Hello, once again. Here is the second part of the series. Sorry for any mistakes and the lack of 'proper' sex in this one but I promise the next one will have enough of it.
Chapter 2: Caught!
Daemon is sitting on a wooden bench, staring at the candy shop before him, on the other side of the road. He absentmindedly gaped at the hoards of children fighting over a new candy. He looked down at his filthy condition, dirty and torn boots, a canvas cut-off, stained and soiled t-shirt. He checked his left pant pocket. His smallish fingers tugged at the little piece of rag. He set the rag beside him and opened the folds delicately. Six coins came into view.
He started to count them. One dollar, one quarter, two quarter, one cent, two cent, three cent, one quarter. He set on to count the total. One dollar, three quarters and three cents. He checked the large price tag hanging over the candy shop for the tenth time. 'Royal Treat', Get yourself a royal treat today just for Three and a quarter dollars. It was more then he had, right?
Maybe the candy makers were unaware of this orphan's miserable condition, or they just wanted to ignore him. Because he was saving it secretly, skipping lunch for last four days, doing magic tricks in the roadsides along with his brother. But still he lacked the amount they of the treat for. How sad, he thought. Only if his mummy and daddy returned from the hospital that night, when their car bummed another. His brother cried for them to return, to come back.
But they never did. He remembered, a week later, how rude his mummy was when she stupidly hid herself in the black wooden box and went into a big hole along with his father, who was in a similar box just a bit bigger, just next to her. They didn't even talked to him! Daemon felt tears running down his cheeks.
Uncle Bob came next day and suddenly he and his brother was on he streets. When they tried to get back he yelled at them, saying to go find some other dick to munch on. Ofcourse he didn't understand it at that time or he wasn't sure if he would have murdered him, but it seemed Marcus did, but he didn't pummelled uncle Bob (god knows why?), because they left the place at once.
His brother is double his age around twelve. He walked to him and sit beside him. Daemon looked at him then at the candy store and the coins on the rag. That was all left for him. His brother noticed the tears and the coins.
"How much do you need?"
"I got one dollar and seventy-eight cents." He then pointed at the price board. His brother searched his trousers for a while and produced four one dollar coins and placed them at his hand. He counted them and exclaimed.
"This is more then I need, Marcus!" He innocently tried to push the coins back on Marcus's hand.
"No take it. It's a gift... from mummy. " The sad tone was obvious for even the little kid beside him.
"I miss them too. " Daemon whispered. Marcus sighed.
"Now run along and don't forget to take the change alright."
"Yes, sir." Daemon was too happy to oblige. He ran across the road towards the shop with the treat. The Royal Treat.
*
Cassandra shifted on her bed. She couldn't sleep. The visions of his memories haunted her, somehow some of his earlier memories bleeded into hers when their minds were one. She was dreaming about his childhood days, about his sufferings. The pain she feel now. The pain of being an orphan.
She could feel his aura getting stronger with every passing moment. She was quite taken aback by his capacity. She was a mage herself, but even her twin doesn't know it. In her childhood her friend had taught her a spell that would hide her essence from another mage. Only the most competent and powerful can see through her mask. That is the reason behind her absence from his fathers side in the late council meetings.
She always thought of herself as an abomination. Because neither her father nor her sister exhibits her powers. She was unsure of her mother though because she died giving birth to them. So she never get to know the truth. She always tried to talk to her father about it, ask the question but never get herself to do it. And now he was gone too. And the question is left unanswered forever.
Maybe she should ask Daemon to help her in this matter. But he barely know her even if now she share some very intimate moments of his life. She found an uncanny pull deep inside her whenever she would think about him or his body. It would leave her hot and wet. Now her fantasies always seems to move towards that one person. Even if she would think of other people while touching herself, her thoughts would always end up on him when she would reach her peak. The images of him touching him and the hardness of his rigid member sheathed deep inside her would always leave her breathless.
Maybe he would help her find terms with her powers. Having a mage of her level would be very beneficial for the guild. Maybe she could convince him to join her guild and then he would be around for a while and they could...
A gasp escaped her lips. Suddenly she was aware that she was rubbing her clit through her panty deliberately. The red lace panty was literally soaked. She always had a thing for sexy lingerie.
"Ohhhh, yesss." Her hissed and whimpered as her finger pushed the thin material aside and delved inside. She was so wet. Her whole body was inflamed. Her other hand slid over her bra encased tits. She knew how her chest moves men's eyes and sometime minds. She plucked at her nipples through the bra. Her mind was racing imagining things that she always felt ashamed of later. But in the mist of lust, every moral is forgotten.
She imagined him urging her legs wide just as she did. Then his hard cock parted her labia. She pushed another finger inside and pushed. A small cry unleashed. Her hand tugged her bra down and the other hand started swirling around her areola, ending up pinching her hard nub. Another cry unleashed. She pushed a third finger inside groaning as she felt the tension building deep inside her hot snatch.
"Yess, fuck me harder. OHH, Daemon, yess." She was shovelling her cut frantically. "Fuck oh Fuck! Gonna come! Shiiit..." Her back arched up pushing back at her raping fingers as her hand get covered with fresh honey. One of the most intense climax she ever experienced. She brought a finger to her lips and sucked on it ravenously imagining to be his cock. How she loved the taste.
She would often see him fucking different women in his life. The visions were frequent. Surprisingly he lost his virginity at the age of fifteen, to a nurse of all the people. Naughty boy.
Cassandra slumped back on the bed panting heavily. This is her desire. Yes she would have him one day. All for herself and none for others. Sleep took over her still foggy mind.
**
Daemon woke from his sleep of the ages. It took his body a whole week to recuperate. He was aware of people around him every day either someone visiting him or the doctor checking on him. The energy exertion his body experienced recently was enormous. It seems like Kalika joined his powers to cast the spell. Even now his energy is not on the apex. It need more time. But he is done resting. Now is the time to work. He slowly pulled up and was just as gently pushed down.
"You need to rest boy." A scruffy old man sitting beside him said, whom he instantly recognised as the doctor.
"I'm done resting, old man." He brushed aside his hand and tried to sit up.
"Jacob is the name." The old man didn't tried to argue anymore.
"And I'm... " He was cut short when another person hastily entered the room. Sweet scent that haunted him last few days flushed in. Cassandra.
"Ander, he knows that." She gave him a warm smile but the sly touch didn't escaped his ears.
'Who the fuck is ANDER!' She heard a voice deep inside her mind. She gasped and pulled back a step. The amusement gone from her features. She stared at his indifferent face.
'Is... is that you?' She thought back.
'Hell that's me. Ander? Really? From all the fucking names in the world, you got Ander?' His tone was accusing and mocking at the same time.
'It rings well.'
'It rings shit.'
She huffed indignantly.
