Deception of Lust [Haruchai & Lila Lupin]

[Lila Lupin]

Deception of Lust​

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A long time ago, back when people mixed with the super natural creatures of the world, before they were separated a deal was made between a human family and the demon representing the deadly sin of Lust. The human family wanted power, and wealth, the demon offered them what they wanted, but at a price. Each generation was to give their first born daughter to the demon when she reached her 20's. It's been a hundred years since the deal was struck, and the demon had upheld his end of the bargain, but due to the fact that the family was only blessed with boys, the human family was never able to uphold their end of the bargain, until now.

The family gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and now that she's old enough, it's time for them to keep up their end of the bargain. Sadly, they don't know about the bargain. In this day and age demons are just a thing of myth, not at all a reality. So imagine the surprise of the young woman when she is made to leave her family and be married to a 'man' that she has never met. She had heard the old bedtime stories about the deal that was made, but they'd never been given cause to believe it, until now. She must now make the choice to either sacrifice her own right choose her husband for herself so that her family may keep their fortune, or try to escape from the man she was promised to well before her birth and risk her family's fortunes.

My Heart Holds the Truth: Lila Lupin
Here I'm Called: Hannah Michelle Dubon
At the Bottom of My Hour Glass: 25
Under These Clothes: Female
On the Inside: Hannah usually tried to act very ladylike, but she has a streak in her that is rather rebellious, and challenging, While she usually tries to be a sweet, mild mannered young lady, she can come off as a bitch if you rub her the wrong way. When she dances, or listens to music, she gets sucked into her own little world, and can miss quit a few things, but other than that she's very analytical, and enjoys wrapping her head around a problem, especially if it's mathematical. She has a very kind heart, and hates to hurt others. She loves to help out when ever she can. She also has a small wild streak and loves to party when she gets the chance.
The Things I Do: Professional Ballerina
A Twisted Path: Hannah Michelle, often called Miki by her close friends and family, has always had a love for dancing, ever since she was very small. Her mother was a professional dancer before she decided to retire and teach ballet instead. When Hannah was little she used to sit and watch her mother practice for as long as her parents would let her. Since her father worked the Stock Markets like a pro she also learned a great deal about mathematics. She was a very bright and promising child, and she surpassed her parents expectations as she grew up. Her parents were devastated when they realized that the bedtime story they used to tell her, was not just a bedtime story.

They hated the idea of having to send their daughter off, but they wanted her to continue to have the best of everything possible, so they sent her off, to be married to the Demon of Lust. They didn't even have time to explain to her what was happening, but her mother did give her the copy of the old bedtime story, hoping that her daughter would understand what was happening. She also has an extensive love of music, and nice clothing. She loves to do things, and she starts to get stir crazy when there's nothing for her to do.

Miki has a secret reputation as a party girl. She kept this part of her life a big secret from the friends that her parents knew, because she wanted them to continue to believe that their daughter was the sweet young lady they had raised her to be. While she acts lady-like when it is called for, she can be a tremendous flirt, depending on how comfortable she feels around the person. If she's at a party she seriously has to fight her urge to get out and dance, because ballet isn't the only type of dancing that she's good at. When she gets in the right mood, or the right song is played her dancing at a club has been compared to sex on the dance floor.
Apple of my Eye: Deluge
What You See: She has a small flower tattoo on the lower right corner of her back.

 

[Haruchai]

-My Heart Holds the Truth: Haruchai
-Here I'm Called: Deluge (Asmodeus)
-At the Bottom of My Hour Glass: Unknown, even to him. However, in his human name supposedly he took at his own pride at being the reason God flooded the earth, his corruption had become so great.
-Under These Clothes: Male
-On the Inside: Asmodeus has a deep rapaciousness. However, he hungers for the sweet pleasures of the flesh in such a capacity that he is insatiable. He is well-mannered and can be kind, though if crossed he is a terrible foe. He rarely does anything out of selflessness, and always has a price for his help.
-The Things I Do: Asmodeus is the demon of lust, in charge of tempting mortals with the pleasures of the flesh - temptations they often give into, willingly and otherwise.
-A Twisted Path: Asmodeus is one of the oldest demons in existence. As long as men have had lust in their hearts, he has existed.
-Apple of my Eye: Hannah Michelle Dubon
-What You See:

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-What You Do Not See:

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-Where I Live: With a home in California, Deluge lives on the outskirts of a very prominent neighborhood. Though he does indulge, often, in earthly pleasures, he does like his privacy as well. The estate is large, encompassing gardens and a small amount of forest. The main house's age is hinted at with ragged vines and ivies crawling along the walls.

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West Gardens

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East Gardens

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah had been rather surprised when her mother informed her of what was going on. Her parents had come into her room, and told her to pack what she could. They very quickly informed her that she was to be married to a man that she had never once met. She wasn't sure why, but she had a strange feeling that it had something to do with the fairytale her mother used to read to her. She'd packed what she could and they promised to have the rest of her things sent to where she would be going. As she exited the house she was met by an elderly man with a very proper appearance. She was certain that he must be the man in charge with taking her to her betrothed. As they drove to the train station he informed her that her betrothed lived in America. They would be taking the train to airport, and after that they would have a series of flight switching and car rides before she would have the pleasure of meeting her groom-to-be.

"Well then I suppose I have plenty of time to read." Hannah's accent was a bit odd as she spoke in perfect English. It was a mixture between a French and Russian accent that sounded rather melodious as she spoke. She sighed to herself as she picked up the old book of family legends that her parents used to read to her. Her mother had quickly handed her the old book of fairy tales along with all the important paperwork she would need and her passport. She assumed that her mother was wanting her to learn, or perhaps understand something from the old book. Perhaps there was a hint as to what was happening within the pages of the book. Hannah was greatly enjoying the train ride to the airport as she read through the pages of the book that had been read to her so many times during her childhood. The travel arrangements were very nice, she had noticed. They were always in first class on all the flights, and the cars that picked them up were all very nice.

As the trip continued she began to think back on when she was a child, how she used to wish that the fairy tales were real, how she used to pretend. She laughed to herself as she thought about how silly she had been, how niave. She greatly disliked the idea of being married to a man she'd never met, and knew nothing of, and if the old fairy tales were true, then she wasn't even marrying a man. She was only doing this to protect her family. They were all she had, and if her betrothed really was a demon then there was a high chance that he would take more than just their riches if they went back on their word. She was lost in her thoughts as the car they had gotten into when they landed in California had come to a stop. Her escort informed her that they had arrived at her new home causing her to sigh. She hated this whole situation. None of this was fair, and it all seemed like some weird dream. When she exited the car though, and took in her surrounding she couldn't help but take in a breath of surprise. The estate, from what she could see, was magnificent. A small smile played out on her face as she noticed the gardens, and the sheer size of the main house. She wondered if he would have any rooms where she could practice her dancing as she looked around, trying to see if perhaps her 'betrothed' was in the near by area.

 

[Haruchai]

At long last. The time had finally come for Deluge to claim what was rightfully his. He had waited, impatiently. Though it was true that he had taken many women, more than he could count, corrupting them utterly, it was rare to have one to claim thusly. Normally he played upon the natural temptation in the hearts of men. Manipulated and cajoled while the lust within them simmered and finally boiled over.

Adulterers, philanderers, pedophiles, sexual deviants of all kinds, as well as many others - all were his to spur to their fated appeasements. Or punishments, however he saw fit. He often found the mewling sycophants at his door and he had been growing tired of them.

So it had come to pass that the Dubon line had finally produced a daughter. He had gladly sent for her and his faithful manservant Adramalech had went to fetch her. He could hardly wait for her to arrive, having expected her parents to have groomed her for this inevitability. Deluge took the call from Adramalech as the plane landed, then as they reached the edge of his estate.

Deluge readied himself, dressing in one of his finest suits and hearing the Maybach pull into the drive. He was rather in tune of all under his purview.

Straightening his bow-tie he exited his manor just as the car pulled up and the lovely Hannah emerged. Even from this distance he could tell she was lovely. He smiled and headed that way, soon emerging from the shadows cast from his house and into her view.

He moved across the expanse of distance, his movements hurried and languorous at the same time. He moved with a certain liquid grace, and economy of motion that carried from the demon to his human form. He soon stood before Hannah, the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he regarded her through his human eyes for the first time.

He turned to Adramalech. "Adam, will you introduce us?" He posed the question merely as a prompt. His voice was a smooth tenor, and seemed to almost emanate from him.

Adramalech bowed slowly. "As you wish sir. Miss Hannah Dubon, I present the Master of the House, Deluge Whitecrest."

As he was introduced Deluge extended a hand for her to take. He bowed as he brought that delicate hand t his lips and kissed the back of it. It was then that he got to smell her. "It is my greatest pleasure to meet you." he said, even as his senses probed at her. There was something wrong.

She was no virgin.

He was rather irritated, but did not let the knowledge show in any way as he straightened. "Welcome to my home." he said.

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah's wandering gaze froze as she laid eyes on the rather attractive man in front of her. She let a small smile grace her lips as she curtsied politely before taking his hand. Something was different about him. He wasn't like all the men she'd met before, and she was starting to believe that perhaps the old fairy tale was no fairy tale at all. She felt a rush of hormones as he touched her hand, a rush that she ignored with a trained expertise. She'd danced with many attractive men, whether in ballroom or in ballet, and as a proper young lady one could not constantly give in to the needs of one's body. She had learned that after making the mistake of sleeping with one of her dance partners when she was 17. A mistake that she regretted to this day. Since then Hannah always conducted herself as a lady, never sleeping with another man, and hiding that fact from her family, and friends.

She was grateful for that now, because while she had not known about this marriage, she was quite certain that the man in front of her would be rather displeased that she was not a virgin, and thus, could never be considered fully his. She hoped that the fact that she had slept with only one man, and only once at that would ease his displeasure to an extent. "The pleasure is mine, Monsieur Whitecrest." She said in a very lady-like manner. She wanted to make the best first impression she could. She wanted to give him no reason to harm her family, and she had no reason to cause him trouble. It was the greed of her ancestors brought her here today. He had only given them what they had wanted, she was simply paying the price. She smiled warmly before speaking again.

"I thank you for all you have done for my family. I only wish that we could have met sooner." In truth she also wished that she had known of this arrangement, but she kept that to herself. After all, she was in no position to be making demands, or complaints.

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge smiled politely, his demeanor not betraying the fact that he was growing more irritated. He would have to have Adramalech look into this. Why was he not informed of this? How had they lost track of the men that desired what was his? Her maidensblood was what bound the contract of her family. Without it they had nothing. He could simply send her away and begin to dismantle her family and the fortune they had accrued. Yet she was still a beautiful woman. He would have to ponder how to proceed. In the meantime he saw no reason to deny her entry to his home.

"Please, this way." he said smoothly, and extended an arm to her. Once she took it he began to escort her to the manse. Out of habit for first time visitors he began to explain the home.

"Architect Asher Benjamin was commissioned to build this home in Vermont. There it sat for quite some time, before I stumbled across it. I just had to have it, and at great expense I had it brought here. The climate here suits me so much better." Deluge smiled charmingly.

Even as they walked, her arm in his, tendrils of mystic energy probed at her. She was ripe, of that there was no doubt, and an imperceptible shudder passed through him at plumbing her depths, virgin or not. he did not relay just how long the home had been here, and simply transitioned seamlessly to the next topic as he opened the front door. Oddly the interior seemed much too opulent compared to the exterior. In many ways it appeared that the interior was too large as they walked into a grand area.

"This is the Grand Hall." Deluge says proudly.

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah took in a deep breath as they entered the grand hall. It was most certainly grand, the architecture was amazing. Her eyes lit up as she looked at the detail. The bright smile on her face showed her excitement. She'd always loved beautifully built buildings. She marveled at the craftsmanship as he gave her the tour of his rather grand estate. He seemed to be a very good host, and she wondered exactly how many women he had taken down these halls as he was taking her now. He had been kind to her, treating her with respect, and being a perfect gentleman. She was rather surprised that he didn't already have a wife. A man as attractive as him, who possessed obvious wealth, and was single was hard to find. She wondered how many different women must have vied for her position, as the betrothed of such a well groomed man.

It now made sense to her, why her mother had taught her the proper way a woman should act, and how a wife should behave. Even though they had no idea that that fairytale was true, they had inadvertently prepared her to be married to Monsieur Whitecrest. As they continued the tour she marveled at the library, study, and slew of other rooms that were present in the building. She was most impressed with the Ballroom and music room, that is, until he showed her the small dance studio. She tried to conceal her excitement, but it was plain on her face.

She had been trying to ignore the racing hormones that were a result of the close proximity between herself, and Deluge, but now, with the excitement rushing through her, she couldn't escape the shiver that ran down her spine. She hoped that perhaps he wouldn't think too much of it, and just continue with what he had been saying. She subconsciously began to smooth out some invisible wrinkles in her dress in an attempt to calm her nerves.

 

[Haruchai]

Her excitement was palpable, both about the various rooms and the opulence of the manse, as well as evidenced by the rush of pheromones she now exuded. A side effect of his simple proximity. He glanced at her now and again, watching as her excitement built and knowing that he was about to make things ever so much more interesting.

"The manse has a variety of bedrooms. You shall have your pick." Taking her hand he led her around to the various bedrooms, each of a slightly different style.

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After those three rooms are shown he turns to face Hannah, his arms going about her waist as he does so. Though not overly bulky there is something preternaturally masculine and strong about those arms. A feeling that while she is in them that no harm could ever come to her washes over Hannah. Deluge smiles and pours just the tiniest fraction of his influence into her, and can almost hear her sex begin to ache.

"Is there one which you prefer?" he asks, voice barely audible, and quite deep now.

 

[Lila Lupin]

"T-the first room seems rather nice." She said as she began to bite her inner lip from the effect that the energy that he had poured in to her was having on her. She shivered slightly as he spoke, his voice low, as he held her in his arms. The safety she felt was amazing, it made her not want to leave his grasp. She felt incredibly drawn to him, and this made her feel a bit afraid. She was starting to remember what the old stories said. She remembered something about the demon of lust, and if she was right, and the man that was holding her was indeed the the demon of Lust, it would certainly make a lot sense. It would explain the odd reactions she was having, but demons were just things of legend, she was sure it was simply because she was being held in the arms of an incredibly attractive man that would soon be her husband.

She blushed lightly as he held her, looking away in an attempt to hide her blush from him. She was certainly enjoying the closeness, the feeling of safety, and feel of his arms around her waist. She mentally scolded herself for getting so hot an bothered. She danced with plenty of men, and been much closer to them and not had this reaction. She wasn't sure why he had this affect on her, but it was frustrating. She didn't let her frustration be known though, as she lightly pressed her hands to his arms, as if to keep him from getting too close, although it was a rather halfhearted gesture. "I'd really like that room, if you don't mind." She said as she briefly made eye contact before once again averting her gaze in an attempt to conceal her blush from his view.

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge smiled. He could not read her mind, but he was old enough, experienced enough, that what she was feeling was written plainly on the flush of her cheeks. He read people. Read what was in their hearts. That was what he did, all he did, and he was very good at it.

One arm wound back around her torso, fingertips drawn up the curve of her side before they played over her shoulder and then along her neck. Those warm fingertips touched at her chin, turning her head slightly toward him and tilting her head up.

"You may have whatever is in my power to give you." Deluge replied. His eyes had grown even more dark now, those orbs intense upon her as he leaned closer, his breath warm on the sensitive flesh of her neck. He whispered to her as that breath played over her collarbone. "Though one day, very soon, I shall take my pleasure from you in return for what I have given."

He moved his head and tilted it slightly as his mouth covered hers. His lips were warm, and surprisingly soft, though still decidedly male. They moved tenderly on hers and they parted ever so slightly as the tip of his tongue traces lovingly over Hannah's lips before he catches her bottom lip between his, sucking softly. He smiles into the kiss, wondering, but already knowing, how she'll react.

 

[Lila Lupin]

His touch was like an aphrodisiac to her, one that she couldn't get enough of. It was hard to think as he stared at her with that intense gaze, and his warm breath washing over her neck. Her mind was racing, right along with her hormones, and at the moment she was sure that her hormones were winning. Even with all the stimuli she managed to keep her balance, that is until he kissed her. His lips on her own made her head spin. She relished in the softness of them as his previous words washed through her mind. The suggestiveness in them was obvious to detect, even for a woman as inexperienced as herself. Her seemingly frail arms moved from his arms to his chest in weak attempt to push him away, until he sucked on her bottom lip.

Her knees became weak and she wrapped her arms around his neck to help her keep her balance. She'd been kissed before, but not like this. It was like he knew what to do to make her weak at the knees, and how to make her head spin. She was confused, and to say the least, pleasantly surprised, but she was also worried. He'd said that he'd give her anything within his power to give her, but she knew when something sounded much too good to be true. He would eventually want something in return, he had made that statement himself. What she was worried about was what it was he would want in return. Her train of thought was quickly interrupted by his rather talented mouth though as her mind was brought back to what was happening.

 

[Haruchai]

He was keenly aware of her hands as they moved to his arms, then to his chest, then finally around his neck. A her hands moved and he felt her knees start to go weak his arms tightened slightly, but then it was his own hands that moved, sliding down and massaging across her back and down to her firm round backside, which he squeezed softly. A faint moan rode the back of his kiss as it lingered, and he contemplated deepening the affection. He knew he could, he could feel her resistance to him draining like water through a sieve.

His hands on her backside pressed into the soft flesh as his arms drew more taut and he lifted her slightly, the kiss deepening slowly as his tongue pressed gently into her mouth.

However, before he went too far he began to break the kiss, wondering if she would let him.

 

[Lila Lupin]

As he kissed her she began to relax, though not entirely sure why. She'd just met him, it made no sense. She thought back to the fairy tales she had heard as a small child, of the princesses, and the princes that would come to sweep them off their feet. She remembered how in some of the stories the lovers were destined to be together. She also thought back to the romance novels she had read as a teenager. The strong, mysterious men that would offer the woman the world, and in return he wanted her. She mentally laughed at how similar the scene playing out between herself and the man that she was to marry was playing out like a scene from one of those novels.

As Hannah's conscience was distract by her thoughts, her body seemed to take on a mind of its own, responding to the physical need that it felt. One of her hands snaked it's way from his neck and up into his silky blonde hair. She ran her fingers through the strands and sighed into the kiss at the softness of his hair between her fingers. She moaned as his hands gripped her backside and his tongue worked it's way into her mouth. When he tried to pull away her body reacted by pulling him back as gently as possible to continue the kiss. When she realized what she was doing she pulled back, a crimson blush coating her cheeks. She was so ashamed of herself for losing her self-control like that.

She removed her arms from his neck and brought them back in front of her as she tried to take a few steps back, away from Deluge. She kept her head bowed as the blush refused to go away. She hadn't meant to loose control like that, and she was certain that it was far from ladylike to do something like that. "Please forgive me. That was very unladylike of me, and I do apologize. I will do what I can to conduct myself in a manner that is proper for young woman." She kept her head down as she spoke, afraid to look at him, afraid that he would judge her as easy, or some simple slut for her behavior. She was far from being either of those things, and she'd hated for her future husband to become disgusted with her over her forward actions.

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge smiled into their kiss as she let him deepen the kiss, and the smile only widened as she finally pulled away, the crimson stain across her cheeks rather prominent. He waved away her concern.

"Do not concern yourself too much with your behavior. It was a kiss that I initiated, and I could only have some small idea of how you might react." The lie rolled off his tongue easily as he had known nearly perfectly how she might respond. Besides - whores, harlots, perverts of all kinds - this was his domain. Despite her words, and how much she meant them, and how much she may have wanted to follow them, her flushed skin betrayed her in so many ways.

He could practically see the hormones in her body, the heat that had rushed to the apex of her thighs in the form of blood, preparing her. This engorgement of her pelvic area had the effect of making her rather wet. Deluge could smell it, and he fixed her with a grin.

"As you wish. You will find that the rules of my household, in regard to your sexual conduct especially, is rather... lax." He beamed. "So the first room is yours. If you would like I will have Adam see to your bags and make sure you get settled in. There is an adjoining bathroom, so feel free to take your ease there as you desire. Supper is promptly at six." He lifted his hand and glanced at his watch. "It is now precisely 4:52. I presume that an hour is sufficient time for you to relax and prepare yourself?"

 

[Lila Lupin]

"That should be more than enough time. If you'll excuse me, I should go and get ready." She said before turning to head to her room after bidding Deluge farewell for the moment. She was surprised to see that one of her bags was already in the room. She was very glad because this bag held some of her dresses, and her iPod. She hated showering without music, though she wasn't entirely sure why. She sighed in frustration as she closed the door behind her. He had succeeded in sexually frustrating her quite well, and she hoped deep down inside that he didn't act this way with every woman he met. She imagined that he must have though, but she wouldn't make any assumptions just yet. She wanted this marriage to be a rather pleasant one after all.

When she entered the bathroom with her things she nearly dropped them on the ground. The bathroom was beautiful, and grand. She was rather surprised at the beauty of it all, and for a minute she felt like a princess, but then she shook the thought from her head and proceeded to prepare herself for dinner. As she washed her hair she listened to the music that played, as it's soft sweet tones washed over her, much like the water that ran down her skin. The music calmed her, allowed her to relax as she then got out and proceeded to finish getting ready.

As she stepped out of the bathroom she heard a knock at her door. "One moment." She said just loud enough for the person behind the door to hear as she put the dirty clothes on the edge of her bed for the moment and made her way to the door. She smoothed out any wrinkles that there might have been on her green dress before opening the door. She smile at Adam as he informed her that it was nearly time to eat. He showed her to the dining hall where she was to dine with Master Whitecrest, as Adam had put it. As they walked her mind wandered back to the events that had happened less than an hour before. She shook the thoughts from her head though as she made her way into the dining hall.

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge was rather familiar with the bath adjoining the room that Hannah had picked. He had once caught the Lady Frant bathing there. That had proven to be a rather interesting intrusion... in more ways than one. He smiled at the memory and closed his eyes as he pictured the bath and what Hannah might be doing.

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However, as the dinner hour approached he swiftly prepared. He'd showered once this day, so simply changed his clothes into something a bit more appropriate. The suit was almost silver in color and the green tie, the exact shade of Hannah's dress coincidentally, was perfectly knotted. He exited his room and made his way to the dining hall, following the wonderful smells which emanated from there.

The cook, Mrs. Sinnoch, Sin for short, had produced a fine meal for them. A wonderful beef roast, complete with jacketed potatoes as well as carrots, was the main course. There were also rolls and butter, the bread steaming and fresh from the oven.

"It smells wonderful, Sin." he said. Just then he could sense the approach of Adam and Hannah. He turned and welcomed her to the dining hall.

"You look lovely Hannah." he said, and meant every word.

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah felt entirely out of place in the grand dining hall, and even more so when she saw how nice Deluge looked. The cook smiled at her as she entered and she curtsied politely returning the smile. She then focused her attention on Deluge, who looked absolutely stunning. She felt rather plain compared to her fiance's attire, and the grand dining hall that she now stood in. While Hannah had grown up in a mansion everything felt more familiar, and she and her mother had always helped with the chores around the house. A light blush fell on her cheeks when he commented on her appearance and she bowed her head slightly, trying to keep her wits about her at all times.

"Merci, Monsieur Whitecrest. You look very handsome." She said as she smiled, a rather genuine smile as she spoke. She kept her manners about her and complimented the Mrs. Sinnoch on the wonderful cooking. She hoped that perhaps as she stayed here she could convince her to allow her to help in preparing the meals. She was enjoying the meal, and the company of her betrothed as a thought struck her mind. She wondered why he had chosen to help her family, and what he really was, but she kept her thoughts to herself, smiling as she held a comfortable conversation in her attempt to better get to know her fiance.

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge and Hannah spoke at length about various things as the meal progressed, and found their banter rather to their liking. Though it was obvious that there was some tension and awkwardness between them, the friendly chatter and wine with dinner helped ease that way. Once they had finished eating Deluge told Sinnoch to hold their desserts for later, and invited Hannah to instead accompany him on a walk.

"I have many gardens, all with wonderful pathways to walk upon. I would be delighted to have you accompany me on an evening stroll." He made the offer with a rather disarming smile, and then stood and extended his hand to her.

The late October evening was cool, but not yet cold, and the ocean air from the coastline helped to mitigate most of the chill. The setting sun cast a deep umber glow over the estate, leaving long thin shadows to their backs. Deluge escorted her as they walked out of the rear entrance of the manse and along the pebblestone pathway. The pathway wound round beds of flowers at first, but the soon moved into a more heavily wooded area. The pathway was light by small luminescent lights to either side, making the stroll rather safe.

A slight shiver from Hannah had deluge showing his more gentlemanly side as he removed his jacket and draped it about her shoulders, knowing full well that his scent permeated the fabric. The scent of a forest after a cleansing rain, earthy, yet clean, and with a hint of some unidentifiable spice. He wondered what might affect Hannah more - that smell, or what he had in mind to do in a few moments.

A small stream followed alongside the pathway, lined with large rocks covered in moss. Deluge decided that he might as well make things official. He stopped, her arm in his dictating that unless she pull forcefully away that she stop as well.

"Hannah," he began, "I know that this was all thrust upon you with little warning. That was never my intention. I had made the assumption, wrongly, that your parents would have informed you sooner of the deal that was struck, at least in a serious manner. For that I apologize. Though I am sure that you have some idea of who and what I am, I can assure you that I will make your life here as enjoyable as I can. In all the ways that I can."

He let the innuendo hang there for a moment before he continued. "I have a feeling that in many ways this is all a fantasy, a dream. That it must seem unreal to you, or surreal at the least. I need to know that I have you here, that you believe. Believe that I can love you, and that I do hope you can love me as well. So..."

With that same amazing alacrity that she witnessed earlier Deluge had dropped to one knee, his eyes piercing her almost as if he gazed at her soul. The ring box was open before she knew it, and those words were tumbling from his mouth.

"Hannah Michelle Dubon, will you be my wife?"

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah was greatly enjoying the topic of their conversation and was starting to relax around the man she was seated by. She was becoming more relaxed as the evening drew on. At one point during the conversation they began talking about her dancing. She mentioned that she had been trained in both ballroom dancing and ballet, and that her original focus had be on ballroom dancing, until an event, to which she did not go into, happened when she was 17, causing her to change her focus to ballet. When he stood and asked her to accompany him on evening stroll she placed her hand in his with a smile as she rose to her feet.

"I would be absolutely delighted to accompany you." She said as she gently hooked her arm in his as they walked. She was rather impressed with the gardens. She'd always loved the outdoors, and as a child she preferred to practice outside. She loved the way the trees looked, with the way the leaves were changing. She was enjoying the walk and the rather comfortable temperature when she felt a slightly cool breeze that made her shiver. She smiled as he slipped his jacket from his shoulders and draped it around her own.

"Thank you, Monsieur." Hannah smiled as she took in the scent that permeated the jacket that was hanging around her shoulders. It gave her a sense of security, much like being held in Deluge's arms earlier that afternoon had. She was enjoying the view, and the smell that surrounded her quite comfortably when Deluge stopped, and she did as well.

She looked at him as he began to speak to her, and did her best to absorb what he was saying. She had kept reminding herself that this was no dream, and no fairytale throughout the day, but this made it that much more real. As he talked about her having an idea of who, and what he was it clicked. "Are you saying that the fairytale my mother used to read to me, is real?" She was taken aback by the idea that demons existed, and that her fiance was not just one of them, but the demon of Lust.

Suddenly all her reactions earlier began to make much more sense, but for some reason she couldn't find it in herself to be terrified. He had done nothing to hurt her, and even now he was apologizing for something that was not his fault. He was asking her to believe in what was happening, to believe that he could love her, and that she, in turn, could love him as well. She was very taken aback, trying to process all of this at once.

She was thinking about how lucky she was that he was kind and understanding of her. He had been such a gentleman to her, and he was very kind, but now that she was certain of what he was, she was worried about what he would expect from her. She was thinking about what was going on and listening to his words when she noticed him drop down to one knee.

Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled out the ring. She looked into his eyes as she swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts, and before she'd even realized she'd done so she'd answered him. "Yes, Deluge Whitecrest, I will."

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge did wonder, briefly, about what had happened with her dance career. Yet as she skirted the subject nearly entirely, he was able to venture a guess that her virginity was lost in whatever incident she spoke of.

Her emotions played across her face, most of them easily readable. Yet he could not bring himself to lie to her when she posed her query. "That fairy tale is very real. I am merely known here, on this plane, as Deluge. Perhaps, in time, I will tell you my true name. Maybe even show you my true form. But you are not yet ready for such things. For now we will keep things simple."

Then Hannah had accepted his proposal and his desire for her grew. She was to be his. Were he not on his best behavior he'd have taken her right then. Laid her in the grass and... Deluge smiled up at her. "You make me very happy." He took her left hand and slipped the ring into place on her ring-finger, where it sparkled brilliantly, even in the low light.

Then he stood in one smooth motion and stood before the woman that was to be his wife. "Hannah." he said softly, almost reverently, as if saying her name for the first time. Tasting it. Basking in its warmth. Once they were wed his longevity would extend to her - her gift for accepting him in that union. He'd have her for eternity, forever his, forever youthful. His loins stirred as he looks at her, her silken skin cast in a golden glow from the setting sun.

He stepped into her, unashamed of the arousal now becoming more evident beneath the fabric of his pants. That extension of his desire prodded at her softly as his head tilted downward and his mouth met hers. This kiss was different than last time, hungry and passionate, fierce. He made no effort to draw in his aura of power and let it wash over the woman in his arms, even as his hips rolled once, the thick rod of his want rubbing at her.

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah blushed as he stepped into her, unashamed of his obvious attraction to her. She relished the way he said her name. It made her feel wanted, and revered. A feeling she wasn't used to having. In her life, ever since her incident 8 years ago she had kept herself guarded, waiting for the right guy to come along, not wanting to make the same mistake again. She'd focused on her career, and forgone dating for quite sometime. Even when she had dated her relationships had never been this close, nor comfortable. She was always guarded, but now, in the arms of a man that was undeniably attracted to her, she felt wanted, and safe.

The way he held her spoke in more ways than words ever could. It was as if he were making a silently proclaiming she was his, and he would have it no other way. The way he gazed at her, as if he could see her very soul, made her feel uneasy. She didn't want him to know her secret, but she also knew that he would find out eventually, and with the way he was touching her, and the way his body was obviously reacting, it seemed as though it would be happening sooner rather than later.

She was about to open her mouth to speak as he kissed her once again. The passion in this kiss was much different than the one they had shared before, and despite how she wanted to keep herself in check, her body reacted quite differently. Her arms slowly snaked their way up to rest around his neck, one of her hands finding it's way into his silky blonde hair once again. She relished in the feeling as she had once before, and returned the kiss. She felt inadequate compared to his experience. That thought brought her back to her situation.

She pulled away from him, her flushed face pointed downwards, but not in embarrassment this time. This time she hide her face in shame as she took a deep breath. She was trying to prepare herself, trying to figure out how to say this in the easiest way. "Deluge." She looked at him as she said his name with that melodious voice of hers as she tried to gather her thoughts. The silence between them was nearly painful for her as she decided on how to explain this to him. "I have a question. Have you ever been married before?" She asked him with a sort of sadness in her eyes, She wasn't asking out of sheer curiosity, though she was most certainly curious, she was leading up to something. She averted her eyes and looked down once more as she continued. "I ask because..." She took in a deep breath before continuing, expecting shouting and anger from him when she was finished.

"I'm not a virgin." She took a deep breath, trying to keep her wits about her. "I did not fully keep my end of the bargain, and I completely understand if this upsets you. My lack of knowledge of this arrangement is no excuse, but please do not blame my parents..." Her voice was becoming shaky as she spoke, as if it were a difficult subject for her to touch on. "They had no idea, and still don't. It was a mistake that I made a long time ago, and I understand if you no longer want me, but please, I'll do anything, just, please, don't punish my parents." She was pleading with him at this point, and she chanced a glance at him as she finished speaking. Her eyes held unshed tears in them as and showed her shame as she looked at him, hoping that he would not be too upset with her. Praying that if he was he that would take out his wrath on her, instead of her parents.

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge smiled as she seemed to accept and enjoy the affection, yet before he knew it she was stepping back. Her eyes cast downward he knew she was about to say something of some import. He listened and said nothing, having learned long ago that not all advice or response was needed or asked for. Sometimes people just needed to talk, and he was more than willing to listen. It really didn't cost him anything but time. He had plenty of that.

Yet her revelation came as a bit of a surprise. He'd already known, was becoming more keenly in touch with her physicality - her wants and her needs. The confession, for that is what it was, was poignant, and he could tell that she was hurt by it in many ways. He wondered if perhaps she'd been taken in a way that had not been mutually fulfilling, or even mutually consensual. The thought, quite frankly, filled him with rage. She had been meant for him. Not to be touched by another. Of course he would not blame her parents. But somebody would pay, most assuredly. Someone would be the target of his ire.

It would not be Hannah.

Deluge closed the gap between them again, though with the supreme control he had over his physiology his arousal was gone and he embraced her as he spoke softly, "I do not blame you for any of this Hannah. You have my word that you nor your family will suffer no reprisals. As for my marital status, I have had a wife before, but it was long ago. Long before your family ever existed." Though his voice never wavered it was not terribly difficult to pick out the tinge of regret.

He pushed it down and smiled softly at her, almost lovingly. "There is nothing to be ashamed of Hannah. I will not lie. I desire you. I mean to have you. Yet I want the lust to be mutual. Shared. I will give you the time you need."

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah was afraid as she waited for his response. She could feel that he was most certainly upset, but she thought that he was upset with her, and not with the person that had taken what was his. When he moved to close the space between them she expected anger, and violence, but was instead greeted with comfort, and tenderness. Hannah's fear began to melt away as he embraced her, and she listened to him speak. His words eased her fears, and her pain at the momentary re-visitation of that moment in her past.

His voice was comforting as it washed over her, and she let it do just that. She allowed the words to wash over her, and comfort her, just as his scent did. She relished the safety that she felt in his arms, and wanted to prolong the moment. When he spoke of having been married once before, and she heard the tinge of regret in his voice she wondered what might have happened. She wanted to ask him, but she knew that now was not the time for such conversations. She was comforted when he promised that no harm would come to her, or her family, and he told her that he did not blame her.

A blush dusted her cheeks as she listened to him speak of wanting her. It touched her that he wanted her to lust for him as he so obviously did for her, and she could not help but feel the sincerity in his voice. His smile warmed her heart and made her feel a closeness that she was not used to feeling. As he stopped speaking she looked into his eyes, the nervousness in her own still there but for a different reason. She reached up with one of her delicate hands and cupped his cheek, in a very affectionate manner before speaking. "Thank you, Deluge."

Her words were simple, and quiet, but her eyes and her following actions spoke volumes. She smiled gently, the nervousness in her eyes was evident, but there was also something else in them.

Trust.

She reached up and kissed him, letting her arms slip around his neck, and giving him full control. She had no reason to be afraid of him, especially with the kindness and understanding he had just shown her. She wasn't sure why, but it didn't bother her to kiss him. She trusted him not to hurt her, he'd given her no reason to do otherwise, so she was relinquishing control, allowing him to take this kiss to wherever he wanted it to go.

 

[Haruchai]

Deluge was surprised at her action, and he felt that small familiar kernel within her now. It would not be long, should she continue to feed and foster it, before her desire for him was plentiful. Overflowing. Needful.

The press of her hand to his cheek was welcome, and then she tilted her head upwards and kissed him. Her arm wrapped about his neck and pulled him down, her mouth welcoming his. In truth it was the first true kiss he'd experienced in a long time. Not a kiss brought about by pure lust, or greed, or in trying to influence him in any way.

Though it certainly did.

He could not stamp back the moan that rode the back of that kiss and he wondered briefly just what type of woman Hannah was, that could elicit such a response from him. Deluge did not fight the feelings that now ran through him, and he deepened the kiss as he pulled her tightly to him, his arousal now back in full force and pressing at her insistently. His presence in her arms seemed to grow and become almost palpable until it was only them. No manse. No gardens. No burgeoning moonlight.

Simply the two of them, caught in a reckless embrace. Deluge's tongue teased into her mouth as he bent her back slightly, and she was soon completely enveloped in him. His aura was warm and welcoming, providing safety and shelter, protection from the horrible world outside that oft provided a twisted mockery of what he and Hannah now possessed - a germination of a seed of affection, true affection. Deluge was thrilled.

His hands slid along her form, fingers memorizing every curve and soft inch of her. Once more his hands came to rest upon the swell of her backside, that firm curvature unable to be ignored. Though this time his hands deftly began to lift her skirt.

 

[Lila Lupin]

Hannah moaned as he returned the kiss, his desire pressing into her inner thigh. She was enjoying the tenderness of the kiss, until he turned it into something more. The moan that rode on the back of the kiss made her heart flutter. The thought that she could draw that kind of reaction from the demon of lust made her feel a bit better of her own capabilities as she let his aura wrap around her. She felt her own arousal growing in the pit of her stomach as he drew her tightly to him. She welcomed the feelings of safety and security that he offered as he held her.

The hand that hand been pressed to his cheek slowly made it's way down his neck, her fingers leaving only feather light touches in their wake as it slowly made its way down to his chest, where her hand rested for a moment before moving back to his shoulder where it rested. She had become so lost in the kiss that she forgot where they were, that they were in the gardens, where any one could have walked in on them. Even if she had noticed, she was too lost in the moment to care as she reciprocated the affections that he lavished her with.

She allowed him to bend her slightly as her tongue danced with his inside her mouth. She arched into him as his fingers trailed along her form. She felt a calmness that she hadn't felt since she hadn't felt in 8 years. Even as his hands made their way to her backside, and began to lift her skirt, she felt as though she could trust him, though a small part of her thought that perhaps they should take their display someone more private. She pulled back from him slightly to speak. "We shouldn't be doing this here."

She was being a proper lady, as usual, but she wasn't suggesting that they stop, simply that they take it somewhere more...private.