Chapter 12: A Demon's Thoughts

Aleister had settled himself on a nice natural jacuzzi, the water bubbling warm around him relaxing his tense muscles while he watched the water sprites expertly do their laundry. Although it seemed unlikely, he wanted to have the witch relax with him in this therapeutic bath since she had always seemed disturbed and worried. The demon never missed the tired look on the witch's face and finally knowing the gist of her story he couldn't really judge her for always looking despondent and snobbish and mean all the time but he learned to tolerate it. 

Ever since he came into this world through her summoning, Aleister had always felt something odd about the witch, something unnatural. He felt oddly familiar with her like they knew each other for so long but every time he remembers something it would instantly disappear like being woken from a dream and completely forgetting all about it. Numerous nights he laid awake beside her in her bed feeling her skin, her touch, her warmth and smelling her gentle aromatic scent trying to tame his longing desire to taste her. Something in him always seeks to

He had heard her mumble names in her sleep as she cried tears of lamentation, probably for the people who existed hundreds of years ago, people that she probably had loved and now had completely disappeared. Such a pitiful state for his witch to be like the last rose of summer. Her beauty timelessly blooming in the garden while her other companions withered and return to the dirt. Time never ceases to pass around her, watching nations rise and collapse, and people growing and dying while she stays frozen in time out living the things that she learned to love, breaking her heart again and again for hundreds of years. 

One thing had angered him from her midnight mumblings. A name that her lips had repeated more often than the others, pronouncing it with love or with hate on different nights. He listened more carefully when that despicable name was uttered, piercing together the pieces and trying to deduce her history with the man named 'Rel'. He wanted to spat out that name like poison in his tongue. So far he had only known that 'Rel' was her former lover though he hadn't figured out yet if he was the one that cursed her and bound her in this land. He doesn't feel threatened because the man is most likely dead but his hold on his little witch didn't seem to falter even after thousands of years of his absence. 

But why would he feel threatened at all? What does he truly feel about the witch? His romantic gestures were only fake to tease the witch and elicit a piece of entertainment for himself because the witch has very vivid emotions which are very fun to play with but does he really hold true affections for her? Love is impossible to bloom at such a short period of time. He had always believed that love is an experience honed by time, nurtured through a long course of mutual effort, so what are these feelings that bubble up in his chest as he lay with her in bed? As he watches her prepare meals for him like a wife? As he fondly watched her smile or frown or giggle while reading her books? 

It is undeniable that he likes her. Yes he had come to terms with that but he clearly doesn't love her. At least not yet that is. Could it probably be lust? Perhaps partly since he is attracted by her curvaceous waist and delicious thighs as well as her beautiful face and slender womanly fingers. His little witch also has natural seductive tendencies especially when she's "ovulating" or whatever. Then could it be infatuation? Hmmm, infatuation is what children feel for one another, what those hormoneous teens always mistaken for love, but no. It's something deeper and more mature, after all the two of them are hundreds of years old so a petty feeling is no longer able to define the magnitude of his... well, feelings. 

Perhaps he was merely fond of her, adoring her unique personality and manipulative tendencies which he sometimes fell victim to, after all he likes cunning women with the beauty to match their wits. Yes, probably it was merely that. He was fond of her. Very fond. But where the fuck is his little witch? He's been waiting for her for about an hour now. What could she possibly be doing with that nymph that's been keeping her from him for so long?

"That feels amazing! Let's do it again please." Callisto begged.

"I'm sorry but I have to get back to my demon. I also need to eat lunch but I do have something for you where you can do it with." Purple butterflies swirled inside the cave and gathered just between the witch and the nymph. The butterflies soon disappeared leaving behind a white haired elf tied by ropes and gagged with a red thong.

"Callisto this is Mirra. Mirra, Callisto. I found her sneaking onto my property and planting dynamites in my house. One actually exploded because my demon threw the hearth's ashes outside, jeopardizing my water supply but it's being taken care of as of the moment. I am so pissed with this bitch that I had her fucked by my horse all night but I think that that's not enough. She's a bad girl and I want you to teach her a lesson about messing with the wrong witch. Can you do that, love?" Ruby explained smiling sweetly at the nymph before kissing her cheeks. 

"Of course. Anything for my beloved witch." Callisto replied looking lustfully at the elf while snuggling on Ruby's breasts.

"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Mirra yelled at the witch who smirked at her. Ruby picked up her dress and slowly vanished into purple butterflies. The last thing she saw from the cave was a gigantic octopus forming from the lake water and grabbing the elf.

"You don't use that mouth to speak ill of my beloved witch. I will make sure that you learn your place and never mess again with the Queen." Ruby vanished completely after seeing Callisto violating the elf.

The witch soon reformed just beside Aleister who was shocked at first seeing butterflies gather beside him before forming the witch. A naked witch. 

"Hey." Ruby greeted the astounded demon. 

"Hey." Aleister replied back, staring at her weirdly.

"Where have you been? Took you long enough to finish whatever the fuck you were doing? Speaking of which. What the hell did you two do?"

"Well she brought me in an underwater cave and then we had a weird lesbian sex, we are each other's pussies and fingers each other and I fucked her with a strap on making her cum 13 times in less than an hour. She then made a clone of herself which fucked my ass and shot whale sperm in my pussy while the real Callisto sucked my clit. Then I made her grow a water dick from her clit and she fucked me with it." Ruby explained in a casual way as if she was merely sharing a trip to the market. Aleister stared at her like she was insane and proceeded to wash his body in the water. 

"You and your perverted imagination. If I don't know any better you two are probably waxing each other's vaginas." Aleister splashed the witch with water who only giggled before covering her breasts. 

"I like your perky tits though. It looks so porny." the demon commented as he turned away from the maiden and climbed up to the land wrapping a towel around his waist to cover his demonhood. 

"Thanks, but do you want to have lunch already? I'm feeling a bit hungry." Ruby asked walking in front of the demon. Aleister smiled looking back down at her and Ruby reciprocate the gesture. 

"Thought you'd never ask." Aleister wrapped a towel around the witch's body and helped her out of the water by pulling her up closer to his body. There was a short pause between the two as they engaged in eye contact. Aleister can smell the gentle scent of flowers radiating from his master's body while Ruby can feel the thick and hard muscles lining his arms and chest as she holds onto him for support. 

Ruby soon distanced herself from the demon and summoned a bigger towel to cover her bear body. When the witch snapped her fingers, a red checkered cloth came flying out of her basket followed by the dishes she prepared and the utensils who set themselves neatly over the picnic blanket. The witch extended her hand and directed him a gentle smile, gesturing for the demon to take his place on the picnic blanket. 

"Bon appetit."