The Damned Demon

Rebecca's pale red eyes, usually alight with a regal fire, now smoldered with anguish as she forced a tremulous smile, "H-How can I...when you are lying like this? Just thinking about it...hnn~...makes me really angry," she managed to gasp out, her gaze momentarily boring into Asher with a cold fury, silently threatening him to stop.

But she couldn't even maintain her anger as jolts of heat kept shooting over her inner walls as he massaged them with his dirty fingers.

Asher, undeterred by her ire, flashed a beguiling smile as he looked at Oberon, "Don't worry about your mother, Oberon. Just like how I made a promise to protect you, I also made a promise to your mother that I will take care of her, especially since we are all part of the same House, right? We are like family in a way," His words dripped with double entendres as he increased his ministrations, plunging his fingers deeper into Rebecca's slick folds, eliciting a strangled moan from her shivering lips.

Oberon's hands clenched into fists at this sight, his indignation mounting by the second, "T-Take care of her?" he managed to say through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. What did this alien fiend mean by that, and why was his mother looking so suffocated?

Rebecca, desperate to salvage what little modicum of dignity she had left, reached out and latched onto Asher's back, her nails digging into his robe in a silent plea to stop.

She couldn't bear the thought of disgracing herself any further in front of her own son and had no choice but to silently beg this bastard to stop.

She felt that her threats only continued to provoke him while begging somewhat worked, even though it crushed her pride. But if he kept this up even for a few seconds longer, she will ruin herself in front of Obeorn.

Asher, sensing her building climax, withdrew his fingers from her quivering core just in the nick of time, a smirk playing on his lips while she let out a silent sigh of relief, feeling as if she was this close to falling into a river of lava.

But what was this sudden yet frustrating empty sensation that lingered behind?

"Your mother and I have decided to let bygones be bygones," he said, addressing Oberon, "Our kingdom is in a very precarious state, and it would do none of us any good if we aren't united like a family. You agree, right? Or do you not?" he asked with an eerie glow in his eyes.

Oberon's jaw slacked in disbelief, wondering what he just heard. Did this mother really make a pact of peace with him after everything he did?

Wait a second…Did she agree to make peace in return for his life?

Is that how he managed to conveniently escape from the clutches of the draconians when nobody else had succeeded?

But wouldn't that mean Asher knew somebody powerful on the inside?

This made Oberon fill with even more dread, especially after realizing Asher might have a strong connection with someone in the Draconis Kingdom.

Just how much more terrifying was he getting day by day?

He then felt his mother's gaze, which had a defeated and humiliated expression, as she nodded at him, indirectly telling him to agree with Asher.

This made Oberon realize that she must have signed a contract of peace for his sake. Otherwise, his proud and powerful mother would never yield to anyone.

He could only imagine how humiliated she must be feeling after yielding to a junior.

His fangs almost extended, wanting to cut down this fiend for insulting his mother, yet upon looking at those eerie dark yellow eyes of his, all his rage suddenly evaporated, especially upon imagining what would happen to him if he refused.

He was already half-crippled, and the last thing he wanted was to become fully crippled, which was worse than death.

And so, despite the intense loathing and hatred brimming inside him, Oberon muttered, "Y-Yes," the word leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, "We must put aside our differences for the greater good of the…kingdom."

Asher's response was a smile, one that hinted at satisfaction for the concession he'd wrung from Oberon, "Then let me make a toast to that," he declared.

With a fluid motion that seemed almost theatrical, Asher twisted around, conjuring a chalice filled with a drink that exuded a sweet aroma.

As he turned back, two of his fingers glistened with a thick, transparent liquid which he then provocatively sucked off with an air of indulgence, "Mmm...this drink is just too good," he sighed, reveling in a moment of exaggerated bliss, oblivious—or perhaps entirely attentive—to the discomfort his actions evoked in Rebecca, whose face flushed a deep red with indignation and shame.

How dare he brazenly suck her…essence in front of her son?!

Her face burned with humiliation as her thighs rubbed against each other, wanting to get rid of the wet heat that was still lingering down there.

She couldn't believe she became so wet from his fingers, and the annoying sensation of her body telling her to help it release the heat was gnawing at her.

She could even feel the cold liquid trickling down her legs and couldn't wait to change her clothes because of the damn holes he burned into them.

"Too bad you are not well enough to enjoy this drink. But what's more special is how it is made. Maybe some other time I can let you witness how this drink is made," Asher tantalizingly suggested, before emptying the chalice in a few greedy gulps while Oberon couldn't care less about his shitty drink.

He then rose, signaling the end of his intrusive visit, much to the silent relief of both Oberon and Rebecca.

"Rebecca, I hope you won't forget your duties towards your king, and I need your services after a while. After all, we have a lot of work to do together," Asher remarked, his smile laden with implications, before he made his departure.

His words, while veiled in the language of duty, carried a weight that left Rebecca seething, a volatile mixture of shame and hatred bubbling within her.

Just how long would she have to endure this? How long would she have to keep lying to her son? And how long would she have to sacrifice her body to keep him at bay?

Oberon, witnessing the exchange, felt a chill of foreboding that went beyond the physical discomforts of his healing body.

The interaction between that alien fiend and his mother left him with a profound sense of unease as he immediately asked, "M-

Mother…what kind of deal did you exactly make with him to let me get back home?"

Rebeeca's breath momentarily froze as she slowly turned her head to look at Oberon before she said with a grimace, "I…I offered my unconditional help for any work he wanted me to do for the sake of the kingdom."

"You mean…you let him have the power to order you around??" Oberon asked as rage began to fill his quivering eyes.

"There was no other choice! It was either that or you dying under the torture of the draconians. What would you have done in my place?" Rebecca asked, her chin quivering.

"M-Mother…I..I…" Oberon fell at a loss for words since he couldn't imagine living in a world without his mother. He also would have caved in if his mother's life was at stake.

"Does this mean…we have to forever cower under his shadow?" Oberon asked, not wanting to live the rest of his life in a miserable way while watching his mother live the same way as well.

Rebecca immediately grabbed Oberon's hand as she vehemently shook her head and said in a seething tone, "Never…

I will turn things around when the time and opportunity presents itself. But you…" Her eyes softened with worry as she added, "...you will stay out of it. Don't go anywhere near that bastard, nor do anything to provoke him. He is so strong now that we can't be as careless as before."

Oberon was shaken by the look in his mother's eyes, wondering what had happened while he was away to make her seem so wary of Asher.

But he couldn't refute her words since he personally experienced what happened each time he pissed him off. If he pissed him off just one more time…he had no doubt that a fate worse than death awaited him.

Things were already looking bleak for him, but as long as he had his mother, then he had nothing to worry about.

"Okay, mother…" Oberon began to speak, his pride broken and hurt as he added, "...I will lay low for you. But...you didn't offer him anything else...right?" Oberon had a suspicion since that fiend was too cunning and greedy and had to know if there was any other clause which might allow him to take advantage of his mother for other things.

Rebecca's breath froze momentarily before she shook her head with a chilling intensity in her eyes, "Of course not. The only thing he can get more from me now is death."