We'd even exchanged pleasantries in an effort to lighten the mood as we passed like ships in the night. The night of despair for the both of us. It wa... a cruel irony for the pair of us that our meeting should be one initiated by tragedy, but that's how life goes, as one door closes another door opens, or so they say.After our first cuddle in the corridor, you tried to comfort me every time you saw me. I was happy for you to do it, and I know you didn't need to. Your mum died over three months. The point being his mother was someone that never knew his father really was. Still, she was highly devoted to him, to a practically fanatic level at times, likely the result of some sort of fiendish ability or magic, or at least its lingering effects.Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and everything associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted;. ” We both swayed a bit when we stood up, but steadied ourselves enough to get to the elevator in the lobby. When the doors closed behind us Dave immediately closed the distance between us, planted a vigorous kiss on my lips and clamped his hand on my crotch. “Down, boy,” I said, but as he pulled away I cupped his balls and gave them a friendly tug. Only now did I take a look at him. Not especially good-looking, I thought, but solid, well-built. A good-sized dick, probably, judging by the. He loved women's breasts, they fancinated him. So soft, so tender the slightest bit of pain could bring tears to a woman's eyes. He looked up at the woman's eyes. They were beautiful, green, filled with fear and hate for him. He loved it, loved scaring the women he captured for his boss, loved the thrill he got from it not to mention the perks. He kissed the soft flesh under her left breast and began to lick and bite his way down her stomach. Mark was careful not to leave a mark, the Boss.