The Devil's Love

Scott Evanders Wilson was one of the demons who escaped from the kingdom after losing a battle. As he recalls, he ran in the same direction as Amartha and Arkais, his two friends. However, they eventually got separated. And this is where Scott finds himself. On the edge of a ravine that separated the cursed Genevara Forest, where underworld creatures roam, from a beautiful part of the country. Scott tried to muffle his moans. He couldn't make a sound that would let the demon troops and demon hunters know his position. He had to be quiet, enduring all the pain of his injuries. Fragrant. It was faint, but Scott was sure it was a human scent mixed with a very fragrant flower. He sharpened his sense of smell to make sure. "Look, the bushes are moving! Do you see it?" "Ahh... right." Scott could hear the voices of men chatting. Scott realized that he was in some pretty thick bushes. Did that mean they were talking about the bushes Scott was in? Scott tried to exert all his remaining strength to disguise the rancid scent of demon blood coming out of his body. Trying to appear as a human who was badly injured. "Aarrrgh!" uncontrollably, Scott groaned in pain. "Well, is anyone there?" "I think so." "What is it?" The voice somehow brought Scott's almost lost consciousness back. His eyes were almost closed, but he didn't seem willing to miss a second of that beautiful voice. "I'm sorry, Princess, but there seems to be something in those bushes," came the male voice that answered the woman's previous question. "I heard the sound too. Like someone in pain." Scott smiled slightly. That is soft. "Princess!" "Princess, what are you doing? You can't get out of the carriage!" "Shhh... we have to check it out. What e is someone injured there? That side is a cliff, he could fall into it if he moves even a little," said the woman's voice. Scott could hear the sound of several swords. What exactly was going on? "What are you doing?" snapped the princess. "We're just on standby, please have the Princess walk behind us!" "Stop it! Even from the sound of his voice, I'm sure that person is in pain. You must not bring him closer to death!" Slowly, Scott could feel the surrounding bushes moving. After that, he heard the princess squeal in shock. Scott's consciousness had disappeared. Until he felt movement in the place he was standing. Slowly, his eyes opened. And he was immediately confronted with a soft-colored colored silk cloth in front of his eyes. "Oh..." Scott moaned in pain as his head, which was injured quite severely, hit something. "Are you awake?" That voice... instantly Scott's smile veins were pulled. He tried to move his head away from the pillow he was leaning on. However, he felt so dizzy that he decided against it. Wait! It's not a pillow! It's a woman's shoulder. "Don't move too much! Your wound is very bad. Rest first until we get to my palace," the girl said. So, this shoulder Scott was leaning onPrincessesrincess? Scott slowly moved his hand. Raising it to touch the spongy object that made a soft sound. "You-" "You... saved... me," Scott interrupted. The girl fell silent. Scott could feel how soft her lips were. He imagined how sweet it would be if he sucked on those lips with his mouth. Ah... just imagining it, Scott became even more impatient to get well. He wanted to see how the princess who had saved him looked now. A small shock caused Scott's weak hand to fall on the skin of the girl's neck. Scott kept rubbing it. Very gently. Until he unconsciously moved hissniffo and sniffed the junction of the girl's neck. "Nghh..." the girl sighed slightly from Scott's breath at the intersection of her neck. "Smells good," Scott murmured. "Stop it or I'll kick you out of my carriage!" threatened the beautiful princess. Scott chuckled before justifying his position back leaning on the girl's shoulder. After that, Scott returned to his subconscious. A dream that seemed to take him to a field of beautiful, fragrant flowers. And that it felt very real to Scott. * Scott woke up as the blinding sunlight penetrated into his resting place. Fortunately, he had taken the magic potion that made him immune to sunlight before the rebellion a while ago. Otherwise, he would have died from this severe injury. "Look, he's awake!" "Really?" "Ah, yeah. His fingers are twitching!" "Should I call the Princess?" "Yes, of course! Let's tell the Princess about this!" Slowly, Scott's eyes began to open. The first thing he saw was the beautiful ceiling. And... Where was he now? Why did the place where he was lying now feel so comfortable? "Ah... look, his face is so handsome!" "You're right. It really is like a very perfect sculpture." "Shhh... be quiet! He's a 'guest' of Princess Cassandra. Don't speak impolitely!" Scott shifted his attention to the four servant-clad people who were lined up in a row staring at him. Their faces turned red as soon as Scott actually turned his face. "So handsome!" Scott squealed. Were the women complimenting him? "Get out!" That voice... Quick as lightning, Scott turned his head in the direction the voice came from. His eyes rounded. The woman-err, l looked beautiful in her sky-blue dress. She stepped quickly closer to where Scott lay, her eyes full of worry. This beautiful girl was worried about Scott? "Are you awake? What do you feel now? Is there still an unbearable pain? My servant is calling for a physician to check your condition," the pretty girl said. Scott had heard from the servants earlier that, if I'm not mistaken, this girl was named... "Cassandra. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Cassandra Lira Lavanda. And you are?" Scott smiled, "Scott. Scott Evanders Wilson," Scott replied. Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed happy to hear that Scott was able to speak. "How are you, Mr. Scott? What parts are still hurting?" Cassandra asked gently. "I'm fine. And I don't think I need your healer to come here," Scott replied. Cassandra looked at the weakened man with a worried gaze. She didn't seem to believe that Scott was okay. The girl was just so innocent that she had no idea that the creature she had just helped was a demon that could kill her at any time. Moreover, Scott was indeed a killer demon. 'Ah... I feel like killing her, or maybe f*****g her first? Make her moan in pleasure when my 'little brother' plays in her lair? Make her sigh with the pleasure I give her with every move I make on top of her, before the scream of pain finalizes up and sends her to the afterlife. 'But how could I do such a thing to my savior? At the very least, if I want to f**k her I should do it gently so that she enjoys it too,' Scott monologued to himself. "I feel good. I just need to rest for a while longer. Do you mind if I rest here at your place for the next day or two?" Scott asked. "That's fine. And you can indeed stay as long as you want. I mean, as long as you need for your recovery process," Cassandra replied with a sweet smile. That smile... oh my, how could there be such a beautiful smile in this world. Where had Scott been all this time? He had never seen such a beautiful sight in his life. Unconsciously, Scott's hand rose up to touch the corner of Cassandra's lips. The girl jumped in surprise. But she didn't resist at all. For some reason, she didn't feel threatened at all if Scott did it. "Can I see your smile again?" Scott asked. Cassandra was shocked. Her heart skipped a beat at the man's small request. But reflexively her lips curled back into a smile just as Scott wanted. 'It's so beautiful that I want to suck it mercilessly,' "You know, on the way here, someone threatened to throw me off the carriage. She knew full well that I was about to die," Scott teased. "That was because you did something inappropriate to me. You-" "But now, you're silent. Is it because I only touched your lips. Whereas your weak spot is your neck? Because at that time, you were angry when I enjoyed your fragrant body scent in the recesses of your neck," Scott guessed. Cassandra couldn't deny that fact. Yep. It's all true. And even she just realized that her neck is a very sensitive place. She even remembered that she moaned when Scott sniffed the intersection of her neck. "Look, your cheeks are flushed. You're blushing just from hearing my words? How much did you like what I did back then?" Scott teased. His mind was now completely dirty. The turmoil was coming back to make his little brother down there feel so claustrophobic. Cassandra snorted. Had the man not been in this weakened state, he would have slapped her cheek very hard. Or perhaps, Scott would have been on top of her, inhaling more of the intoxicating scent emanating from the girl's body. Or perhaps, Scott could have done more than just sniff. Like making her moan helplessly under his confinement? Sighing uncontrollably to the point of calling out her name after getting organism? Especially, considering where they were at the moment. In a warm, cozy room, just the two of them. Allowing them to do anything at ease, and without anyone knowing.