Chapter 297: Dream Come True [+18]
Mmmh...
Rah moaned softly as her body twitched beneath the blankets. Consciousness returned gradually, pulling her from a deep and restless sleep. Her eyes slowly opened, but for several moments all she saw was darkness. The room remained dimly lit, illuminated only by pale moonlight filtering through the massive glass walls. A cool breeze drifted through the slightly opened balcony doors, brushing gently against her skin and carrying with it the scent of pine and distant snow.
The world felt strangely quiet. For a moment she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling while allowing herself to enjoy the unfamiliar peace.
Eventually she turned her head and her gaze landed on Damian.
He stood beside the enormous glass wall with his back partially turned toward her. Beyond him stretched acres of forest covering much of the property surrounding the mansion. Moonlight bathed the treetops in silver while distant hills faded into darkness beyond the horizon.
A cigar rested between Damian’s fingers and a glass of whiskey sat loosely in his other hand. Thin streams of purple smoke drifted upward around him before dissolving into the night. He looked less like a prince of hell and more like a man burdened by too many thoughts.
Rah studied him quietly for several seconds before a weak smile touched her lips.
"Don’t tell me you’ve been standing guard to make sure I don’t escape?"
Her voice sounded hoarse from exhaustion and Damian glanced over his shoulder. His expression remained dull and unimpressed.
"You are the most optimistic hostage I have ever seen."
A weak laugh escaped Rah. The sound echoed softly through the room but ger eyes remained fixed on his back.
She knew perfectly well that if Damian’s wives had been given complete control over her fate, she would have been dead long ago. The fact she remained alive said more about Damian than it did about them.
Those women were careless and ruthless with Lin Qui but with this man they seemed more controlled. The thought amused her because she never thought to see a day the three mad queens feared so much in the underworld would be reduced to toothless dogs.
"The artifact you talked about. Where is it?" Damian asked directly.
Rah rolled her eyes.
"Be a gentleman. At least give me something to eat first."
There was a faint seductive edge to her tone and Damian frowned immediately.
He turned fully toward her.
"Mortal food doesn’t work for demons and I have no intention of letting you steal a human soul in my city." His answer came flat and emotionless.
Rah sighed dramatically before resting her chin upon her palm.
"You are Lust. A taste of you is worth more than the finest dishes in the underworld." A mischievous gleam appeared in her eyes.
The expression only made Damian’s blood pressure rise. He could already tell she enjoyed provoking him. The annoying part was that she knew exactly how attractive she was.
Rah noticed the brief tightening of his jaw and immediately became more pleased with herself. For all his power, Damian remained surprisingly easy to embarrass.
Meanwhile Damian stared at her for several seconds. The temptation was definitely there. He wasn’t blind. Rah was dangerously beautiful but that was exactly why he refused to let her dictate the pace of the conversation.
He had already learned enough from dealing with demons to understand one simple truth. Everything must come at a cost or it’s just charity.
"This dick is expensive." Damian shrugged casually. "Especially when it practically guarantees your evolution into the Demigod Realm."
For several seconds Rah simply stared at him as her mind struggled to process his words. Then her brows slowly rose.
Did the Sin of Lust just put a price tag on himself?
Her mouth opened slightly, closed and then opened again. The absurdity of it left her momentarily speechless. All the sins of lust she has come across spent centuries chasing pleasure without restraint. Yet, this man somehow treated it like a business negotiation.
Damian turned and began walking toward the door and Rah remained frozen.
"Wait."
Damian paused. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Did you just sell yourself at a price?"
Damian looked over his shoulder. "I prefer the term premium product."
Rah stared at him for a minute, then she grabbed a pillow and threw it. The pillow struck the doorframe after Damian had already stepped outside.
"Stingy bastard!"
Her curse echoed through the room. The mixture of embarrassment and disbelief in her voice made the entire situation even more ridiculous.
Damian simply shook his head while walking away. The hallway remained quiet as he made his way deeper into the mansion. The farther he moved from Rah’s room, the more the playful amusement faded from his expression.
Eventually he reached his study and the large double doors opened silently before him. The massive windows behind his desk stretched from floor to ceiling, allowing moonlight to flood the room. The pale glow cast long shadows across the floor and turned the study into a landscape of silver and darkness.
He walked toward his chair and slowly lowered himself into it. The leather creaked softly beneath his weight and a tired sigh escaped him.
The glass of whiskey settled onto the desk and his cigar followed shortly afterward. For a few moments he simply sat there in silence but then the door yanked open and Loth walked in wearing her semitransparent nightwear, clutching a few files against her chest as she calmly approached the desk and placed them down.
"Congratulations on your victory," she said to Damian, but received no response.
Moonlight poured through the glass wall behind his chair, bathing her directly and revealing the outline of her perky breasts beneath the thin fabric.
Damian stared at her, his eyes burning with desire, yet he needed to quench it somehow. He tipped the chair back, allowed it to roll a few inches, then unzipped his pants so his 13-inch cock sprang out like a whip before standing upright. Loth’s eyes widened in surprise.
"You have always wanted to have a taste, correct?" Damian raised a brow. "Now is the chance."
Her heart skipped a beat as she instantly fell on her knees and grabbed the cock with both hands, her eyes filled with the burning desire she had been holding down for a while.
"No... Not this... The real you," Damian said calmly while his eyes revealed a violet glow.
He was already bored of having humans and only exquisite demons fit his palette.
Loth didn’t say a thing. Her body jolted backward and fell unconscious on the floor, leaving behind her true body in its place.
Damian slowly licked his lips at the sight of her pink hair, gray skin, and tiny bat-like wings. The tail slowly wagging behind her was nearly as attractive as her bare perky breasts with pink nipples staring at him.
[Ritual mating Initiating...]
The system notification rang at the back of his head but got no reaction from him. Damian just stared at her naked body while she stared back into his eyes with undeniable hunger, yet the decency to wait for her master to give permission before she could have a taste.
"Go ahead," Damian finally spoke.
Without hesitation, Loth plunged Damian’s cock into her mouth, the sweet, creamy taste of his divine tarse filling her mouth as she closed her eyes to savor the state. Instinctively she kept pushing down until Damian’s cock became visible down her throat, causing her to gag and cough repeatedly, but that did not stop her.
Damian could sense the flow of energy surging between them. It wasn’t as strong as what he felt with his wives but it wasn’t half bad either. After a few seconds of holding her head down on his cock, she pulled back, gasping for air while the system notification rang in his head.
[Ritual mating connected successfully... Enjoy]
