Demon's Height

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"My lord?" Liorn's nurse looked at him with such question in her eyes. He glared at her and she stayed quiet listening to his orders. He covered Melinia with a thick robe and then led them to the bathing chambers where he knew some of the nursemaids watched in horror from the corner of their eyes as they walked through the halls. He did not give them a look as he strode with his head held high and anger on his face.

In the bathing room he removed her robe as she silently obeyed with no restraints whatsoever. Liorn then proceeded with bounding her wrists together once again. The nurse gave a little mutter of shock but Liorn shot her a look of almost menace. She knew better than to question him as she bit her tongue, but that didn’t stop her from giving him a look she knew would have been chiding enough. He leaned to whisper in her ear, "Do not untie the bonds, do not let her wear any other garment besides that robe, and do not let her drift from the room. Lock it." he ordered exiting the room.

The nurse glanced over at Melinia who sat staring blankly into the milky waters. The faint scent of rose incense spread evenly with the mist. There was silence as Melinia finally crumbled, lifting her hands to shield her face as she wept quietly. The nurse rushed into the water not caring if she herself became soaked and comforted her daughter-like queen. She placed her arms around her shoulders and spoke softly, "I'm sorry child."

Melinia sat on the bed, the windows where shut tight and the only object that helped her view her surroundings was that of a small candle. Liorn had confined her in their own bed chamber for gods knew how long. She couldn't tell for Liorn had forbade her or anyone from opening the shutters. Melinia felt crushed and hurt and she was beginning to think that Liorn was not a demon like rumors say he was, maybe lonely, but he hurt her both. She felt angry at him for treating her like a cheap w***e but most of all she was hurt deeply.

She couldn’t get past the fact that he had turned around and turned the trust she was beginning to have for him and destroy it but she knew. She knew deep down that he may have lashed out at her, but in reality, he was a child King. He was hurting just as she was.

She looked up as the door crashed open and Liorn entered. He proceeded to remove his breeches and blazer. He gave a glance over to Melinia. "Untie me Liorn" she pleaded then frowned. He ignored her and continued with other business. She rose from the bed and followed him like a lovesick peasant. "Why won't you listen to me?" he placed his royal ring into the jewelry box. "Your graceful highness-" Liorn turned furiously and backed her up into the wall.

"Listen to me you an-" before she could finish, he kissed her. She tried to move her face but he made sure she didn't move. Instead she bit him.

Liorn pulled back and licked his wound. He gave her a look of anger and didn't say a word as he tossed her over his shoulder and threw her body roughly on the bed.

Melinia landed with an "Oomph". She sat up and glared at him, unsure of his intentions but slightly suggested of what he will not do. Which was proven wrong since he had her under him in a second too late. He had pushed the robe over her back and her backside was bare for him to see. He ran his forefinger from where her curls began to the slick opening of her channel. "No, no not again Liorn. No more" she pleaded half commanded. He did so again and felt her jerk to his touch. He knew her body so well that he could do so without ever seeing the curves, the places. He's remembered every part of her body, remembering how she'd purr unconsciously while she slept as he'd caress her neck.

Liorn knew that what he had done to both of them he could never take back. He knew that Melinia would never forgive him. But deep inside he wished she would. What he wouldn't give to make her love him. He'd thought that them making a bond would connect her to him. But he screwed up those chances. It might never work between them.

Melinia woke up, she didn't know if it was early morning or late eve. No light entered the room as Liorn had placed iron bars and had the window sealed shut. The light from the candle wax had been blown out. She moved her elbows and felt how her wrists were still bound, but less tight. The bed side next to her was cold and she felt that she was in bed alone. Perhaps it was early morning if he was gone and no longer in the bed that they shared.

Though, after he was done using her, they slept together and he held her so close almost as if he was afraid to let her go. He showed her such hatred yet he held her so lovingly as if he was sorry for what he was doing to the both of them. Melinia then turned to her side and tussled with her bindings, hoping to get free.

A voice frightened her as she was disrupted. "You will not get them off" Liorn's voice whispered in the dark. Melinia paused. How did he know? Why was he awake, he should be tired from how many times he took her earlier. Melinia felt the pang of losing as this was what had become of her.  He would never let her free once again.

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It ached from time to time and Melinia had realized when he is taking her that he does not enjoy it when she screams out lewd comments like a w***e while they are making love. There were times when she did it just to irk him. She also knew that he enjoyed it when she would give in and let her natural voice reach out, but sometimes afterwards it left her with a hollow feeling. Like a used-up w***e. Recently, in the last "days" she'd become full of emotions. Anger. Courage. Then sorrow. What if something was wrong? She had lost track of time, being shut in for so long she didn’t know what the light of day was any longer.

Liorn felt Melinia take herself into a deep slumber as she was slumped against his body. Her feminine heat comforted his cold heart.

Her eyes drooped heavily with exhaustion and she did not feel well. She felt tired and Liorn woke her up to drag her to the bathing chambers. Once she was placed in the hot waters, she couldn't help but feel faint. Her body plunged forward into the water.