I Am The Reincarnation Of Lucifer

9. Graze Me Once, Graze Me Twice

After bathing in the indoor hot-spring, I went ahead and slid on the burgundy robe that had been placed near the water. I tied the knot a little to the side and made my way out, meeting Gylador who was standing by the door.

He bowed his head. "I will escort you to your chambers."

I followed him wordlessly, lips jutting out in displeasure. I dreaded entering my quarters. The reason was obvious...I didn't want anyone seeing me naked. I wasn't some sort of self-conscious freak, I just don't trust myself nor this Delari girl. I mean, what if her fingers graze my...erm, you know...my thing. Even worse, what if my body reacts?

I may sound like one but I'm not a stupid virgin. Though it happened seven years ago and with an unattractive nerd at that, it still counts. But the problem is, I haven't done anything...sexual, for a while so at this point, anything...and I mean anything can stimulate me.

I have a feeling, a very prominent feeling that in a few minutes, I will disgrace myself BIG time. If I wanted to escape that fate, I'd have to change things up now but...I couldn't. Not because I was completely opposed to the idea....but because deep down, I wanted to fulfill my selfish desires. I wanted to experience a little of that thrill I missed out on, even if it was just a simple graze against my naked skin...I wanted it...even if it was for a single second...I wanted it...even if it was induced by a demon...I wan---on second thought, let's not mention that fact.

"My lord, we're here."

Before I could even think to turn tail and run, Gylador moved forward, grasping the handle and swiftly pushing the door open.

The back side of a woman greeted me, her long blond, curly hair cascaded down her shoulders and stopped just below her waistline. Hearing the door creak lowly as it opened, she twisted around and instantly bowed her head, portions of her hair falling over her face.

"I'll take my leave." Gylador said, but he went almost unnoticed as he left.

"I a-am Delari." Raising her head, she used both hands to tuck her hair behind her ear. Her eyes were a delicate red, it wasn't as dark as Gylador's, Sapheme's nor Wardrock's...if you looked closely you could see the difference. Her full lips were spread across, lifting her cheeks as she gave a small smile. She was wearing the same kind of leather shorts she wore when she summoned me and a black cloth covering her breasts.

She looked...nice. It was like I was seeing her in a new light. Although that was probably influenced by awareness of the events that I knew would take place.

"I h-heard you d-did not want me to h-help you bath, is there any particular r-reason?...if I m-may ask." She said, out of the blue, eyes searching mine as she fiddled with her fingers. She was desperate for an answer...I could tell.

I roamed my brain for a somewhat descent reply, "I'm kinda used to doing those things on my own," was what I managed to come up with... It wasn't much far from the truth, in my opinion.

"I am n-not very much a-acquainted with the l-life of a human, so forgive m-me if I seem to m-misunderstand you at times."

I nodded, though I didn't really care for her words.

Her lips quirked up a little. "Alright, I will now start dressing you." She moved forward with a little tinge of excitement in her movement, instantly inciting me to tense. Her stammering had mostly stopped, so she most likely just concluded that I was a pushover, which I dare to admit, is very much true.

I stiffened when her fingers reached out, grasped the knot on my robe and pulled. Slowly but surely, each side of the robe inched apart, exposing that which hadn't even been seen by my mother herself.

"Sire, you're a little too thin." Was her first, disturbing, degrading and ego-crushing remark.

I flushed. "I believe it's better to be thin rather than overweight, so I exercise a lot." Was my pathetic excuse, but even that didn't help my sorry ass case, because she didn't even know what the word 'exercise' meant, judging by the bewilderment that swarmed her eyes upon hearing it.

...Kill me now lord.

She carefully slid the robe off my shoulders then proceeded to dress me with a long-sleeved leather tunic she took from a rack in the left corner of the room. She placed the tunic over my head, the back of her fingers gently brushing against the skin of my neck. I swallowed.

To my dismay, she didn't seem to notice my discomfort and carried on, wrapping her slender fingers around my arm then aiding in guiding them through the sleeves, before she lightly pulled down the ends and tightened the overlapping strings at the top. By then, her fingers had grazed my skin once, twice, thrice...I don't know how much exactly, but I knew for sure that it felt exhilarating.

She wasted no time in heading for the woollen cloak and the undergarment...the one thing I dreaded the most. It looked like a brief, a version nowhere near as grand but a brief nonetheless.

Panic kicked in again when she handed me the cloak and moved to bend downward. I swiftly grasped her wrist, stopping her midway. "I can...uh...do that myself." I mumbled, planting the best impassive expression I could muster unto my face.

She looked up at me, squinting. "I'm sure you can." As soon as those words left her lips, she pulled her hand out of my loose grip and proceeded to bend lower, holding the brief at my feet. I didn't move. I didn't even breath.

"Sire?" She glanced up at me again, this time expectantly. But I failed to hear her words and the fact that I was supposed to slip my feet through the briefs, kind of slipped my mind... I was too focused on the small distance between her face and my crotch. They were merely inches away, so close that I could even feel her hot breath hitting my skin. If she just moved a teeny bit closer, her mouth would be touching me.

"Sire?" Her voice was higher, but not enough to be called a shout. I snapped out of my thoughts then, my mind finally on track with the current situation. With much effort, I managed to tuck my desires away, and reluctantly, one after another, I lift each of my legs and guided it through the underwear.

And as if a few times weren't enough, her fingers slid upwards against my skin as she drew it up my legs, lightly grazing that one part she wasn't suppose to touch no matter what. Heat ran along my skin, coursing straight to my crotch. I kept my eyes straight ahead, neither looking down at myself nor at her as I began counting in my head to distract myself. That method didn't help one bit.

I cursed under my breath.

Delari stood straight and looked up at me questioningly once she drew the string in the waist and bow-tied it. "Did you say something?" She asked as she took the cloak out of my hold and draped it over my shoulder.

I shook my head and averted my gaze.

She pinned the cloak with a brooch then moved back to study my new attire. "You look better in these clothes." She complemented with a soft smile.

I bet I do.

"Well then," she bowed, "I will leave you now."

She walked to the door and opened it, before moving off to leave the room. I could hardly stop myself from dancing with joy.

A sigh of relief was about to escape me when she stopped, spun around and looked at me, her gaze travelling downwards for a few seconds before returning to my face. "You might want to restrain yourself a bit more, sire." And with that, she moved backwards on her feet and gently closed the door.

I didn't need to look down to know...my little junior has officially betrayed me...