Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Chapter 239

Dulce let himself be pulled into Asael’s arms, the ground disappearing from underneath him. It took a moment for him to realize that they weren’t in the Shadow Demon’s dreary castle, yet.

"You need to feed from me first," Asael reminded, bringing them to his own room. The Shadow Demon shrugged off his overcoat, deft fingers untying his cravat.

Dulce watched him quietly, unimpressed. On both times that he had been to Noctyrn, Asael had slashed himself open - drinking from the Shadow Demon’s neck was tame in comparison.

Asael lowered himself to sit at the edge of his bed, waiting expectantly.

Dulce closed the distance, utterly composed. He never even vaguely considered going to the Hells before, yet here he was, spending the night in a Demon’s castle.

He was pulled down to sit on Asael when he stepped into the Demon’s personal space, a couple of the buttons undone on the black dress shirt he wore.

Dulce hesitated for a moment, reminded of how incredibly potent the drops of blood he had tasted from a Demon had been. His unease didn’t show on his face, silver blue eyes serene as he leaned in to bury his face in the curve of Asael’s neck. He placed a gentle hand on the Demon’s powerful shoulder, his other hand slipping underneath the partly unbuttoned neckline.

Dulce’s sharp fangs broke skin, silver blood filling his mouth. More than a little dazed after drinking, he was placed on his feet, a portal to the Hells forming right inside the cottage.

Crossing portals was even more harrowing than warping, he instinctively tightened his casual hold on Asael, his eyes fighting to stay open.

The castle was the same as always, oppressive, poisonous black mist floating unfettered. The portal had opened into the Shadow Demon’s study, the mere sight of the quiet room sent chills down his back.

"Are you here to read your mail before bed again?" Dulce asked coldly, taking a step back before the room completely stopped spinning.

Asael was amused, "Would you keep me company if I am?"

Dulce swept freezing eyes over him, the Vampire still looked completely out of place in the dimly lit castle. "Yes." He agreed icily with a touch of danger in his eyes.

Asael lowered his gaze as his smile widened, hiding his expression from sight. "And would you hold onto this again?" He went on, his ball of shadows forming in the palm of his hand.

Dulce’s eyes were brimming with hostility but he held out a hand regardless, a silent agreement.

Asael sent the ball of shadows floating over, stepping away to his study desk like he truly intended to go through his mail once again.

Dulce eyed up the ball of shadows which blindly bumped against the tip of his fingers before floating a little higher. He watched it impassively as it settled on the palm of his hand, braced for it to make a move.

The condensed ball of shadows did nothing but float passively above his palm, prompting him to grab onto it. It was rather counter-productive but it didn’t stop him from stretching it out as soon as he got his hands on it.

The ball of shadows remained docile, almost taunting him every time it went back to its original shape when he stopped pulling on it.

The shadows’ blatant lack of reaction took up all of his attention that he didn’t notice Asael calmly staring at him. The Demon held a small black box in a hand as he watched Dulce slowly fall into the compulsion of stretching out the shadows.

"My mail only consists of a single package," He interrupted the Vampire.

Dulce immediately dropped the ball like it burned him, but all the shadows did was float right next to him. "Then we should be all done here."

Asael pushed away from his desk and walked over, "It’s a gift for you."

Dulce’s gaze was drawn to the box now, curiosity brimming in his eyes despite his cold expression. "I have no use for trinkets."

Asael simply opened the box without a word, revealing its dazzling interior. Sitting on a bed of dark velvet, was an exquisitely-carved thin metal rod about the length of a dagger. But instead of a hilt, it was attached to a thin round ring instead. A teardrop-shaped gemstone charm was attached to the ring, the flawless teardrop carved from an incredibly precious gem.

Dulce’s brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the strange trinket. "A knife?" He asked with a furrow in his brows, looking like he already knew the answer to his own question.

"Hardly," Asael said dryly, holding out a hand. "I’ll show you."

Dulce should have heard the drums blaring but he was too fixated on what the strange gift might be. Was it a dangerous weapon or something milder? Like a hairpin...

He stepped forward and took the offered hand, impatience swirling in his eyes as their location changed. The sight of the Shadow Demon’s room was rather disappointing, he had been looking forward to a novelty weapon.

"Get on the bed," Asael directed, the strange gift was hidden inside the black box again.

Dulce was about to tell the Demon not to bother with showing him anymore, his boredom barely contained. He grudgingly kicked off his shoes and got on the large bed, realizing when he sat down without a care that the ball of shadows had been sticking to his person the entire time.

He waited for Asael to go around him and put the hairpin in his hair, wondering why he was being so tolerant. He felt a slight pressure on his thigh and glanced down, only to find an ominously familiar black vine slowly wrapping around his thigh.

Before he could react, his arms were constricted behind him again, brought down on his back to the bed by the shadows.

When Asael came into his line of sight, the Shadow Demon was half-naked. Silver-white bands wrapped around each arm, his side-swept hair down around his wide shoulders.

"I don’t see why I have to be tied down for this," Dulce scowled, caught off-guard by the shadows.

"A personal preference," Asael drawled, remaining indifferent in the face of the Vampire’s displeasure.

The shadow vines tightly wound themselves around him, pining his hands together and tying his legs apart. The roiling darkness encircled his neck and criss-crossed his chest.

Dulce was tense, his slender body possessing restrained power. If Asael overstepped, he would put an end to this farce right away.

The vines only constricted him and nothing more, acting no different from corded ropes. Asael was the one to directly make a move.

The Shadow Demon easily undressed his bottom half, the shadow vines obeying him.

Dulce maintained his proud, unyielding expression, even when the shadowy vines were wrapped directly around his pale skin, their colors contrasting. Looking up at Asael with detachment, when his cool hand grasped his soft length.

The feeling of wetness brought his gaze down, the sight of Asael pouring out an entire bottle of scented oil over his pale member laid bare before him. His slender legs were forcefully bent at the knees, his arms pinned underneath his body, so there was no place to hide.

Dulce gasped softly at the unexpected coolness, heat spreading down his face. It spilled into the open collar of his dress shirt, raising his internal temperature.

The bottle of oil made everything slick, his hardening member, Asael’s large hand, his thighs... He was so distracted by the gentle stimulation that he completely forgot about the hairpin for a moment.

Just as he did, it made an appearance. It looked even more dazzling outside the box, the metal part made from a pale silver metal. It glistened, a small drop of oil hanging off its blunt tip.

"What– ohh," Dulce trailed off breathily when the hairpin was pushed into his wet slit. There were bumps on the thin metal rod, and they were slowly imprinted on the interior of his straining member, heat pooling at the base.

A bone-deep shiver swept through him, the weight of teardrop gem making his pink-tipped arousal bob and sway. He moaned every time it did, the gemstone moving the rod around inside him.

"What do you think of the gift I got you?" Asael asked quietly, gently caressing the teardrop gem.

Dulce arched off the bed slightly, his arms still bound. Every single motion and tremor could be felt, it made him jolt from the stimulation.

The gift was so unexpected that Dulce couldn’t build up anger. To think that Asael had this specially made for him, it was disconcerting.

Asael flicked up black eyes at him, grabbing a firm hold of the gem. "I asked a question."

Dulce gasped out in pleasure, it stung his eyes, wetness spilling around the thin metal rod and out his eyes. He was no more able to string words together this time than he was the first.