The Way of a Demon Lord

"But…" She avoided his eyes.

He pushed her and got on top of the table- on top of her. He locked both of her wrists with one of his hands and pressed them down on the wooden table over her head, both of his knees lied between her legs, his free hand caressing her cheeks.

"But what?" He asked. "What's your excuse?"

She tried to free herself, push him away. But alas, her efforts were futile. To her surprise, the young man who seemed and sounded half her age was stronger.

She gave up and looked away. "I… he…"

"He what? Impotent? That is your excuse?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"How did you know?!" She was shocked. Only two persons knew of this- one of them being her.

"Why do you care? Didn't you already betray your husband?" He brought out his hard cock and began to rub against her lower lips. His heavy question masked her feeling down there.

"I… I didn't betray him. I just did not want the truth to hurt him. He would have lost his position as the Marquess." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"So, you decided to take someone else's child in your womb." He pushed his dick in.

"Aaaaaah" She did not need to see, she could feel its length and girth inside her.

"What did you do?!" She was taken by surprise.

"Why do you care? You are an adulterer anyway." He mocked.

"No, I just wanted him to be happy. I secretly used all my resources to find a cure. But I failed." Tears slid down from the sides.

He began to stroke his rod inside her slowly. "If you wanted children with other men. You could have just slept with any level 3 circler and kill him afterward. Why Marquess Bradley?"

"It's because… it's because… Marquess Bradley found out somehow… and… and offered his help… aah…"

"You could have just rejected. Even if he threatened you through blackmail, you could've just blackmailed him back. After all, he was the one who offered to have sex with you."

"I just… I just wanted to… aah… hide the fact."

"No, no, no. You just wanted a 'potent' dick inside you. And that dick had to be attached to someone with the title 'Marquess'." He began quickened the pace of his strokes.

"No! Definitely not! *Sniff*" The stream of tears began to turn into a river.

"No? Then why did you continue to let him fuck you afterwards? The twins were already born by then." He started to fondle her breasts and pinch her tits.

"Because he-"

"Blackmailed you? Give me a break. You could have just threatened him with **** charges. But you did not. You just wanted that dick. You wanted to take it with all of your holes."

"No! No! No!" She began to scream as her tears began to form an ocean.

She reached the peak of excitement, her Amygdala activated. She began to process everything he said emotionally, embedding the results into her brain. The secretion of love hormones made her believe whatever he said.

"And do you know what's the best part? You were just discussing about men. And the one inside you right now is not one of them. You are a slut- a cheating slut. You never loved your husband." He dumped his hot liquid into her.

"Aaaah." She also reached her climax. Her juices gushed out. But her face belied her moan. Her eyes looked lifeless.

Was she really just a slut? Was her love for husband just for show? Was all she ever want of was dicks? No! It couldn't be, right?

She was thrown into the abyss of self doubts. The deeper she fell, the darker it got. Her whole life felt as if it were a lie. She closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt something bright through her closed eyelids. She opened them- out of nowhere, an orb of light appeared, battling the darkness. From the orb, a hand reached out- a final hope of salvation.

His whisper, "But I can fix it. I can make it so that you only love him, and no one else." sounded as if it were a divine revelation.

He removed his mask. But his face was blurred. That was right. How could mere mortals be worthy to witness the countenance of a divine being?

She could feel his face getting closer, she opened her mouth. A 'delicious' tongue invaded her mouth. She let her own tongue twist around his. Through the kiss, she grasped that angelic hand. She did not want to let it go- neither the tongue, nor the hand.

******

It was over. Ethansa left the haunted house with shaky legs. Adrian jumped down from the table.

He turned towards the approaching footsteps. It was Rosalyn, his guardian. Her breathing was unstable, two of her fingers- slimy.

"Come here, clean it." He pointed at his penis.

"Yuck."

"What?" He raised one of his brows.

"I don't have any problem with yours. But you know I can't stand other women's juices."

"Exactly! clean it. Or, I will pound you right here. Besides, you are the thirstiest one I know when it comes to a lady's secretions." He smiled.

"Hmph. She is an exception." She approached him and knelt down.

She held his wet cock and stroke it a bit before putting the tip in her mouth. She cleaned it before taking all of his length into her mouth. *Slurp. Slurp* she began to bob her head and suck all of the fluids into her mouth.

Adrian ejaculated again- this time, into her mouth. She swallowed it directly. She brought it back out and gave one final lick at the tip.

"Here you go." She licked her lips and got up.

"How did you do that by the way? When we were 'spying' the last two days, you did nothing but watching them from close. We had no intel of what you used today. And besides, how did you even get their schedule? You were only able to 'accidentally' meet her at the snow garden yesterday because you had it."

"Isn't it obvious my dear guardian?" He walked behind her.

He held her soft and round mounds and began to fondle them casually. "It's all because of these beautiful breasts of yours."

"Since when did you need an excuse to touch them?" She looked back and teased.

"Tsk. You don't even trust me. How can I trust you with my life?" He shook his head.

"I am the one who should be clicking tongue. Don't tell me if you don't want to. Why make these things up?" She stomp her feet.

"Bring me a piece of paper and a pen." He ordered.

She squinted, but followed nonetheless. She brought them out from her purse.

Adrian took them and scribbled a few things.

"Here, bring me these as soon as possible."

"These are potioneering ingredients. Some are common, some are rare. But I can find them all in Belfort. Besides, since when did you need an aphrodisiac to lay someone?"

"Wait, how do you know there are ingredients of aphrodisiac potion in there?" He gave her a look. "Potioneering was not even your optional course."

"Hehe. A potioneer friend of mine shared it with me." She avoided looking into his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what you did to your classmate." He smiled.

"How did you know?!" She took a step back. "Oh right, you know everything." She could not believe she was getting accustomed to this.

"That bitch deserved it. She always looked down on me because I was a commoner. I didn't care. But she crossed the line when she spread rumours that I was a slut and I was always looking for aristocratic dicks." She gritted her teeth and stomped her foot again.

"So, you threw her into the busy boys' common room along with a burning aphrodisiac potion?" He smirked.

"These matters are ancient history. Let's forget about it. We have been changing inns everyday. Where will we sleep tonight?"

"This place seems nice. We can stay here for now, it's isolated and safe."

"It's okay, I guess." She replied, scanning the eerie place once again.

*Scrape* *Creak*

Rosalyn jumped towards him and held his arm. "What was that?"

"This is a haunted house. What did you expect?" He rolled his eyes.

******

Deep into the night. Even the moon was covered by the clouds, the landscape perfectly contrasted it's white appearance at daytime.

A silhouette which was a shade darker sneaked through the silent alleys of the Academy.

It was none other than Isabella. She had been waiting for this opportunity for days. Now that her young master was gone, leaving her alone- the time was perfect.

She just hoped that the rumours were true.

She finally reached her destination- the female instructors' dormitory. Her target- the third floor.

Even though a supervisor was in charge of taking care of the dorm, it was not a problem for a 'professional' assassin like her.

She took in a deep breath and continued with her 'mission'.

Somewhere at the second floor- "Who's there?"

Isabella hid and used her <Ghost> essence to the fullest, becoming a ghost herself.

The old lady scanned around. "Sheesh. I should just retire." She left.

"Phew." Isabella continued.

She finally reached her goal, there was a door in front of her.

*Knock… Knock… Knock* She knocked at specific intervals three times- not more, not less- just as the 'rules' stated.

*Creak* The door slightly opened.

"You were not followed, right?" She heard a shushed voice.

"I assure you. I am an assassin." She replied in a shushed voice herself after looking around.

"Come in."