Hi there, its been awhile huh? Got super distracted with Atoned yet Incomplete. -
BUT WE ARE BACK AND STUFF IS COMING!
Not like a wrecking ball though... get that crane out of here, right meow.
Alright, enough randomness, ENJOY!
"Is Lady Isabel alright?!" The gaggle of women circled the white haired man as he approached the center of the camp. He brought his hands up and chuckled at them while mentally groaning from having to make an appearance when all he wanted to do was remain in the tent with his sleeping Mistress. After their night of passion, Isabel had fallen deep into slumber and the demon could tell by the woman's stillness and her expression that she was experiencing a pleasant dream, one of which Cain guessed was one of her first.
"Yes, she is sleeping now after feeling ill from the other night. I appreciate all of your concerns and I am sure you understand that she will not be able to help you this morning, so I am here to replace her." Cain smiled and spread his arms "what can I assist you ladies with?"
The squeal of ecstatic women followed, but the near deafening screeches did not bother the demon. Nothing much did at the moment and Cain wondered how long this emotion of euphoria would last. The women dragged the demon over to their stations and each fought for the man's attention.
"Please assist me with peeling the potatoes-"
"If you could help me with this pot, it-"
"You must try this!"
The demon moved from task to task, but when offered to taste anything the man would reply "I am much too full, but my thanks." Time passed as he busied his time with carving potatoes and chopping bits of vegetable in order to assist in the chore of making soup. The women had all been chattering most of the morning, but the demon found it comforting like birds and crickets in the woods. Then one bird tweeted in a way that he found himself interested in what they were jabbering about.
"Sudden nausea? If you ask me, that girl has a much bigger problem ahead of her." Cain turned so he could focus his hearing on what the women were gossiping about. Though the sickness had been fictional, the demon appreciated any information about the health and ailment of humans. His knowledge on humans was limited and he had made it a priority to purchase some tomes once they returned home. A once not important race was becoming all the more interesting to Cain and he would obtain any and all knowledge on the creatures.
One of the women perked up and gushed back at the other woman speaking "oh perhaps it is her first child! How precious!"
"Precious? Ha! More monstrous if you ask me, little cretins."
"Quiet Gwen, not everyone detests children like you!" the bubbly woman giggled and elbowed the spiteful elder. They continued to argue, but the demon had stopped listening as a realization hit him like a wave.
Isabel could become pregnant.
A pain stung the demon as worry began to flood him at the prospect. When his eyes finally focused he found that he was staring at the pair of tents that were his companions. He stretched his senses in order to listen to the slow rise and fall of her lungs, the stir of blankets as she stirred in her sleep and moved to a more comfortable position, and the gentle fragrance the women consisted of.
"Cain… um, please take this."
The sound of a timid voice near him caught the demon off guard and he darted his eyes to the source. The woman jumped and whimpered as the bowl in her hands excreted some liquid onto her palms that held it.
"My apologies" Cain reached out and took the bowl from her to set it next to him. He then took her hands and began to wipe them with a cloth he withdrew from his pocket. "I did not know you there."
The woman blushed and looked to the side "it is fine… please, go to your wife now so she may eat and regain her strength." The woman removed her hands from him, taking the cloth "I will return this too you once I have cleaned it."
"Please keep it, as a token of my gratitude for the soup and as an apology for inflicting pain at such a kind gesture." Cain picked up the soup and nodded at the girl before walking back to his tent at a rather rapid pace.
A smile lined the woman's mouth as she watched the man return to his wife. She brought the cloth to her cheeks and said in whisper "my hands hardly burn in comparison to the heat on my cheeks…"
Cain made it to the tent and peaked inside only to glare at the two that were within.
"I believe the men are currently tasked to clean up the site." Cain said, lecturing the silver haired man now sitting next to his sleeping Mistress. When he noticed her head in Issac's lap, Cain's expression darkened.
"Remove yourself from this tent."
Issac brought a finger to his lips and with the other hand he resumed petting the woman's head and it was then that Cain realized the man had been doing this for much longer than just the few minutes it had taken the demon to walk over.
"Quiet, spawn… your lady sleeps now. Unless you wish to wake her" Issac returned his gaze to the woman lying on his thigh.
"Isabel. Wake up." Cain's powerful voice filled the tent and he entered the cramped space. After setting the bowl down near the entrance, Cain took the woman from the man and brought her into his arms. "It is time to wake up, my lady. I have brought you breakfast."
Isabel's eyes fluttered as her conscious broke from the dreams she had been enjoying. The soft caress of satin and the sweet smell of passion remained in her mind's eye as she came back to reality. Two crimson orbs watched her as she opened her eyes and a smile framed the man's features.
"Good morning Ib. How are you feeling?"
The demon's voice echoed against her fading dreams and for the first time in so many years, the woman felt embarrassment. Her hand acted upon its own and reached out to grab Cain's smile. She pushed at the demon and as she did she could feel Cain's face twitch against her palm, but he did not release her. Silence filled the room as the two used equal forces for different purposes and it was a cough that eventually made the two look over at the forgotten man sitting in the corner.
"I am not sure what you two are doing, but I wish to hear the answer your spawn has asked. How are you feeling, my lady?" Issac moved to retrieve the soup from the entrance and with careful movements he brought it over to the couple.
"I'm fine; now let me go. I'm starving." Isabel turned in the demon's arms so her back faced him and began reaching for the soup.
"I see" Cain loosened his grip but didn't release her "please eat; you must regain your strength as you did have an eventful night."
Isabel glared back at the demon leaning over her backside and bit a retort "don't you have more pressing issues to attend too?"
"Oh? Have you orders for me" Cain leaned in within inches of her lips "my lady?"
Isabel's face turned pink and she shoved the demon but the idiot didn't budge. She began flailing and soon both men were laughing at her struggle.
"LET. ME. GO-"Isabel had been wiggling free and in result the demon now only held her by her lower abdomen. The pressure of his arms around her empty stomach made her queasy so she made a noise in distress and suddenly the demon released her, cutting off the rest of her sentence. Isabel plopped onto the floor and she rolled so she could face Cain to point a victorious foot in his face. "Finally you…" The frightened expression on the demon had her words dying on her tongue. Concern filled her eyes at the demon's sudden uneasiness "Cain, what is the matter?"
He blinked several times until he found her eyes staring back at him in worried confusion and he forced a smile to his face "nothing, I have forgotten that the two of us were supposed to help the others. Come, Issac. Let us leave our lady in peace as she eats." The demon grabbed the man's shoulder before he could resist and dragged him out of the tent, leaving Isabel to blink in continuing confusion after their departure.
Strange. Isabel shrugged, too hungry to care at the current moment and picked up the bowl to begin eating her food.
Days passed as the three watched the mercenaries grow more and more confused over their missing leader. The man's absence actually hindered them as the men had ceased their given orders that Isabel had reported. It was frustrating and more so that their leader was immobilized until the cuts between her legs scabbed over.
It was their fourth and final night of the trip when Isabel snuck from her tent in order to stretch her legs. She sighed into the cold air of the evening as her limbs quivered from the missed movement. The moon was rising and with it came the gorgeous moonlight. The gentle light and source had always been beautiful to her, but now a days it was more so. She brought her arms up in a stretch and arched her back to the glowing orb, closing her eyes.
"Temptation soaked in moonlight, how you torment me Mistress." Cain's deep voice made the woman jump and she turned to face him. "I don't believe you should be out of bed."
"I can do as I like, demon. Its suffocating in there, I simply came out to breath the air of the evening." She crossed her arms, daring the demon to shove her back within the tiny hut.
Cain's eyes glowed then as he looked her up and down. Confliction appeared in those mesmerizing orbs as lust and reason fought one another, but latter ended up the leader. Cain bowed then and spoke "I am glad you are well enough to be walking now, my lady. As it seems we may have found a lead, but your services are required, unfortunately."
To be continued!
This story is actually much longer then I had originally planned, but we shall see it until the end!
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