The Way of a Demon Lord - Chapter 227

Christina Baker, an eighteen year old cute girl, hid herself inside a fur coat and walked through the crowded evening market. Snow was slowly cascading down, forming layers of white underneath. The stubborn snowfields formed again and again despite fire circler’s creating ways through the roads several times.

She walked through the snowy streets and finally reached her destination- Heavensnight Inn. She smiled and entered in. It was one of the most expensive inns around. Hence, the hall was quite empty.

A young lady walked forward and bowed. “How may I help you?”

“I am a guest. Room number 213.”

“Oh my.” The young lady giggled. “It is the most expensive suite we have. Please follow me.”

The two walked to the second floor of the well structured establishment. Soon, they were before a door. 213 was engraved on the wood.

Before Christina could do anything, the inn employee stepped forward and knocked on the door. “I apologise for the disturbance. But you have a guest.” She said.

“Let her in.” A cold feminine voice came from the inside.

The young lady, once sure that the customers were really expecting a guest, moved away and beckoned Christina to go in.

She did not mind and opened the door. She stepped in closed it behind. Three persons were sitting in the room. The disfigured but handsome young man was on the bed. Beside her was the masked lady.

And on the crouch, sat the prettiest lady she had ever seen. Those icy blue hair, purple eyes, super smooth skin, and the princess vibes she emitted- she desired them.

“Greetings.” She bowed, not daring to show any signs of disrespect. She knew secrets hidden from all others. His grandfather was the leader after all. She had heard of the duo’s feats before. The attraction she felt towards the two with good looks increased after hearing their stories. She genuinely respected them now.

“Come.” Irene patted the comfy seater just next to hers.

She bowed once again before walking to the sofas and seating beside the lady.

“Thank you for inviting me. May I know why have you called me all the way here?” The young lady blushed. The pretty lady seemed even more beautiful now that she was so close.

“It’s suffocating to stay underground.” Irene said with a blank face.

“Really, Miss?” She turned to Irene, despite her embarrassment. “I think so too. That’s why I stay above the surface. Though grandpa forbids me, I use the excuse that I take care of patients.” She giggled.

“You can just call me Irene.”

More blood rushed to her cheeks. “How… how can I-”

“I insist.” Irene’s hand reached he thigh.

“O… okay. But you have to call me Tina.”

“Sure, Tina. It’s a nice name.”

The coldness of her voice had a charm of its own. Blood almost bursted out of Tina’s face. She curled her body inwards.

“Now, we are calling each other by nicknames.” Irene said. “We can be called friends, right?”

“Huh?!” She turned to her. Shock was written all over her face. “Ye… yeah… sho… sure.” She barely uttered out, still not being able to compose herself.

“Great!” Irene ‘exclaimed’ with the same tone and face. “I have finally someone to talk to. These two…” she pointed at the half faced man and the masked lady. “One of them never talks at all, and the other is all about revenge. Besides, he is a man. I need to have a girl to girl talk with someone, right?”

“Yes.” Tina finally calmed herself down and turned to Irene.

Irene began to caress her thigh over her skirt. “Let’s talk all night, shall we? About our lives, our dreams, and love…”

“La… love?” Her face flushed even, becoming as red a tomato. She clenched both of her own knees hard.

“What? You have never fell in love before?” Irene asked indifferently.

“I… no.” She shook her head, her eyes still not able to meet Irene’s.

“What? You are eighteen and you aren’t still in love?” Even Irene was now serious. The fairy tales said otherwise about a maiden’s love.

“No.” She felt like burying her head in her chest. But alas, it was too small. Compared to those juicy melons of Irene, hers were straight out flat. “Ha.. have you?” Her eyes were still on the floor her foot was tapping on.

“No.” Irene shook her head. “I can’t. I am not allowed to.” She said with her ever-cold tone.

Wasn’t allowed to? She frowned. She wanted ask something but in the end, she decided against it.

“You haven’t fell in love. Fine. But you are an adult, don’t tell me you are still a virgin.”

Her body started to twitch in embarrassment. She clenched her thighs together and curled her shoulder in. “But… but… isn’t it normal to stay pure before marriage?”

“Even the nobles have sex before marriage. And we are just mere commoners.”

She never expected she would hear the direct word here. She did not have a mother, nor any female acquaintances. All she learned were from books and some of those grandmas she treated. Wasn’t speaking the word a taboo? Apparently, not so much.

Her chin dug into her chest. “But isn’t it done between lovers?” She asked, wanting to know now that she had the opportunity. Besides, Irene was the first friend she ever made. Nobody approached her this freely in the organisation. All treated her as a Saintess against her wishes.

“No, it’s done for fun.”

“For fun?” She felt as if the world was a lie.

“So, you never had sex?”

She shook her head.

“Have you ever ‘played’ down there?” Irene pointed at her crotch.

She gulped and shook her head. These are things she had never even imagined before.

“Have you ever watched anyone having sex? Outside those pictures in books.”

Her neck was began to ache from all those shakings. How could she ever get to watch someone doing something this secretive? Besides, wasn’t it immoral?

Irene inched her mouth closed to her ear. Her breath hot breath tickled her lobe. Tina’s face became even hotter. “Do you want to watch?” Irene asked.

“Hmm?” She gulped. Everything seemed fuzzy.

One of Irene’s arm was sensually fondling her thigh while the other circled around Tina’s back to her other shoulder. “Do you want to watch a non-loving pair have sex, just for fun?” Irene’s lips grazed Tina’s ear.

“Ye… yes.” She gulped and went along the flow.

Irene turned to the half faced man and nodded.

Adrian smirked on the clear side of his face. Cassidy who had gotten the signal did not waste any time and took off her night robe before throwing it down on the floor. She was not wearing any sort of lingerie underneath. The mask was all she had now on her naked body.

She crawled to Adrian and untied the cincture of his nightie before taking it off. Adrian was now completely naked.

Tina, who had never seen a completely naked man before, gasped. The body in front was too good. Those chiselled abs, flawless skin, broad muscles, the long and hard genital- everything was so…

“You are drooling.” The familiar cold voice woke her up. She quickly cleaned her mouth, her eyes still locked on the bed.

Adrian lied on the bed. His cock stood erect and tall. Cassidy, who was ‘trained’ the last whole month, knew what he wanted. She positioned herself over her groin, with two of her knees flanking his waist.

She used her hand to adjust the tip of his rod to her opening, which was already moist from her session of fantasies. Once the head slipped in, she lowered her ass, taking all of his length in at once. The shape of his dick was ingrained into her very being.

Both of her hands reached her boobs while she began to move up and down. She moaned and groaned with rhythm of the strokes.

Tina’s throat was dry from the scene, she never even in her wildest dreams thought she would watch two persons having sex, that too along with a woman she utterly respected.

Irene was still caressing her thigh. How could just friendly caress feel this? Something was tingling down in her crotch.

She rubbed her thighs one against the other, trying to get rid of the uneasy feeling.

Irene suddenly pulled Tina’s skirt up, exposing her lower legs. She panicked and held Irene’s wrist. “Wha… what are you doing?”

Irene looked into her eyes. “Trust me.”

The two words worked like magic. Tina gave up all sorts of resistance and looked away from those purple eyes.

Irene pulled up the skirt to the fullest, revealing her slender legs and pink panties. The two thighs guarded it. She grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it apart. Tina closed her eyes and complied, separating her legs. Irene’s touch on her skin felt wonderful.

“See? You are wet.” Irene had taken fair share of lessons from her tutor and his guinea pig.

Tina looked down. There was a soaked spot on her panties. She gasped. “This…”

“Don’t worry. It’s normal. It means it’s craving something.”

She swallowed a chunk of saliva.

“Let me remove it.” Irene put a finger into her panties.

“No.” She panicked and grabbed Irene’s wrist again. But when her eyes met those of Irene’s, she gave up.

She bit her lips lifted her butt a little. A part of her wanted Irene to see her secret spot. Her breathes had already gotten heavier.

Irene removed the panty and dropped it to the floor. Tina’s young and fresh pussy was dripping.

Without any sort of warning, Irene inserted two of her fingers in.

“Aah…”