Chapter 85: THE BONDS THAT BIND
Velmoria took in deep breaths, in an attempt to calm herself down, even if it was slightly. Her fingers dug into her palms tightly, as she found her eyes stuck on Lady Darvia. She took in the way the young noble smiled at the other two demons, the way she laughed at something Lady Seraphine had said. The way her eyes seemed to light up with every word that the older demons said.
Young Lady Darvia, for lack of a better way to say it, was like a ball of sugar, sweet from the way she smiled, to the way she talked, to the way she showed her excitement by waving her arms around as she told a story that seemed to interest the two other demons who were with her. Velmoria’s feet were planted to the spot, her heart pounding so hard against her ribs, so much that it felt that it may burst free.
She was young.
Velmoria knew that she was much older than the young demon was. Succubi tended to look much younger than their actual age, so she looked so terribly similar to the way she had in the two hundred years that she had been working for the demon king. However, although she looked young, did not mean that she was not so painfully old.
Lady Immera and Lady Seraphine looked at Young Lady Darvia the way one would look when they were indulging a child. Because she was a child! Despite that, Velmoria found that her focus was entirely consumed by the lingering heat of Darvia’s presence close to her, the intoxicating scent of her skin, and the maddening inexplicable hunger that was gnawing on her insides.
Velmoria had to give her thighs a painful pinch to try to calm herself down.
It was not enough pain to get her mind out of the gutters, but it was enough for her body to calm down just a little to allow her body to move.
’This is ridiculous,’ Velmoria thought to herself as she turned her body to slink away. Her movements felt as stiff as she imagined they looked.
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, as she realized that the hunger she had been feeling since morning was not the same she had gotten used to over the years, in the time that she had been a full fledged succubus. This was not the usual craving for energy, or lustful indulgence that came with her being the race that she was.
The intensity of it was consuming.
Before she could escape into the shadows as she had intended, the garden doors creaked open again, drawing Velmoria’s attention like a magnet. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end before she even saw him.