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A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-FOUR
The chamber was cold. Of perhaps she was just nervous. She lost the ability to determine. The clothes that were brought in by Henrietta the other day were the usual thing: It left almost nothing for the imagination. There was no window in her chamber but the room's brightness changed according to the time of the day. She was still not very acquainted with the underworld but so far, she knew there was a certain place that looked peaceful. And then the rest of the underworld is the gloomy castle and the gloomy environment around it. What was she expecting? She swallowed hard as her hand found the thin fabric of her dress and straightened it. She lost count of how many times she had reprimanded herself for making that offer. It was stupid and reckless and dangerous. Making a deal with the god of the underworld is not something that's advisable. Her parents' deal with Hades was what literally got her into this situation. But what can she do? She was what they call the potential curse b
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-FIVE
Hades looked at her in wonder, as if he couldn't believe she said it. She couldn't believe it either. But then ever so slowly, his hand went to hold hers. He formed it in a way that would let her hold his girth. And when her palm touched his flesh, she let out a gasp at the same time he let out a soft moan. Hades moaned just with her touch. And it was what encouraged her to do more. To see more and to hear more of the evidence of his pleasure. Her hands have become brazen and she let herself feel more of him. He was hard. Rock hard. "That's it, Guinevere," Hades rasped, and all her logical inhibitions were out the window and what was left was her lust. Her desire. She's letting herself be devoured by it. Hades was looking at her hand around his length. With his hand still holding hers, he started moving it up and down. The feel of him was warm against her palms. She doesn't understand how she was feeling. She was scared, overwhelmed, excited--all of it comes down to her liking it
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-SIX
The next morning, she found herself back in her chamber. She doesn't remember how she ended up in her chamber but she remembers what happened before she became too exhausted to even walk. She did it. She finally did it. As much as she wanted to convince herself that she did it to find a way out, she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. She liked it very much. Did she finally give in to that desire just waiting to come out or called out? Before her thoughts could even progress to the details of what happened last night, she forced herself to get up. Her body felt light and she had the most wonderful sleep she's had since she came here. If it was magic that was keeping her nerves calm today, she should thank them later.The door burst open and Henrietta slid in, bringing another set of dresses. And just like she always do, her eyes scan the dresses to assess if they're wearable or not. Thankfully, the new batch that came was mostly quite decent. She was tempted to ask w
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-SEVEN
“I really don’t need this—““You haven’t seen everything, Guinevere,” he cut her off and she cleared her throat.“I don’t need to see everything. I plan on leaving…?” She glanced in his direction but he didn’t seem to be too interested in looking at her. It was weird considering that he had a different look on his face that night—She shook her head. She can’t possibly be thinking about what happened last night. Especially not now.“Just in case you change your mind and decide to stay,” he said and looked at her. “It’s important you know where the place for doom and the place for pleasure.”She cleared her throat again at the mention of pleasure and she heard Hades let out a small chuckle. “I meant art or gardening or reading—whatever you do for pleasure.”“I was thinking the exact same thing,” she said a bit defensively and gave him a look only to see him already looking at her with brows raised.“Of course,” he said and proceeded to walk. She followed him and they were out of the ca
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-EIGHT
A gasp escaped her mouth the moment she saw the black water. She doesn't know what it was and she certainly doesn't want to find out. Perhaps Hades sensed her fear and he walked beside her. Their close distance makes her stomach flutter. She looked at him and realized he was looking at the water running below. Voices—muffled and chaotic—rang in her ears and it took her a while to realize that they came from the river down below."What's...what's that?" she asked. Although she's got a feeling that she's not going to like whatever answer he has, she needs to know."The river of sorrows," he answered."Is that metaphorical or...?"Hades was silent for a moment and she could have sworn an emotion passed his face but before she could discern what it was, it was already gone."It consists of dead dreams, failures, disappointments, regret, and sorrow. When people die, they bring those with them. And it flows right here, somewhat sustaining this place. They're the ones making this river its c
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-NINE
When he said he wanted to go sightseeing, she knew it was not going to be an ordinary one. Right before she could ask where they were off to next, Hades flicked his finger again and the next thing she realized, they were not in the midlands anymore.The air felt different. There was not a gloomy hint on it like she felt in the underworld. The sun was scorching and most importantly, she could see people. People she didn’t even see in the underworld.“Where are we?” she asked, although she already had an inkling of where they might be. She’s just too scared to acknowledge it. The familiarity of a not-so-busy street was what gave it away. She’s not in the underworld anymore.“Welcome back to the mortal world, Guinevere,” Hades said beside her and she looked at him with wide eyes.“Why? Why are we here? This isn’t the underworld.”“I know this isn’t the underworld and as for your other question, I brought you here for some sightseeing. Haven’t I told you?”“What does this have to do with
A Slave For The Devil THIRTY
The dinner was surprisingly calm for her. Cerberus' absence would explain a lot and she didn't really want him there to destroy the moment. She looked at Hades about at least a meter away from her and she saw him silently eating a piece of meat. When he looked up to look at her, she immediately averted her gaze and focused on her food instead."Is there something you want to say?" he asked and she almost bit her tongue because of surprise. She swallowed her food before she looked at him."N-Nothing," she answered and Hades raised a brow as he was looking at her. It was obvious he didn't believe what she said so she went on, "It's just that...it feels easier now."He didn't say anything and she knew he knows what she was talking about. Then he poured wine on his chalice. He then snapped his finger and her chalice was filled too.She swallowed hard at the sight of the alcohol. "I don't think—""You have nothing to worry about. That's just grape juice.""Where did you get grapes?"Hades
A Slave For The Devil THIRTY-ONE
His touch was intoxicating and she felt like she was about to burst. She squirmed underneath him as his fingers traced her skin—from her lips to her bare shoulder to the valley of her breasts."In what universe do you think that your plan is going to work?" he asked, his voice low. It was more like a seduction than an interrogation and she couldn't think straight. Anyone who's in her shoes won't be able to think straight, either."I...I just think it would be the only way—"Her words were cut off by her moans when his lips replaced his fingers. They had gone beyond touching each other and she wanted that to happen badly now. It may sound crazy but she has embraced it all now. In the underworld, nobody can tell her it was wrong to be lusting over the devil himself.His lips were light as a feather as they traced from just under her breast and then downward. Pleasure built up inside her because of anticipation."You think you can do that with Zeus?" he asked while he continued to trail
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A Slave For The Devil THIRTY-FIVE
She couldn’t speak. Her eyes wandered quickly, making sure that she wasn’t in the underworld anymore.When she realized that she was nowhere in the underworld, she gasped and looked at Zeus. Still not believing that Zeus actually took the bait and took her to the heavens just like she planned, she did not move. She remained standing where she was and looked at Zeus suspiciously. Although she was feeling more fear than suspicion.Zeus looked at her. There was a knowing look on his face that makes her think that this might be a trap. But then Cerberus had helped her. If this was a trap, certainly Cerberus knows about it.“Why?” she asked Zeus before she could even stop herself. The man tilted his head to the side and grinned.“Don’t you want to come here?”Her heart thundered inside her chest. How did he know? Did Cerberus somehow tell him? But why would Cerberus do that? The last time she checked, Cerberus loathed Zeus. However, as she thinks more about it, she realized that maybe Zeus
A Slave For The Devil THIRTY-FOUR
“What are we doing here? Aren’t we supposed to be in the midlands?” she asked when she realized that Cerberus had bought her to the dining. “This is not the midlands.”“I know the underworld’s geography better than you and I know this isn’t the midlands but you don’t need to go there.”She gave Cerberus a confusing look. “How am I supposed to get Zeus’ attention here? Are you even helping me?”“You don’t need to get his attention, Guinevere,” he said as he was pouring himself some wine on a chalice. She didn’t even notice when he got the wine but since she learned about magic, she stopped asking questions about it.“What do you mean I don’t need to get his attention? That is the whole point of this! I need to get his attention so I could talk to him.”“You don’t need to try getting his attention because you already got it.”Now, she’s even more confused. Reading the expression on her face, Cerberus took a sip of his wine and faced her fully.“Zeus knows who you are. He came all the wa
A Slave For The Devil THIRTY-THREE
She was sweating when she woke up. The bed was damp and her nightgown had clung to her sticky body. Her breathing was labored as if she had just come back from a marathon. She didn't know how long was she sleeping and how long she stayed in the dream but Lizbeth had taken her time telling her everything she needed to know. They weren't doing anything but sit and talk but she felt like she was running for miles.However, it was worth it. Lizbeth had told her many things she needed to know. Like how to call Zeus' attention.She got up from the bed and started to do what she had to do. Whatever time it was, she just hopes that Hades or Cerberus are not yet around. Or maybe it's better if they were around because what she's about to do is dangerous. Another thing is that, should she be trusting Lizbeth? The woman seemed irked at her that she was screwing around with Hades. But during the duration of their conversation, she could tell that Lizbeth feels bad for putting Hades in this situat
A Slave For The Devil THIRTY-TWO
There was already food in her chamber and the bath had been prepared. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a good long minute. What happened last night was the first time they ever did it. Before, it was just teasings and pleasuring themselves but last night...they finally did it. She finally submitted to him in this service thing that's going on.She could stop it. In fact, there is no need for her to continue this but then she wanted it again. She wanted the pleasure that Hades could give and she realized that she had been the one with the darkest desires. Lusting over the god of the underworld is a whole different kind of thing. Even now as she was laying in bed, she couldn't stop thinking about him--about the feeling of his hardness against her softness. She couldn't stop thinking about how his lips touched her skin and how his mouth sucked her nipples. Her hands started traveling from her lips to her neck and to her breast when she felt her nipples erect.Her other hand
A Slave For The Devil THIRTY-ONE
His touch was intoxicating and she felt like she was about to burst. She squirmed underneath him as his fingers traced her skin—from her lips to her bare shoulder to the valley of her breasts."In what universe do you think that your plan is going to work?" he asked, his voice low. It was more like a seduction than an interrogation and she couldn't think straight. Anyone who's in her shoes won't be able to think straight, either."I...I just think it would be the only way—"Her words were cut off by her moans when his lips replaced his fingers. They had gone beyond touching each other and she wanted that to happen badly now. It may sound crazy but she has embraced it all now. In the underworld, nobody can tell her it was wrong to be lusting over the devil himself.His lips were light as a feather as they traced from just under her breast and then downward. Pleasure built up inside her because of anticipation."You think you can do that with Zeus?" he asked while he continued to trail
A Slave For The Devil THIRTY
The dinner was surprisingly calm for her. Cerberus' absence would explain a lot and she didn't really want him there to destroy the moment. She looked at Hades about at least a meter away from her and she saw him silently eating a piece of meat. When he looked up to look at her, she immediately averted her gaze and focused on her food instead."Is there something you want to say?" he asked and she almost bit her tongue because of surprise. She swallowed her food before she looked at him."N-Nothing," she answered and Hades raised a brow as he was looking at her. It was obvious he didn't believe what she said so she went on, "It's just that...it feels easier now."He didn't say anything and she knew he knows what she was talking about. Then he poured wine on his chalice. He then snapped his finger and her chalice was filled too.She swallowed hard at the sight of the alcohol. "I don't think—""You have nothing to worry about. That's just grape juice.""Where did you get grapes?"Hades
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-NINE
When he said he wanted to go sightseeing, she knew it was not going to be an ordinary one. Right before she could ask where they were off to next, Hades flicked his finger again and the next thing she realized, they were not in the midlands anymore.The air felt different. There was not a gloomy hint on it like she felt in the underworld. The sun was scorching and most importantly, she could see people. People she didn’t even see in the underworld.“Where are we?” she asked, although she already had an inkling of where they might be. She’s just too scared to acknowledge it. The familiarity of a not-so-busy street was what gave it away. She’s not in the underworld anymore.“Welcome back to the mortal world, Guinevere,” Hades said beside her and she looked at him with wide eyes.“Why? Why are we here? This isn’t the underworld.”“I know this isn’t the underworld and as for your other question, I brought you here for some sightseeing. Haven’t I told you?”“What does this have to do with
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-EIGHT
A gasp escaped her mouth the moment she saw the black water. She doesn't know what it was and she certainly doesn't want to find out. Perhaps Hades sensed her fear and he walked beside her. Their close distance makes her stomach flutter. She looked at him and realized he was looking at the water running below. Voices—muffled and chaotic—rang in her ears and it took her a while to realize that they came from the river down below."What's...what's that?" she asked. Although she's got a feeling that she's not going to like whatever answer he has, she needs to know."The river of sorrows," he answered."Is that metaphorical or...?"Hades was silent for a moment and she could have sworn an emotion passed his face but before she could discern what it was, it was already gone."It consists of dead dreams, failures, disappointments, regret, and sorrow. When people die, they bring those with them. And it flows right here, somewhat sustaining this place. They're the ones making this river its c
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-SEVEN
“I really don’t need this—““You haven’t seen everything, Guinevere,” he cut her off and she cleared her throat.“I don’t need to see everything. I plan on leaving…?” She glanced in his direction but he didn’t seem to be too interested in looking at her. It was weird considering that he had a different look on his face that night—She shook her head. She can’t possibly be thinking about what happened last night. Especially not now.“Just in case you change your mind and decide to stay,” he said and looked at her. “It’s important you know where the place for doom and the place for pleasure.”She cleared her throat again at the mention of pleasure and she heard Hades let out a small chuckle. “I meant art or gardening or reading—whatever you do for pleasure.”“I was thinking the exact same thing,” she said a bit defensively and gave him a look only to see him already looking at her with brows raised.“Of course,” he said and proceeded to walk. She followed him and they were out of the ca
