The Damned Demon

Chapter 665  An Unwanted Longing

The dark hallway seemed to pulsate with Rebecca's anxiety as she stood before Asher's door, her heart pounding a desperate rhythm against her ribs.

Her knuckles grazed the cold stone, the sound barely audible, yet it echoed through her like a thunderclap. From within, Asher's voice beckoned, a casual commandl that caressed her skin despite the revulsion coiling within her, "Come in."

The door edged open, revealing Rebecca's silhouette, her breath hitching as she stepped inside, the click of the door shutting behind her resonating like a jail cell locking, "W-What did you tell Oberon? Why did he come to you?" Her voice was a tremulous whisper, eyes flashing with a mix of fear and loathing as they met Asher's calm gaze.

Asher lounged in his chair, his body a landscape of casual dominance. His lips curled into a smirk, and he chuckled, a sound that vibrated through her, stirring a unwanted heat, "Why so tense, my slave? Your son seemed quite worried about you. All I did was... reassure him." His eyes traced her figure, a slow, languid perusal that felt like a physical touch.

Her hands balled into fists, nails biting into her palms, "You...Did you tell him? He seemed like he knew something." Her voice quivered with barely suppressed anger, "Just what did you tell him..."

Asher's tongue clicked, a chiding sound that grated on her nerves. His finger lifted, beckoning her closerm "Shh...is that any way to speak to your Master?" His voice was a low growl, a silken leash tightening around her neck.

Rebecca's jaw clenched, but she lowered her gaze, her body moving towards him as if drawn by an invisible force. Her hands reached for the straps of her gown, a shimmering black affair that hugged her curves like a lover's embrace.

She tugged, the fabric sliding down, exposing her well-endowed breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze despite the hatred burning within her. Her voice took a sudden turn and was a sultry murmur, laced with venomous sweetness, "Squeeze my breasts as you wish, Master. In return...perhaps you could show this slave some favor?"

Asher's hands reached out, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep within her, "Hannn~"

She hated the way her body responded to him, the traitorous heat that pooled between her legs. Why was it getting worse each time? She could remember how, in the early days of being his slave, when he touched her body, she was able to resist him for minutes. But now she couldn't even resist for a second! It was as if his touch was instantaneously melting her willpower along with her body. It was so bad she couldn't even recognize herself once he touched her!

His touch was possessive, his eyes gleaming with lust and power, "Slaves don't make demands," he murmured, his hand leaving her breast, trailing down her side, then landing on her ass with a sharp, stinging smack.

"Ahn!~"

Rebecca flinched, her breath hitching and her plump ass reddened, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. She was trapped, caught in this web of desire and loathing. Asher's hand lingered, squeezing her flesh, his voice a low rumble, "But since you are being so obedient... All your son told me is that he's planning to prove himself. I tried to tell he had no need to but he insisted," Saying so, Asher let his mouth latch onto her breast, coating it with his wet warmth.

Rebecca's body was a live wire, sparking with unwanted heat under his hot mouth. But in between all these sensations, she only got more anxious, wondering what her son was planning to do.

Just how was she going to prove himself and why? She should quickly talk to Oberon again and-

"Ahnnn!~"

But all her thoughts were disrupted the moment his thick, hot cock suddenly squeezed into her dripping pussy.

"Nnnh…Your moans are getting sweeter, and I love it," Asher said with a blissful smirk as he hugged her supple body and began to ram his cock in and out of her tight cave.

"N-No….Hann~...Master, please….I…I have to talk to-Haan!~" Rebecca was struggling to tell him to stop since she had somewhere else to be. But her body was dancing atop his cock without her permission, and she couldn't even curse aloud.

"Shh, since you offered yourself up, make sure to do the job properly as a good slave. Or I might have to punish you for wasting my time," Asher said with a cruel smirk as he kept lifting her up by her hips and then letting her fall back on his cock, making his tip reach the depths of her wet cave.

"Ahhnng!~ Haannng!~...Y-You..!~ Hannng!~" Rebecca could only grip his shoulders as she kept losing her sanity by the second, and in her desperation, she rocked her hips harder, hoping to end this quickly.

But all it did was make her head even more dizzy and her body burn up, making her feel as if she would melt to death from this pleasure.

It was not just the size of his monstrous cock that was wrecking her mind and body. She felt this inexplicable connection with him whenever he went deep within her. A connection that made her feel his desire to possess her, to want and dominate her...a powerful feeling that muddled her senses. Despite the hatred and fear, there was a part of her that found a twisted comfort in his touch, in the familiarity of his cruelty. This realization sickened her, but she couldn't deny the sense of security that washed over her whenever she was in his arms, even as she loathed him and herself for it.

Before she became his slave, she always felt alone and cold with nobody to protect her. Only her son was there to not make her feel her life was meaningless and yet she was the one protecting him always.

She never expected that the feeling she craved in the deepest part of her would manifest by becoming the slave of the very person she loathed the most.

"Relax your body, my pet. Let me reward you for being such a obedient slave these days," Asher said with a satisfied smile before caressing down her bare shoulders and planting kisses along the soft skin of her upper breasts.

Yet, instead of feeling even more resentment towards him for treating her like a pet and possessing such vile desires towards her, why was it hard to push them away the more he tormented her? Why was she getting more excited just to get 'rewarded'. Why was his kiss on her skin igniting a spark of this dark, unwanted longing to feel more?

It was a longing she wished she could despise and deny. Yet with each thrust, it grew stronger, threatening to consume her entirely.

Before she could realize it, seconds turned into minutes, and she gradually forgot what she was supposed to do. All she could feel and think of was the wet hotness pulsing through her body and filling her up to the brim.

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In the bustling atmosphere of House Valentine, the air was filled with the frenzied excitement of last-minute preparations for the grand wedding that was set to take place the following day. Servants and nobles alike scurried about, arranging flowers, polishing silverware, and ensuring that every detail was perfect for the union of their young lady, Silvia, with the esteemed King Asher Drake.

In Silvia's room, Jael leaned casually against the wall, his gaze fixed on his sister as she meticulously combed her long, ruby-red hair. The crimson sunlight streaming through the window made her hair shimmer like strands of fire.

"I never thought you would end up falling so hopelessly in love with our king. Didn't you once tell me to teach him a lesson?" Jael's tone was light and amused, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Silvia, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and affection, continued to brush her hair with deliberate strokes, "T-That was long ago. Now, Silvia has grown wiser and realized she had made many mistakes in the past. It's all in the past now."

"I can see that. You've finally become the mature young woman I always hoped you would. I'm so proud of you, little sis. You don't need me any longer to protect you," Jael said with a proud smile, his eyes reflecting admiration.

Silvia's expression softened as she turned to face him, her eyes shining with warmth, "That might be true, but Silvia still needs you in her life... always. Silvia needs everyone," Silvia said with a bright smile as she opened her arms wide to convey her feelings.

"Of course you will," a deep yet elegant voice echoed from the doorway. A tall, strikingly handsome man entered, his presence commanding attention and radiating a mature authority. Vernon, the head of House Valentine, had arrived with a serene yet imposing aura.

"Father," Jael greeted with a nod, before adding, "I will go and check on something." With that, Jael left the room, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Silvia turned to her father with a bright, expectant smile, "Father, does Silvia look pretty?" She lifted the ends of her skirt and performed a small, demure bow, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"You always do, but these days you are looking even more beautiful," Vernon replied warmly, his eyes softening with genuine affection.

Silvia's giggle was a melody of joy as she ran forward and wrapped her arms around her father in a tight hug. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Tehehe, Silvia can't believe she is getting married tomorrow. Silvia will make sure to give you a very pretty grandchild."

Vernon chuckled, patting her head gently before taking her hands in his, "You must be very happy about marrying the king. Are you sure that you are doing this because you want to and not because anyone told you to?"

Silvia blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion, "Told Silvia? Hmmm... why would anyone do that? Silvia is doing this because she loves His Majesty."

Vernon nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful, "Okay. Then everything is fine. Forget I asked anything. But why are you getting ready so early?"

Silvia's eyes lit up with excitement, "Silvia is going to visit her friend, Kayla, to invite her personally. See you later, Father," she said, her voice bubbling with eagerness as she merrily hopped out of the room.

The moment Silvia exited, Vernon's demeanor shifted. He observed Silvia's cheerful encounter with Naida in the hallway, the two women exchanging smiles and embraces. Vernon's features hardened, a flicker of serious concern crossing his face. He watched them for a moment longer, his mind racing, before he turned and walked away, his expression now etched with anxiety.

"Be careful on your way, Silvia," Naida said with a smile as she hugged her daughter.

Silvia nodded and then her expression slightly became contemplative before she asked, "Silvia wanted to ask before going there...Can you help Kayla recover her memories? She might trust you more than anyone else because you are Silvia's mother."

"She can always come to me if she think she's ready. But let's not force her if she isn't comfortable. Just be good to her. Okay?" Naida said with a soft smile.

"Mn," Silvia nodded slowly with a heavy smile before slowly turning around. Her smile faded as she walked away, and Naida looked at her retreating figure with a pensive gaze.