Chapter 85 - Alright, Lets Hear It: Who R.a.p.ed Me? (1/2)

Author: This was gonna be longer since while i said business as usual, and wanted to mean it, the whole first part got pretty long in itself and so by the time the second part came around it was already an appropriate cli--ahem. Stopping point. BTW, this may be the last chapter coming out for a week. Im gonna try getting a couple chapters out for both my other novels during the next seven days....was supposed to start like four days ago? But i had this started already and only those who frequent the discord would have known so i wanted to finish this up and make it an announcement.

Might get another smaller chapter out despite me saying this, who knows

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Mary laid there in silence clinging for the second time now to that blissful ease of mind. Her whole body felt renewed. Soft, boneless, and, most importantly, impossibly content. Their combined body heat and the knowledge that she wasn't alone brought a sense of comfort that was unfamiliar, but welcome.

Just like the morning before she didn't want to get up. Her sole wish was to bury herself in this fuzzy warmth and just drift away.

Of course, this only lasted until she felt a roguish hand cup and gently knead her b.r.e.a.s.t. Her eyes nearly flew open right there and then. But remembrances of past orgasms gave her pause. She stayed quiet. Waiting. Maybe hoping. For what, she didn't quite know. It was an indistinct longing, or perhaps one she simply didn't want to so readily admit to.

Whatever it was, it made her feign continued slumber.

Soon enough her n.i.p.p.l.es grew taught. She hadn't changed into any sleepwear or undressed--she wouldn't give him the benefit of that, obviously--but the material of her new ”Goth Princess” dress, as Damien called it, was thin enough to where she could feel one pressing against him. He'd bought and adjusted several such dresses for her before they came. She thought he enjoyed painting her in his colors and preferred style. It was a trait that was definitely possessive in nature but also one she surprisingly didn't balk over.

As expected, his fingers then found their way to the peak of the mountain they'd been groping so far. A stronger heat started to well up within her prone figure as she felt her tit being unceremoniously played with.

There was no pinching or twisting but rather a light circling of her bead. At one point he even flicked her.

This went on for nearly ten minutes before Mary had to bite into her lower lip to stop from letting out a m.o.a.n. She was sure her panties would soak through at this rate and immediately stopped his fun.

She shot Damien a cold look of warning.

He calmly retracted his hand and returned it to the swell of her hip. ”Did you rest well?” Those were the first words out of his mouth.

Mary ignored him and sat up. ”I thought we agreed to no lewd stuff.”

He seemed amused by this. ”You didn't seem to mind that just now though. Or did you think I didn't know you were awake?”

Mary stilled as the shame of being found out crept all over her face. ”When did you notice?”

”From the start.”

She blanched. ”And you just let me keep pretending?”

”It was too nice seeing you trying to hold back.” He gave her a once-over. ”Are you sure you don't want to keep going? You didn't finish.”

Mary forced down the shame and felt an urge to pull at his ear. She stopped herself from doing so and just smacked his shoulder.

”Are you stupid? Vera's right there, how can you even think about doing that to me right n--”

Her words died down when the young man simply lowered his voice and asked, ”Would you like to know a secret?” He motioned for her to lean closer. Curiously, she complied.

What he had to tell her was shocking.

”Actually,” He whispered, ”She's been awake for the past hour.”

Mary's eyes grew wide and she shifted her gaze towards her daughter. The girl's back was facing them and she looked for all the world to still be asleep. But upon closer inspection, she was making many small yet noticeable trembles.

Mary recognized the soft waves of orgasm for what they were, but hoped she was wrong.

”Vera, honey?”

She almost called out to the girl but Damien stopped her with the words, ”She's gotten used to our morning rituals.” He explained. ”It's no wonder she was starting to get impatient.” They had better hearing than others, but he dropped the volume of his voice to the point only Mary could capture it.

Or maybe Vera was too lost to notice.

”You've made my little girl naughty.” Mary quietly seethed. Then stopped, recalling her girl's appetite for punishment. Maybe naughtiness wasn't a very new thing, actually.

Still.

”I only offered a helping hand.” He was entirely unrepentant. ”Oh. By the way, it's about time. Keep pretending for a few minutes, will you? To sleep I mean.”

”Why--?”

”Just do it.”

Mary resisted yet another urge to hit him and did as he said. She slid back down and closed her eyes.

A faint cry entered her ears. Vera.

”Young Master, stop! I'm good! I can't,” She m.o.a.ned breathlessly. ”I just can't c.u.m anymore!”

Mary blushed like a schoolgirl and heard some slapping, probably the girl trying to swat him away.

”Yes, you can,” Damien replied. Vera decided she would smack him later on. He was so damn c.o.c.ky it was ridiculous. But despite that, her next orgasm justified his arrogance.

”Now you're done.” He chuckled in a low, and quite s.e.xy, rumble. The way he kissed the top of her head and brought his arm up for a hug told. He quietly murmured to her, telling her what a great job she did and how amazing she was. This wasn't by any means patronizing or bad. Vera found she liked hearing these things early on in their relationship. They made her feel good about herself.

He was right, too. She was well and truly spent.

Under the blankets, Vera had become a hot, sweaty mess and loved it. Only now did her legs, which had clamped themselves around his arm and ridden dexterous fingers to climax many times in the past hour, finally release him.

He made sure she received only gentle orgasms instead of the violent convulsive ones she would normally have. So as not to wake her mother, she understood. She felt grateful for the guy's presence of mind because Heaven knew she didn't have that herself during their secret play. If anything, Vera felt that the distant awareness of her mother's proximity and the danger of their exposure was, actually, a huge turn-on for her.

Was that...bad? She didn't know. Maybe it was but she'd been too thoroughly petted and pleasured to care by this point.

”How is it that you ALWAYS know whether I really have one left in me or not?” Vera twisted to her side and steadied herself. She leveled him with a gloomy, but curious, stare.

She was serious. Every time she thought she couldn't go on, he proved her wrong. There'd been times Vera honestly thought he was trying to make her pass out(Mind you he did succeed a couple of times) just by fingering her.

”I pay attention,” Is all he said, not at all an answer.

Vera caught sight of her mother's sleeping form. The woman would likely not wake for some time more, she thought. And with that one came even naughtier ones.

She slid a hand under the covers. ”Your turn.” Vera began fiddling with the string of his trousers. What kind of lover would she be if she didn't ensure her man didn't have a happy start to his day? He certainly enjoyed making her own happy.

”Not today.” He surprisingly stopped her.

”Are you sure? I know we said no lewd things, but I basically broke that already.” She'd been weak. After becoming so used to their morning foreplay her body had just started to react on its own. She tried to stealthily take care of it by herself but it was a vain effort. She yearned for his touch and the sweet words he'd whisper in her ear whenever she came for him.

By the time she realized he'd been awake and watching her please herself, it was already too late. That sly hand had already slipped inside and started its mind-numbing tease.

It really was her own fault, she had to admit. But if she was going to take responsibility, she should take it in full, no?

”She won't wake up anyway,” Vera reassured.

Damien understood she wanted to return the favor and was thankful for the sentiment. But they both knew that much wouldn't satisfy him, even if it would still leave him happy. He practiced restraint with her constantly and didn't mind at all that neither she nor her mother had been able to satiate him before they'd grown too tired themselves.

Now that he'd been told about his Asmodian bloodline, in addition to the Dragon and Angel he already possessed, he started to understand why he had as much stamina as he did. Maybe only a woman with S.e.x Demon blood in her, too, would be able to really go toe-to-toe with him. Perhaps not even then. He accepted this in stride. As he said to her before, let him c.u.m a few times and he was happy.

Damien is a simple man. He actually found much more fulfillment in seeing them well-pleasured than himself anyway. There was no small amount of pride in knowing you had satisfied your woman. Well, women, now, in his case.

He didn't need this from her and certainly wouldn't force Mary to endure however many more minutes it'd take to let him c.u.m. She was embarrassed enough already, he was sure.

Damien, too, had a sense of propriety. If barely.

”I know.” He gave her a peck on the forehead. ”And I'm always glad you want to do that for me. But let's not.”

Vera was confused for a moment before realization dawned. She nodded. The dynamic of their relationship had become much weirder due to her mother's inclusion. She supposed it would be a bit much. Plus, what if she woke up? It was a low risk, but one Vera couldn't afford. Again, the situation was already weird. But if the woman woke up to her daughter stroking his c.o.c.k so openly and without shame?

It'd cause even more dissonance among them. Vera knew her mother never approved of her feelings for the Young Master, after all. It was to the point where Vera was surprised her mother didn't offer a deal to him at the start of whatever they'd done together.

”I'll give you myself, so don't touch Vera,” Or something to that effect. There was a reason for this, but Vera didn't even want to think about it. Luckily only she and her mother knew that little secret.

Her fear was the woman actually offering that deal later on, or maybe telling him why they couldn't be together. Vera had come to terms with the whole thing already, but just because it didn't matter to her, didn't mean it wouldn't matter to him.

Maybe the only reason her mother hadn't done either of those two things yet is because she wanted to keep the status quo. Or had just been swept up in the Young Master's pace to the point where it didn't yet cross her mind.

Perhaps, more likely, she even thought it was too late. Maybe she didn't know Vera and the Young Master hadn't actually had penetrative s.e.x yet? Whatever the case, it was best to not freak the woman out.

”Go take a bath.” He suggested. ”I'll get up in a moment too.”

His words and the glance to her mother reminded Vera of something. She stared up at him with fascinated eyes. ”Are you really going to kiss her awake? Could I watch?”

Damien raised a brow.

”I've always wondered how I look when you do it to me.” She confessed. ”This would be a good point of reference.”

He shrugged. ”As you wish.” This, too, may have been a sort of kink for the girl.

Without further preamble he tilted Mary's head up a bit more and dipped his own. Mary, having been awake this whole time in secret--at least to Vera--had known it was coming. But the knowledge and past experience with his kisses still didn't prepare her for the moment their lips touched.

A lot of the time their kissing had been done with wild abandon, full of fireworks. Other times they were sensual and smoldering. This time, however, he was lighter. One brief smooch after another like he was trying to gently shake her awake. And Mary reacted almost on instinct. She sighed through her nose. He would rain down a kiss on her and then pull away, preparing another, but this time she followed after him and their contact lingered deliciously.

She knew her daughter was watching--and what was with the girl wanting to anyway?!--but couldn't help it. Her mouth watered, opening for him as it had so many times already in the last day or so. Mary was eager for another taste. She could never have enough of it, she decided. His flavor.

Vera watched in avid fascination. Was that how she looked whenever he did the same for her? Must be.

It was somehow e.r.o.t.i.c.

Mary opened a pair of moist, limpid eyes.

”Did you rest well?” He asked her for the second time.

He can actually still be so calm even after doing this and making her spectate the pleasuring of her daughter. The things he did rarely made sense to anyone but himself, but did he always have this side to him? It was a bit terrifying. One part of your mind warns you away, the other part makes you stay. The dichotomy was enough to drive you mad. One thing is for sure: He's far more troublesome than Elias ever was.

Mary didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She simply didn't understand how to deal with him at all. Him or that l.u.s.tful little girl of hers.

”I slept quite soundly.” The woman nodded. ”Thank you.” She said after a while. Other things about the morning aside she really did have the best sleep she'd had in ages.

It was a very unconventional situation but Mary thought that the presence of him and her daughter did have a kind of healing effect. Damien was the first lover that made feel like she still mattered the next day, and Vera, being her kin, also brought of sense of closeness and familial love that wrapped her in pleasant and fuzzy warmth all through the night.

Mary was cold no longer. Nor was she lonely. She didn't dare to imagine about other things regarding this relationship, but this aspect, at least, was a blessing.

”I'm going for a bath,” Vera announced and exited the room. It only just occurred to her that she must reek of freshly-sated arousal and hurried out before her mother could catch on.

Damien nodded, knowing she'd just realized the problem but choosing not to remind her of the damp sheets.

” You stay in bed, I'll be back in a bit.” He focused on Mary instead