Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - Chapter 121

As we are out of the public area we start to get a little more comfortable, closing in once more for a kiss, but, of course, I suddenly realize that we are not truly alone, so with an angry tsk, slightly annoyed at the constant interruptions at this point, I start to look around, alert, knowing that it was an unknown creature, or rather, that they were not elf nor human by how their steps did not make a sound, which only doubles the anger I feel at the creature, especially when I find it watching us on the side.

Like, seriously dude? Shush, shush, private matters will ya?

“Oh, did I interrupt something? Please don’t mind me, go on.” They say, motioning with his hand ina carefree way, innocently, as if it didn’t sound odd at all.

Of course we didn’t continue with our private chat, especially with him standing there, intending to watch us on the side.

Creep.

“Oh, come on! Now that things were getting spicy! Tsk, have to practice my stealth skills!” The intruder says, annoyed.

You, my good sir, have no right to be annoyed! You just ruined our little moment! We stay days apart for you to intrude and have the face to get annoyed by it?

Deep breaths now, deep breaths.

…As I calm down I soon realize that the creature was, in the end, just a pervert, and intruding one. Still, his abilities to sneak up on others were quite good; just not better than my own, of course.

That realization makes me look at him with a hint of disgust… but even after that I start to truly look at him, pass the layer of revulsion that has raised between us, taking his appearance in detail for the first time.

He had a very red fierce hair, cut short but with volume, and an inviting olive skin, very exposed as his abs and arms were out in the open, his curves well defined, not a hint of fat on his body, as if carved by hand out of a l.u.s.tful dream. And worst of all is that, to complete the image, was his naughty expression, inviting forward to have a taste of him, with no shame at all.

Oh, and of course, before I forget to mention, there is a pair of red bat wings on his back too, as well as a long red tail that ended in a spiky arrowhead.

“Helraya, I presume?”

“In the flesh.” He says, mockingly bowing down.

“Oh, so you are… the demon traitor?” He doesn’t seem to like the tone of voice I use, nor the choice of words, but instead of confronting me he decides to change the subject and ignore what I just said.

“No, but, seriously, you can continue, I can sense the s.e.x.u.a.l frustration from this far, please let it lose a little, I can even give some tips along the way…” He says, raising his eyebrows.

“A-th-what?” I ask, too embarrasse- I mean, too angry to form words. How dare he to be this-this impolite?!

“S-shut up! What are you saying? Don’t be silly! What s.e.x.u.a.l frustration are you talking about?! We are totally not- frustrated you know!”

“Yeah… right…” He says, not believing me. “You know,…?”

“Thilgon.”

“You know, Thilgon, I’m the kind of demon that you cannot hide that type of stuff from, if you feel me…” I look at him, not understanding, turning my head sideways and letting my ear fall with the movement.

He opens his mouth to speak, but before he does so he takes my appearance in and says: “Ok, that was actually quite cute.”

I frown. Wait, cute? What is he calling cute, me?! Before I could say anything, however, Leonel pulls me behind him and covers my line of sight with his broad-back and his tall ass doesn’t leave me any space to peek, oi!

“Don’t look at him for too long, I may get the urge to poke your eyes out.”

“Oh wow hold there tiger, I’m just being nice ok? Not poking any nails in that nest of bees if you feel me.” He jokes, but even though I’m unable to see his face I can discern by the mere sound of his voice that his promise… was not really trustworthy.

Not that if he changed the way he says things would make me trust him, a traitor to begin with, but… let just say he wasn’t helping his own cause.

“Anyway~~”He says, dragging the words. Sounds like someone is having fun. “Thanks for securing me a safe place among the elves.”

“Is only if you prove to be worth it.” Leonel says, his voice was turning colder by the second.

“I know, I know, don’t need to be so stiff, geez, so different from how you are with him. Anyway!” He claps his hands, as if trying to change the subject, or rather, trying to easy up the heavy atmosphere he created by joking around with Leo, and continues: “Let’s find a place to chat more privately shall we?”

At least on that we could agree on.

We find a private room to have our little reunion, guided by Leonel of course because I had no clue about the layout of this place.

For such a big residence it was bound to have many rooms, and plenty of space for meeting rooms, even more when it was made for the purpose of accommodating guests and for reuniting the elves.

I look over as Leonel opens the door for me, his icy gaze always staring daggers at the demon, and enter as I glace around the wide room, plants growing on the ceiling and some thin green branches swinging downwards, but since the ceiling was so high up none reached the top of our heads, falling with grace and giving an outdoors look to the room, the light united with it as little balls shone amidst the little branches, sometimes hanging too.

The furniture was made of gold, but not in a clunky way, but harmonically, with thin bent metal that draws leaves and branches like of a small tree on the gold, spreading like an antler.

The demon strolls in as if owning the place; making me think that such bold trait must be common to his kind; and sits in one of the chairs, resting his two feet on top of a small stool.

“So let’s cut the chase, shall we?” He says, as if we were the ones who owed him a favor, motioning towards the chairs around with his hand for us to take a sit. “Ask away, I’m all ears.” He finishes, spreading his arms and crossing them at the back of his head, very at ease.

I don’t know, but that is something on that face of his that makes me want to smack him. Hard.

At that, as we sat for this long talk, Leonel looks at me, wisely giving me control over the situation, entrusting the questioning to me.

“How about we start talking about what the hell are you?”

“Ah, that a good one!” He says, suddenly excited and going to the edge of his sit. “How about a little guessing game Thilgon~?”

Of course it was a rhetorical question and, without waiting for my response, he suddenly turns serious, his wings founding back and his tail gone, eyes fixed on mine and holding hiss gaze in place, eyes shining and…shaping?

I blink twice and, widening my eyes, watch a strange figure standing before me, a… very handsome elf with bright blue eyes, long pointy ears and long blond hair pulled back to show even more of the perfect features he had.

Confused I frown, then raise an eyebrow when I recognize the voice that’s speaking from the strange elf.

“How cute, I look like an elf.” He says ironically, his eyes going from me to Leonel on the side.

I was still watching as my eyes go down a little only for me to realize that he was still without a shirt, the long blond hair falling over his white skin, barely managing to cover some special spots, but leaving plenty on sight, especially the abs and… I look up, clenching my teeth, suddenly angrily embarrassed.

W-what?! If someone walked at you with no shirt on his just natural to have a peek right? Especially when it is worth it…

“Wait… are you Helraya?”

“Bingo!”

“B-But how?” I look, stupefied with the view of such handsome elf.

“I’m a succubus, I can change forms towards what appeals to you the most. Well, at least we, high-level ones can.” Before I could inquire more, however, I can hear wood cracking on the side and, looking towards the sound, find that Leonel was looking at him with a very intense gaze, his features frozen but not fooling me once for I could see how livid he was beneath, especially when his hand holding the wooden table had just cracked it and a cold smile spreads on his lips, promising hell later.

“Helraya…” He stretches out his name, as if speaking slowly was the only way he could manage some words out. “Change back, please?”

“O-of course!” Says the demon, not even daring to look in my direction as he changes back to his other form, but this time as a woman demon.

“S-see? All better now, r-right?”

I think Leonel has just scared this demon stiff.