Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 391 – Warm whispers- Part 2
After she was done taking a warm shower, she stepped out of the tub. Taking the towel and wiping herself off
with it. Picking every drop of water she could from her skin, she walked towards the sink where the oval mirror
was placed. Staring at her reflection, her cheeks already having the color in them as her green eyes stared back at
her. Little hair of hers near the sides of her temple came out loose than the rest of the hair which she had tied up to avoid them getting wet earlier.
Penny’s eyes moved to the right side of the counter where she had placed the pale pink colored nightgown. Her
mind was already feeling dizzy but at the same time, there was the excitement that she didn’t bring forth on her
face as it only looked anxious thinking what was going to happen once she would step out. Taking the dress in
her hand, she let the towel drop and she wore the dress which she had brought in here.
She finally stepped out of the bathroom, wondering if an hour had passed since she had stepped in to take a
bath. Her eyebrows furrowed when she noticed his absence in the room. Looking around she caught sight of him
standing outside on the patio. The white curtains flew due to the cold wind.
He turned to look to his side but not completely turning to look at her. The floor felt cold as she padded towards
him. The wind made the nightgown that she wore fly back, sticking to her legs as she made the way through the
curtains and to him to see him finally turn to see her, his expression unchanged. He raised his hand when she
stepped closer, her heart thudding in her c.h.e.s.t where he only tucked the piece of hair which came to hinder her eyes.
“I thought you wouldn’t be wearing it,” said Damien as his fingers trailed from the back of her ear to the side of
her neck before settling it there.
How could she not when she remembered the last time they had spent time together in the tub. He had ignited
something deep within her, a fire that had been sparked which was only waiting to set her skin to the very bones aflame.
“It’s a pretty nightgown,” Penny responded back to ease her nerve-wracking nerves that had started to spiral out by looking at him right now.
“Indeed it is. It looks even more beautiful when you wear it,” he complimented her, his hands falling on her
shoulder which trailed down to the tips of her fingers. He linked his fingers with hers, holding them in his.
Not sure how to take the simple compliment at a time like this where she felt starstruck by looking at him, she
turned to look at the night scenery, to say, “It hasn’t snowed here since we came,” internally she wondered if it
was the effect of the night outside or if Damien was really this handsome as he looked right now.
His midnight hair moved with the wind, pushing his hair behind he caught sight of her errant nerves, running his
thumb on the tips of her fingers when he released her hand. Penelope was beautiful, the woman who could
match his thoughts and the way he lived. Right now she looked evidently anxious, not able to keep up with his smouldering eyes.
The more he stared at her, the more embarrassed she turned out to be. He took his time to appreciate what she
wore, his eyes raked her. Looking at how her neck was b.a.r.e with no hindrance, her pale skin continuing to show
until deep to her neckline which showed the swell of her b.r.e.a.s.ts and the curve where it covered the rest of it.
Her waist was neither too small but it was enough to define her h.i.p.s which he noticed because of the wind that
stuck to her clothes, showing her the outline of her body on one side.
“What’s gotten you shy?” he asked her, “What happened to my feisty mouse?” he chuckled when she gave him
an awkward smile, “Don’t be nervous. I won’t do anything you don’t like and only things that you will like and want which both of us can enjoy,” came his direct words.
Penny turned to look away from the scenery, facing Damien as she turned and looked straight at him, his deep
red eyes staring back at her. She surprised him when she took one step closer, raising herself by slowly standing
on her toes, leaning closer she kissed his lips. Pressing her cold lips on his cold lips.
“I know,” he noticed the trust she held in those. Gone were the days where she was wary of his every move and
word. He could see how she had accepted him, slowly and surely her heart was now given to him which he could hold and protect.
When her eyes lowered down, her gaze fell on his c.h.e.s.t with the shirt of his buttons open that he hadn’t
bothered to button. Not caring about the cold weather, “I haven’t done anything like this before,” she said.
Damien didn’t respond to her words, instead, he only squeezed her fingers in his hand, pulling her back inside
the room. Closing the doors of the patio to prevent the cold air from coming in, he tugged her close to the bed, making her sit on the bed and he sat next to her.
“Tell me, Penny. What did you think when I said I was going to hand down your punishment tonight?” asked Damien, letting her hand go and watch her eyes widen when he said it, “Tell me,” he repeated the words.
“I did not think anything,” she turned red over his words.
“Now now, Penny. Your punishment isn’t hard,” he said, his words sweet like honey. Her punishment was to tell
him the dirty thoughts that had conjured up in her mind, that hadn’t happened in reality? “I am sure it must have
sparked some curiosity because you and I both know that you weren’t thinking about me asking you to pull out
weeds. What crossed your mind? I want to hear it in detail.”
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Her throat suddenly went dry and she gulped, unable to look away from him as he held her like a prisoner with
his gaze, he brought his hand forward again, holding the bottom of her face in a gentle grip so that she wouldn’t
look away. He leaned forward, drawing her closer not satisfied with the kiss they had shared outside on the patio.
Pulling away without giving her too much, he said,
“Tell me and I shall see if we can make it come true,” he could feel her heart thump, flipping in its own rhythm.
What she thought about his punishment? If he knew she didn’t know what to do but dig a hole over her wild thoughts.
“We can try other methods if you continue to be disobedient with the simple punishment,” there was an evil glint
like he was waiting for her to disobey him so that he could test. What happened to making her happy and
comfortable? If it weren’t for the cold weather, Penny would have been sweating bullets.
The things in her mind were something she didn’t want him to know but he was eager to unfold what was in
there. There had been plenty of times when her mind had gone astray when it came to him and truthfully it
wasn’t her fault. The man kept walking in and out shirtless, making it look like a piece of meat that was being
dangled in front of her. She was a healthy woman and she had fantasized about him after their bath together.
“I told you, I didn’t think an-” Damien placed his finger on her lips.
“Last chance, mouse. I am being benevolent with you,” she gulped the words that were going to pass through
her lips. She knew all she had to say were few words to get out of the said punishment but it was harder than
what it looked. If she lied, he would catch it in an instant but even if she lied with the subtle details, who spoke
about such things out loud?! This shameless vampire had thrown shame far across the sea in a locked trunk that
had sunk deep down in the bed of the sea.
“I-uh,” Penny started before clearing her throat, “I thought about the bathtub.”
“Mhmm,” he urged her to continue.
“What we did last time…” she trailed for him to stare at her before he said,
“I doubt you considered it to be a punishment,” Damien’s eyes sparkled, knowing well there was more to the
surface of what his mouse than she said right now, “What else? There must be something,” seeing her not reply,
he pulled her close and kissed her lips.
His lips moved against her fervently, the temperature that was cold had slowly started to warm. He bit into her
lips to hear her gasp and s.u.c.k.e.d on her lips. Gnawing and pulling it as his tongue ran across the seam of her
lips and she opened her lips for him to take and conquer what was rightfully his.
As his lips kept her busy, he moved his hands from the sides of her face down to her neck to feel the leanness of
it. Moving it further on her shoulders, he massaged them before moving one of his hands to the side of her
b.r.e.a.s.t before holding it from underneath it, making her gasp into the kiss. She went to pull away to only be pulled back into the kiss.
His wet, coarse tongue rubbed on hers. Coaxing and teasing it, turning her breathless with the kiss. Damien’s
hand which was on her right b.r.e.a.s.t, he used his thumb to feel the swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t. Feeling the softness
underneath his touch and he squeezed it not too rough but neither gently, enough to make her gasp. Her
b.r.e.a.s.ts were of perfect size that fit in the palm of his hand without spilling too much. He continued to palm
her, letting her ease in the sensation but not too much. Penelope had failed to speak out the fantasies that had
run in her mind. Cajoling her had not worked but what better than a good punishment where she and he could both find the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.
Pulling away from the kiss, Penny looked utterly flushed and her face felt warm. She saw Damien look at her
heatedly as he pulled his shirt off his body which came off in one quick motion as the buttons to the shirt had
already been open.
Bringing her closer again, he continued to kiss her like a wolf that was on the prowl and had found its prey to
feast on. Every kiss left her wanting more from him, some were gentle while most were rough. Damien was
merciless when it came to nipping her skin that had her skin turning red but not enough to draw blood out of it.
Taking her hand, he placed it on his c.h.e.s.t where she could feel his heart beating loud like hers, “It is not just
you but also me,” he said looking into her eyes. Was he nervous like her too? But Damien didn’t look like that, his
gaze had turned dark, his breath breathless like hers, “I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you, Penny,” hearing
this, her heart felt full and she blinked back the tears that had tried to surface, “Does it scare you?” he asked her.
He was asking about him loving her and she loving him back, something she hadn’t told him until now. She knew he already sensed it but she had yet to utter those words to him.
Penny nodded her head, “A little.”
“It is a first for both of us,” her eyes looked a little confused at him and he said, “I have touched women but not
until the very end,” he picked her other hand and kissed her on her wrist.
Her heart shuddered in her c.h.e.s.t when he dropped one of her hands which he had kissed, letting it fall back
down and moving his hand on top of hers to let her feel his beating heart.
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It wasn’t just his heartbeat that she felt but also the unblemished skin on Damien, his hard muscles which felt
warm on her hand. Pureblooded vampires were told to have the same body temperature as humans. He felt
warm yet dangerous with the way he looked at her. She placed the other hand on his c.h.e.s.t. Running her hand
over the expanse of his smooth c.h.e.s.t, feeling the ridges as if he were a sculpted statue of the devil.
Along with her hands, her eyes trailed. Trying to memorize how he felt with her own time as if time was endless.
When she lifted her eyes to look up at him. He leaned back closer bringing her to the center of the bed and kissing her again.
His hand slid through the nightgown that had raised itself, pushing it up further and further up, “Let’s take this
thing off you,” his words came out smoothly, helping her stand on her knees on the bed, he held the seam at the
bottom of the dress, “Lift your hands,” he took it off leaving her n.a.k.e.d to his delightful eyes.
Penny tried to scoot away, bringing her hands up to cover her front but Damien caught both her hands in his
effortlessly, “You are beautiful. Don’t hide,” he said, taking her hands to drop it down to her sides to admire her,
“I have seen you n.a.k.e.d before and you have too. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” it was true, but
last time she had her back facing him not standing like this with her front facing him.
“I am not used to it,” Penny said to get a quick retort from her as he pulled her n.a.k.e.d body flat against him.
“Get used to it,” he said. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts pressed against his c.h.e.s.t and she could only feel the heat rising in her body.
He smashed his lips on hers, probing and playing with her, his hands moving down to feel the curves of her body
that moved from her where she pulled back with her eyes closed. Feeling him trail his fingers down from there to
her waist and reaching to settle it on her bottom.
When Damien’s lips touched her neck, a sigh escaped her lips where she came to hear him say, “My, we forgot
we have a punishment to be handed down. Last chances, darling,” she flinched when he bit her ear, “Lay down on
the bed for me,” he said, his hands gently pushing her shoulder for her to move back. Though his hand was
gentle with her, there was something that lurked behind his eyes, something that excited her while also turning
her anxious on what he had planned for her punishment.
While Damien reached for the drawer next to the bed, Penny went to lay down flat on the bed, before pulling the
pin away from her head and letting her hair cascaded down on her shoulder. When he returned, she caught sight
of him with a black cloth that looked like a scarf.
Penny didn’t have to imagine what Damien had planned, the anticipation that had built now twirled like a storm
which was going to wreck her body to dust. During the past, she had been to one of the theaters at night.
Being part of the theater herself, she had been curious once to go check the theater backstage and that day had
felt like she had sinned but it wasn’t because of what she saw it was because of what she felt.
“It appears that you know what I am going to do. Your hands,” he said coming back to her. She raised her hands
up, feeling the black silky smooth scarf being tied around both her hands together, “Is it too tight?” he asked
when he was done tying her hand securely not wanting to cause any marks on her skin.
“No,” she whispered to see him smile.
He pushed her hands to place it at the back of her head. Picking up pillows he placed it behind her head. Giving
her another kiss, he kissed her neck, “Don’t move,” he ordered her, gripping on her hand when she brought it
front, “Didn’t you say something about kissing a witch hunter,” he asked, biting into her neck and she hissed. He
licked the skin with his tongue.
“I was joking,” she said to feel him bite onto her skin, sighs, and gasps escaping through her lips when he went
further down from her neck to the two swells of her c.h.e.s.t.
Her eyes were closed as he let his hands and mouth roam around her body freely. The areole had turned dark
and her n.i.p.p.l.es taunting as they stood up for his attention. Watching her writhe under him, he flicked one of
her n.i.p.p.l.es to hear a soft cry escape from her lips. Catching both of her b.r.e.a.s.ts in his hands, he leaned
down to take hold of one of them as he captured them with his mouth.
“Ahh..!” another sigh escaped Penny’s lips and she tried to move but with her hands bound it only moved
forward for Damien to push it back. He looked at her fiercely. The heated gaze he gave her only made her toes
curl further and increase the pool of heat that had come to settle down between her legs.
Damien s.u.c.k.e.d on her b.r.e.a.s.ts, his mouth rough and relentless on her soft mounds, taking everything she
could offer, and she gave him everything. Her back arched every time his teeth grazed over her skin, her back
lifting for him to only run his hands behind her back. Giving the same attention to her other b.r.e.a.s.t, he
peppered kisses down her stomach.
Every kiss he placed, her stomach dipped down, her lungs trying to catch the breath that was escaping with every
touch of his.
His hand ran down from the curve of her stomach to her h.i.p.s, feeling the smooth and plump flesh, he squeezed
it to hear the hitch in her breath.
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Damien’s hand continued to prowl over her body, letting it move freely bringing out sighs and m.o.a.ns from her
lips. He touched the length of her legs. Running his hand from the side of her, down lower before moving his
hand back up. Her legs were crossed, hiding what was between her milky legs.
He looked at her, her head turned to the side and blush covering her cheeks which ran down to her neck,
“Penny,” he called her and her eyes carefully moved to look at him. Some part of the shame and embarrassment
still there which had yet to evaporate from his touch.
His hand traveled down to her ankle, holding it before he pulled it up in the air, startling her and her body moved
like a fish. Her hands tied, she tried to move away, wanting to hide but Damien’s grip on her ankle was firm and
“Stop moving, mouse. What did I say about pleasuring you? I hold your best interest when it comes to you,” and
she stopped moving. One leg up in the air where Damien held it and the other that was resting flat on the
surface of the bed, she felt him kiss her ankle now.
Her heart slipping out of her c.h.e.s.t as he left kisses like a trail from her ankle to her calf muscles. His lips moved
with ease on her skin, gliding from one part to the other, letting her calm down. As he inched closer and closer,
he dropped her leg, parting her legs feeling the resistance that was there earlier had slowly started to dissipate.
With his eyes still on hers which kept her in a place like a prisoner, he bent down to kiss her stomach again,
feeling it dip down as he moved further and further down and Penny cried out in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e when his lips
touched the core of her body which was in between her legs.
“So wet,” Damien breathed the words on top of it, his warm breath only making her hot and wet by his words,
“Let me see if we can make you wetter and hotter until you have no voice left tonight,” his dirty words
embarrassed and only riled the blood flowing in her veins.
Penny’s eyes turned wide in anticipation of what Damien was going to do. Her hands were bound tight enough
so that it would not come off, “Damien…” she whispered his name in the warm light of the fireplace that was
“Sshh,” he shushed her listening to her beating heart. He could hear the way it hitched in her little c.h.e.s.t, “Relax,
mouse,” she took a sharp breath when his finger touched the wet part of her. Running it from up to down and
gliding it back to the top.
Damien had not done anything more than tease her but feeling her warmth on his finger which was wet, he could
tell she was finally there where he was. The last time they had done nothing and he had only teased her a little.
Enough to have her curiosity pique up and entice her so that she would follow him. It seemed like it had worked
just like he thought.
The binds held fast her hands, not allowing her hands to freely grip on the bed, the hands that she had brought
front now went back. Grasping on the pillow that was behind her.
Every time his finger teased the wet lips between her legs, Penny’s body arched back. Raising herself, her toes
pushing against the bed and her eyes closed. The more he ran his finger the wetter she turned. When he pushed
his finger in, her eyes snapped open,
“Ahh!” she cried, gasping for air every time it went in and out. She looked utterly delightful and ready to be eaten
in Damien’s eyes. Going to her, he kissed her lips while not stopping his hand and continuing to build the heat he
had ignited. Fanning it over and over again.
As Damien leaned forward, he could see the need and l.u.s.t in Penelope’s eyes. She reached for him, her lips
parting and he gave her everything she wanted for affirmation that he was right here. There was a sliver of fear of
how she was feeling right now as she was new to it,
“Cry out more for me,” he said over her lips, pushing his finger further in and she cried this time. Her eyes
shutting while the air hitches in her throat. As she heaved for air, her c.h.e.s.t moved up and down. Going back
down, he continued to push his finger in and out, feeling his digit slip into her core and then slid out.
He gave her a few seconds to come down from her high, not letting her climax but bring her to edge to not let
her fall to the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e completely. She opened her dilated eyes to gaze up at him, her hands coming back,
“Please untie it,” she pleaded, her eyes looking at him with a glassy look that made him want to plunge into her
right away but he wasn’t done teasing her. Or torturing her under him, he wanted to hear her cry more until her
voice turned hoarse from screaming.
Damien looked down at her, “Not so soon. I am not done with your punishment,” he brought his hand up,
putting his finger in his mouth and tasting her. His eyes darkened at the taste of her. Placing his hands on both
her legs, Damien pushed her legs so that he could have better access and look at the wetness he had caused.
When he brought himself in front of him, he ran his coarse tongue, lapping the wetness.
When he placed his mouth there, Penny felt her soul had left her body, his mouth s.u.c.k.i.n.g and l.i.c.k.i.n.g her
which turned her on and she cried every time he brought her to the peak to only let go.
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He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to punish her. Damien gave her everything, bringing her to the
highest peak before letting her fall back, denying her the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e which he had shown her.
“Stop torturing me,” she whispered looking at him, their eyes meeting and he could see how she was struggling to keep herself from falling apart but that wasn’t what Damien was looking forward to.
“But I love torturing you,” Damien said, grinning back at her where she looked frustrated and tired.
“I am not going to run away,” she pleaded, looking at him with a sweet l.u.s.tful look and he pushed his finger
back into her core, “Punishment doesn’t end until you tell me what you had in your mind. Come on Penny, I know
you want to tell it to me. Don’t you want your d.e.s.i.r.es to be fulfilled?” he asked her. Swirling his hand to press it
to her core. Bending down, he bit on the skin where she could see the outline of her hip bones.
S.u.c.k.i.n.g and biting into her skin to hear her hiss in pain before he ran his tongue to soothe it.
“I am waiting,” he said, his eyes meeting hers as he ran his tongue up her body.
Penny thought this was the punishment but she should have known better. He would make her speak out her
mind and only then rest the case. His hand reached for one of her b.r.e.a.s.ts and he palmed it before squeezed it,
his hands turning rough and she took a sharp breath that came out in gasps with hands ministrations.
She closed her eyes, speaking through her already parted lips, “I…” gulped down the nervousness that had risen
again. Damien’s eyes sparkled hearing her ready to let him know about what she wanted him to do. It was
important for him to know every inch and part of her. Be it body or mind. She found it hard to concentrate with
his thumb that rubbed against her n.i.p.p.l.e.
Her head and her thoughts were muddled up. Damien had made an artwork on her where she could no more
think straight. Even without his hands and mouth not on her body she could still feel her skin vibrate just by the
memory of it. But right now with his hand playing with her, running circles around her a.r.e.o.l.a before running
between the valley of her lips, she stuttered,
“I thought of you kissing me…” she started, his lips twisted hearing this.
“That’s the beginning. What else?”
She tried pleading him with her eyes but the man didn’t budge, “It’s embarrassing,” and just thinking about it
made her feel heady.
“I would still like to hear it. No matter how embarrassing or dirty it is,” this shameless vampire, she closed her
eyes and then blurted out what was on in her mind. Words spilling out of her mind through her delicate lips,
“I imagined you taking me in your arms. Torturing me more…” she whispered with her eyes still shut that brought a grin on his devil-like lips.
Damien licked his lips, “What else?” he coaxed. He stepped out of the bed, discarding the trouser and getting
back to bed. She felt her heart pound in her c.h.e.s.t.
Right now, Damien was as n.a.k.e.d as her when he returned back to her on the bed. Penny didn’t dare to let her
eyes wander but there was that curiosity. The young curiosity of her mind got her eyes trailing down from his
taut body to look at his manhood and she involuntarily s.u.c.k.e.d in air through her lips. The man was well
endowed between his legs.
“What else, mouse?” she heard him ask and she shifted her eyes, trying not to be embarrassed by their complete
n.a.k.e.dness. Her hands softly shivering out of nervousness.
“Y-you m.a.k.i.n.g. .l.o.v.e to me,” she blurted further before her face turned red and she then said, “I told you
what you wanted to hear, untie this,” she said, her brows furrowed and her face holding anxiousness that he was
only going to tease her.
“Didn’t you say you wanted me to torture you? Shall we test it out now? I didn’t torture you to my own heart’s
content,” he said, reaching for her hand but instead of loosening it, he leaned to her lips.
Just when his lips could descend and reach her own lips, Penny moved closer to only see him pull away. His
expression hauntingly dark and serious playing with her like prey being caught and poking fun at it.
This happened two more times before Damien finally gave her the kiss. She opened up to him like a flower,
blooming in his arms as he kissed her passionately. Pecking one more time, he said,
“Relax your body,” Damien whispered into her ears before pulling away from her.
Finally pulling the scarf off her hands, Penny could finally move her hands. Damien went back to settle himself
between her legs, pulling her closer by her waist. Taking his manhood, he rubbed it against her entrance and she
couldn’t help the m.o.a.n that passed through her lips. The sensation was different than what she felt when he
had used his mouth and finger a few moments ago.
One of her hands came to place on her mouth, but the back of her hand covering her mouth but not well enough
when he rubbed it languidly, her wetness pooling down in between her legs which made it easier for his length
to move. With both their eyes strained and gazing at each other, she tensed when he stopped but Damien this
time didn’t give her much time as he pushed himself into her, her cry falling on the walls with the pain she felt for a moment.
Damien pushed into her further, feeling her body tense and letting it relax before he started to push his h.i.p.s
back and forth, bringing Penny’s every d.e.s.i.r.e out. The fantasy was a secret part of her mind turning alive and
her eyes starting to turn foggy.
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With every thrust of his came a cry in return which was sweeter than anything he had ever heard before, “Wrap
your legs around my waist,” he said, helping her bring closer to him and she shyly locked her legs around his waist.
One hand gripped on her t.h.i.g.h and the other one held her waist in place, feeling her tightness around her.
Every time Damien pushed himself it only left Penny breathless. He could feel how warm she was, pulling and
pushing into her, he brought her to the edge, tipping her off continuously to see her open her beautiful eyes to
look at him with her lips parted.
He pushed further to hear her cry, a devil-like smile appearing on his lips with satisfaction, “Damien!” she cried
when he continued the torture before scooping her with his hand around her waist so that she would sit right in
his l.a.p and for a moment she stopped breathing feeling the fullness she felt right now.
“Breath,” he whispered, the warm air falling on the shell of her ear, “Try moving,” he guided her and Penny looked at him wide-eyed. T-to sit and do it? Her?
Penelope’s hands shivered as she placed them on Damien’s shoulders. Clutching on them tightly while preparing
herself and she felt Damien push himself where she gripped on to his shoulders, her head falling on his c.h.e.s.t.
Penny tried moving but Damien soon took the lead with her slow movements, entering her over and over again
until she had her nails digging into his shoulders. Red lines started to appear on his shoulders where she held.
M.o.a.ns and sighs escaped both of their lips, the bed creaking softly as they moved on the bed. His hands
roamed on her body, feeling her back and the curves around her body. Entangling his hand in her open hair, he
pulled her head back for a kiss. Feeling her muffled m.o.a.ns that turned him harder as he pushed himself
relentlessly into her until letting her off the kiss to feel her coming close but she looked scared.
Scared of falling apart with the intense feelings she felt right now that was wrecking her body.
“Let go, Penny,” his voice came out hoarser than normal, “I am here to catch you,” he promised her as she looked
at him with her knitted brows. And when she did, she came apart beautifully in his arms, and soon he followed.
Holding her body close that fell slack and tired. Slightly covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Penny didn’t let go of him, her hands continued to hold on to him as she tried to get down from the high feeling.
Her mind feeling dazed and blurry with Damien holding her closely.
With her forehead resting on his c.h.e.s.t, she heaved for air catching her breath and her soul which was only
returning back to her body. Her body felt utterly spent and if it weren’t for Damien who held her in his arms, he
helped her into the bathroom washing her and himself before they returned back to the bed.
Before she could get to the bed where Damien was holding her hand, she tried to search where her dress was to
hear him ask, “Do you want it?” she looked back at him, her voice not working right now. Before she could decide
on something, she felt him pick up the dress and bring it to her. Helping her wear it as it was her first night.
As much as Damien enjoyed torturing and hearing her cry in the bed, he didn’t want to scare her off and wanted
her to be comfortable. Unlike many whom he had known, Penny was comfortable in her own skin with a little
persuasion and coaxing. Picking his trousers from the floor, he wore it and got into the bed with her.
Penny had not spoken anything but he didn’t need words from her right now. The way she held onto him, her
hands clutching onto him back then and even now was sweet that warmed his heart.
He didn’t know there would be a day where he would be satisfied and thrilled to please a woman to her own
content, putting forth the person and placing her first was something new which Damien had not done before.
He was always his first preference until he met her. Right now it felt like he could touch her heart without having
to do it which felt strange. He tucked her in the bed, laying down next to her to feel her inch closer and closer to
him, placing her head right below his chin like the mouse she was.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, wanting to make sure she was fine still. He pulled the blanket around them, placing
his hand over the blanketed her.
“Yes,” he heard her reply, her voice came out to be heady, “You?” she asked him. A smile appeared on his lips,
one that might have never appeared on his lips before.
Penny who had hidden under his face and his c.h.e.s.t right now, heard him say, “I am doing wonderful. Get some
sleep, mouse,” he ran his hand on her back gently.
Sleep came quickly before she knew it, taking her to lands she had only touched and tasted. When morning
arrived, her c.h.e.s.t felt light and her mind was at ease. Feeling Damien’s arms around her with her back currently
facing him, she smiled along with the blush that coated her cheeks early in the morning.
Who knew that it would be this enjoyable where she would be calling his name the whole time. She had seen it
one time, seeing how the man had p.l.e.a.s.u.r.ed the woman but that had kindled the curiosity which now
Damien had fulfilled. He had done more than that.
Feeling his lips press her neck for a kiss, she said surprised, “You are awake.”
“I have been awake for some time now,” and she flinched when his teeth nipped her skin.
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When both Damien and Penny made their way to the dining room, Lord Alexander had already taken a seat and
it looked like the other two vampires were only settling down in their seats. Taking the seat next to Damien as she
did naturally, she pulled the napkin to place it on her l.a.p.
“The night was colder than usual wasn’t it?” Elliot asked rubbing his hands together like he could still feel the frost biting into his skin.
“What were you doing outside the mansion walking like a ghost?” Sylvia asked, shaking her head as if wanting to
ask him who had asked him to step outside the mansion when the night had only turned colder by the hour.
“What can I say, lonely nights of the vampire who walks in the garden,” Elliot’s tone came out to be dramatic. He
gave the woman beside him a look who behaved as if she didn’t hear it. Elliot then turned to look at Penny to ask,
“What do you think about me writing a book with the title that goes as ‘Lonely nights of the night creature’?”
The sudden question by him she nodded her head, “It sounds catchy. Do you write books, Mr. Elliot?” she inquired.
“Of course, he doesn’t,” Sylvia cut into the conversation, the lady looked at her to say, “The first time I gave him a
book he tore out the pages and made paper airplanes that Martin had to quickly get the hallways cleaned up
before Lord Alexander arrived back home,” Penny couldn’t help but chuckle at this.
It appeared that Elliot was the heart of this mansion who liked to keep the atmosphere light around him. The
man brought light where he was but at the same time, she wondered if he truly was the way he looked right now.
A lot of people brought smiles on other people’s faces but the same people held too much melancholy inside
that was darker than the darkest hour of the night.
Before Elliot could notice her gaze, she switched back to look at Sylvia but the vampires who lived with the lord in
the Delcrov mansion weren’t living for free without any perception. They were intelligent, agile and smart in work,
and Elliot was one of the men who had picked on her continuous gaze even though it was more spare seconds.
At the same time, she felt Damien place a hand on her t.h.i.g.h. She didn’t turn to look at Damien, feeling him
turn to Alexander to speak about something.
The problem wasn’t that Damien’s hand was not still. Instead, it moved up her t.h.i.g.hs, she cleared her throat to
gain his attention once he was done talking with Alexander.
“You alright?” he asked her cooly, his eyes and face barely revealing anything as he sat relaxed.
“Yes, doing great,” she said as she willed her heart to calm down. Sitting at a table where there were four
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vampires, she didn’t want anyone catching what he was doing right now. How embarrassing, thought Penny to herself.
“You both look chummier today,” Elliot leaned forward, bringing his hands to close where his elbows had been
resting on the surface of the table, “Did the cold night ignite spark-ouch! That hurt,” he complained, pulling his
chair away from Sylvia who was cutting into her vegetables and bent down to take a bite from her food.
Sylvia had stamped right into Elliot’s feet that were next to her, pressurizing the heel of her shoe on to his feet to
have him shut up, “You’re going to make it awkward for Penelope,” the woman didn’t bother to look up at
anyone but continued to eat.
Glancing at Lord Alexander who looked hardly bothered, it reminded her of Damien’s father who often didn’t
involve himself when Grace, Lady Fleurance, and Damien got into a verbal banter before anything started to be
thrown at each other. Those days…thought Penny to herself. There were some days which weren’t peaceful but at
the same time now that she looked back the changes that had taken place in Quinn’s mansion, it didn’t feel like
before. She wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
At the same thought, she realized that if Damien and Alexander were related by their father’s side, it meant that
Alexander’s father was a second-generation vampire which didn’t make sense as both Damien mentioned his
father and the lord’s father as brothers. She wondered if it was because of the close age that they called each
other that. When it came to aging and the ages of the pureblooded vampire, Penny found it hard to count and decide as she found it to be confusing.
Thankfully, Damien had not moved his hand further but he hadn’t moved his hand away from her l.a.p either.
Letting it rest there as he spoke to his cousin and others at the table.
“Yes, they will be going to the town today,” she heard Lord Alexander say, “You can accompany them and have a
word with the magistrate as he hasn’t sent the papers yet.”
“Are you suspecting him?” Elliot asked, sipping his tea as he looked at Alexander.
Alexander was stirring the tea that was placed to him, his wrist moving elegantly round and round, “There have
been a lot of magistrates who had been scheming with the higher elder council. The reports will assure us if the
man can be trusted. If he doesn’t submit them after half an hour of your arrival, have him killed.”
Penny who had been smearing butter on the bread paused before continuing to spread evenly. Kill the man just
like that? Listening in to their conversation without spacing out, she heard Damien say,
“I have a list but the man has never been suspected. What makes you think he’s the one who has been supplying
the information to the witches?”
The lord placed his spoon down, holding the handle of the teacup but not picking it from the table, “Do you
remember about the spitgrass?”
“The corruption which was used by the black witches,” answered Damien.
“Yes, that one. When the search for it had been submitted by the department council of Lionel’s team, a warrant
was sent out to find and burn it but the magistrate never did it. He instead delayed the work and also had the
other councilman who worked here to en route to other lands by saving the spitgrass. Lionel thinks I had
something to do with it which has put me in the spot and map of his eyes.”
Someone was trying to frame Lord Alexander? asked Penny to herself.
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“That’s not good,” commented Damien, he knew there were some of the councilmen who weren’t happy with his
uncle’s marriage to his aunt when they had first married. He had heard rumors. Some of them were absurd that made him think that he was worrying midst illiterates.
It wasn’t uncommon for white witches to be under the eyes of councilmen and Aunt Isabelle had done everything
to keep Alexander out of trouble but it looked like someone from the council had pulled the strings in such a way
that Alexander would fall into suspicion.
“The obvious suspect is the magistrate, if it isn’t him then we looked further into the roots of the trees to who is
pulling the strings, that is unless it was Creed doing it,” Alexander looked not happy with how the events had turned out to be.
“Looks like both you and Lord Nicholas are going to have a field if you aren’t going to be careful,” Damien
whistled and put the food that he had picked in his fork into his mouth.
Eliot gave out a curious look, asking, “What’s up with Lord Nicholas?”
“Just him breaking some people’s hearts,” Damien chuckled, he then turned to look at Penny to ask, “Do you want apple’s?”
Remembering Damien’s fancy rabbit apple’s she shook her head, “No, I am good.”
“Penelope,” Lord Alexander said, gaining her attention where she looked up to meet his brooding eyes, “When
you’re out in the town today, do not get separated from Damien or Elliot. Stick close to one of them no matter what.”
“Yes, Lord Alexander,” she heeded his words.
Penny had gone back to eat but Alexander couldn’t help but feel a sense of this day where it could turn out to be
ominous where she was going out to the town to meet the magistrate with Damien and Elliot. Something like this
had happened years ago when he and his mother had gone to the market. Though they had gone to the market,
the day his mother died, they had also visited the magistrate.
Of course, the magistrate had nothing to do with it but he couldn’t brush his feelings away.
When the time to leave to the town came, Alexander stopped Penny to talk to her, “Make sure your eyes don’t
turn back to slits. You changed it back to normal but we aren’t sure when it might surface back up again. I would
like for you to stay back within safety. As it would be safe for you to stay back here where no harm shall befall
you but we need,” he said with a frown.
Alexander would have gone himself but with him being under the close watch under the councilman’s eyes on him, going with the books would only cause trouble.
“I believe you have heard about the switchers. So make sure you keep some kind of code word which only you
know,” seeing her expression turn one of dread, he said, “I heard that you already met them. It isn’t hard to
notice them, they perspire more than the other creatures. It is the time of Winter so it wouldn’t be hard if you
were to encounter one,” For some odd reason Penny felt like this is how her father would have advised her if he
was still alive.
“Thank you,” she thanked him.
When the trio reached the town, Penny came back to the place where they had visited two days ago. Looking at
people who walked on the streets of the town. The town was once a village but had been remodeled to a town
from what she had heard from Damien.
Making their way towards the magistrate’s office, Damien being Damien didn’t bother to knock on the door and
instead barged right in. The magistrate looked annoyed while he was signing something, a local man standing in
front of him until he noticed who had stepped foot into his small cabin.
“Councilman Damien, Sir Elliot,” the man stood up from his chair, greeting them until his eyes fell on the girl who
stood between them not knowing who the girl was.
“Lady Penelope,” Elliot added for the magistrate’s reference who took a second before greeting her too.
“Lady Penelope,” the man bowed his head.
The magistrate looked in better shape than the other magistrates she had come across until now. He wore clean
clothes like one of the elite, his face clean and shaved. He had his hair combed behind with not a single strand out of place.
He waved the local man away and once townsman had stepped out of his office, the magistrate waved his hand,
“Please sit down. Would you like to drink something?” the magistrate asked.
Damien had no interest to waste his precious time which he had plenty. He pulled out his gun, uncorking the
head of the gun which made a creak like sound when he placed the other side of the gun on the magistrate’s forehead.
“C-councilman D-Damien?” the magistrate stuttered. Penny had thought there would be a talk before they would
trap the man to have him confess for what he had done, that was if Lord Alexander was right but Damien had
pulled out his gun pointing at the man who looked pale as a ghost.
The man was a human, his eyes brown in color and he was more than shaken by the sudden change in atmosphere. Here he had politely asked for some refreshments but Damien had refreshed the man.
“I have received some complaints about you. Is it true?”
“Com-complaints? From whom, Sir? I d-didn’t do anything,” the magistrate stuttered.
“Committing sins and forgetting so easily? Let’s blow your arm and see if we can jog some part of your useless
brain,” Damien pulled back the gun, pulling the cork further behind and placing it on his arm.
Penny didn’t know what to say but see the scene unfold in front of her.
“Wait! Wait!” the man yelled but he was too late as Damien had fired his gun.
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Penny’s eyes shut close at the sudden sound of the gunshot which ran in her ear over the quiet room. Smoke
coming out of the gun which had fired the bullet as Damien held the gun staring at the magistrate who cowered
in fear. Opening her eyes she looked at the magistrate who looked scared but he hadn’t been shot. Damien had
instead chosen to scare the man by aiming the wall behind him.
The magistrate shivered in fear, his eyes wide, anticipating the burning pain in her body which never came.
“I know you were helping the black witches in their endeavors, what favor did you take?” Damien asked, pointing
the gun back to the man and aiming it to his head, “I did not miss the shot. Was making sure it was still working.”
When the man went to touch something on his desk, his hand fumbling with the drawers and Damien didn’t
bother to shoot the desk that grazed the sleeve of the magistrate who froze, “I-I can explain.”
“Wasn’t that hard now was it? You could have saved your fear and I could have saved my bullets. Speak,” Damien
demanded. In the meantime, Elliot walked around pushing the man away so that he could take a look at the desk
of drawers that the magistrate had tried reaching for.
“What a shabby place. You need to hire someone to clean it up,” Elliot commented, finding the drawers to be
filled with things he considered to be garbage and of no importance, “Oh, you have a pack of cigars,” he picked
up the brown cigars to place them on the table, “Let’s share a smoke once we are done,” said the vampire
brightly where the magistrate didn’t know how to react.
“Start speaking in five seconds or I will blow your brains out,” Damien threatened the man with a tone of laziness
like he had other important things to do than be here, “Five, four, two,” Penny turned her head noticing how he
skipped a number to shorten the time.
The magistrate stuttered out, blurting in fear, “Councilman Damien, please forgive me but I didn’t do it because I
wanted to do it. They have my little boy with them.”
Damien stared at the man who had bowed his head, “Why didn’t you alert the council or the Lord. The Lord
doesn’t live too far from this place. A letter would have sufficed,” he corked the gun back.
“They have threatened to kill him if I don’t adhere to their requests. Another little boy was taken by them who
never returned back. The black witches had killed and thrown him in the ditch during the time of rain,” the
magistrate’s eyes were wide as he explained to Damien, “I was only protecting my boy because I know he still lives.”
“And therefore you decided to trade your son’s life for entire villages and lands that could have caused chaos.
Your one action of wanting to save one life threatened the whole race of humans and vampires. Do you
understand what grave error you have made?” Before he could pull out the cork further and scare the man,
Penny placed a hand on his arm.
Penny looked at him anxiously, not wanting to kill the man, “This can be solved talking out calmly,” she
whispered only for Damien to hear. Elliot who was going through the drawers, glanced at the couple when Penny
spoke to Damien. One side of his lips pulled up and he went back to going through the drawers of the desk.
The man had already admitted and had asked for forgiveness, having a solid reason for what he did. Though it
wasn’t right, he had done it to protect his child. The magistrate looked already exhausted, they didn’t want him
passing out due to the gunshots.
Elliot pulled out a drawer that had some of the dried leaves in it, “Isn’t this spitgrass?” he looked up at the man
with an eyebrow raised in question. Damien didn’t care and was ready to shoot the man knowing well how
spitgrass looked like and that he was hiding it in here.
“Please, please. This isn’t mine!” the man cowered further away from them, his hands upon the sides of his head,
“I was told to deliver this tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” questioned Damien.
“Yes,” he nodded his head fervently, “It was given to me to hide as there was a recent search across everyone’s
house. The witches wanted to keep this here and told them that they would collect it tomorrow. In return, I would
get my son back to me.”
“Haven’t you heard the phrase of not to make deals with the black witches? When did your son go missing?”
Damien continued his questions.
“Please put the weapon down, I will tell you everything. P-please!” he pleaded and Penny only hoped Damien was
only trying to scare him and wouldn’t actually shoot him. He waited for Damien to lower his gun down but
Damien never dropped it. Not even when Penny had asked him. Seeing it not drop, he sighed, “It has been more
than a month or two since my son went missing. After my son went missing, the next day in the morning
someone had dropped a letter at the front of my door and I found out it was from the black witches. It was
written along with the chain as identification, telling me on how to not notify the higher-ups and to follow their
words if I wanted him back alive. I just did what they wanted. I thought it would be last after they told the
councilmen elsewhere but they came back saying this was the last favor.”
“Being a magistrate haven’t you learned anything?” Damien asked, putting his gun finally down and tucking it
behind him, “If the black witches are asking for further favors it only means they will keep asking you for more in
the name of your son who you say has been kept as a hostage. The worst case is knowing your son is already dead…”
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“No! He is still alive,” the magistrate disagreed on the option Damien gave.
“So what is it going to be? You either continue to work for the witches and we kill you in the possession of the
spitgrass which is used to corrupt the vampire race and use the seeds in there to regrow the plants which we had
burned down or,” paused Damien, “Or you stop working for them and let your son die.”
Life was harsh but Penny had never had to experience something like this where a father was trying to keep his
son alive to only be caught up in such a mess now. The worse she had was her mother wanting to kill her which
she still hadn’t been able to figure as to why. She couldn’t tell how fortunate those children were whose parents
fought for them, to keep them alive and breathing, protecting them from the wretched world. Her heart ached to remember it and she brushed the feelings away from her mind.
“Do you know where the witches are?” Damien asked while the man had clutched both his hands in frustration of
not knowing what to pick, “There might be some black witches in here who are still living in the town but it
would be hard to weed them out. If the black witch is going to come here to collect it she must already be here.
Elliot,” he called the red-haired man, “Do you think we can close the borders of the town checkpost in an hour?”
“Sure. I will go get the guards alerted and have them placed for inspection,” Elliot replied back quickly.
If the black witches weren’t here yet, they wouldn’t be able to enter the premise of the town easily. And if they
did appear, it meant they were living here amongst the other townsfolk who were unaware of it. Right now they
had to filter the people who came and went to the town, while also sending some people to scout the forest.
“I don’t know where they are. I never met the witches,” answered the magistrate who looked worried, “The communication always took place through the letters that I received.”
“Which would mean you will soon receive another letter on where to meet the witch to hand these over,”
Damien’s eyes narrowed. The black witches were stupid but there some smart ones and if it was someone who
was handling the spitgrass, it mean that the black witch knew not to get caught by anyone.
After speaking some more with the magistrate, warning him to not run away or do something stupid, the three of
them stepped out of the office. When they did come out, a person who was sitting on top of the roof stared
down at them. Eyes that were made of slit snake eyes but the features still very human, the woman ran her thin
tongue across her thin lips.
It seemed like the magistrate hadn’t been caught yet as she couldn’t see them carrying the spit grass out of the
office which was stored there.
Damien who was speaking to Elliot, said, “We are being watched,” he didn’t turn to look at the roof where the
woman who had been sitting there stared at them. Keeping an eye on their movements.
“The one like a monkey on the roof?” Elliot asked noticing right after they had stepped out but making it look
like he hadn’t seen anything at all, “I should probably babysit the magistrate so that he doesn’t turn into a dead fish.”
“Yes, that would be wise. If she’s here, it means there are others who have already entered the town. Penny and I
will have a look around the town and speak to the bookkeeper,” Damien informed, receiving a nod of approval from Elliot.
The red-haired man walked towards the window of the office, looking at it from outside and the reflection where
he caught the black witch perched up on the roof still has her eyes on them. He brought his hand up, running it
through his wavy locks of hair as if he were setting it and turned around.
“It would give enough time to destress him by a few smokes,” Elliot, shook his hand with Damien and stepped
back inside the office to see the magistrate frown, “I forgot we were supposed to share some smokes. Also, those
refreshments you spoke about earlier, do you have them ready?” Elliot asked the man.
The black witch who was sitting on the rooftop made of red mud bricks stared at the vampire who went back in,
her face turning sour. One minute she was there and the next second she had disappeared to go let the other witches who were in the town.
“Are you always like this?” Penny asked once they were alone and had started to walk, making their way towards the bookkeeper.
“Like what?” he asked her, his head tilting to his side. Penny opened her mouth but closed it, shaking her head,
“Tell me,” he urged her to speak. Her question was unnecessary as she already knew the answer to it. Damien had
always been like this but seeing the plight of the magistrate where his son had gone missing, she had hoped for
him to be a little s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e over the matter.
“You’re going to waste the bullets if you shoot unnecessarily,” she said, shifting the subject but Damien didn’t let it go.
She pressed her lips, trying to form the sentence right so that it wouldn’t rebuke an argument between the, “Telling the man his son was dead-”
“It is the truth,” Damien interrupted her before her sentence could start properly, “Black witches have been
known to be cruel and heartless. Selfish with their own needs and I don’t think I have to put much light on them.”
“A few false words would have eased his mind,” Penny spoke back, her face turning one to be of a frown.