Chapter 85 - Alright, Let's Hear It: Who R.a.p.ed Me?

Author: This was gonna be longer since while i said business as usual, and wanted to mean it, the whole first part got pretty long in itself and so by the time the second part came around it was already an appropriate cli--ahem. Stopping point. BTW, this may be the last chapter coming out for a week. Im gonna try getting a couple chapters out for both my other novels during the next seven days....was supposed to start like four days ago? But i had this started already and only those who frequent the discord would have known so i wanted to finish this up and make it an announcement.

Might get another smaller chapter out despite me saying this, who knows

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Mary laid there in silence clinging for the second time now to that blissful ease of mind. Her whole body felt renewed. Soft, boneless, and, most importantly, impossibly content. Their combined body heat and the knowledge that she wasn't alone brought a sense of comfort that was unfamiliar, but welcome.

Just like the morning before she didn't want to get up. Her sole wish was to bury herself in this fuzzy warmth and just drift away.

Of course, this only lasted until she felt a roguish hand cup and gently knead her b.r.e.a.s.t. Her eyes nearly flew open right there and then. But remembrances of past orgasms gave her pause. She stayed quiet. Waiting. Maybe hoping. For what, she didn't quite know. It was an indistinct longing, or perhaps one she simply didn't want to so readily admit to.

Whatever it was, it made her feign continued slumber.

Soon enough her n.i.p.p.l.es grew taught. She hadn't changed into any sleepwear or undressed--she wouldn't give him the benefit of that, obviously--but the material of her new "Goth Princess" dress, as Damien called it, was thin enough to where she could feel one pressing against him. He'd bought and adjusted several such dresses for her before they came. She thought he enjoyed painting her in his colors and preferred style. It was a trait that was definitely possessive in nature but also one she surprisingly didn't balk over.

As expected, his fingers then found their way to the peak of the mountain they'd been groping so far. A stronger heat started to well up within her prone figure as she felt her tit being unceremoniously played with.

There was no pinching or twisting but rather a light circling of her bead. At one point he even flicked her.

This went on for nearly ten minutes before Mary had to bite into her lower lip to stop from letting out a m.o.a.n. She was sure her panties would soak through at this rate and immediately stopped his fun.

She shot Damien a cold look of warning.

He calmly retracted his hand and returned it to the swell of her hip. "Did you rest well?" Those were the first words out of his mouth.

Mary ignored him and sat up. "I thought we agreed to no lewd stuff."

He seemed amused by this. "You didn't seem to mind that just now though. Or did you think I didn't know you were awake?"

Mary stilled as the shame of being found out crept all over her face. "When did you notice?"

"From the start."

She blanched. "And you just let me keep pretending?"

"It was too nice seeing you trying to hold back." He gave her a once-over. "Are you sure you don't want to keep going? You didn't finish."

Mary forced down the shame and felt an urge to pull at his ear. She stopped herself from doing so and just smacked his shoulder.

"Are you stupid? Vera's right there, how can you even think about doing that to me right n--"

Her words died down when the young man simply lowered his voice and asked, "Would you like to know a secret?" He motioned for her to lean closer. Curiously, she complied.

What he had to tell her was shocking.

"Actually," He whispered, "She's been awake for the past hour."

Mary's eyes grew wide and she shifted her gaze towards her daughter. The girl's back was facing them and she looked for all the world to still be asleep. But upon closer inspection, she was making many small yet noticeable trembles.

Mary recognized the soft waves of orgasm for what they were, but hoped she was wrong.

"Vera, honey?"

She almost called out to the girl but Damien stopped her with the words, "She's gotten used to our morning rituals." He explained. "It's no wonder she was starting to get impatient." They had better hearing than others, but he dropped the volume of his voice to the point only Mary could capture it.

Or maybe Vera was too lost to notice.

"You've made my little girl naughty." Mary quietly seethed. Then stopped, recalling her girl's appetite for punishment. Maybe naughtiness wasn't a very new thing, actually.

Still.

"I only offered a helping hand." He was entirely unrepentant. "Oh. By the way, it's about time. Keep pretending for a few minutes, will you? To sleep I mean."

"Why--?"

"Just do it."

Mary resisted yet another urge to hit him and did as he said. She slid back down and closed her eyes.

A faint cry entered her ears. Vera.

"Young Master, stop! I'm good! I can't," She m.o.a.ned breathlessly. "I just can't c.u.m anymore!"

Mary blushed like a schoolgirl and heard some slapping, probably the girl trying to swat him away.

"Yes, you can," Damien replied. Vera decided she would smack him later on. He was so damn c.o.c.ky it was ridiculous. But despite that, her next orgasm justified his arrogance.

"Now you're done." He chuckled in a low, and quite s.e.xy, rumble. The way he kissed the top of her head and brought his arm up for a hug told. He quietly murmured to her, telling her what a great job she did and how amazing she was. This wasn't by any means patronizing or bad. Vera found she liked hearing these things early on in their relationship. They made her feel good about herself.

He was right, too. She was well and truly spent.

Under the blankets, Vera had become a hot, sweaty mess and loved it. Only now did her legs, which had clamped themselves around his arm and ridden dexterous fingers to climax many times in the past hour, finally release him.

He made sure she received only gentle orgasms instead of the violent convulsive ones she would normally have. So as not to wake her mother, she understood. She felt grateful for the guy's presence of mind because Heaven knew she didn't have that herself during their secret play. If anything, Vera felt that the distant awareness of her mother's proximity and the danger of their exposure was, actually, a huge turn-on for her.

Was that...bad? She didn't know. Maybe it was but she'd been too thoroughly petted and pleasured to care by this point.

"How is it that you ALWAYS know whether I really have one left in me or not?" Vera twisted to her side and steadied herself. She leveled him with a gloomy, but curious, stare.

She was serious. Every time she thought she couldn't go on, he proved her wrong. There'd been times Vera honestly thought he was trying to make her pass out(Mind you he did succeed a couple of times) just by fingering her.

"I pay attention," Is all he said, not at all an answer.

Vera caught sight of her mother's sleeping form. The woman would likely not wake for some time more, she thought. And with that one came even naughtier ones.

She slid a hand under the covers. "Your turn." Vera began fiddling with the string of his trousers. What kind of lover would she be if she didn't ensure her man didn't have a happy start to his day? He certainly enjoyed making her own happy.

"Not today." He surprisingly stopped her.

"Are you sure? I know we said no lewd things, but I basically broke that already." She'd been weak. After becoming so used to their morning foreplay her body had just started to react on its own. She tried to stealthily take care of it by herself but it was a vain effort. She yearned for his touch and the sweet words he'd whisper in her ear whenever she came for him.

By the time she realized he'd been awake and watching her please herself, it was already too late. That sly hand had already slipped inside and started its mind-numbing tease.

It really was her own fault, she had to admit. But if she was going to take responsibility, she should take it in full, no?

"She won't wake up anyway," Vera reassured.

Damien understood she wanted to return the favor and was thankful for the sentiment. But they both knew that much wouldn't satisfy him, even if it would still leave him happy. He practiced restraint with her constantly and didn't mind at all that neither she nor her mother had been able to satiate him before they'd grown too tired themselves.

Now that he'd been told about his Asmodian bloodline, in addition to the Dragon and Angel he already possessed, he started to understand why he had as much stamina as he did. Maybe only a woman with S.e.x Demon blood in her, too, would be able to really go toe-to-toe with him. Perhaps not even then. He accepted this in stride. As he said to her before, let him c.u.m a few times and he was happy.

Damien is a simple man. He actually found much more fulfillment in seeing them well-pleasured than himself anyway. There was no small amount of pride in knowing you had satisfied your woman. Well, women, now, in his case.

He didn't need this from her and certainly wouldn't force Mary to endure however many more minutes it'd take to let him c.u.m. She was embarrassed enough already, he was sure.

Damien, too, had a sense of propriety. If barely.

"I know." He gave her a peck on the forehead. "And I'm always glad you want to do that for me. But let's not."

Vera was confused for a moment before realization dawned. She nodded. The dynamic of their relationship had become much weirder due to her mother's inclusion. She supposed it would be a bit much. Plus, what if she woke up? It was a low risk, but one Vera couldn't afford. Again, the situation was already weird. But if the woman woke up to her daughter stroking his c.o.c.k so openly and without shame?

It'd cause even more dissonance among them. Vera knew her mother never approved of her feelings for the Young Master, after all. It was to the point where Vera was surprised her mother didn't offer a deal to him at the start of whatever they'd done together.

"I'll give you myself, so don't touch Vera," Or something to that effect. There was a reason for this, but Vera didn't even want to think about it. Luckily only she and her mother knew that little secret.

Her fear was the woman actually offering that deal later on, or maybe telling him why they couldn't be together. Vera had come to terms with the whole thing already, but just because it didn't matter to her, didn't mean it wouldn't matter to him.

Maybe the only reason her mother hadn't done either of those two things yet is because she wanted to keep the status quo. Or had just been swept up in the Young Master's pace to the point where it didn't yet cross her mind.

Perhaps, more likely, she even thought it was too late. Maybe she didn't know Vera and the Young Master hadn't actually had penetrative s.e.x yet? Whatever the case, it was best to not freak the woman out.

"Go take a bath." He suggested. "I'll get up in a moment too."

His words and the glance to her mother reminded Vera of something. She stared up at him with fascinated eyes. "Are you really going to kiss her awake? Could I watch?"

Damien raised a brow.

"I've always wondered how I look when you do it to me." She confessed. "This would be a good point of reference."

He shrugged. "As you wish." This, too, may have been a sort of kink for the girl.

Without further preamble he tilted Mary's head up a bit more and dipped his own. Mary, having been awake this whole time in secret--at least to Vera--had known it was coming. But the knowledge and past experience with his kisses still didn't prepare her for the moment their lips touched.

A lot of the time their kissing had been done with wild abandon, full of fireworks. Other times they were sensual and smoldering. This time, however, he was lighter. One brief smooch after another like he was trying to gently shake her awake. And Mary reacted almost on instinct. She sighed through her nose. He would rain down a kiss on her and then pull away, preparing another, but this time she followed after him and their contact lingered deliciously.

She knew her daughter was watching--and what was with the girl wanting to anyway?!--but couldn't help it. Her mouth watered, opening for him as it had so many times already in the last day or so. Mary was eager for another taste. She could never have enough of it, she decided. His flavor.

Vera watched in avid fascination. Was that how she looked whenever he did the same for her? Must be.

It was somehow e.r.o.t.i.c.

Mary opened a pair of moist, limpid eyes.

"Did you rest well?" He asked her for the second time.

He can actually still be so calm even after doing this and making her spectate the pleasuring of her daughter. The things he did rarely made sense to anyone but himself, but did he always have this side to him? It was a bit terrifying. One part of your mind warns you away, the other part makes you stay. The dichotomy was enough to drive you mad. One thing is for sure: He's far more troublesome than Elias ever was.

Mary didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She simply didn't understand how to deal with him at all. Him or that l.u.s.tful little girl of hers.

"I slept quite soundly." The woman nodded. "Thank you." She said after a while. Other things about the morning aside she really did have the best sleep she'd had in ages.

It was a very unconventional situation but Mary thought that the presence of him and her daughter did have a kind of healing effect. Damien was the first lover that made feel like she still mattered the next day, and Vera, being her kin, also brought of sense of closeness and familial love that wrapped her in pleasant and fuzzy warmth all through the night.

Mary was cold no longer. Nor was she lonely. She didn't dare to imagine about other things regarding this relationship, but this aspect, at least, was a blessing.

"I'm going for a bath," Vera announced and exited the room. It only just occurred to her that she must reek of freshly-sated arousal and hurried out before her mother could catch on.

Damien nodded, knowing she'd just realized the problem but choosing not to remind her of the damp sheets.

" You stay in bed, I'll be back in a bit." He focused on Mary instead

"What do you want to do now?" She inquired upon seeing him rise from the bed.

He replied casually but with just enough implied seriousness that it left her speechless. "F.u.c.k you. Make breakfast. F.u.c.k you again. Cuddle."

Once again he'd said one of the s.e.xiest lines she'd ever heard. Mary was in awe of his ability to say such things with such a composed manner. Another thought came to her, one that broke past the stunned embarrassment and temptation.

Breakfast in bed? For her? That was new.

"But since we aren't alone I think I'll just make breakfast. I'll bring it up to you when I'm done," He promised.

"I see." She put a hand to her chin in contemplation. "Is that something lovers normally do for each other?" She understood it happened but in her experience, it had never come up. She thought that it must not be very common.

"I don't know about that," He said, "But it's something I'd do for you every morning if you let me."

"Is it?"

"Of course."

"And Vera too, I take it."

"Goes without saying."

He really wasn't shy with his intention to have them both, was he?

"You understand this sort of behavior is probably going to spoil us eventually, yes?" If breakfast in bed after such a comfortable sleep and so wonderful a method of awakening was what she had to look forward to, then Mary's moment of weakness may really turn out to have been the moment of the wisest decision of her life.

Well, maybe that was an exaggeration.

"What, you didn't know?" He asked, turning dead serious. " I actually exist just to spoil you two. I don't mind even if you became no-good women."

Was she shallow if she liked those words? Was it okay to?

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It was thirty minutes later when he returned with a tray packed full of plates. Eggs, sausage, a stack of small pancakes, apples, orange juice, berries...there was a lineup of all kinds of food.

He noticed Mary had fallen back asleep while Vera was continuing her book from last night, having just gotten out of the bath. Setting the tray on the table, he leaned over and shook the older of the two to consciousness.

He then placed a plate holding a bagel with an avocado spread topped by a sunny-side-up egg on Vera's side. He didn't need to ask. It was always her first choice.

She thanked him and began eating. Meanwhile, he turned his attention to the still-drowsy Mary.

"Everything's done. What would you like first?"

Mary rubbed her eyes, found the move quite unladylike, stopped, and looked over the array of food he'd brought up. She suppressed a yawn and replied, "Maybe an apple?"

"Coming right up."

Damien picked up the fruit and started peeling it with a knife. He liked making the little bunny-eared apple slices and so that's what he did.

Mary's eyes were transfixed. She didn't realize she was staring until he asked, "Is something the matter?"

In response to the question, she narrowed her gaze and continued that strange, almost resentful stare. The targets of her ire were the youth's fingers.

"I just really hate that after only a single day with you I can't even look at your hands without wishing they were inside me. It's frustrating."

Vera nearly choked. "Mother!" She protested all red-faced, starting into a fit of coughs moments later. Damien quickly passed her some juice.

The older woman looked over her daughter with a soft sneer. The girl lets her boyfriend bring her to orgasm when her mother is just a foot away, then offers to jerk him off right after, and THIS is what makes her blush?

Mary wanted to tell the kid all of that but chose not to. She said instead, "We were both thinking something similar. Or did you believe me suddenly blind, not noticing how you were looking at them, too?"

The younger of the women denied the implication. "I was not."

"Lie if you wish." Mary's reaction was neutral. "I don't see why you feel the need to hide it. Is this even something worth getting worked up over at this point? If we're going to move forward with this guy's selfish whims we should at least be honest about what we want from him. It's the least he could do."

Damien nodded and gave a bow. "I live to please. Call upon my services anytime." And handed over a finished slice of apple to Mary.

The shape of the slice was not new to Mary but she always did secretly like it. She adored little bunny rabbits. They were amazingly cute.

"I just...I didn't think we'd be talking about stuff like this so soon…" Vera grumbled.

"As soon as you confessed to him you were paraded through the city while he made out with you in his arms, and I had s.e.x with him in his parent's bed." And the kitchen. And the bath. The coffee table, the couch, love seat, several times on the veranda, in front of the fireplace on a tigerskin rug, and as they ascended the stairs back towards the bedroom. Ah, and against basically every wall, for hours. Mary, of course, would not tell her daughter any of this. "I think the origin and nature of our relationsh.i.p.s with him fully allow us to skip the mortification surrounding such topics, don't you?"

"That's…" Vera was at a loss for words. She couldn't exactly say this was wrong. But even so, this kind of talk was a bit...yeah.

"Anyway, you're the only one in this due to feelings for him. I merely lacked the strength to resist his...charms." She carefully avoided their eyes. "You don't have to worry about me saying anything or trying to curry favor that should be yours. However I do like the kind of lover he is and I can't pretend otherwise, so apart from that I'll limit our interactions." She made her stance clear. S.e.x was s.e.x. That's all.

Damien kept nodding along with her words. "Nope."

"What do you mean, nope?!" She demanded. Is it just her, or was this a familiar pattern?

"I just don't know why you thought I'd agree to that? I told you I planned to pursue you from now on."

"I love your father." She stated as if that mattered to him at all.

"...Yes, and?"

Mary had no idea what to say back.

The young man set down the knife in his hand. "See, I don't think you actually love him as much as you believe you do anyway." He began, "In fact, I would say you're just clinging to a hopeless love because you think you don't deserve to have it."

"You don't know the first thing about me." Mary coolly responded. "You can't know what I think."

"I can," Damien insisted calmly, "And you want to know how? Because while you loved the s.e.x, what you enjoyed more was what came after." His tone turned decidedly smooth and sweet. "I enjoyed that more, too. Being with you. Holding you. Listening to you."

Mary didn't like hearing this. She felt the weakness grab her again when she did. People had used words like this against her before and she was tired of it.

But he'd had her already and was still with her, still saying such nice things. And his eyes...the way he looked at her. With care. With tenderness. Feelings that couldn't possibly be real.

He gazed at her fondly. "I want to see you happy and content. I also want to be the one to make you happy and content." The words were perfect and she hated that, because they were exactly what she wanted to hear. He must know that, right?.

"Oh, and yeah, I'm totally saying what I know you want to hear. If that's what you're thinking, and your eyes say that you do, then you're right." He admitted easily. Mary blinked, unsure where he could be going with this.

"But I also mean them and my only goal is your heart. So just shut up and let me take care of you." He almost seemed angry by the last sentence. "I love you and I'm damn well going to make sure you revel in how much I do."

Mary was not someone used to being out of sorts, but she stammered stupidly just then. "I...but that's...it's just...." Her cheeks puffed. "It's ridiculous!" She finally ground out. " You can't simply decide to love someone based on a single day! That's not how it works!"

"Says who? Love is always a choice and I made mine. There's really no use trying to sway me out of it. Is there, Vee?"

The girl had a pinched face as she looked at her mother. "The Young Master is quite decisive." Was all she said.

Mary didn't understand what the hell is going on anymore!

"Traitorous girl." She accused. " Doing in your own mother like this, what an unfilial child!"

"I don't see how I'm supposedly doing you in, though?"

Mary turned gloomy. "You're both playing me. Admit it. This is just a trap, right? He's roped you into bringing me in, hasn't he? You'd do anything he tells you."

"...Do you even hear yourself? I'm generous to the point of being the epitome of kindness and tolerance, but I don't just go along with whatever he wants."

" So you're okay with this now, are you?"

Vera didn't even bother looking up from her book. "I have opposing feelings on the matter, actually. But I do take into account what's best for you, too. Which is why I'm making the effort to act casual."

Mary couldn't believe her ears. "Are you the parent, or am I? What do you mean, what's best for me?"

Vera sighed in exasperation. "I mean that I know how many failings you've had with this kind of thing in the past, but at the very least, if nothing else, you can trust in the Young Master's words."

"Trust. Right. And I suppose my body has nothing at all to do with his enthusiasm." She remained unconvinced.

Damien spoke up in his defense. "I can't go after someone I'm not attracted to, but I've never been beholden to beauty alone." He suddenly seemed very tired. "But this is stuff we sorta already covered? I said before I won't let you go. Bottome line is you're only trying to put distance between us since for now you can't take my word for it. Well, that's fine. I actually don't mind if you keep doubting me or bring up things I already told you won't happen. It just means you want me to reassure you, and I have no problems doing that. In a similar fashion to Vera voicing her own doubts and insecurities, all it means is that I get to pamper you until those worries go away. And believe me, I won't get bored of it." He stood. " Make me repeat myself as often as you wish. Telling you both how wonderful you are, that's always going to be the highlight of my day."

Mary stared at him for a long time in a daze. Finally, she shook herself out of her stupor and felt her chest tighten. Her voice came out slow and deliberate."I don't know if I should trust a single word you say…." She started. " But I do know I love hearing them."

This was beyond sweet nothings. It was far above the tactics of an ordinary playboy. He saw through to your misgivings and said exactly what you needed to hear. He hit at the core and made you want to jump in his arms crying.

"And that's more than enough for now, wouldn't you say?"

She gave a shake. "Not at all. It's far from enough." The woman turned to Vera. "Please leave the room."

"...Why?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Because if you're here giving me a guilty conscience, it'll be quite difficult to focus on f.u.c.k.i.n.g his brains out." She said bluntly. "I'll take you up on that cuddle, too." She added.

"Okay. Hold up." Vera held up a hand. "There's simply is no way you're going to do those kinds of things here!" She seethed. "We agreed to no lewd stuff, remember?"

"You were laying in bed for an hour using his arm as a masturbation tool." The woman's tone was as dry as the Sahara. "Don't bring up that bullshit. I don't even see the problem? We've both had s.e.x with him anyway, and after everything he just said I would very much like to tear his clothes off."

Before Vera could stop him, Damien supplied the correction all on his own. "Actually we haven't had s.e.x yet, just everything but. She wants to save herself for marriage."

Mary's reaction was outside of Vera's expectations. She only tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Indeed? I know you haven't actually had s.e.x.u.a.l relations with a woman beyond foreplay, so if not her, then...was I actually you first?"

He was just about to nod when someone else answered for him. "That's where you're wrong, plant."

The tone was instantly recognized. Impossibly familiar and as unforgettable as his own voice. Sure enough, the next moment was followed by a bright light as a certain flame-haired woman entered the scene!

Almost unspeakably beautiful with an aura full of scalding vivaciousness. The newcomer said her piece before turning her full, enthusiastic attention to Damien.

The woman's eyes were wide and excited. "Have you even SEEN what it's like inside me recently? I come back after exploring the city and having some fun and see that there's, like, plants growing everywhere! Rivers, waterfalls….a huge willow tree...we even have a golden Phoenix hanging out all curled up in the sky acting like a sun! How did that even happen? Don't tell me you went out and ate some spicy chicken's core? I'm honestly amazed. Just what did you get up to while I was away, huh?"

She rushed the words out in a single breath and only now turned back to the surprised green-haired duo on the bed.

"Oh, and I listened a bit. I don't get why you think you're his first? I was before you and--"

"You don't count, those weren't even our real bodies. Probably."

"They sorta were, though? Anyway, my race's young Great One wasn't even a v.i.r.g.i.n when he had me, much less you."

"Okay, woah, hold the f.u.c.k up." Damien couldn't stay quiet when he heard that. "What do you mean, I wasn't a v.i.r.g.i.n?!"