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Chapter 27: Brewing and Romance

The more things change, the more they stay the same. That is what I mused as my view of the ground became a view of the sky as Kasane slipped into my guard and sent my flying with a perfectly executed throw. I slammed into the ground, my Devil resilience meaning that the damage was non existent, but the frustration of losing stung nonetheless.

I sighed, before being surprised by a weight on my chest. Thanks to my accelerated growth, my body had become that of a young teenager. However, Kasane was still taller than me, for now. She was using that leverage to pin my arms to my sides while she stared down at me.

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow at her, "I didn't know we were practising grappling today."

Kasane didn't respond, merely staring down at me with serious crimson eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by her asking, "Damocles, am I unattractive?"

Silence reigned on the training grounds, Kasane's expression unchanging while I merely stared at her in disbelief. After getting to know her for the better part of a year, she was the last member of my Peerage I would expect to even care about how she looked, let alone whether or not she was attractive.

"You are very attractive Kasane. Why do you ask?" I decided to get to the bottom of this.

"I spoke to Naomi. You wish to make us your harem, yes?" Kasane spoke bluntly.

I winced, "I wouldn't put it quite that way, but yes."

She nodded, her snowy hair waving from the movement, "That's why you've been going on those dates with Miss CC. You even explained it all to Naomi. But you have not made any moves towards me. That's why I asked, am I unattractive?"

"I do want you to be mine, Kasane." I admitted, "But I will not force you. I've been acting carefully around you and Naomi especially, because you don't trust me."

Kasane blinked and tilted her head, "But I do trust you. I've trusted you for a while now."

I sighed and leaned my head back while closing my eyes, "Well how was I supposed to know that? Did you tell me?"

Kasane nodded, "I see. So it's not that you are uninterested, you were waiting out of consideration. I understand."

She leaned further forward, allowing her to stare me in the eyes again as she asked, "So what happens now?"

"Well, it seems I owe you a few dates, doesn't it?" I grinned up at her, causing her to blush slightly as she moved back to a more neutral position on my chest.

"I've never been on a date before." She mused, "What sort of things happen on them?"

"Well, dates are opportunities for people to get to know each other and have fun. You can go to interesting places, or be physically intimate." She raised an eyebrow at me, causing me to tease her by looking pointedly at where she was sitting, "You know, cuddling, holding hands, kissin…"

I was cut off by her swooping down and taking me by surprise, her lips fluttering over mine and leaving behind a faint taste of cherries, "So this counts as a date now, correct?"

"I don't know." I hummed, "I might need you do that again just to confirm."

"Greedy." Was her reproach.

She blinked, moving her hips and looking over her shoulder to where a very predictable bodily reaction had occurred. Her wine coloured eyes looked down at the bulge in my trousers and rather than any typical reaction you would expect from a teenage girl, she smiled in satisfaction.

"It seems you do find me attractive after all." I was about to respond to that, but she shut me up by kissing me again, her smile still prominent against my lips.

"Your youth is an advantage that could be leveraged in this." CC crossed one of her legs with the other, staring at Shiro with uncharacteristically serious eyes, "Is this something you would be willing to do?"

"Of course." Shiro huffed, "This is a way I can be useful to Nii-san."

"Don't be quick to agree. This is not something that should be done lightly." CC chided.

"I'm not a kid." Shiro childishly protested, "I want to be useful. I want to help Nii-san I don't care about anything else."

CC stared at the young girl, a conflicted look in her gaze before she relaxed, resigned, "Fine then. Don't come crying to me later if you can't handle it, alright?"

"Obviously." Shiro crossed her arms, "I would go to Nii-san before you."

Rather then be offended, CC laughed, "I suppose you would. Remember, bring up the plan to Damocles while specifying that you want to do this. He won't like it, but he's too practical to ignore a good idea when he hears it."

"I'll just tell Nii-san the truth."

"Fine." CC waved a hand airily, "Suit yourself."

Her hand fell back to the armrest, the ancient woman looking past the girl in front of her to many like her in the past. Once more, she was killing innocence long before it's proper time. But, unfortunately, this was necessary.

A chain is only as strong as it's weakest link.

CC spoke a bit more to the younger girl, before finally sending her off to bed and moving on with her second mission of the night. She briefly retired to her room to change into her chosen armour, then set out. She walked through the manor, feet treading a familiar path before she eventually came before the room in which lay the object of her thoughts.

CC raised up a hand, going to knock on the door in front of her, hesitating slightly. Gritting her teeth, she shook her head furiously. This was ridiculous. She was an ancient witch, she had witnessed horrors that would have broken anyone, had even broken her and yet here she was, acting like a blushing teenager with her first puppy love. This fear was nauseating, yet for some reason she could not bring herself to hate the situation.

She blamed Damocles for this, of course. He was the one who chose her, out of all the possible version he could have, specifically due to her inexperience in these matters. She would love to blame it on his male pride, the desire to be the first to conquer her in that way, but after getting to understand him she knew that his real reasoning was much more practical than that.

Of course, his male pride was still a large part of the decision, she was sure. He was infuriating like that. Guided by his emotions, but acting logically to achieve his desired results. The results he was after here, was making her fall in love with him. Trauma and sexual baggage would have made that more difficult, so he attempted to minimize that.

She should probably be angry about being subject to such dispassionate calculus, but that would be rather hypocritical. She was using him as well, after all. She had been certain that he would fail at catching her attention, like so many before her.

She placed her hand on her chest, feeling flush as she remembered how angry he was, how he was ready to declare war on the entire Underworld, all for her. Of course, there were other reasons behind his actions, as he revealed later, but that's not how it felt in the moment. And feelings, as frustrating as they are, guided humans far more than they would like to admit.

She steeled herself, bring her fist up to the door once again.

'A hundred years, huh?' She mused to herself, 'Yet he did it in a couple of months. Not that I'll ever admit it, he is more than cocky enough already.'

I was staring out of the window, looking out on the grounds of my manor. The most attention grabbing piece of scenery, was of course, the massive chromatic dragon. Tiamat had made her den on the grounds, but spent most of her time outside of it lounging around in her true form. It appears that even Dragons need room to stretch.

I didn't mind, of course. As far as I was concerned, she could sleep in every single corner of the grounds. Having her being this visible was only a good thing for me. Anyone thinking of messing with my family will be greeted by the sight of the massive fuck off dragon, a rather great security system if I do say myself.

Of course, Tiamat can only protect my Manor. The premises of my business in the underworld also need protection, but hopefully someone will try something soon. Once word gets around that Kasane is protecting the Warehouses, the only people that would attack them was a member of the top peerages. If they were coming after us… Well, I'm confident in our ability to run away at least.

My reverie was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, causing me to jolt slightly.

"Yes, who is it?" I called out.

Rather than responding, the door opened to reveal CC, who was wearing a bath robe and swiftly walked into the room, closing the door behind her, "Good, you're alone."

"What do I need to be alone for?" I raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming on my face.

A smile that was swiftly wiped as she shrugged off the robe, revealing her to be wearing a racy set of lace lingerie under it. The black fabric did not reveal anything, but was even more tantalizing for it. The bra had see through sheer material, that draped down her stomach, while on her lengthy legs she wore garters and a pair of ribboned stockings.

I maintain that CC has the best pair of legs I have ever laid eyes on, seeing them in such alluring outfit definitely had an effect on me.

She cocked her hips, hand resting on them while she slid her other down her front, drawing my eyes down to the ribbon that rested on her panties, "Does this answer your question?"

I shook my head, attempting to reclaim some control of the situation, "I don't know, maybe you…"

She interrupted me, grabbing my arm and guiding me towards my bed, "Don't be uncouth."

She gently moved me down to lie on my back, sensually crawling on to position above me, "A woman walks into your room, wearing something like this?" She smirked, amber eyes staring into mine, "You know exactly what this is."

"I do." I admitted, bringing my own hands up to rest on her wide hips, "I'm just surprised at the speed."

"You're an idiot." She traced a pattern on my chest, her other arm keeping her balanced above me, "Not just for this. You go and prove me wrong, being ready to stupidly take on the whole world at the Reveal. All because of... Then you go and chat with a dangerous dragon like it's nothing. On top of that, you have a private meeting with one of the people who you made enemies of, who could easily kill you. How do you think that made me feel?!"

I moved to speak, but her hand on chest pushed down flat, stopping me as I saw a painful look enter her gaze, "You can't die. You're not allowed to. Do you understand?"

I leaned up, as she leaned down, kissing her. Parting briefly, I spoke, "Sorry for worrying you. I swear, I have no plans to die soon."

"Then act like it." She whispered, kissing me again, lips parting to allow our tongues to meet.

She ground down where our hips met, causing a muffled groan to sound out from me. Feeling her smiling at the sound, I decided that the time for being passive was over. Twisting my hips, I flipped us over, pushing her back down into the mattress and pulling back from the kiss.

"Fool." She crooned, long legs snapping out to wrap around me, grinding me harder against the heat behind her thin panties, "I've got you right where I want you."

I laughed softly, "You've caught me. I'm at your mercy, my beautiful witch."

Our lips met once more, our tongues wrestling and vying for dominance as the friction and energy built up between our entangled bodies intensified.

Withdrawing, we panted mutually panted as we stared into each others eyes.

"Cecelia." I breathed out, "If we continue…"

"I know." Was her whispered response, tilting her head downwards, "I didn't wear this for my benefit."

Following her gaze, leaning back as her legs released me, my eyes were drawn to the Sheer black lace that covered her womanhood. More specifically, towards it's intricate construction, held together by thin ribbons on each side.

My excitement spiked at the sight. My restraint, frayed as it was, shattered entirely. I swooped down, intending on taking her lips once again. Our bodies came together again, embracing for a sweet, heavy moment before she gently pushed me back by my shoulders.

"You have far too many clothes on." Her snark remained, even with her heavy breathing.

She gently pulled my shirt over my head, obscuring the alluring vision of her a brief moment before she started removing my belt. I moved to help her, but she gently moved my hands back to my side and softly shook her head.

Soon I was stepping out of my trousers, my erection bobbing in the air from the movement. CC was looking at it quite intensely, before she smiled, "Well, that is certainly gratifying to see."

She grabbed my upper arms and swapped our positions, ending with her standing and me sitting on the bed. "You are now the one that is much too clothed." I remarked, grinning.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes, "Allow me to rectify that."

She reached behind herself, the tight bra loosening as she manipulated the clasp behind her back. She looked down at me, a surprisingly vulnerable look in her eyes before she took a deep breath and let the lace fall from her to the floor. Her breasts were not large, especially not by the standards of this world, but they were perfectly shaped and perky, topped with delicious light pink nipples. However, underneath her left breast, the cause for her hesitance was revealed.

A jagged, vicious scar, the only one that marred her otherwise flawless skin. It was the first fatal wound she had ever received and the only one that had never healed. She didn't cover herself, mere standing with her arms at her side, but from the tenseness in her body I could tell that she was self conscious of the wound.

"Cecelia." I gently grasped her bare hips, causing her to shiver and brought her closer to where I was sitting. "Every inch of you is beautiful. Never doubt that."

As I finished, I gently kissed the scar, my face gently pressing into the soft, sinful skin of her breast. She let out a shuddering breath, "You're telling me something I already know."

She tried to hide her emotional reaction behind her snark. I decided to let her compose herself and not point that out, merely winding my arms around her and gently hugging her closer to me. Having her soft skin holding so flush to my own was immensely stimulating, but I used all my willpower to control myself.

Eventually, she took a deep breath and stepped back out of my embrace, spreading her arms wide and giving me a seductive, half lidded eyes inviting me in as she huskily asked, "Are you not going to unwrap me? After I packed myself in such a pretty bow?"

I let out an amused huff and brought my hands up to the intricate ribbons on her hips, pulling the long tails and watching as the skimpy cloth fell away, revealing a hairless expanse of smooth skin, with a small discrete opening. She waited only a moment after I first was allowed to see a sight before she shoved me hard backwards onto the mattress.

Pouncing on top of me, she grinned a predatory smile, projecting confidence, "I hope you're ready, Damocles!"

"For you? Always." She blushed and shut me up with a passionate kiss.

The next few minutes were a blur, a feverish blind of grasping hands, searching tongues and moaning. We fed into each other's lusts, each of us becoming competitive in a bid to break the other's composure first, our energies feeding into our partner and being returned with just as much passion.

I managed to flip our positions again, pinning her down onto the mattress and biting gently on her neck, before starting to kiss my way across her collar bone as I started to slide down her body. Only to be stopped as she slipped her arms out of my pin and grabbed me, bringing me back up to her face.

"No, Damocles. No foreplay. I've waited more than long enough."

I noticed that this position brought my dick in line with her sodden hole, my length resting on a place that wet it's underside and radiated heat.

"It will hurt, Cecelia."

"I know."

I nodded, respecting her decision as I reached down and guided myself properly. My head slipped through her sticky opening, before encountering resistance. I focused, gently but firmly pressing in further as CC leaned her head back into the sheet's eyes closed at the foreign feeling. Soon enough, I reached a point that stopped my advance and drew a gasp from the gorgeous creature below me.

"Are you ready?" I asked, drawing a shaky nod from her as I drew back my hips and threw my weight behind the next thrust, spearing through my Queen's maidenhead.

C.C. groaned, eyes open as tears pooled within them. She blinked them away, whispering, "Finally…"

I kissed her, trying to distract her as I established a rhythm to my movements, keeping the thrusts shallow as her pussy clung to me in a vice grip, her virginal tightness almost making me lose my sense of reason.

The rhythm was thrown off as her long, thick thighs wrapped around my hips, her legs locking behind my back as C.C. joined in in earnest, the thrusts growing deeper at the added force. The slapping of flesh could be heard, as I was soon meeting her pelvis with my own, my entice cock wrapped in a sinful heaven of velvet and heat.

Like before, we were soon clashing with each other, feeding off our passion and energy. He grasping walls drove me to the edge, while my thrusting made her moans slip out of her whenever she drew her lips back to breath. It was to this sweet music that I finally flew over the edge, slamming deep inside her as I released what had to be one of the largest loads of my entire life.

She met her end at the same time, either luck or a facet of our devil blood, but whatever the case she bit deep into my shoulder, screaming muffled as her walls went crazy, milking me frantically. The pleasure was intense for us both, the moment stretching on for an eternity before we sagged against each other.

I had the presence of mind to roll off of her, laying besides her in a half hug as the room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing. She soon snuggled up to me, head buried in my chest as the passion simmered down.

"Thank you for such a precious gift, Cecelia," I eventually spoke, running my hand through her long emerald hair, "I swear to prove myself worthy of it, as many times as needed."

"Gratifying as that is to hear." She replied, her smile showing through her tone, "This is not a one time thing. You will take responsibility for all these silly things you have made me feel, understand?"

"Of course I…"

"Nor…" She interrupted me by cupping my balls, her hand gently massaging them as she coaxed me back to full mast, "Are we finished. I will be on top this time. Surely a strapping young boy such as yourself has enough energy to go again?"

I looked down, bringing my hand up to tilt her face towards me, ignoring the trace of tears I could see there, "As many times as needed."

I kissed her, a million things left unsaid passing between us at that moment, before she broke away and started to straddle me with cat-like grace.

"I hope you won't regret those words."