Hi everyone! I know its been a while but life has been one chaotic, crazy, mess and I'm getting my shit back together. I'm also working on other series to hopefully publish here.
In the meantime I've been seeing comments on my (poor) grammar in past chapters, and so I'm trying out different grammar programs to fix that :) But just a reminder that I'm doing this for free and for fun with no editors, between classes and work shifts with google doc and Microsoft word so it's still not going to be as perfect as it could be!
Keep your fingers crossed for quicker updates in the future and new stories!
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Cassandra hummed, bringing the blanket she had clutched in her fist closer under her chin as she appreciated how absolutely cozy she was right then. No scratchy thin blankets piled heavily on top of her to make up for their inadequacy, no flat musty pillow that she'd had for ages now. As she curled in on herself the mattress springs didn't even whine or creak like they always did if she even breathed too heavily.
She cracked open an eye remembering that this wasn't her bed. Still ultimately grateful for that as well.
Sunlight cascaded through dark drapes onto the floor beside her, it must have been well into the morning or maybe even early afternoon. The fathers would have her head on a platter for being out so late.
But she didn't really care.
Long into the night after having been bent over just about every which way she could have, and torn into over and over by the body that no longer laid beside her, the demon had given her what he'd promised. A key that could open her locked library door, a cloak he claimed that would keep her hidden as long as it was worn when the sun was below the horizon, and an odd medallion that could bring her to his home. He said he'd show her how to use it in the morning.
Cassandra turned over, humming at how her body ached in nostalgia from the previous night, seeing that the demon was nowhere to be found, she settled for the few minutes of peace and quiet she hardly ever had the luxury to enjoy.
She grinned softly, taking a long moment to stretch and enjoy the light of the day before rolling out of the bed as gracefully as her clumsy, sore, body would let her as she made a beeline for the open bathroom door. Her lover had admittedly cum all over her the night before but she'd been far too exhausted and shaky to do more than run a wet cloth over her body. Which to say was not sufficient for her standards of cleanliness.
No sooner had she figured out the foreign temperature system of the demon's shower and stepped into warm water that the door opened and a disheveled head of raven hair, strung chaotically on black and red horns, greeted her with a dopey smile.
"Morning nun." He stretched, yawning to show giant fang-like teeth that went all the way to the back of his mouth, which explained the dark crescent-shaped bruises that bloomed over her body.
"I do have a name you know." She shook her head good-naturedly as she turned around the small glass box to try and find some soap, glad to see a tile shelf attached to the wall behind her with all the supplies shed need.
"Let me guess, it's something ironic like 'Chastity' or 'Hope' right?" He hadn't been with an abbess in quite some time, but he remembered they all had quite amusing names of faith.
"No, no." she chuckled. "It's Cassandra." she began to lather a bar of what she knew to be shampoo in her hair, not deterred by the demon's gaze at all now as he admired her body despite how foreign it was. "And what about you? Any name I can call you besides 'Demon?"
He smirked as he decided to join her, plucking the soap from her hands as he slicked back his now dampened hair.
Cassandra realized how... big he was in comparison to her for the first time. He had to stand at least a whole foot taller if not more, and he was built wide, not lean perse, but he must have done a lot of physical labor in his day, scars common on the flesh she could see now that the sun touched him.
"I have many names, but I'll give you a fond one." He leaned his head back to rinse the lather out of his hair, grooming the stray strands that were caught on his horns so they finally laid against his head. "My friends call me Amon."
"Like the demon
lord
?" She paused, blinking hard to comprehend it.
"While I'm impressed by your history knowledge, I'm glad to say that is not the case." He tapped her nose again, amused at how she took a breath of relief. "I'm much younger than that senile old fool."
"So humble." She rolled her eyes, rinsing the last of the soap from her body before stepping away from the warm water. Grabbing her towel as she sat back on the lip of a nearby tub to watch Amon preen and show off for her. She thought it was cute when he even brought his tail around to scrub the dark wine colored scales.
"Mind handing me a towel?" He raised his eyebrow at the fact she had stolen his.
She grinned, mischief lingering on her lips as she took off her own towel to give to him, a dark hand reaching out to take it only for the young girl to snatch it away at the last second.
He grinned at her antics when she brought it back to him, leaning forward to take the cloth only for her to dance out of his reach with a snicker.
"You are quite the imp." He shook his head. "Come on now, I'm getting cold."
"If you want it why don't you come get it?" She quipped, delighting in the goosebumps that rose on her skin with how Amon licked his lips. She put the towel behind her back and rocked on her heels waiting. He looked her up and down a moment, snapping his fingers so a crackle of dark magic crawled around her waist, pulling her forward despite her digging her heels into the tile in surprise.
"You have no idea who you're in company with." He winked as he took the towel from her awe loosened hands. Snaking his fingers around the soft lines of her jaw to pull her close, kiss her deeply. "But I have to say your boldness is refreshing."
She felt slightly dopey between the magic he'd used and his own kiss.
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Cassandra held her newest trinket high in the air in front of her. Ironically the demon had given her a star, the holy symbol of her temple. To the rest of the world, it was carved from simple wood and strung on a chord with beads of the same material, modest enough for a nun that no one would blink, certainly not like they would have if she accepted the crystal-studded silver chain initially offered to her.
The young abbess pinched the bottom longest point of the star, pulling slightly to reveal the strong blade hidden inside the small nick-nack. She reminisced about how she'd used it over the past two weeks, slicing literal holes in reality that always led her to the demon's library. She'd hardly slept between her duties at the temple and the way she'd get lost in her research at night. She was behind the outermost garden wall now so she could get five minutes of quiet, so irritated at the incessant squeaking of her sisters that she'd just about resorted to violence before ducking away from the group. She'd certainly be scolded for ditching them to do her chores by herself but she didn't care. With all the pent-up frustration she held she might as well look forward to at least some kind of stimulation.
She'd tried to find the demon to help her with her... desires, the past four nights she had visited his home. But he warded the doors carefully so she couldn't leave the room unless she had his explicit permission. The magic that sealed her into the library stung like fire and would root itself in her spine the harder she tried to press through it, and the demon hadn't visited her once since the second night she came to read.
The blade made a satisfying click as she rammed it back into its holster in frustration. There truly was no rest for the wicked was there?
She looked around the wooded area in front of her, realizing that no one on the road would be able to see her through the brush and long stretch of trees that sheltered the west side of the temple. She looked up, the stone wall that separated the garden from the local wildlife standing far enough above her head that no one would be able to see her from the other side as long as she rested against it as she was now. And since she had jumped the fence there was no path or gap to her isolated little side for some time. Nobody would be wandering past her unless they were slinking about for quiet like Cassandra was.
Her heart beat a little quickly at the realization, the nagging between her legs becoming more urgent now that she wasn't distracted...
She looked around a moment, keeping a sharp ear to the wind. There were no footsteps, no yelling, just the very distant chatter of the nuns hiding in the shade of the stone porch on the opposite side of the building, birds chirping, and a cow baying far away on the road.
She peaked her head over the wall, her nose pressed flat to the rough grout as she made sure no one was in the garden. Which to her anxiety and delight, there was not a soul.
She slid back down, letting the stone slowly hike up her robes as she sat, sliding hands down the buttons on the front, slowly releasing the top few toggles so she could dip her hand to graze across a hardening nipple. Cassandra noted that while it was nice, it was nothing like the demons hands on her, and certainly not comparable to his mouth.
She took her hand away, feeling no loss at the mild tingling left behind as she inched lower towards her hips.
She dared not take off her underwear with how out in the open she was, but she hissed softly as she dove fingers down the front of the white cotton.
She gently trailed over the coarse hairs between her legs, now trimmed as she had seen in various literature she had nosed through in the past week, humming at how the gentle touch rippled over her flesh.
"Shit." She whispered at how wet she was as she slid a single digit upward to part her lips. How pent up was she at this point? Not even a stiff breeze had passed by her today but she was this drenched?
