The Demon's Angel

Chapter 6

Dawn broke as I left Stephen unconscious on the leather bench. He would be fine in a few hours and back to his usual self after a good sleep. Some of my angels would have faired worse from such a draw of power, but Stephen was one of the strongest.

Even after all these years, seeing them lie there afterwards, breath shallow and liver spots dotting the previously perfect skin, still makes me shudder. I knew I was a monster since the day I was created, but nothing had prepared me for this solitary life of endless need.

I made my way back down to my chambers. Sure enough I was greeted by the sound of a softly snoring Mina lying in my bed. Whilst I had been resting I had asked one of the females to strip and wash her. I wasn't, however, prepared for what the sight of her nude form would do to me. Her porcelain skin was gently flushed, her n*****s pebbled atop her ample breasts. The curves of her body were plentiful and her shapely legs terminated at a tuft of soft blonde curls. She looked perfect again, no sign of injury remained on her skin.

I let out an anamalistic snarl.

Despite myself, I crawled onto the bed. As I approached, the fine hairs on her arms stood on end. A natural reaction to a predator nearing its prey. I brought my nose down to hover just above her skin and inhaled deeply. Her scent made my blood rush and the bulge enlarge even further in my trousers, now painfully throbbing once more.

I rolled from the bed quickly just as her long pale lashes fluttered against her cheeks.

Without moving or opening her eyes Mina let out a blood curdling scream.

The twins entered at that moment, almost ripping the door off its hinges ss they entered. "Can we assist Master?" they enquired in tandem.

The twins had spent an evening entertaining our guests. As a result, they looked younger and healthier than ever. They were around 30 in reality, but both looked no more than 18.

"Yes, calm the young lady and then show her to her new quarters. Call me when it is done." Without looking back at her exquisite form, I strode from the room.