On that night, Selene was ready. She may not be sure if the entity would even visit her again but it was better that she was cautious. Under her pillow was the knife Mrs. Latrice had left this morning. If that invisible man would come to her bed again, she was sure to slice its throat with it. She waited and waited, for three hours at least, until she was too drowsy to open her eyes and there, she drifted off to sleep.

When the clock strike two in the midnight, that's when the atmosphere of the room became heavier. There was a white mist that crept from the darkness of the walls towards the edge of her bed and she didn't even notice it.

Her bed cover moved a little as if it was being shoved out of her. A small part of her leg was exposed because of it.

Another forceful shove of the bed cover ensued and this time, it successfully fell right off the mattress. Surprisingly, Selene didn't so much as notice it. Her breathing was calm and it looked like she was in a really good dream.

The mattress dipped in her left side near her waist, then an opposite depression appeared in her right. From the looks of it, the invisible entity was straddling her.

Then the front ribbons in her new chemise untied itself, or so it would look like. The way it opened was in a seductive fashion; slow, yet very alluring. This time, Selene's eyelids flinched and the corner of her lips twitched.

Her lovely pink nipples were consequently —wonderfully— exposed and with that, Selene's eyes shot open when she felt once again the familiar SOFT, MOIST mouth covering one of her breasts in a greedy suckle. This is it! This is really it!!! Her heart pounded in panic.

"Huh! No... stop it!!!" she commanded immediately and that was on top of her lungs. She could feel a naked rigid abdomen against her palms, so she quickly pushed it away from her. She tried to sit up, but she was immediately pushed back into the mattress; her arms flinging to the sides. The fact that she couldn't see her attacker was already a clear disadvantage. She didn't know what he or it would do next to her.

She then felt a pressure on her jaw and because of this, she opened her mouth. Never had she realized that a man's mouth was already waiting for it.

She could feel a warm tongue torpedoing inside her immediately. Selene groaned, horrified with it. The tongue then slipped out of her mouth and then she could feel it trailing down her jawline to her tense neck.

Goodness! It made her stomach lurch with two known emotions; disgust and pleasure.

"Ahhh!" she cried.

Right now, she exactly knew what he or it wanted. It was her. What was different now was that she was not helpless anymore.

She pulled the knife out of the pillow and speedily rammed it in her front hoping that it would hit the entity. Whatever body part it would be, she didn't care. As long as it was hit with the knife, that was enough for her.

She then immediately felt the mattress lighter this time. The depression was no more and the weight above her body was lifted too.

"I said stop it!!!" she shouted loudly as she straightened herself to sit. Her free hand was clutching her chemise to cover her breasts, the other was trembling while holding the knife, pointing it in her front. Her face was flushed. Her eyes bore a deadly glare. "Whoever you are! Show yourself now!" she demanded.

There was a moment of silence and then a sonorous laughter reverberated around the room. It was a laughter of a man that sounded surprisingly human.

From the foot of her bed, Selene saw a visible white mist hovering midair. To her surprise then, two hands gradually appeared, and then a torso, and then the rest of the entity's body materialized.

Selene's eyes widened very much like a full moon.

"You are hilarious Selene. Isn't a mere knife a bit too absurd? Surely, you don't think that it can protect you?" the entity stated in a mocking way.

"Kha—Khail!!!" she exclaimed after attempting a respiratory pause. She could see her attacker now and it was nowhere near the face of a monstrous incubus that the books have portrayed. It was all this time the weird man under the maple tree, Khail! He was naked from the waist up, and he was wearing a black trouser. So she was right! There was something that wasn't human about him.

No. Rephrase that. He was truly not human at all!

"Oh, I love it." He smirked in a devilish way. "You remembered my name."

"Tsk. Of course I would!" she answered with gritted teeth. "Dammit, how?! How are you—"

"Care to guess human?" He abruptly interrupted her, knowing she would likely sooner or later ask that about him. Sheeeshh... Almost all of the human he had encountered in his mundane lifetime always have the same question.

"You're a...a demon?" Selene answered pointblank, but she wasn't surprised with it anymore.

"Bingo," Khail replied playfully. He strode across the room and went near the left side of the bed. Selene's hold of the knife didn't falter. She gripped it tightly as the sharp point followed where he was. At least holding this knife, she would look intimidating and dangerous. However, she was beginning to think that a mere knife was child's play for him. She knew this couldn't even scratch a demon.

"Demons don't exist!" Selene lied. She knew very well they were real, but shouting this kind of words to him might wound his pride a bit — something that she would feel pleased.

"Ouch!" Khail mocked again, touching his chest like a stupid heartbroken lad. "I believe that is just too much woman. However, unfortunately, your belief is wrong." He kneeled into the mattress and this spiked Selene's heartbeat. "Demons are real..." he added huskily and continued to join her in the bed, "...as real as the knife you are holding."

Selene pointed the knife into his heart — if ever a demon has one — and shouted vehemently, "Don't you dare come any closer!"

Her tears suddenly rolled out of her eyes.

"How could you...last night...I was helpless! You are the one who molested me! And you dare do it again now!" She huffed.

Khail wasn't affected with her crying. "Yes, I dare. You are just too sweet not to be tasted." His statement rang deep in the back of her mind. These are the words of an insensitive, cold-hearted demon. No more, no less. He was lusting on her — yes he was— and that was the rightful particular emotion of choice.

"I said don't come any closer!" she cried again when she noticed him inching more towards her. "I will stab you! I swear I will stab you demon or not!!!" She threatened, but it was only gibberish talk for Khail.

"Nonsense Selene. Stab me if you want." He urged and this surprised her greatly. He continued to close in on her and this time, Selene didn't hesitate plunging the knife into his chest.

Target hit.

"Oh God!" Her hands released the now-lodged blade in Khail's flesh. She covered her mouth and closed her eyes, finding it too horrific to watch. However, in her thoughts, she was already shouting a chant, 'serves him right.'

Blood oozed quickly on the chest wound, but Khail didn't appear to be affected with it at all.

Selene skidded away from the kneeling man, her body trembling with the sight of the blood trailing down into his torso. She was even more alarmed when Khail lifted his right hand and pulled the knife out of his chest easily and with a smug smile on his face.

A frightened gasp escaped from her mouth.

"I admire your courage human," Khail started after he licked the blade with his tongue, "for a woman like you to have such spirit, it makes me want to adore you right now."

The wound that Selene had inflicted disappeared in just seconds and this made her greatly worry for herself. If a knife didn't do anything at all, what was she to do then? There was no escaping her faith now and she knew that quite very well.

Khail crawled quickly to where she was and grabbed both of her arms to stop her from squirming.

"Stop! No! Please don't do this!" Selene pleaded when she was brought down in the mattress again. Her tears wetted the pillow subsequently.

Khail acted as if the tears were invisible.

"Yield to me Selene, and I will bring you the pleasures you have never experienced before," he said, hovering on top her in a position that was a preliminary for love making. His eyes burning with deep desire.

"You're a demon! How could I?!" she answered, her voice shaking. Her breasts were already exposed as he had her hands locked up in the headboard with his own.

He looked displeased with her answer. "Then...I will have to force myself on you again."

"No. No! Khail!!!"

His lips launched into her open mouth again, ravaging the soft cavern with his warm, slithering tongue. It was after a full minute when he withdrew and when he did, she screamed for help even if she knew there was no one that could actually hear her from this part of the house. She realized for the first time, why did she choose this odd room in the first place?!

"Cry. Scream for help. Shout aloud. I actually want to hear your frightened voice, but I want to hear your moans more." He stated languidly into her ear as he pressed his weight more on her. He then continued where he left off and sucked on her breasts like a hungry man.

"Ahhh!" she gasped, and yes, the emotion was once again disgust and pleasure combined.

With his powers, he numbed her arms into place and then guided his now free hands to where he could pleasure her more. In her womanhood.

He slid two of his fingers into her white lingerie and flicked and rubbed the lovely spot of her crevice.

"Whimper for me woman," Khail stated, his voice roped with dominion and tenderness as he dove deep into her mouth again.

"Hhhmm..."

And whimper she did, but mixed with broken sobs however.

~ S ~

"Selene, you look a bit tired. Have you been painting the whole night in your room?" Her mother, Duchess Chyntelle, asked with a straight face when she noticed her daughter spacing out again, and this was for the fifth time during their lunch. It was totally getting on her nerves.

Selene blinked thrice just so she could focus on her plate once again. Good thing that she was smart enough to lie to her mother quickly. "Yes, I ah...I am, Ma."

The duchess' newly-polished nails synchronized into a tapping motion in the dining table. "You seriously should stop that for a whole week, Selene. I have a visitor coming here for you. I don't want your eye puffiness ruining everything!"

The corner of Selene's mouth turned into disapproval. "Don't tell me it's another suitor Ma." She rolled her eyes and diverted her attention to her nearly untouched plate. She tightened her hold of the fork and knife and went to cut a piece of grilled meat.

Oh she would definitely love to drive the knife in her hand to that suitor her mother had prepared for her. If she wasn't able to wound Khail with it, maybe her suitor would show a favorable response.

"Yes, and I don't want to see you pout," her mother strictly stated. "You are already twenty-three! You need a man to take care of you now!" she exclaimed in an exaggerated way.

Selene brought the utensils down forcefully in an act of defiance. "Didn't I say I don't want to marry early!?"

"Your friends are already married when they were nineteen! With your age now, you are already considered an old maid!" Duchess Chyntelle retorted.

"Stop arguing you two! Can't a man have a peaceful lunch?" Selene's father interjected, much to her relief. However, she knew that her mother won't put the issue down. She was too determined of finding her a groom before her next birthday, which was actually just a month from now.

Never had the duchess realized that her daughter was already claimed by a man... or rather a demon. For two consecutive nights, Khail kept on visiting her, reminding her — in a rough manner — about the pleasures that a man and a woman can have, and doing the best of his ability to persuade her to yield herself freely to him. She was adamant on refusing him with these two nights of course, but on the fifth night, everything about his way of handling her changed. He was actually gentler, more tender with her this time. He was even more sensitive of her outbursts of cries and pleaded — yes — pleaded that she open up herself to him. He comforted her in a way that a lover would to his woman and he showered her with kisses in a way that was drowning yet invigorating.

"Yield yourself openly to me Selene. I don't want to see you cry anymore," Khail softly stated, his voice laced with passion. "Your suitors are nothing compared to me. I can give you anything you want."

Selene was in the middle of her heat under him. Her face was flushed. Her body's sensitivity heightened with his oh-so magical hands. For the past four days, there was a fact that she had finally conceded. She will never be able to escape from him anymore. If this demon was tempting her, then he was certainly doing it right, for her heart and mind was completely in a trance with him.

Yes. She could shamelessly admit now that she was attracted to him little by little.

"Then make me forget Khail. Make me forget my problems," she stated without even so much as a thought.

"Of course." Khail grinned and nibbled on the side of her jaw. "With pleasure."

He spread her legs so that he could slide his glorious shaft inside her. He was going to make her forget her problems just as promised and what better way for that to happen than to make her insane with his vigorous insertions.

They cried their ecstasy together and with this, Khail felt it timely to show her his true self. His demon form. Well... at least most of it without the ram-like horns in his head.

His hair color changed from brown with white highlights to a cool aquamarine. It also grew longer and silkier. His eyes turned to a glowing red and his pupils, felid.

Selene was in awe of his beauty. True. Her suitors were nothing compared to him. He was one fine specimen and even though he was a demon, he was still a virile man. She could never believe that she had just opened herself up to this divine creature.

The sixth night was the same, the seventh night too, until the eighth night, and little by little, her heart felt like it was going to burst. How could she not feel that when he didn't act like a demon anymore but a lover more to her! He had willingly showered her with pleasures she had never expected she would feel. There was no denying it that he really was able to evoke passion from her.

Their odd relationship was kept a secret of course, even her maid attendant didn't know about it. However, the old woman was beginning to notice something different about her Mistress. She was always tired during the day, and she knew fully well that it wasn't because of the painting project. She also drifts in and out of focus, and sometimes mumbles to herself a certain man's name, Khail — as what her hearing could piece up together.

Something was definitely happening to her Mistress and she had a lot of probable reasons why. One of those is a possible entanglement with a spirit... a demonic spirit to be exact. Being that she was a superstitious woman, she can easily believe it that way and she immediately felt it her responsibility to protect her Mistress from any supernatural harm.

Selene had always been wondering why his visits were always brief. In an attempt to lure him out into the light, she asked him the next night if he could visit her in the afternoon. Khail agreed to it without hesitation and promised that he will visit her as she wishes.

~ S ~

Amaranthx Mountain

Castle Khronus

"You are going back to the human realm again?" Khronus' right-hand demon, Asmodai, asked when the more ancient one happened to pass by him in a dark corridor. Asmodai's arms were crossed in his chest, his back leaning against one of the pillars of the corridor rather nonchalantly.

"Yes," was Khronus scant answer when he paused from walking.

"You have been very busy these days. I wonder why?" he remarked, his eyes closed but all of his other demonic senses were open.

"Hmmm... continue wondering Asmodai. You wouldn't know. You can mind your own business if you like." Khronus answered acidly.

They weren't a good pair actually and although Asmodai was his right-hand, as demons as they are, it was understandable that there was always a simmering tension between them.

"Another plaything I deduce," the prince of lust commented, opening his eyes showing off a bright glow of red.

"Nope... the word 'plaything' is an insult. More like... a lovely light in my mundane world."

"Hmmff!" Asmodai almost retched after hearing it. "So cheesy of you Khronus," he added but the ancient one only grinned in distaste.

"Go fuck yourself Asmodai." His own felid eyes glowed in bright red too. For a moment there, it looked like the two were about to strangle each other, but Khronus turned and left his right-hand alone with his insignificant musings.

"Tsk. Fucking demon..." Asmodai blurted out in a whisper. He stood erect and stared at the back of Khronus as if he was boring a hole through it. "You act so spoiled because you are lucky you have immunity to the divine electricity. Let's see then, just what is making you busy my Master." A grin in his lips appeared, thinking of a deadly scheme in the back of his mind.