Sorry for such a late posting.
I have been living at work and stress has had its way with me.
Again, Mature chapter. Mild violence and sexual themes.
I made compromise to steam. :3
Enjoy!
"Put me down, Cain." Isabel demanded and Cain's amusement died. The deceased emotion was replaced by a mix of worry and rebellion.
"I would prefer not to, my lady. You're in no condition to be walking as of yet."
"I can walk for this. Do not deny me, demon." Isabel at last tore her eyes from the sagged man to smile at Cain and malice all but dripped from the madness that swirled in her violets. The demon knew his Mistress was lost in her hatred, but only she could pull herself from it. The pieces had all been set and Isabel would play them as she would see fit.
Cain sighed in annoyance and chided her as he set her down on her feet "wounds cannot heal if you strain them."
"Don't you tell me how the human body works, devil" karma in the form of instant pain shot up her legs as soon as she stood. She cringed and gripped Cain's arms as she fought her legs from buckling in shock. Deep breaths were inhaled and released as she gathered herself once more and turned towards the captive. Her back straightened and her body moved with perfect elegance as she strode across the room, naked besides the sheet lazily wrapped around her. Blood began to slide down her legs and fall upon the floor, but the expression on her face disregarded any interruption. The tail of the satin cloth dragged through the spilled crimson and stained the fabric.
My macabre bride… Cain forced himself to remain where he stood regardless of how his body craved to take his Mistress. She had accepted him and yet they were down here. The demon sighed from his mental and physical frustration he had suffered in order to suppress his lust for Isabel, but his mind didn't function properly when the woman cried in weakness. So instead of ravishing her until she lost sight of the present, he had comforted her, but in order to do so he needed to know what scars she bore.
He had expected that horrible experiences molded the woman, but he had underestimated the cruelty humans could exert. After experiencing the quick hell that was Lawrence Ainsworth he didn't believe life could get much worse for Isabel, but the horror she felt for the man she now walked towards didn't even compare. Her fear had be raw and her mind had even refused to comprehend the man could be in her proximity. She had even forgotten the demon's existence in her terror and that annoyed him.
So, what would she do now that Cain had wrapped this little present for her?
"Mordecai…" Isabel purred as she leaned down to caress under the man's chin in order to pull his head up "wake up, it's time to play." When the man didn't stir from her rousing she brought her other hand to his face and the two in unison flanked either side and jerked. She brought his face close to hers "WAKE. UP. NOW."
Lazy eyes opened and he grinned at her "Ello, love." Disgusted, she spat in his face which made him growl in anger "you bitc-"the man's words caught in his throat as an unnatural elongated shade stretched behind Isabel to quiver its massive head in his direction. Fear gutted his insides as those massive red pools stared into him and he knew body and soul that whatever that creature was, it intended to consume him and would aide his former pet in any way it could.
Isabel smiled and released the man's face in order to reach her limbs high "I see you have met Cain, my faithful servant" the large shadow manifestation grinned razors back at the man in a disturbing greeting. "How does it feel to be at the mercy of a monster?"
Isabel spread her fingers and Cain screeched like the hellish fiend he was. The room shook from the intensity and lighting flickered as the demon slide sideways to stand beside the man. Mordecai turned his head to find the creature, but it was gone. Panic filled his stomach, where had it gone? While he was distracted he didn't notice the knife before Isabel set it at his forehead. The man froze as he realized the blade was that of his hunting knife.
"Apologize for your sins you animal." The blade dug into his forehead and Isabel leaned in to cup her ear at him.
His ego rose at the sign of mockery "fuck you, harlot. I enjoyed every second I ruined ya'"
Isabel's eyes flashed and she prepared her body to use all her strength in order to push the knife in, but a familiar shadowlike tentacle wrapped around her hands to stop the force. Another appendage circled her neck in a loose knot and the tip pointed at her ear.
"Do not rush, love. Once he is dead, you can no longer toy with him as he did with you. Enact your revenge and saver his suffering. I am at your disposal, use me as you wish." A slight representation of Cain's voice spoke from the appendage from origins unknown. She turned her head to stare at the shadowy limb and blinked at it several times.
"I did not know you held this ability" Isabel stated through the faint echoes of Mordecai's screams of agony as one could guess the blade had begun its decent.
The appendage contorted as it grew a single red eye and mouth "there is still so much about me you have yet to learn, love."
Shivers ran up and down her spine at how true that statement was. What did she know of the demon? She knew he was some kind of a lord, but didn't understand exactly how that worked. Lara was an accomplice… or was she more? He had stated she was not a current lover, but had the woman been previously? How old was Cain?
"I'M SORRY!" The scream of torture found its way back to the english language and spoke the command in which the man believed would end the knife's descent. It paused right above his groin as the outburst interrupted the woman's thoughts.
Isabel returned her attention back to the man and she found that the power he had once held over her emotions and being had vanished. After witnessing his utter weakness she found the man bored her, much like a cat with a crippled insect, and she simply wanted him gone. "You are a pathetic creature, Mordecai. You have only suffered one scar as opposed to the multiples I have suffered from you're hand and already you weep like a child. You are not worthy of my attention nor shall you affect me any longer." Isabel dropped the knife and yawned in boredom "Cain, I have a question for you."
"Yes my lady?" The large shadow manifestation fell from the roof and landed behind her. Within seconds his glamour reinstated itself and he stepped the few feet in order to draw the woman's back against him "you should not be standing."
Isabel shrugged off his input "I suppose a demon would know of a fate worse than death." She laid her head on his chest and looked up at him, her amused violets shining.
A smile curves his mouth, "is that an order, Ib?"
"It is a request and an opportunity to understand you better, demon. You may do as you wish." Isabel stated and returned her gaze to the pathetic sobbing heap that was Mordecai, expecting her demon to delight her.
"As you wish, I shall engage in what humans call free will." The demon then without further hesitation lifted Isabel up and turned to exit the room.
"Wai-What?! Cain, what are you doing?!" Isabel clambered up the demon's shoulder to look back at the slumped man expecting him to explode, but no such display appeared. "You would leave him living?"
A smile and an intense gaze forced Isabel speechless "no, I plan to have the most delightful of evenings as I have been ordered to 'do as I wish'. First I shall ravish my Mistress thoroughly as I have met many human women in my lifetime, but none can compare to how deeply I desire you." The woman withdrew air in order to scold the demon, but he brought a finger to her lips in an act of interruption. "Do not fret, once you have grown weak from ecstasy, I shall return to this very basement in order to consume him as no fate is worse than a demon ripping out one's essence in greed."
Images blurred as Isabel gazed at the ceiling and allowed her head to slide sideways, the movement feeling natural. She could hear the sound of the crackling fire and assumed the mess of orange across the room was the source. Movement below her caused her eyes to widen and the flames brightened in color and intensity. A cool hand snatched her chin and ripped her eyes from the fire. Her vision then was obscured by Cain's naked chest and what a lovely sight it was.
"You wound me, Ib. If you continue to be distracted at such useless details the room holds, then I shall shroud us in darkness so you may focus." The demon released his hold at her face and slid his fingers down to her chest. "Or perhaps I shall bring pleasure to much closer regions." His head dipped and his mouth found its way to her breasts.
"You are so-" whatever she was about to say died instantly as his tongue swirled over her own naked flesh. Her back arched against her will and breathing became very difficult.
"Your body is but a virgin to pleasure, love. You never cease to amuse and thrill me."
Isabel found a gap through her buzzing libido in order to glare at the smug demon, but when she found him looking up at her in turn she forgot how to glare. How did one glare? A smirk, and then the blasted demon took one of her tightened nipples into his mouth.
A harsh moan escaped her throat and her eyes closed from the intense pleasure that a simple lick and nibble brought her. Those same speckles of color danced behind her lids and that's when she realized an important fact.
Her past no longer haunted her. The voices that would typically grate at her patience ceased their constant rambling and the horrific images of brutality and abuse dulled in comparison to the spectacular dancing orbs of light. The colors extinguished each terrible experience and when her mind would recall a haunting memory it would be adjacent to a more recent experience. One side would portray the horrible pedophile, but the other would show her the demon teaching her to dance. Then it would shift and one side would portray her being locked into a cage to be prodded with sharp instruments, but then the other would recall a time when she had snuck into Cain's bed chambers in order to braid his hair with flowers.
Pure laughter poured out of the woman as she reached down to cup the demon's face with both her hands. She found Cain watching her with an expression of confusion, but that only made her laugh more. After she motioned him close he moved to follow her direction and the two in result held their lips mere inches apart.
"I think I might be in love with a demon. How tragic…" it was then that Isabel moved forward and claimed the demon's lips.
Cain's eyes remained open as his Mistress kissed him. His mistress had kissed him upon her own desire and had confessed such a weakness to him. It wasn't the first time a woman under contract with him had spoken of their love for him; however, it was the first time Cain had ever craved the sentiment. Her tongue brushed against his and he decided further analysis could wait until later.
What had started as a sweet gesture had ignited into hungry passion. The two fought each other as each attempted to dominate the other, but with a swift motion Cain grabbed Isabel's wrists and brought them above her head.
"You must stop, love. Allow me to lead as I do not wish to hurt you-"
"Fuck hurting me, idiot. Let me go!"
"I will not harm you, Ib." Cain's expression appeared stern, but that only made the woman chuckle.
"Out of curiosity if I was to order you-" a blur of motion and the feeling of heat near her groin was her only explanation for the wave of pleasure that hit her. Her body arched again and she yelled out in bliss.
"I always remain several steps ahead, Ib." One of his hands weaved the web of pleasure in her lower region and the other began to play with her chest as if she were a tuned piano and her voice the harmony. His head dipped and hot breath splashed against her neck "it was a good try, love."
Isabel mumbled something intangible in her chorus of pleasure so the demon stopped toying with her breasts momentarily to allow her some words. When she smirked, he knew he had made a mistake.
In rapid speed, the woman made her order "I order you to take me as a human male would a woman. Enough with this slow torture!"
Cain growled, annoyed his game was ending. He licked her neck and whispered over a mouthful of her ear "as you wish, Isabel."
To be continued!
I can't handle steam, I am ashamed in myself. T-T
So I made a compromise and did some, but faded to black towards the more intense scene.
I tried! lol!
I needed more time to research, but then again I just am not comfortable with it as of yet. One day! One day...
Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next chapter!