The Damned Demon

Chapter 337  Hunting For A Very Tasty Elixir

However, they were heard, and they set the wheels in motion. In a blink, Asher moved swiftly, settling beside her with a playful chuckle that seemed to hum through the warm air, infusing it with a charge of electricity.

"Why the wide eyes?" he teased, an impish smile playing upon his lips, urging her without words to relinquish control and yield to the pending indulgence, "Just relax and lie down. On the sand. It should make the experience better."

Her body acquiesced before her mind could mount a protest, finding herself prone, the sand beneath her acting as nature\'s cushion, with anticipation painting her red skin in shades of sensitivity and awareness, she hadn\'t known.

Her big breasts sunk and squeezed onto the sand, giving Asher a tempting view of her back breasts.

And with just a single stroke of his finger, Asher loosened the string of her blood-red bikini, revealing her entire shapely and toned back.

Ceti winced as she felt the cool air caress her back and the sides of her breasts. Even if she still had her underwear on, she felt as if she was lying on the sand naked.

With practiced ease, Asher dispensed the golden, glowing oil onto his hands, then onto Ceti\'s back.

It felt like the first drop of rain after a parched spell, surprising yet delightful, a splash of indulgence she\'d never permitted herself but had secretly yearned for.

Her skin whispered secrets to Asher\'s fingers as they began their orchestrated movement.

The initial touch was a harmony of comfort and uncertainty, his hands firm yet gentle, igniting tiny fires of pleasure along her spine, caressing away the stiffness and coyness alike.

"Hnn~" Every press, every glide, was new and alien to Ceti, yet each seemed to beckon her closer to a realm of relaxation she hadn\'t known existed.

Her muscles surrendered, one after another, under Asher\'s knowing hands, unfurling like blossoms greeting the dawn, revealing a softness and vulnerability carefully concealed beneath the layers of modesty and duty.

"Mnn~" Involuntary sighs escaped her, whispers of pleasure and relief mingling with the ambient sounds of the beach just as his hands massaged her underarms.

With each stroke, Ceti felt a subtle transformation, as if layers of armor and reticence were being peeled away, leaving behind a version of her more authentic and unfettered.

For the uninitiated princess, it was not just a physical alleviation but an emotional unburdening, a communion of silence and touch where words were unnecessary, and understanding was implicit.

With each application, the oil melded seamlessly into her skin, accentuating its natural grace. It danced across her back, navigating the gentle curves and slopes with a fluid elegance, highlighting the beauty of her physique with its glossy touch.

Merina smiled, seeing her daughter enjoy his massage with such a blissful look. She had never seen her look so relaxed and happy. This made her look at her Master with a loving gaze, feeling as if he had not only changed her life but her daughter\'s as well for the better.

Asher\'s hands were burning hot, warming up Ceti\'s body as his fingers squeezed into her firm yet soft skin, making her feel weird down there.

But her eyes trembled as his oily, warm hands slipped towards her side breasts, and she could feel his devilish fingers squeezing them from top to bottom.

"Hnnng~" Ceti felt blood rushing to her face and breasts, making her legs squirm and feeling like she shouldn\'t stay here any longer.

But as if reading her thoughts, she felt Asher\'s hot breath beside her ears as he whispered, "Don\'t be nervous, Ceti. There is nothing wrong about enjoying a harmless massage. Your beautiful breasts could use some love, don\'t you think?" He said as he kept squeezing her plump side breasts like kneading flour.

A sinful moan escaped her lips upon feeling his burning fingers dipping into her breasts and hearing him shamelessly spouting such words,"I..Hnnnng~" She felt giddy, and something hot and wet was pooling down there. She shouldn\'t let this go on, but his warm hands were so good, it was weakening her defenses.

"Do you want me to massage you down there as well?" Asher\'s raunchy words, along with the sensation of his hands slipping towards the crack of her buttocks over her panties, made Ceti\'s eyes widen as they regained clarity.

She also saw her mother\'s gaze, and remembering her mother was here the entire time, she winced as she suddenly got up and ran towards the waters while holding onto her bikini, "I-I am fine with this!"

Asher chuckled upon seeing the fearless Battlemaster running away from a \'massage\', though his eyes turned towards Merina, who blushed as he said with a smirk, "Let\'s continue from where we left off."

-

Underneath the canopy of the evening sky, a woman, along with a large entourage, graced Hellbringer\'s Haven with her ominous yet captivating presence.

Draped in an exquisite gown of the deepest blue, the fabric whispered secrets as it caressed her curves, weaving a dance between elegance and seduction.

It framed her alluring cleavage with daring intimacy, while leaving her slender, moonlit arms bare, showcasing their deceptive fragility.

Her silver hair, a cascade of liquid moonlight, tumbled down her back in a mesmerizing flow, weaving a silver magic that seemed enchanting.

With every step she took, Sabina exuded an intoxicating charm, a magnetism that was impossible to ignore, casting a spell that rendered her irresistibly fascinating, though the people around her immediately averted their gazes in terror.

First, it was her brother, and now his elder sister came here. They had no doubt the Bloodburn Consort\'s territory was surely attracting powerful nobles they wouldn\'t even come upon in their ordinary lives.

Opening her eyes, she released a breath, her eyes twinkling with a malevolence that was as intoxicating as it was dangerous, "Haa... I can smell that little bitch. She is here," Sabina murmured with a delight that bordered on the sinister. Each word dripped with anticipation, weaving through the air like a dark sonnet, "Oh, Silvia, you should have found a better hiding place after almost trapping me forever."

With a smile that could only be described as wickedly joyful, Sabina added, "I can smell him here too... Looks like this is indeed going to be a haven for me."

Her orders, issued with the casualness of nobility accustomed to obedience, were sharp and clear, "Go and find her, then bring her to me. I don\'t care how, but she should be breathing and in perfect condition."

A hesitant voice cut through the tense atmosphere, laden with trepidation, "B-But... what if her brother gets wind of this? We heard Young Lord Jael frequents this place. Perhaps, she must have

—"

Sabina\'s eyes, cool and dangerous, flicked towards the speaker, her gaze like ice. The simple act felt like a decree, a quiet storm brewing in those depths, causing the man to involuntarily shrink back.

"Did some little bird chew off a piece of your brain?" she questioned with venom-laced sweetness, "It\'s obvious you all have to get her without anybody else knowing. With all of you combined, it isn\'t that hard to snatch that pipsqueak. But if you get caught, kill yourself. Now get out of my sight. I have to find a very tasty elixir on my own and maybe kill a certain maid. Even if I didn\'t get the Deviar, I am not returning empty handed," Sabina smirked upon remembering her mother\'s orders.

And with that dismissal, she turned, her gown swirling around her wake a trail of tension and anticipation, hunting for the man whose blood could make her feel goosebumps.

like the ocean at night, dark and mysterious.

She moved away with a grace that was hypnotic, leaving in her wake a trail of tension and anticipation, hunting for the man whose blood could make her feel goosebumps.

-

In a dim-lit quarter, turmoil unfurled as Ignatius and Thaddaeus discovered Zephyrine in a state of utter disarray.

Naked, disheveled, and disturbingly suspended from the ceiling with her wings bound, her visage bore a flush, a sign of restrained panic, her consciousness teetering on the precipice of awareness.

With urgency pulsing through their veins, the duo acted swiftly, alleviating her predicament and stirring her from the hazy grasp of semi-consciousness.

"What in the seven hells happened here?" demanded Ignatius, his eyes flickering with a storm of confusion and fear. Why did the consort leave her like this?

Amidst the chaos of her awakening, Zephyrine\'s gaze latched onto him, clawing at the fabric at his collar with hands trembling from dread, her voice a whisper laden with unspoken terror.

"He...He knows," she stammered, her eyes mirrors reflecting impending doom, "We\'re done for."

The room tensed, the air thickening with the weight of her words. Ignatius recoiled as if struck, while Thaddaeus, normally a bastion of stoic resolve, felt his mask of impassivity crack, revealing the grave countenance beneath.

"Did you betray Edmund and us? Did you spill our plans to the consort?"

Thaddaeus\'s voice was stern, a low rumble of impending thunder, his eyes narrowing on Zephyrine\'s face, searching for the tremors of treachery.

"I...I can\'t remember," she replied, her voice shaky, threading through the fog of her recollection.

"All I recall is the consort\'s threat to obliterate our Houses, to expose our plans to the queen."

With fury igniting in his eyes, Ignatius slammed his fist against the stony visage of the wall, teeth clenched and eyes ablaze with frustration.

"Dammit, I warned all of you. Now, we are royally screwed! All of us will be publicly executed, and our generational wealth and power will be distributed to other greedy pigs. How could you all be so fucking stupid?!"

Wiping beads of perspiration that clung to her forehead like dew, Zephyrine mumbled, "But he won\'t act upon it, not if we aid him."

Thaddaeus mulled over the predicament, offering a counterpoint with a sense of steadfast assurance, "We should inform Edmund regardless. He will shield us from the fallout. House Thorne will protect our Houses. That is why we even came up with a plan in the first place."

"Bullshit!" The roar erupted from Ignatius\'s chest, resounding through the tense atmosphere, and added, "You think House Thorne is going to protect us at the cost of offending the queen and her consort, who has already absorbed the Deviar and has an Immortal Bloodline? And let\'s not forget the fact that this protection would only apply if we actually succeeded in our plan, which we didn\'t."

Ignatius went on in a vehement tone, "Now that we are all fucked, I can safely say that the only reason that pompous bastard Edmund had no fear in coming up with a plan to kill the consort was that he was planning to use us three as patsy in case things went south. In his eyes, we are not his vassals but servants to take the fall for him."

Thaddaeus furrowed his brows as he lowered his gaze.

Ignatius\' glare, sharp and accusatory, bore into Zephyrine, "Now spill it. What exactly did he command us to do? Edmund might return any time soon."