The Damned Demon

In the tranquil glow of the sun, its beautiful rays illuminating the waters and the sand, Isola found herself nestled against Asher's sturdy chest, a sheer sheet of fabric delicately swathed around their naked forms after sharing a round of warmth and passion.

The ambient lull of the whispering waves accompanied their serene picture, with Asher reclining against a jagged, ancient rock, a silent witness to their secluded moment.

Isola, her eyes reflecting complex emotions, directed her gaze towards Callisa, who was still pretending to hide in the waters, though her bulbous eyes were popping out every once in a while.

Due to her highly curious nature, Isola felt it was a good thing she used a curtain of water as a veil until they were done.

With a voice tinged with hesitant curiosity, Isola broke the silence while hugging his hands, "So…other than telling about us, are you going to tell Rowena everything once we get back?"

A deep, resonant sigh escaped Asher's lips, reverberating through the air, laden with unspoken burdens and contemplation.

Slowly, with a motion mirroring the reluctant descent of the sun, he shook his head, "Rowena lived within the shadow of her father, believing him to be her sole anchor, the only family who loved her, irrespective of who he really was. At least to her, he was the father of the century. Letting her learn about her father's killer, who turned out to be the very same man she is married to and has feelings for, would unleash pain beyond measure. I know it best. Not to mention, it would jeopardize my vengeance that I have been planning ever since. My current strength is still insufficient. I need more power and influence before I can take on the other side."

Isola's gaze descended, her eyes veiled by a curtain of contemplation as she whispered, "But then, would you be really okay by…" Isola wanted to know if he was prepared to live a lie with her. But she also knew he wouldn't let an entire lifetime go to waste. He would never be able to rest knowing that those who destroyed his life had plundered his dignity and fame and living on happily.

"Yes, that part of my life I have to keep it hidden from her," Asher affirmed solemnly, his voice a low, haunting murmur reverberating through the cool air, "But not forever. Once I get my vengeance, I will tell her everything and face whatever destiny has in store for me. I know it's cowardly and wrong of me to do this, but I have long since lost my moral compass. I can differentiate between right and wrong, but I can no longer afford the luxury to do something about it. I have been damned long before I woke up as a demon. So I won't be surprised if there is a special kind of hell waiting for me," His eyes briefly glinted with a rueful light before his eyes hardened, finding the distant horizon, where the sun continued to shine as brightly as ever.

Isola, with a tender, steadfast shake of her head, wove her delicate fingers through Asher's, "Asher," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress through the soft, evening breeze, "You spent an entire lifetime trying to do the right thing, and the Angels only punished you for it. So now, nobody can blame you if you try things their way. I am sure the Devils see you in a good light by giving you a second chance, by bringing us together so that you are not alone."

With a faint, heartwarming smile tugging at his lips, Asher bent slightly, planting a soft, affectionate kiss on her shoulder, then grazing her cheek with another gentle peck, "Perhaps," he whispered with an air of lightness, "But let us retreat before our absence makes Ceti come and take a peek."

"Oh, she isn't that curious, unlike a certain naughty one," Isola chuckled playfully, her gaze flickering towards Callisa, who instantly dipped her bulbous eyes beneath the water's surface, feigning innocence at their exchange, "You go ahead, I've got a lesson in privacy to impart to a certain mischievous girl," Callisa who seemed to have heard Isola, began to wade deep into the waters as if trying to run away.

Shaking his head with an amused chuckle, Asher stood, glancing back at Isola with a knowing smirk, "She's at that age. Curiosity is only natural. But, handle it as you see fit," Asher knew mentally Callisa was as mature as a teenager, and it was common knowledge how curious teenagers can be.

Meanwhile, back at their designated spot, Ceti sat perched on her sunlounger, lips pursed tightly, arms folded across her chest in an unmistakable display of indignation.

As Asher's figure emerged, approaching their enclave, she couldn't help but toss a pointed, somewhat petulant question his way without even lifting her gaze to meet his.

"Your Highness, should I assume your lengthy disappearance was... enjoyable?" Ceti couldn't help but remember the subtle, muffled moans echoing in the distance not too long ago. It was as if they were trying to hide such lewd sounds but at the same time not.

If they were ashamed of doing it outside, why would they even do it in the first place? How baffling and improper! She knew something fishy was going to happen the moment he put up that barrier.

At Ceti's brazen inquiry, Merina could only offer a resigned smile, casting a subtle, cautionary glance toward her daughter.

Her eyes seemed to whisper a silent plea for discretion and tact. After all, she wouldn't want to risk offending him with her insinuations, however light-hearted they might be intended.

A subtle smile playing on his lips, Asher produced an ornate bottle containing a glowing, ethereal oil that seemed to pulsate with an inner light.

The sight of this otherworldly elixir caught Ceti and Merina off-guard, their eyes blinking in puzzlement as they regarded the mysterious concoction.

"Caught your attention?" Asher's voice broke through their reverie, his smile widening as he spoke, "This right here is a rare, sought-after treasure. Supposedly, it possesses the magical quality of enhancing the suppleness and allure of a woman's skin while inducing a sense of pure bliss. I thought, why not offer you both the indulgent experience of having it applied by none other than me?"

Merina's cheeks instantly flushed a delicate shade of rose, her eyes widening with surprise and a tinge of awkwardness. "Master, such a gesture is... unnecessary," she mumbled gently, her eyes flickering away, unable to meet his.

On the other hand, Ceti was taken aback, caught in the swirl of his unexpected offer, her heart pounding unsteadily in her chest, "Your Highness," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with unmistakable fluster, "W-We are indeed grateful for your generosity, but you need not trouble yourself. A few drops will suffice; we can manage the application on our own."

Asher's response was a playful shake of his head, his eyes twinkling with mirth, "How do you plan to reach your back? That's quite the expanse of skin to cover, and it would be a shame to miss any spot."

Ceti's face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, her eyes darting away as she hugged her knees closer to her chest, "Your generous offer is deeply appreciated, Your Highness, but I am afraid I have to decline," she muttered, almost under her breath.

Asher let out a soft sigh, a playful glint still dancing in his eyes, "What a pity. It seems your mother will have the exclusive privilege then," Turning towards Merina, he instructed gently, "Merina, why don't you lie on your stomach and relax?"

Ceti pressed her lips together, watching with a complex emotion flickering through her eyes as her mother complied without protest.

She understood, perhaps better than anyone, the desires and wishes hidden within her mother's heart.

If it was any other man, she definitely would have kicked up a fuss. But right now, she felt like her hands were tied.

With a resigned acceptance, she remained silent while feeling her mother's awkward gaze on her, which in turn was making her feel even more awkward.

Ceti watched as Asher sat beside her mother, who was lying on her stomach, her chin resting on her hands while parting her long black hair to the side.

Ceti winced as her mother's black bikini loosened at his touch, revealing a canvas of velvety, sun-kissed skin.

She never knew her mother had such a shapely back and wondered why her mother always felt self-conscious of her age despite having such great skin.

Her large breasts were squished against the squishy cushion, making her back breasts visible to him in a tempting way.

The oil, gleaming with a faint, iridescent glow, slipped from its container like liquid gold, cascading in rivulets between Asher's fingers before meeting Merina's red skin with a kiss as tender as morning dew.

The scent of the exotic concoction - a mix of rare blooms and enchanted herbs - enveloped them, weaving an invisible smell of allure and mystique through the balmy air.

Even Ceti couldn't help but feel momentarily mesmerized by the scent.

Asher's hands, imbued with the oil's magic and his inherent warmth, began to work their charm on the expanse of Merina's back, tracing the curvature of her spine with a touch as light and caressing as a lover's whisper.

"Mnnn~" Merina softly and unconsciously let a sound escape her lips, only to swallow them immediately since she felt it embarrassing, especially with her daughter sitting near her.

However, each stroke of his big, warm hands was deliberate, a poetic dance of push and pull, pressure and release, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through Merina's sinew and bone.

As he ventured lower, Asher attended to her loin with exquisite care, fingers dancing over the sensitive area with the precision of a maestro.

It was the area right in the middle of the bottom of her spine and highly sensitive in ways she didn't expect.

"Mhn~" Merina's breath hitched, her body responding with involuntary shivers and tremors, as each press and knead unfurled knots of tension she hadn't known existed.

A sigh, soft and melodious, escaped her lips, a silent tune of bliss and surrender playing in the recesses of her soul.

Her countenance mirrored the ecstasy coursing through her veins, features softening, eyes gleaming with a languorous glow despite her desperate attempts to retain her composure in front of her daughter.

But it felt so blissful and relaxing that she felt tempted to let herself free. To even get such treatment from her Master was an honor and a dream. As a maid, the last thing she would expect her Master to do was this. However, she was glad that he had changed for the better compared to the time he woke up first.

With every caress, with every tender application of pressure, he seemed to erase lines of worry and years of hardship, leaving in their wake a visage of tranquil satisfaction. It was as if his touch allowed her to feel his care, making her feel young and flutters in the stomach.

Ceti was sitting, hiding her face behind her legs, and felt like leaving, but at the same time, she didn't want to leave in case this pervert consort might want to engage in some indecent stuff with her mother in public. He dared to do it with Isola outside, so surely...

Even with the barrier, it still felt very embarrassing and improper.

However, seeing the blissful expression on her mother's face and the way he was massaging her skin, especially on her side breasts, made Ceti's heart race faster, wondering if it was really that good, and for a moment, she couldn't help but feel envious of her mother.

"Merina, why don't you lie on your back now?"

"Wait!" Ceti called out before she realized it, a part of her not wanting to have to watch her mother engage in anything lewd with him in the open like this while another part of her was burning with desire and curiosity.

Merina's eyes languidly opened upon suddenly getting broken away from the blissful sensation.

Asher raised a brow as Ceti took a deep breath and said with a deep shade of crimson on her cheeks, "I-I can give it a try..."