Chapter 6 #2
“Then just keep being this sweet to me, and I’ll continue to feel emotions that are tasty to you,” I deadpanned.
“Challenge accepted,” he said in a slightly menacing tone that had me tingling in all the right places.
Needless to say that as soon as we got home, I properly thanked him in the naughtiest fashion.
The next morning, I was examining my standard size coffee table showstopper.
I’d spent an insane amount of time building the intricately carved, wooden table, leaving the interior hollow so that I could embed an alchemist lab.
However, I built an alternate miniature insert so that people could see the endless customization options.
And I fell madly in love with the haunted Victorian street option instead.
The result exceeded all my expectations, especially after Vazul worked his magic, polishing the elements I hadn’t done as flawlessly as they could have been, or by replacing certain materials to heighten the realism.
I had just finished setting up the electrical elements of the miniature.
It allowed windows to light up automatically at night.
The timer also included a randomizer so that not all windows would turn on or off at the same time, creating the illusion that real people on varied schedules inhabited that street.
That worked perfectly, as did the lighting up the ‘gas’ lamp posts lining the street.
However, as I stood there chewing my bottom lip, I pondered about adding the occasional flicker to one or two of them.
But this would require additional electrical work that I didn’t think was worth the hassle or the risk involved, especially so close to the deadline.
“Stop chewing your mouth. That’s my job,” Vazul grumbled before pulling on my bottom lip.
I snorted and made a face at him.
“I’m thinking,” I said.
“Well think with your head, not with your mouth. What are you torturing yourself over this time?” he asked.
“I’m debating whether it’s worth adding a flicker to some of the lamp posts or devote time to adding some fog on the ground,” I said pensively.
“The flicker wouldn’t be that complicated, but every electrical component only increases the risks of some random malfunction at the worst possible time.
As for the fog, in order for the owner to be able to trigger it at will, I would need some built in humidifier.
But that could cause mold or other issues in the long run, especially with the electrical components for the lights. ”
“Then use magic,” Vazul countered in a self-evident manner.
“There are plenty of low-level spells that can create those illusions. Just place invisible runes activated by basic words of power. People won’t even need magic to make them work.
To them, it will be no different than any other voice-activated equipment that they have.
You could even have ghostly figures crossing the street or appearing in random places once night falls. ”
My eyes widened, and I stared at him in shock to have him describe exactly the thing I wished I could have added but crossed out of my realistic accomplishment list.
He chuckled. “Stop being so shocked. I can see what you want. How do you think I managed to polish your creations exactly to your vision? Just add them. It will make your masterpiece complete.”
“But I don’t know those spells,” I said sheepishly.
“Then learn them,” he snarled, unimpressed. “There are very basic spells that you can master in a couple of hours.”
“Is that even ethical?” I asked, shifting uneasily on my feet.
He huffed. “Angelique’s collection is entirely built using magic, and not even her own.
If that was a problem, she would have been called out for it a long time ago.
At the end of the day, the only rules are that you own all the rights to your collection, that they meet the basic quality levels, and that they are safe for the public.
You meet all of those requirements. So get going. ”
I started chewing my bottom lip again, my nerves getting the best of me as my back tensed. He was right. They were the type of low-level spells that I could easily master if I put my mind to it. But I was feeling overwhelmed at the thought of everything I wanted to do with the clock ticking.
I yelped when Vazul suddenly pressed his chest against my back and slipped a hand under the waistband of my skirt. His fingers immediately went for my clit and started rubbing it.
“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed, even as a bolt of lust exploded in the pit of my stomach.
“You tense too much over minor things. I’m helping you relax,” he said nonchalantly.
“You can’t do that!”
“Obviously, I can,” he deadpanned, two fingers dipping inside of me as his thumb continued to massage my clit. He snuck his left hand under my shirt to grab my breast. “And clearly, I am.”
“Clearly. But how am I supposed to focus?” I said in a disapproving tone belied by my legs spreading with a will of their own to give him better access.
“You figure it out. It is your job to do the thinking. Mine is doing. And right now, I want to do you,” he purred before brushing his fangs over the side of my neck.
“Vazul!” I protested in the weakest and most pathetic way, my inner walls throbbing in anticipation.
The sound of the doorbell ringing nearly had me jumping out of my skin.
The string of curse words that tumbled out of my demon’s mouth echoed the ones racing through my mind.
Who the hell wanted to be disturbed by a random visitor just when they were getting fingered by their sex demon, who would soon thereafter fuck them to oblivion?
With much reluctance, I freed myself of my lover’s naughty touch, adjusted my clothes, and headed out of the room.
It suddenly struck me that it was likely the delivery of the additional material I ordered at the last minute.
I would get those in the house quickly before rushing back to Vazul so that he could properly wreck me.
My cheeks wanted to burn with embarrassment that I should have turned into such a sex starved maniac since he entered my life.
But you only lived once. Not enjoying my Liderc to the fullest extent would not only be a crime against humanity but would also make me a dreadful Mistress.
After all, he’d only recently hatched and needed to be properly fed. Who was I to deny him such basic needs?
I cackled softly at the shamelessness with which I tried to justify embracing the inner tramp that I’d stupidly repressed for far too long.
No, not repressed. It hadn’t found the right partner to be able to be set free.
That sudden realization struck me hard. I wasn’t just acting up because some freaky underworld being had entered my life.
I was finally letting my guard down and exploring the part of me that I never would have exposed to others before.
Not because there was anything wrong with it, but because I never would have felt as safe with anyone other than with my demon.
I couldn’t read emotions the way he did, and yet I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he never judged me or condemned any thought or desire I might have.
He accepted me just the way I was. That he pushed me to work on my shortcomings wasn’t a negative judgment about me. As he himself said, Vazul wanted me to achieve my full potential, and that required some work.
With him, I felt like even the sky wasn’t the limit. So long as I put my heart into it, I could achieve my goals with him always standing by, ready to catch me should I ever stumble along the way.
I sauntered to the front door with a wistful smile on my face, only to have it wiped out the minute I opened the door.
“Angie?! What are you doing here?” I asked, distraught by the sight of the unpleasant female.
“I came to get what’s mine,” she said in a commanding tone, before pushing past me and barging inside the house.
Shocked, I gasped at the entitlement and rudeness.
I was opening my mouth to give her a piece of my mind when my gaze landed on her bags still piled up next to the console in the entrance hall.
Although I knew the real motive for her presence, I decided to play the game and see where it would lead us.
“Sure, your bags are all right here,” I said, pointing at them.
She scoffed at them before turning back to glare at me.
“Don’t play dumb,” she snapped. “No one cares about that trash. I want my Liderc, you thief!”
I lifted my chin defiantly. “We both know I didn’t steal anything. He’s not yours. You didn’t hatch him. I did. Therefore, you have no claim over him.”
“You stole my property!” she snarled.
“You discarded the egg. That item became fair game.”
“I left it to be retrieved later along with my other stuff,” Angelique countered. “You said yourself to come get my stuff whenever. Well, whenever is right now.”
“I did,” I conceded. “And your stuff is all sitting right there. Except, by your own words, it is trash that no one cares about.”
“The egg—”
“The egg is no more,” I interrupted in a harsh tone. “It has hatched, and the shell has disintegrated. Now, a full sentient person exists. There is no object or property for you to claim.”
“Vazul is not a person. He’s a demon, a servant. MY servant,” Angelique hissed. “You cannot fulfill his needs like I can. I bet you don’t even feed him properly because you’re too pathetic to allow him to drain a sliver of your lifeforce.”
That comment struck a nerve. Even though Vazul promised that feeding off my emotions without leeching me was enough to sustain him, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was just saying that to please me or if he was actually growing weaker by the day for lack of proper sustenance.
Something on my face must have given away that she had guessed right as a look of malicious triumph sparked in her blue eyes.
“I knew it. You’re so fucking weak, and you think you can own someone like him?” she gloated, taking a menacing step towards me. “I can ruin you, little girl. I have money, connections, and the law on my side. You are currently causing me severe financial harm.”
I recoiled, flabbergasted by that insane accusation.
“Financial harm?! How the hell am I hurting you?”
“The egg cost a fortune,” Angelique said smugly.
“The price is high enough to qualify as grand larceny, an indictable offense. Added to that, my Liderc’s labor would not only offset that initial investment, but it would also help generate considerable long-term revenue for me.
You are depriving me of this. For months now, I’ve had many clients lined up to benefit from his services. ”
My jaw dropped. “So you want to pimp him out?!”
It was her turn to lift her chin defiantly, daring me to challenge both her right and the wisdom of her approach.
“How many men and women do you know who wouldn’t be willing to pay a fortune for the privilege of safely fucking a demon?” she asked, greed shining bright in her eyes.
“Oh, my God! You mean to literally pimp him out, sexually, not just his labor!” I exclaimed, completely floored even as anger swelled within me. “That is absolutely out of the question. Vazul is not some prostitute for you to exploit!”
“He’s a sex demon, you stupid cunt! Fucking is what he does.
I can assure you that he wants that far more than the lame ass chores you’re probably giving him.
You cannot give him what he wants or needs.
What in the world ever made you think that someone like you could hold on to an otherworldly creature like him? ”
Each of her words felt like a searing dagger stabbing me in the heart, exposing each of the fears that kept swirling inside my head. He was a sex demon. Why would he be content with me when he could have anyone he desired and indulge in the more extreme kinks I would never be into?
Angelique’s anger suddenly faded, and she took on an air of pity mixed with benevolence that hurt even more.
“I get it. I’m sure your pussy has never had it so good.
After all, it’s not like the top men were knocking down your door.
So I can be lenient. After you return my property, I’ll let him fuck you once a week for free.
That’ll be far more action—and prime quality at that—than you’ve had the entire year we were roommates.
Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was more action than you’ve ever had in your entire mousey life. ”
Tears of anger and shame pricked my eyes.
However, as defeated and humiliated as I felt, I wouldn’t let her see how much she was getting under my skin.
And above all, I wouldn’t let her do to Vazul what she had in store for him.
Even if I ended up losing him in the long run, it would never be to a hag like her.
“Thanks for your leniency,” I said with as much sarcasm and contempt as I could muster.
“But the answer stays no. I’m not letting you exploit him.
The mere fact that you’re standing here trying to convince me to hand him over to you confirms that you have no right over him.
If he was yours, you would have just taken him and walked out.
You wouldn’t be here throwing idle threats to bully me into giving you what you want. ”
“I can make your life hell, you stupid cow,” Angelique hissed, pointing an angry finger at me.
“You can try,” I said with a frosty expression. “But I doubt the Council of Witches will appreciate you attempting to steal another witch’s familiar.”
“You’re not a witch, you fool. You have no coven, no protection. Who do you think the Council will side with? Me, a powerful and highly respected witch in our circle? Or you, the weak, unaffiliated little nobody who couldn’t even be bothered to complete her basic training?”
This time, I truly felt defeated.