Author's Note: Happy new year! I intend on putting out one more chapter of Veina's diary, but I have another story that I'm helping another writer with first. In addition to continuing Wormhole, I do have a new story idea that I'm developing and I may get a first entry out some time this year. Stay tuned.

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The Demon was still riding high after revealing her true self to Jason. Despite Jason's less than perky reception, Veina was not crushed by the experience. On the outside, Jason was as adamant as ever. But Veina's demonic senses could see his male biology reacting to her. And he couldn't heckle his way around that.

Since her maturity, Veina greatly enjoyed being eye-candy for males. Her aphrodisiacal presence could heat men's blood and swirl their minds with a sea of immoral thoughts, turning them into drooling captives of their male instincts. They were helpless against Veina's seductive allure which she held firm on a leash. Such power was most appealing to her demonic nature. So, of course, it came as no surprise to Veina that Jason struggled to remove his eyes from her body. Even now, she could still feel his traitorous eyes trace along her hourglass figure from head to toe. Immunity or not, she hadn't forgotten how his heartbeat increased when she mercilessly teased him with a fraction of her sexual potential. Indeed, the satisfaction of flaunting the wondrous 'fruits of her labor' to Jason had showered her heart with the most supreme of pride. The kind of warmth that only the lust of her husband could stoke.

Having departed Jason's workshop, Veina made her way to Jason's apartment, which she had scouted out months before. She wasn't pleased at his request for her to leave. But while he may have not wanted her in his workshop, he had never told her to stay out of his apartment. In her eyes, it was fair to see the home that they would be sharing together. And the locked door meant nothing to her and her portal ability. That lock was to keep intruders out.

Still, she was less than impressed upon entering. No, his small apartment would not do. There was nowhere near enough room for a single child. This would have to be remedied in the future.

Nevertheless, a stroll around the apartment provided Veina's depraved imagination with many spots to make love. All the different ways that they could explore one another. And as Veina fantasized more and more, she did find herself struggling with her promise to wait. Even though the Demon could not use her charm magic on Jason, she could always just use her more 'forceful' magic to have sex as soon as Jason walked through the door. After all, he wouldn't be disappointed after the sacred deed was could guarantee that. And she wouldn't be disappointed either.

But Veina knew better. It was still dangerous to make her dear Jason feel like a cornered animal. Even the slightest chance of damaging their relationship was too much. This was better. Besides, it was her demonic nature to play with her targets. And this time, it would be all the more enjoyable to lead Jason right into her warm embrace rather than chase him like a simple-minded Wurm. It was a vastly more satisfying endgame. And the prospect of receiving the unabashed passion of a mysterious, defiant maverick like Jason made Veina feel so feminine; in the most sensual of ways. The thought alone made her giddy in anticipation. Veina suspected that Jason did not feel the need for a large number of friends, even in his own world. However, his type was always so vigorous once they let themselves go.

All of the exhilaration had left her hungry. More than one kind of hungry, that is. Jason would return in a few hours, so she saw to it to begin making dinner. For now, that was the least she could do. However, she planned on doing so much more. As fierce as humans could be, they were also very frail. As a result, it was understood among Demon-kind that it was their individual responsibility to look out for their special human. To provide care and protection in return for their love and spirit energy. Jason's often sour outlook may have even compelled Veina double her efforts. And if Jason lived a life of danger, then it was all the more important for Veina to be at the top of her game.

But it was best to take things one step at a time. Dinner was what Jason would desire most of all. At least, that's what Veina believed he would want. In truth, Veina wished that Jason would desire something more… carnal. Perhaps she would cook up a dinner that could feed Jason, as well as put his magic immunity to a definitive supreme test once and for all. All she needed was a few special cooking ingredients...

—–

The next morning…

Veina woke up before Jason. After a good stretch, Veina watched her dear mate and drank in his intoxicating mana that radiated with each beat of his heart as he slept. Though they had not made love the night before, just sleeping next to Jason gave Veina the best rest that she'd had in a long time. It likewise provided her with the most hedonistic of dreams.

Veina woke up with a grin on her face, and she couldn't shake it. A tremendous sense of relief washed over her as she observed him sleep. It was evident that Jason had a great many things riding on his mind, and Veina speculated that there was more, since she still didn't know everything about his past. Nevertheless, she took sympathy on him for the burden on his shoulders. Being from another world was a strain that she couldn't begin to comprehend. So, to see Jason with even a temporary moment of peace was a comfort to her. Yes, he was cantankerous and jaded through most aspects of life, but Veina could not have been happier to be around him. He may have closed off the rest of his past, but what he had confided in Veina was more than enough. Beneath his gruff exterior, his mana hinted at a much less cynical side buried within him. It echoed the conviction that she sensed in him early on. Her love of him could not be outweighed.

And Veina's heart-felt devotion to Jason impelled her to please him far beyond what ordinary lust could do. To engulf him in a bottomless well of sensual pleasures that would unite them in body and soul. Last night, she wished that Jason would have mounted her like a hungry beast to indulge in his most ferocious carnalities. But alas, he remained stingy and laid out his banal bedroom rules. All of which she adhered to, though none of which were enjoyable, at all. No way of 'exploring' one another.

At least she had been able to suck up his intoxicating mana all night long.

Veina was sure that Jason would take quite a bit of time to succumb to her erotic whiles. But if anyone could break through, Veina was confident that she'd be the one to do it. She had to do it. Whether Jason accepted it or not, he was thoroughly and effectively hers. And given more time, he could be swayed from his misplaced distrust toward the Demon Lord. He simply didn't understand what the Maou actually intended for the world, that's all. Veina could teach him.

But there was plenty of time for that later. For now, Veina had to go. As much as she desired to stay in bed with Jason, she had to tend to her duties. But as a parting gift, Veina thought that she would leave behind a token in the form of a red orb. Before Jason returned to his workshop, she left a glimpse into her own 'workshopped' ideas.

—–

A few weeks later…

Veina was no stranger to temperamental individuals. Confrontations among militant mamono was to be expected, given her role among the Demon Lord's forces. Jason wasn't as aggravating as some of the Maou's more haughty commanders whom Veina worked with, nor was he as pompous as some of the overcompensating leaders whom Veina had seduced. However, their life together was not off to a cozy start. Jason had brought his own war with him into her world, which left his mind in a less than peaceful place. Regardless, through thick and thin, Veina had surprisingly little trouble growing acclimated to living with Jason. Perhaps her past experiences had prepared her, or perhaps she was blinded by love. She didn't care. Jason was Veina's eternal anchor.

Regardless of her feelings, Jason's defensive walls were proving a formidable task to breach. But Veina expected no less from him. His aura possessed a natural fire to illuminate his way through the difficulties of life, but it stood to reason that the mental strains of losing his homeworld tested the fortitude of that fire. This no doubt doubled his testy nature, which he was hardly shy to vocalize. If anything, Veina felt that allowing Jason to vent while she listened would do him well, even if it did put her on the undesirable receiving end of his frustrations.

Veina was certain that her less than subtle 'talents' could soothe the strain, if he would only allow her.

It was a difficult hurdle for Veina to not be able to fall back on her Succubus magic to entice him. But Veina saw it as a unique chance to put her skills in sexual competition to the ultimate test. And with Jason, it was an intense battle of wills and wits between them. Besides engaging with his mental 'defenses', Jason also had quite the way with words. Such strange and peculiar vernacular that he brought from his world, as well as his unorthodox gest, were beyond what Veina could ever have prepared for. But Veina was nevertheless adaptable. Her resolve motivated her to step up her own pleasantries in order to keep pace with his savvy tongue. Oh, his tongue. The things that she wanted that lively tongue to do to her. Like having it search through all of her most intimate spots.

On that note, Veina knew it wise to use more than mere words to compete in such a contest. She possessed many tools all designed to appeal to Jason's male eyes. She could utilize her magic to boost her impressive breast size even more so. Or she could keep her finely crafted rump lifted just a bit upwards in his direction. Or she could ensure that her toned legs never concealed her maidenhood to be taken. As she expected, none of her dalliance went unnoticed by Jason. Try as they may, Jason's wandering eyes always betrayed his orders and Veina's plush lips always betrayed her carefree demeanor in the form of an obscene smile. How could it not? After all, using the 'fruits of her labor' to toy with an ordinary male was always a pleasurable accomplishment. But invoking the lust of Jason, the object of her heart's desires, was beyond fulfilling to her Demon pride. Whenever he found himself unable to turn away from her delicious features, his mana would peak with hunger. Feeling its presence had always sparked a flare within Veina's heart just as fierce as in her loins; if not more so.

No matter Jason's cantankerous nature, Veina could not have been happier. She was too much in love to consider his company unpleasant. Thus, her task didn't feel like work to her at all. This was more like the greatest passion project of her life.

Though Veina was ecstatic, she still took the time to consider Jason's mindset. In particular, the strain from his burden. There were other ways to help him. And in the town of Gamberton, there was a golden opportunity for her and Jason to spend some quality time together…

—-

The next day...

Jason was more of a homebody, which suited Veina fine as she was very content with… indoor activities. But no matter how bad her womb burned, patience was the key. Still, there was no reason that they could not enjoy themselves in the annual gathering of the Gamberton festival. Despite Jason's expected apprehension toward the erotic attractions, Veina made the most out of their time together. The games of skill were an acceptable and amusing way to uncover some of Jason's more merry side. But Veina had a much more subtle treat in store for him. After all, she belonged to Jason and no one else. And a man so very often relished the chance to boast of his prowess to other men, especially when it came to his sexual partner. On that, Veina was more than generous in making other men salivate at the sight of her. Be it her luscious figure on full display from all angles, or simply a gleam from her mesmerizing eyes, all of Veina's flirtatious mastery was in service of Jason's pride.

But why should Jason have all of the fun? Jason likewise was hers, and hers alone. As Veina led Jason through the Gamberton festival by the hand, she very much favored stoking the flames of female jealousy around her. The lustful gawking and damn near drooling aimed at her dear Jason was ever so delicious for Veina to savor. Even when it came to her own Demon kin, she had not forgotten the teasing that her lengthy, job-focused, single life was subject to over the years. Not that she took the good natured ragging too personally, but she nevertheless jumped at a chance for some harmless vindication. Such as a glorious stage to reveal her beloved Jason. Not just to mark her territory, but to pull a very unexpected 'victory' on all of her Demon peers. To show just who had the most supreme mate of all.

She was sure that Jason would love it.

—–

Later that same day…

Veina cursed the Order as she made her way to the town gates. It was terrible enough that they had attacked Gamberton on the day of the great festival. But to have the audacity to interrupt Jason and Veina's day together was unforgivable. The livid Demon planned on taking out her frustrations on the Order as she joined the mamono forces to drive them out of the city.

At least, Veina had repeatedly told herself that her distress was caused by the Order's intrusion. But her external ire masked something far more torturous; the memory of what transpired between her and Jason just before the attack. It had been more than a normal quarrel. Veina had learned long ago that Jason was the type of man to spice up his opinions, but never sugarcoat them. Even so, such animosity was something that the Demon had not seen coming. She knew that his circumstances had a deep effect on him, but the contempt he displayed went beyond a lone wolf with an abrasive side. He didn't shudder against mamono and wouldn't hesitate to fight back. While a Demon of her prowess did not fear a human physically, his rejection had wounded her heart far, far worse than any weapon could.

It was clear that Jason had a far less pleasant life than Veina had. He harbored secrets well beyond her expectations, but if she didn't know them, then there was no way that she could find a solution. Being that their future life together was at stake, it was all the more painful for Veina to remain in the dark.

Veina hoped to relieve her distress through combating the Order. The Demon trained herself to maintain her professionalism in all such life or death matters. But through it all, the constant vexing in her mind threatened to shatter her focus. She wanted to be with Jason above all else. To keep him in her sights at all times. To be able to touch him whenever she wanted. Such as right then and there. However, she had to secure Gamberton before returning to him.

—–

That evening, back in Jason's apartment…

Even though she put up her protective dome spell, and even persuaded Jason to permit her embrace in their bed, Veina found sleep to be more difficult than usual. Jason's confrontation with the Order and his narrow miss of death had left her more than raddled. From the moment that she found him outside the Witch's barrier, through the entire ride home and right up to the present, Veina had been fighting off a state of hysteria. Under normal circumstances, especially now that she had Jason in her arms, Veina would have entertained countless lewd fantasies for them to indulge in one another. But instead, her usually erotic imagination of Jason now swelled with a sea of nightmares that she felt lucky had not become a reality.

On top of everything that had transpired, Veina's heart still ached after Jason's venomous words during their spat. Though Jason had made his regrets very clear to her, Veina wasn't satisfied enough. She in no way harbored deeply negative feelings toward Jason, but she now saw a more dire side to him. One that was unclouded by the naivetes of an inexperienced youth. It was a glimpse at the secrets that he kept sealed behind the wall away from the world. Away from Veina. Just what kind of world did he come from? What could have shaped his bitter worldview? The mystery intrigued her as much as it alarmed her. It was evident that there was much more work ahead of her before she could become one with Jason, but she was not discouraged.

Veina knew that their future together was to serve Jason just as much as herself. It was her nature to shield him from things even as meager as stress. However, Jason was no stranger to battle, that much was obvious to Veina. Therefore, it was his nature to fight just as much as it was her nature to protect him. Be it nobility or bullheadedness, any further efforts to sway him from conflict would be futile, just as it had been that very day in Gamberton. Her love, Jason, had unfortunately been put in even greater danger, and would no doubt be targeted by the Order's retaliation after foiling a major coup. Yet, it was Jason himself who elected to intervene; a realization that Veina struggled to find resolve with. On one hand, she was furious at Jason for the distress that his tenacious nature had inflicted on her. However, Veina couldn't deny how his conviction to his principles, similar to herself, had made her love him that much more. The affection she felt was enough to shame her for ever entertaining the thought of dissuading Jason away from his own personal war with the Skarlik invaders. Such a selfish act would be a betrayal against Jason's very core that she could never forgive herself for.

It was an ever so bitter pill to swallow, but she understood that she would have to grow accustomed to Jason being at risk in one form or another. In addition, she had to accept the reality that their future life together, as she envisioned it, was far from her grasp. But if Jason had a dangerous future, Veina could not afford to let him do it alone. She had to be by his side and face it together every time. No matter the cost.

Veina could not afford to lose him.

—–

Several days later…

Veina may have agreed to give Jason his 'space', but recent events gave her reason to bend her promise. For the first time since she revealed her true self, she entered Jason's workshop to take a much more vested interest in his daily activities. She desired to learn more about Jason's world, though she found it difficult to understand the otherworldly tools at his disposal. Particularly since none of them relied on magic, apart from his elixirs. Only the Order's weapons could be compared to Jason's, but his foreign repertoire still stood on its own. Even the vast magic under the Maou's had never dabbled in anything as vast as opening portals into other worlds. His 'wizardry' was truly one of a kind, though it seemed as though anyone could wield it..

Try as she might, her curiosity about his world wasn't all satisfied, but it would have to suffice.

One day at their apartment, Veina spent her time in quiet meditation before going about homey routines like a dutiful housewife. Jason's altercation at the festival had left her rattled for a few days, but in the end, his company and her devotion to him had brought her welcomed comfort; and then some. Anywhere that her household duties were had pleasured Veina's mind with amorous scenarios between her and Jason. The lewd Demon wanted him to pin her down, trace his greedy hands over every curve of her lasciviously honed figure. He would then feast his tongue upon her, coating her skin and tasting the many wonders flowing through each and every one of her orifices. Doing everything in his power to violate her body, just as she had designed it to be.

Not a single fiber of her body was off limits for him to assault. Her succulent mouth, the deep valley between her sizable breasts, around her sculpted rump, up and down her toned legs, or along her wicked tail. No matter the profane or filthy act that Jason could conjure from his deepest and most dissolute desires, she would submit to it. In fact, she would receive his masculinity with the most devious of grins. Because any path that Jason chose to explore her, it was sure to lead to the same destination; the maiden womanhood between her legs that constantly drenched the whole of her nethers. Begging to be taken by Jason alone.

Veina could feel her inner demonic energy flare up just by feeling his presence. So, Jason was the only man in which to test out her invented positions. She was sure that he'd be happy to apply some of his own 'creativity' in order to help her perfect them. Even his immunity to magic was of little concern to the impassioned Veina. Perhaps not all of Veina's erotic magic could be utilized in her relationship with Jason, but the dark arts of pleasure offered seemingly infinite possibilities for lovers to explore. Veina would simply have to find some… workarounds to his immunity.

She had to snicker to herself. The competitive Demon was just as motivated to reciprocate all of her mate's vigorous depravity ten fold. Veina commanded a world of dark pleasures that would surely bewilder the limits of Jason's human mind. She speculated that such unspeakable felicity would even overpower her own mind, almost to the point of abandoning all semblance of reason. Or Demon etiquette, for that matter. Veina would begin with the most romantic of rendezvous, and then regress their encounters to the instincts of rabid animals in the fiercest of heat. Because once she had him, he would never be able to live without her. Nor could she ever hope to live without him. In that sense, they would both be 'prisoners' who would never dream of escaping.

Thus, their souls would become so conjoined that their bodies would yearn to unite at such a vehemence that not all of the Maou's power could hope to extinguish. Just as Jason would feast upon her fine flesh, Veina would feast upon Jason's delicious spirit energy in a jubilation so wicked that it would bring the Chief Goddess to tears.

Veina had to regain control over herself. Their first union was not to be until Jason decided it was. Still, all of the steamy visions in her head had left her rather flushed. Her wings quivered and her tail twitched as she felt an orgasm building from deep within without the need of physical stimulation. Such was the power that her beloved Jason had over the Demon.

Perhaps her household duties could be put off for a few hours…

Just then, she sensed Jason nearing their home. Time had been lost on her through all of the romantic musings tickling her brain through the day. The dinner was prepared, but Veina wasn't. Even though she had missed her chance to pleasure herself before his return, the Demon still believed that her activities left her far too disheveled for someone like Jason. As far as Veina was concerned, Jason's sexual prowess deserved something of equal licentiousness, and Veina would never take the risk of presenting anything less. So, in a frantic manner, Veina raced to the bathroom to make her body more 'presentable' for him.

After dinner…

The mood had been absolutely perfect. After Veina had wowed Jason with a demonstration of her rapier training, she settled the mood down; much to her advantage. With Jason relaxing his head on her lap, Veina savored every moment that he allowed her delicate fingers to feed a grape past his lips, onto his uncivil tongue. Having Jason so close to her made for a beautifully romantic atmosphere that Veina hated to interrupt. Now, she found herself back in the kitchen fixing a sandwich at his request. Veina was delighted to fulfill Jason's desires, but it wasn't the desire that she was hoping for.

True, the trained Demon loved the art of slow seduction, but she found herself more anxious than usual. She just couldn't understand why he continued to resist her.

Veina sighed to herself. Humans were so strange at times. Men could not deny their innate drive toward sexual satisfaction. So, why in the world did some men insist on treating their lust as beneath them? Male competition knew little bounds in regards to their sexual accomplishments. Though, a man's personal pride could be just as adamant; possibly more so. But Veina nevertheless saw it as a moot point. No matter how headstrong or haughty they behaved, males could never free themselves from their carnal desires. Nor was there any hope of resisting the power of a mamono's passion. No human could…

Regardless of how impatient she found herself at times, she also felt fortunate. If not for Jason's immunity, Veina would no doubt have struggled with tremendous temptation of her own. The urge to surrender to her own body's needs and take her lover by magical force was always somewhere in her mind.

'Oh the irony' she thought amusingly to herself. Jason was turning her own game of seduction upon her.

But as was everything in life, patience. The Demon was no stranger to a challenge, and human men were more complex than she once believed. Therefore, if it satisfied his male ego to oppose the most unchaste of temptations, then she had to play the game. No matter her frustration, Veina remained steadfast in her will to claim his mind before his body. Because the well-endowed Demon knew the sweet inevitability that Jason would seek her, and only her, and surrender everything just as she had for him. By her body's own natural instinct, it had chosen him. Thus, her pheromones were always surging whenever he was nearby and Veina had always sensed their 'magic' in Jason's heated blood. It coaxed Jason's body and mind with invisible marvels as if her body had a will of its own.

Once Jason had chosen her, he would never need another female again.

At the same time, she cared far beyond just owning Jason's body. She may have not understood the burden of his past or the world that he came from, but she sought to remedy that through the deepest connection of all. She wanted to earn her place in the very core of his heart. Earn his absolute trust in her to always stand by his side in the face of any adversity. No one would do for him what Veina would and no one would ever understand Jason more than her once he let her in. It would be the greatest reward Veina could ever hope for.

After all, she had entrusted Jason with her own life and future. Only with her husband, her true lover, could a Demon achieve even greater powers. Demonic powers great enough to conjure her own Demon realm for them to rule, just as her parents did. There, they would raise a brood of daughters to carry on her and Jason's legacy. And what a glorious brood they would bear. Big enough to fill a whole Demon realm alone. After all, bearing children would bring the world one step closer to the great Maou's vision; a singular rule of pleasurable harmony between humans and mamono. The thought left a tender smile on her face.

But however sweet the thought of a family with Jason was, Veina always recognized it as the long game. These were not the times to settle down with him, yet. Priorities first and foremost.

Even Jason's immunity may cause… complications for their relationship, that was a bridge to build another day.

Still, there was no harm in planning their future out loud to Jason. And tomorrow was another day for Jason and Veina to mingle…