15. Devoted, but WanderingCreed

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DEVOTED, BUT WANDERING

CREED

I 'm completely captivated by the angelic demon woman. When she assumed a human form, she was stunningly beautiful. A person who has no difficulty in finding male companions. She didn't have to resort to her succubus nature to ensnare him. Beautiful soulful emerald eyes, long vibrant silky curls, skin so fair you would think it had never been touched by the sun, and a smile so brilliant you could feel the joy.

Just by looking at her now, I can't help but wonder how luminous she must have been in Heaven. We knew there was someone he was fixated on, but he always kept their identity hidden from us. If she held such a pull on me now, I can only envision her allure as an angelic being.

I can't help but think that it would have been better if Samael hadn't hidden her from us before the fall. It was hard to tell how this all would have ended if we had been allowed to get to know her before all this darkness.

The people at the club call her Mara, but I know that's not her given name. When she was given life in Heaven, she was known as Eisheth. No one wanted to let go of our heritage, but she had no choice but to stop using it when she vanished from Samael's side. Moreover, the name was so distinct that it would pose a challenge for most people to pronounce. In order to fit in and blend with the people in the place she would call home, Mara had no choice.

Witnessing her partial shift to the demon the other day didn't take away from her beauty. Despite being a fatal demoness, she remains beautiful and vibrant, defying expectations. When she experiences a partial transformation of her body, the darkest shadows of night cling to her red hair, eradicating the fiery color completely. Small delicate fingers change into claws so sharp that they could sever a person into two pieces. Is it just the dark side of me that is transfixed by the darkness in her?

Tonight is the night I'm meant to enter her house and clarify our purpose. I'm not afraid of her causing me any harm. That will be easily prevented by my shadows. The thought of Samael discovering her terrifies me, as I could lose her forever. As if I have a chance now to keep her safe. It's unwise to go against the commander. Getting caught would result in the end of my life.

The discovery of these feelings towards her both confuse and thrill me. It was a shock when I felt more of a draw to keep her safe and away from Samael, than to capture her and turn her over to him. That her natural allure was so mesmerizing and before I knew it, I was under her thrall, and she wasn't even aware of it.

Staying in the darkest depths of the shadows, I reach her back porch; I sit and wait for her to come home. It doesn't take long before she pulls up in a late model pearl white pickup. As the headlights skim the edge of the house, everything around us fades into utter darkness when she promptly switches them off and discreetly opens and shuts the driver's side door.

When she reaches the backside of the property, her feet slide on the gravel. I anxiously hold my breath as she turns the corner. She freezes where she stands. As she scans the area, her face contorts with a frown. She must have the ability to detect me, but is uncertain about what she is perceiving.

Mara continues to scan the area, briefly fixating on the spot where I'm concealed. There was a brief moment where I thought she had caught sight of me standing by the back door, seeing beyond the shadows.When it became evident that she wouldn't discover what she was searching for, she turned slowly towards the house, her posture tense. Her behavior was far from ladylike as she shook her head and emitted a grunt.

It dawns on me how sexily Mara is dressed, and how the noise she just produced contradicts her appearance. The majority of her skin has been left exposed, showcasing its milky texture. The dress she wore is a deep black, with one shoulder exposed and the other concealed under a flowing sleeve. Her abdomen is adorned with gold embroidery, while her breasts are showcased through a central chest opening. The back of the clothing touches the ground, but the front is cut into a triangle with the point facing downwards. Her upper thighs are exposed, displaying her toned and elongated legs accentuated by golden high-heeled shoes. The wrist, bare of a sleeve, is adorned with golden bangles, and her red hair is partially tied up, allowing her face to remain visible.

Finally, she ascends the unstable stairs, passing by me. An involuntary shiver emits from her, as though she can feel my presence, even though she cannot see me. Mara unlocks the door after moving a board aside, and with stealth, she makes her way into the house. Before she has a chance to shut the door, I quietly slip in and find the main floor illuminated by candles.

"Mist," she says down the hall to her right. "Are you here?"

I tuck myself further away in the darkness, wedged between the old entry bench and the door, just as a tiny alien entity scuttled down the hallway. How did Hell minions end up here? Was Samael aware that they had managed to escape? He couldn't know. If he found out, he would track them down and locate them. Discovering they had been serving his coveted succubus, they'd be captured and returned home with no way to escape.

The doll-like minion appears to adore her mistress, attempting a small smile as she gazes up at her.

"Yes, Mara," she replied. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I'm exhausted. Would you mind running me a bath? It was a really long night at work, and on top of that, one of the customers asked me to accompany him to an event afterwards."

"Of course, Mistress. I will do it right away." She turns to go upstairs and pauses before turning to face her master once again. "Can Smoke help with anything? Recently, he has been showing signs of restlessness."

"Is it possible for him to locate a robe for me? Maybe a fuzzy blanket and a movie?" she asks sheepishly. "I'm in the mood to do something typically human tonight - just chill out."

"He would be more than happy to." Mist smiles again. "I'll prepare your bath while I send him to locate those items. Is there a particular movie you have in mind?"

"Nope. I'm open to watching anything from horror to a chick flick." Mara smiles at her as if

another memory crosses her mind. "I need to ask you for one more favor. Do you know where Smoke put my clothes and the dark paper from the other day with those men?"

"Yes, they are in the wall in your room. I believe humans call it a dumbwaiter," she replies. The lack of movement in the white mask's lips made her voice seem more distant than it actually is.

"Thank you. Could you please lay the paper on the bed for me?"

With a nod, Mist swiftly made her way up the stairs. I find myself transfixed, observing Mara and immersing myself in her surroundings. I can tell she is troubled and completely drained. I am unsure about her recent activities, but I'm pretty confident she wasn't at the club because I could smell blood on her. She was engaged in another activity. I must pay closer attention to when she comes and goes. When she departs, I'll have to tail her to learn what she's doing.

However, I still have to discuss our behind-the-scenes situation with Samael and us. It's crucial for me to choose the right approach when dealing with her. She heads up the stairs before I can even contemplate it. On her way to take that bath, she craves. I am paying close attention as she expresses her thanks to the minion. Not long after, I hear the sound of tiny footsteps and a door squeaking. Allowing for some time to pass, I begin my journey to the second floor to face the situation head-on.

Like Mara, I follow the same path, going up the stairs and down the hallway, quietly looking into each open doorway as I move along the floor. Spotting a candle flickering in the room ahead, I navigate my way towards it. Making my way through the small opening, I am taken aback by what awaits me.

Mara, in the corner, pleasuring herself. In a state of ecstasy, her head is tilted back, eyes closed, and body squirming as her fingers move inside her pussy. I silently lean against the wall shadowed by an old armoire. Watching her, I couldn't stop my reaction. So erotic is the scene before me, my erection grows on its own accord , my pants become increasingly uncomfortable. I make an effort to avoid acting like a dishonorable male, but the tension becomes unbearable and I must find a way to relieve it.

I'm scolding myself for choosing to wear leather pants and a belt. Gradually and cautiously, I release the buckle, unbutton my pants, and discreetly pull down the zipper. Unrestrained by underwear, my cock springs forth, fully erect and ready for action. While looking for something to use as a lubricant, I come across a small pool of oil on the sink's edge.

Reaching slowly, I silently swipe the liquid off of the porcelain and begin to rub my length. I watch the erotic image, biting my lip and increasing my pace, intensifying the sensation. Imagining my cock pounding into her pussy. It's getting increasingly challenging to keep my gaze fixed on Mara as my legs tremble.

I feel my heart accelerating and I have to make an effort to keep my breaths calm. My muscles tense and my cock gets rock hard. I turn to face the corner as hot streams of cum erupt from the tip. Taking a moment to collect myself, I glance back to witness Mara finding her own release. I spy a discarded child size shirt under a nearby foot locker and flip it inside out before wiping up my mess.

In the process of readjusting my pants, I pivot and end up backing into the corner once again, only to witness Mara submerging herself in the tub. Making sure the floor below me was clear, I lower to sitting and allow myself this time to recover from one of the best orgasms I've had in a long time.