Demon

SHE was dressed in a revealing nightgown again that morning, and her entire body was almost exposed. She exclaimed, unsure whether she should go down and face the man. But she ultimately decided not to.

The door swung open, and the man walked in. He was shirtless and immediately caught their attention. Her heart skipped a beat, so she quickly looked down. While the man was staring at her, particularly her breasts. She quickly wrapped her hand around it. Cuhen does not own her, despite the fact that it has claimed her several times.

"How come you haven't come down yet?"

"Doesn't your hand hurt anymore?" she asked, glancing at his no longer bandaged hand.

"Answer me!"

"I awoke late. I apologize. ”

He didn't respond, but he did take a step closer to her. She abruptly backed away, fearful of being hurt. But she was taken aback when Cuhen carried her. She was speechless as a result of what it did.

She fixed her gaze on the man. She shook her head with its thick brows, the tip of its nose, its closed red lips, and its chest. She recalls the man opposite as Cuhen Malcogn, the man who kidnapped her.

"P-please, take me down... I can walk by myself," she pleaded.

He didn't pay attention. When they arrived at the coridor, he simply lowered her. There is fried rice, ham and sausage, scrambled eggs, and hot coffee available. It sat down in the front seat and began eating quietly.

Her mind was racing with questions. Is its head bored, and why is it being so nice now? What was the significance of its proximity to her? Why does she believe that every move he makes gives her a different hint? But she received no response.

After Cuhen finished eating, it quietly turned around and made its way upstairs to the room where he was sleeping. She finished the meal with a smile, and that day was different for her.

THREE WEEKS HAVE PASSED. Ellah misses her father and secretly hopes for the best for him. She hadn't heard from her Father in the three weeks she'd been in the middle of the forest as she'd destroyed Cuhen's cellphone.

It was difficult for her to ask, but she lacked the courage. Cuhen is the devil. Sometimes he's nice, sometimes he's not. It confronts her correctly at times and violently at others. She couldn't read him because of his unpredictable behaviours and difficulty reading.

Happy birthday self!

She smiled as she reflected on her birthday, which was today. The 13th of May. She almost forgot her birthday because there is a calendar in the living room. Its her birthday, and her father wasn't there to celebrate it with her. She yearned for her father! She wanted to cry, but she refused to let sadness consume her.

She is now in a waterfall, lying on a large chunk of rock, with the flow of water freely falling on her body. Cuhen is not present, so she is free to take a bath despite the fact that it is forbidden for her to visit the falls. Cuhen had left as soon as she awoke, and he had only left a message note in the refrigerator.

Her eyes were closed, and she could feel someone staring at her. Cuhen's eyes met her as soon as she opened her eyes. It's staring at her right now. The man was naked, and water poured freely behind his back towards her.

She felt a surge of heat. So, before her heart and body betrayed her, she pushed the man away but refused to move. His hand caressed her exposed thigh gently. She stunned! She was only dressed in thin white nightgowns.

Cuhen's eyes were filled with admiration as he watched her lie down. She had to control herself, and perhaps— God!

When his hand caresses her womanhood, she closes her eyes. With each of his touches, she lurches again. Cuhen has claimed her for a week now, and her body is overjoyed for him.

She screamed at his caress and finger play with her womanhood. When she opened her eyes, her hand seemed to have its own mind and caressed the man's wet chest. For the first time, she felt his hard chest, and everything else faded away. In these moments, the only thing on her mind was the two of them beneath the falls.

She closes her eyes as their lips meet. This was the first time the man had kissed her with extreme care and respect and admiration. She feels the self - restraint with every touch of him on her body, and she will admit that she is already burning with heat, and not enough water from the falls will cool her down.

"Ahhh!" she moaned.

It touched her breast and squeezed it, and Cuhen took off her nightgowns without hesitation.

Her body is now exposed to his gaze. She felt no shame when Cuhen looked at her body in awe, as if it were the first time he had seen it.

"Ellah..."

Mentioning her name sounded like music to her ears. The man immediately worshiped her and kissed her passionately. She retaliated, and the two of them kissed aggressively.

His tongue began to move inside her mouth, and his hand began to caress her all over. She could feel the hardness of his manhood between her thighs and was eager for it to enter her womanhood. But the forest didn't hear her because Cuhen was still kissing her.

As her tongue moved down into her womanhood, she moaned and grabbed his hair. She enjoyed what he did and thought she'd go insane, especially when Cuhen ate her vagina. His finger also went in and out of her.

“C-cuhen! Aaahh! Ohhh." She yelled when she came out of his mouth twice. "I want that... Yeah! Lick me more. Oh! Ahhh!" She moaned with pleasure during the third orgasm and assumed that was the end of it. But she's taken aback when Cuhen enters her as a man.

"It's so tight! Fucking tight!" he moaned in pleasure.

Cuhen had her two thighs wrapped around his, and his hand was on her waist. It pump her so quickly that it appeared to be competing with the force of the water. She couldn't stop herself from screaming with pleasure, especially when the man was about to push deeper, teasingly stop, and then push deeper again.

"Cuhen!" she exclaimed, barely able to keep the words out of her mouth due to the sensation she was experiencing.

"Come with with me, sweetheart... Come with me."

At the same time, she felt their orgasm explode. Her womb was full, and she didn't want to deprive him of his manhood while she was still enjoying the sensation.

"Ohh Cuhen! Don't… Ohhh! C-cuhen, I want more!" She was going insane.

Cuhen did exactly what she said. It began to come in and out as the heavy downpour of water continued to fall on them. When they had their next orgasm, she just hugged his neck.

Cuhen carried her on their way home and made their way home. At the time, they were both naked. Her knee was weak, and she was grateful for Cuhen's assistance. He tightened his grip on her as she closed her eyes.

"Don't go to sleep yet," he said.

She gave a nod. She was drowsy, but when Cuhen's car came to a halt at the garden's entrance, she looked at him and couldn't figure out what he was saying. Its eyes were devoid of emotion.

"Happy Birthday, Ellah..." he said quietly.

She awoke from her slumber and stared in astonishment at Cuhen. Did she hear correctly? Did it say happy birthday to her? Her heart was filled with joy, and her entire face was flushed.

"T-thank you," she said shyly. She couldn't believe it anymore. How did it know today was her birthday?

Cuhen returned her gaze and led her to her room. Despite her protests, they rinsed and bathed her together. She almost turn red when he was still the one who dressed her in his own long sleeves. Cuhen also provided her with a panty to wear.

He then brushed her long hair after he had changed into his t-shirt and boxer shorts. It has a handsome appearance and is a pleasure to look at all day.

She was perplexed by what was going on, but her lips remained closed. She wanted to cherish this memory, and thinking about it made her feel worse. She was well aware that everything was only temporary.

When he placed her on the picnic blanket, which was now in the middle of the yard and surrounded by numerous different flowers, she almost burst into tears. There was a bouquet of red roses and a cake with the words 'Happy Birthday' and her name engraved on it.

As he handed her the bouquet of roses and wished her a happy birthday, tears flowed up in her eyes. A sob took the place of the crying. What does each of his movements imply? On the one hand, she was overjoyed, but on the other, she was in pain. Her mind and heart were at odds.

He hugged her quickly and let her cry on his chest. Was he just being nice because it was her birthday?

"Is there something missing? Cake, roses, gift—" he cut himself off mid-sentence and looked at her, "What gift do you want? I can't decide because I don't know what you want."

Her heart pounded as a result of what he said. She was about to tell him that this was exactly the gift she was looking for when she remembered her father. Her father, indeed!

"I want my father back," she said as she raised her head to meet his gaze. "Cuhen, I'd like to see Daddy. I miss him terribly. At least one day, as long as I can see him," she became vulnerable again and continued to cry.

She could see the surprise in Cuhen's eyes, and he didn't seem to like what she said. He clenched his fist and yanked away from her embrace.

She was nervous, but she hoped the man would grant her wish. Even today's cor. She was willing to give everything up for the Cuhen. She is ready to proclaim to the world that she adores the man and that this is what her heart desires. She didn't care what anyone else thought; she just woke up one day and realized she loved him, and her heart was beating for him.

"C-cuhen, just one day please!"

"No," he said emphatically. He abruptly stood up and entered the house with ease. It had abandoned her.

THAT night, Ellah stared at the ceiling. Her mind was blank until she heard what appeared to be someone talking in the other room. Cuhen's sleeping quarters. A force compelled her to go to his room and listen in on the conversation, which she did.

"C'mon, Cuhen! Come on! How long are you going to keep it a secret from her?"

She was alarmed by what she had heard. She pushed herself to the door and listened intently to the person inside. This could be one of the questions she was hoping to get an answer to.

"Herrence, lower your voice!" Cuhen retorted angrily, "She might hear you."

She bit her lower lip so hard it hurt. She is the subject of their conversation.

"However, you must. That's exactly what she's saying. You must let her go."

No!

Her mind screamed furiously. She waited for Cuhen to respond, and his response, 'Never,' made her happy rather than sad.

"Do you have feelings for her?"

She was concerned about Cuhen's response. She was gasping for air. She waited for Cuhen to say something else.

“No. I don't love her, and I never will. When it came to bedtime, she was simply my slave. Slave to sex Florae is still my favorite. "

Cuhen's response was as if a bomb had been dropped on her. She shakily touched her heart and grasped at the air. Her heart had been shattered. She admitted that Cuhen does not love her and that his deceased fiancée is still the one he loves. But she couldn't accept that this was how he treated her; as a machine for his needs.

Of course, it had already become clear to her that she was merely a comforter in this place, and she was too naive to believe that his every touch meant something different. It's insane that she believes it. Her heart was pounding and she felt as if she was going to pass out. If she is in pain right now, it is her fault, and no one can blame her but herself.

"Then tell her about it. Also, inform her that her father has died and that we buried him this morning."

What is going on?!

In her ears, it sounded like a nuclear bomb had exploded. When she heard what she heard, she covered her mouth and backed away. No, she simply misheard. Her hearing was just fooling her. Her father cannot die, nor can he abandon her. It can't be!

She secretly hoped it wasn't true, that it was all a joke, and that the man Cuhen was speaking to inside would retract it. God!

"I'm afraid I can't. I'm afraid I can't tell her. It was my fault that Don Hernandez died so quickly. I'm powerless to intervene."

Her tears flowed all at once and didn't stop. When Cuhen confirmed that her Father was no longer alive, her breathing became heavier. Is this why he refuses to let her see her only parent? Even the last time she tried to see it before it was covered in earth, it refused to let her. Could it have been because he had already killed someone she loves? Cuhen is truly a demon!

He murdered my father... He murdered my father!

She lacked the courage to barge into Cuhen's room. She is now filled with rage, pain, and disgust! Why was Cuhen able to murder an innocent man?

She went to her room, tears streaming down her cheeks, and immediately rummaged through the drawer for the map she had seen while cleaning the house. She had no choice but to leave right away. She would be killed if she did not leave, just as he had killed her father.

Cuhen, you're a demon! You're a demon! You not only broke my heart, but you also killed the only person I have! You're a demon! You are cursed!