‘Say something, please…’ I pleaded, looking at him, when more than a minute had passed. He looked me dead in the eye with still his still icy ex...ression and I felt the tears well up. I brushed them away not wanting to him to think I was manipulating him but I felt truly scared that I had ruined everything. He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. He hugged his arms tighter to his chest before finally speaking. ‘ I think you should go,’ he stated simply, ‘I’ll be in touch.’ He. Well, I was born. Doomed before I even began. Sucks, huh? If that whole story sounds incredible to you, imagine what it must have sounded like to me. Shortly after I graduated from Law school, my parents sat me down and talked to me. They revealed to me the awful truth. I didn’t believe them. Not long after, the Demon Lord Aeshma Daeva manifested himself to me. He appeared as a tall, decent-looking White guy in his early forties. And he wanted to make a deal with me. Now, I might be new to all. As a result I had to concentrate on not moving at all resulting in muscle stress, sweat and an overall hatred of myself for picking this position.As usually happened I was soon lost in a world of lust and was dreaming of Trish finding me like this and taking charge over my body. I?d call her mistress and she would punish me when I was bad. When I was good she would let me lick her pussy and might even make me cum. I learned how to rotate my hips just right to keep the Hitachi where it needed to. She nodded curtly to the frightened servants who scurried to meet her. They were doubtful at first of who it might be, she had been sixteen years old when her father first threw her out of his palace, saying he never wanted to see her unnatural face again. She was not old enough to be a proper officer but because of her great strategic skills they let her go to the troop with her brother. She came with the brother here on leave, both of them smartly turned out in red Sietter uniform. The father.