess realized that her daughter was already claimed by a man... or rather a demon. For two consecutive nights, Khail kept on visiting her, reminding her — in a rough manner — about the pleasures that a man and a woman can have, and doing the best of his ability to persuade her to yield herself freely to him. She was adamant on refusing him with these two nights of course, but on the fifth night, everything about his way of handling her changed. He was actually gentler, more tender with her this time. He was even more sensitive of her outbursts of cries and pleaded — yes — pleaded that she open up herself to him. He comforted her in a way that a lover would to his woman and he showered her with kisses in a way that was drowning yet invigorating.

"Yield yourself openly to me Selene. I don't want to see you cry anymore," Khail softly stated, his voice laced with passion. "Your suitors are nothing compared to me. I can give you anything you want."

Selene was in the middle of her heat under him. Her face was flushed. Her body's sensitivity heightened with his oh-so magical hands. For the past four days, there was a fact that she had finally conceded. She will never be able to escape from him anymore. If this demon was tempting her, then he was certainly doing it right, for her heart and mind was completely in a trance with him.

Yes. She could shamelessly admit now that she was attracted to him little by little.

"Then make me forget Khail. Make me forget my problems," she stated without even so much as a thought.

"Of course." Khail grinned and nibbled on the side of her jaw. "With pleasure."

He spread her legs so that he could slide his glorious shaft inside her. He was going to make her forget her problems just as promised and what better way for that to happen than to make her insane with his vigorous insertions.

They cried their ecstasy together and with this, Khail felt it timely to show her his true self. His demon form. Well... at least most of it without the ram-like horns in his head.

His hair color changed from brown with white highlights to a cool aquamarine. It also grew longer and silkier. His eyes turned to a glowing red and his pupils, felid.

Selene was in awe of his beauty. True. Her suitors were nothing compared to him. He was one fine specimen and even though he was a demon, he was still a virile man. She could never believe that she had just opened herself up to this divine creature.

The sixth night was the same, the seventh night too, until the eighth night, and little by little, her heart felt like it was going to burst. How could she not feel that when he didn't act like a demon anymore but a lover more to her! He had willingly showered her with pleasures she had never expected she would feel. There was no denying it that he really was able to evoke passion from her.

Their odd relationship was kept a secret of course, even her maid attendant didn't know about it. However, the old woman was beginning to notice something different about her Mistress. She was always tired during the day, and she knew fully well that it wasn't because of the painting project. She also drifts in and out of focus, and sometimes mumbles to herself a certain man's name, Khail — as what her hearing could piece up together.

Something was definitely happening to her Mistress and she had a lot of probable reasons why. One of those is a possible entanglement with a spirit... a demonic spirit to be exact. Being that she was a superstitious woman, she can easily believe it that way and she immediately felt it her responsibility to protect her Mistress from any supernatural harm.

Selene had always been wondering why his visits were always brief. In an attempt to lure him out into the light, she asked him the next night if he could visit her in the afternoon. Khail agreed to it without hesitation and promised that he will visit her as she wishes.

~ 0 ~

Amaranthx Mountain

Castle Khronus

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"You are going back to the human realm again?" Khronus' right-hand demon, Asmodai, asked when the more ancient one happened to pass by him in a dark corridor. Asmodai's arms were crossed in his chest, his back leaning against one of the pillars of the corridor rather nonchalantly.

"Yes," was Khronus scant answer when he paused from walking.

"You have been very busy these days. I wonder why?" he remarked, his eyes closed but all of his other demonic senses were open.

"Hmmm... continue wondering Asmodai. You wouldn't know. You can mind your own business if you like." Khronus answered acidly.

They weren't a good pair actually and although Asmodai was his right-hand, as demons as they are, it was understandable that there was always a simmering tension between them.

"Another plaything I deduce," the prince of lust commented, opening his eyes showing off a bright glow of red.

"Nope... the word 'plaything' is an insult. More like... a lovely light in my mundane world."

"Hmmff!" Asmodai almost retched after hearing it. "So cheesy of you Khronus," he added but the ancient one only grinned in distaste.

"Go f**k yourself Asmodai." His own felid eyes glowed in bright red too. For a moment there, it looked like the two were about to strangle each other, but Khronus turned and left his right-hand alone with his insignificant musings.

"Tsk. f*****g demon..." Asmodai blurted out in a whisper. He stood erect and stared at the back of Khronus as if he was boring a hole through it. "You act so spoiled because you are lucky you have immunity to the divine electricity. Let's see then, just what is making you busy my Master." A grin in his lips appeared, thinking of a deadly scheme in the back of his mind.