Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Chapter 219

Unable to move and barely able to make a sound, Dulce could only sink into the maelstrom, his body seizing up with another orgasm. He was pounded until he became pliable inside and out, held up by the shadows that bound him.

Tears soaked the sheets, darkness staining his ivory skin, it made him look fragile, even more so in comparison to the Shadow Demon pinning him down.

Dulce’s eyes were tightly shut, his cries of pleasure muffled, rammed until his chest was heaving. When the shadows restricting his arousal melted away, he didn’t notice for a moment, until streaks of pleasure tore through him like electricity underneath his skin.

Asael’s thrusts were far from steady, from the moment he was bound on the bed, the Demon’s motion had been quick and powerful, wringing out countless empty orgasms from him.

He let out a muffled scream as his orgasm was ripped out of him, shuddering as his tip erupted, his member jerked from the force of it, flushed an angry red.

Dulce fainted away just before he was filled, white painted his slick, wet walls. The shadow wrapped around his neck and muffling his sounds fell away, as well as the bonds keeping him captive.

He woke up shortly after, he was gathered up in Asael’s arms, the Demon placing gentle kisses on the curve of his shoulder. Dulce was still buzzing with pleasure, tremulous spasms rocking through his milky, limp member.

He blinked blearily up at the Shadow Demon, noting that he had taken off his waistcoat and dress shirt sometime when he was out of it, silver bands tattooed against his inky black skin.

"Are you sleepy?" Asael asked, his low and rough voice threaded with humor.

Dulce hesitated, not quite sure if his vocal cords were still functional. Vampires truly did not need sleep, but after drinking the Demon’s blood and being tossed around for hours, he really did feel like he could sleep.

"It’s your choice," Asael went on, his reluctance evident in his voice, a powerful arm wrapped around Dulce’s waist. "You could either drink more from me or keep me company till I sleep."

Dulce was starting to realize that Asael had likely never planned to sleep. After all, the Shadow Demon could spend weeks asleep when he did sleep. He lowered his eyes, he was already flushed from exertion and pleasure, so the faint heat creeping into his cheeks went unnoticed.

"Will we return in the morning?" He asked softly, almost inaudible.

Asael heard him easily, they were pressed close, the tips of their noses nearly touching. "If that’s what you want." He agreed.

The Vampire’s answer was already obvious, Asael tilting his head to the side slightly so he could access his neck. He didn’t let go even when Dulce slipped into a trance, his head lolling slightly to the side.

Asael only got up to clean them up after the Vampire was asleep. In his arms, the Vampire was all shades of red and white. From his pale hair to the marks littered across his neck and shoulders, and from the milky sheen on his limp length to the crisscrossing of the red lines the bonds left behind.

Asael didn’t care for sleep, so after Dulce was clean and wrapped in one of his robes, he took the Vampire back to Earth. It was the early hours of the morning when they arrived, dawn still hours away.

He didn’t intend to sleep, but he got on his bed in the cottage with Dulce, contentment in his gray eyes.

-+-

Dulce roused when the door was slammed open, waking up dazed. The brightness was unexpected, after closing his eyes to the constant darkness of Noctyrn, even a mild winter sun was enough to sting his eyes.

"It’s been morning for hours," Kath’tan’s gruff voice heralded the Demon’s arrival. "You..." He trailed off at the sight he stepped in to see.

Asael was wrapped around Dulce, the Shadow Demon was fast asleep.

Kath’tan slowed to a stop, in sheer disbelief. He was so stunned that he didn’t notice Dulce until a moment later. The Vampire was staring up at him with limpid silver blue eyes, and just inches lower was the unmistakable evidence of a collar around his slender neck.

The faint bruises wrapped around his neck, the robes he wore slipping down a shoulder to show more of the marks in varying stages of healing scattered on his pale skin.

Dulce lifted a slender finger to his lips, his other arm hooked around Asael’s neck.

But it didn’t matter because Kath’tan’s arrival had woken the Demon. Asael shot Kath’tan a cold look, but his eyes were still a serene gray.

"Breakfast has already gone cold," Kath’tan strode forward, his shock thawed by anger. "If he wants to keep sleeping, he can sleep alone."

Asael loosened his hold around him so Dulce could easily get off the bed. His belt had grown loose while he slept so it slipped low enough to show the top of the marks the shadowy ropes had left on his arms the night before.

Kath’tan immediately zeroed in on it, disquieted. He had said to Asael’s face how impressive the Shadow Demon’s self-control was, but the story told by the traces he left behind was completely different from what he expected.

Dulce absently straightened the lapels of the robes, walking towards him. There wasn’t a shadow of distress on the Vampire’s face, flushed with sleep; his features were softer, more delicate than sharp.

"Alright," He agreed with Kath’tan’s earlier words, looking over a shoulder at Asael, who had yet to get out of bed. "You should sleep some more," He said to the Shadow Demon, "You barely slept last night."

Kath’tan’s brows dipped at that, anger burning in his purple eyes. He took the Vampire’s wrist and pulled him up against him, warping him away to the dining room without waiting for Asael to say a word.

A quiet Caedos and a grumpy Ruoxi were already waiting at the dining table. Dulce stepped away from Kath’tan’s hold, rolling up his long sleeves as he approached the table.

"I apologize for making you wait," He said with an apologetic smile, reaching for the teapot that everyone else ignored if he wasn’t there.

The tea was steaming, so although breakfast was a little late, it wasn’t inedible. Dulce poured them cups of tea, even though the only person who cared to drink with him was Ruoxi - they all took whatever he gave them though, so he hardly noticed.

There was no response to his words because their gazes were all fixated on his revealed wrists, the crisscrossing lines hard to ignore.

Dulce, on the other hand, was lost in thought. If Asael could sleep on Earth, then there was no reason for him to drink so much of the Demon’s blood just so he could visit Noctyrn alongside him.

Asael sauntered into the dining room a short while later, unsurprised that he had actually fallen asleep. Dulce’s presence seemed to be all it took for him to do so.

"You couldn’t go back to sleep?" Dulce asked him as he took his seat, pouring him a cup of tea as well.

His words were the only thing that dragged their attention from the telling marks Dulce bore, all aware that Shadow Demons tightly controlled their sleep... at least, Asael did.

"Not after you left," Asael said plainly, always more expressive after he slept.

Dulce’s brows furrowed at that, he couldn’t spend the next night accompanying the Demon, so he could attempt to sleep once more. He never imagined that a moment would come when time did not feel enough.

It rained after breakfast, the snow piled on the ground getting thinner and thinner. It would be spring soon, and with spring came his trial into the western magical institution.

Dulce was trailed to his room after dinner, questions in his silver blue eyes as he turned to the Demons crowding his doorway. "Is something the matter?" He asked with his slender hands on the belt of his robe.

Asael had gone to his room after breakfast, the only one not currently in his room staring intently at him with an inscrutable look in his eyes.

Not waiting for them to speak, Dulce walked back, placing his hands on Caedos’ chest. He didn’t apply pressure, but he didn’t need to, "I need to get ready for the day, it’s a rainy winter morning." He muttered, glancing at the window.

He was a Vampire who didn’t have to worry about a cold, but he forgot far too often, turning around to head into the bath after easily convincing the Demons to step out of his room.

In more intimate relationships now than he had ever been, there would have been no protests if he had undressed with company in his room. But even Dulce could still feel self-conscious.

He washed up before he dressed, wearing a dress shirt, waistcoat, and overcoat today. The cravat around his neck, covered up the marks he sported, the redness already fading from his skin.