Page 25 of Her Demon Daddy
He chuckles as Drar'ran and Ar’geg enter the room. “They’re blind, remember?”
I sigh and close my eyes as I let the sheets drop. “I keep forgetting.”
I eat the breakfast he’s made for me while I watch his servants dress him. They place his large robes on him, then load him up with his chest and forearm armor.I guess it makes sense. Ithink as I bite into the dried meat.He’s the King. he could get attacked at any moment.I have a lightbulb go off over my head as a strange thought comes to me.However, I’ve never heard him talk about a threat to him on this planet.
I get up from bed and let his servants dress me. He looks at me with bedroom eyes before Drar'ran puts his hood over his head, and his face disappears from me once again. I’m still excited that throughout the day, I’ll know what he looks like beneath it now.
We leave his room, and he takes my hand. I feel so happy knowing he’s not afraid to keep me a secret anymore. I feel like he’s as proud of me as I am of him. We walk downstairs and through a hallway in the Eastern wing that I’ve never been down before. Weapons line the walls, and the white tile floors make our footsteps echo as he brings me to a tall red door.
“Ready?” he asks with a grin.
“Yes!”
He opens the door, and I see a library much larger than the one he normally takes me into. It has two levels, and there must be over 300 bookshelves holding various leather-bound tomes. I walk in with my mouth agape as I take in the beauty of it.
“Have you read all of these?” I ask in astonishment.
He chuckles. “Not all of them, but I’ve come pretty close.”
I run my fingers along the beautiful gold-lined spines and look at the various names of the books. Some are fictional, it seems, with titles like “The Demon And His Pastimes” and “A Meal For Fiends.” Others seem more historical, with names of various battles and warfare.
As I walk along an aisle in the back, I see one book that catches my interest. “Poems From Hell: An Anthology.” I open it and marvel at the old yellow pages as I flip through them carefully. The poetry uses old language and some words I’ve never heard of before to describe various species of demons. The author also speaks of various Kings and Queens of the land, making me wonder where he resided when he wrote it.
Before I can continue, Asmodeus approaches me and looks over my shoulder. I feel his warmth behind me and think I could melt into him like butter. He reaches along my arms to the sides of the book and closes it as he intertwines his fingers with mine. The fabric of his hood touches the side of my neck as I lean into him.
“Want to see something else?” he whispers as his lips touch my ear.
“Yes,” I reply as I reach around and press his lips against my neck.
He takes the book from me and places it back on the shelf before leading me out of the library. I’m so turned on I could jump him right now. The craving for him is so strong I can barely control it.
We continue walking down the Eastern wing until we reach an opening in the hallway that leads into a smaller room with various glass boxes lining the walls. I walk along them and peer inside curiously. They all seem to hold various artifacts, rocks, scrolls, and even what looks like a set of fossilized horns. I point at them and look at him.
“What are those?”
“Horns of a fallen demon, the first death from old age in the kingdom.”
A little unsettling but oddly sweet as well. I keep walking around the room in amazement. I didn’t think demons would put so much time and money into ancient collections like this. Before I arrived here, I thought they were evil creatures who only craved blood, violence, and manipulation, but Asmodeus continues to prove me wrong.
“You continue to surprise me, Asmodeus.”
“How’s that?”
“Having collections of artifacts and numerous ancient books, it’s something I wouldn’t have thought a demon would put much stock into.”
I look at him, and he shrugs. “Who doesn’t enjoy beautiful things?” I can feel his eyes on me from underneath his hood and blush as I turn back to the artifacts.
“Would you care to do some writing today?” he asks from the opening of the room.
I break my gaze from the artifacts and smile at him. “Yes, that would be amazing.”
“Come on,” he extends his hand, and I take it as he leads me back to his study.
We enter the room our relationship has grown in, and he closes the door behind him. I walk over to the shelf and grab my notebook and pen before sitting down in my usual chair. He takes his seat behind his desk and pulls out his book on demon courts.
I’m inspired by the poetry book I looked over in his library but can’t focus. All I keep thinking about was how he held onto me last night, gripping me like I would fly away if he let me go. I look at him from my notebook and catch his hood pointed toward me. I can tell he’s staring at me, and before I get a chance to ask what he’s looking at, he stands from his chair and walks over to me slowly.
I get up from my chair and go to place my notebook back on the shelf. I turn around, and he is right behind me, leaning on the bookshelf with both his hands over me.