Hope - a fateful moment (Vol.4) ✅️

Chapter 10 (with smut-scene)

Sereph stared longingly at the door. After today, he needed the relaxation and peace that Hope's music gave him more than before. When there was finally a knock on the door, he exhaled with relief and invited his human in.

Hope sat down on the sofa as usual, but unlike the previous days, he didn't unpack his violin, but put it in front of him. Then he turned his face to the demon and fiddled nervously with the hem of his top. Let's go, you can do it. It won't hurt, that's what Nukio said.

"Sereph, I know why you bought me," he began in a calm voice.

Sereph froze at these words. He knows? How?

"You bought me at auction because I... shall serve as a donor that you may feed on."

Sereph's jaw dropped. What the hell? What is Hope talking about?

"That's fine with me. After all, I can't just live here for free without fulfilling anything in return. I thank you for your consideration, but I would have preferred you to tell me."

Sereph didn't know what to answer. How does Hope get the idea that I bought him at auction so that he could be a... donor? It also puzzled him that he had no problem with it, even if his trembling fingers contradicted his words.

"Hope. That's not true," the demon began.

"Sereph, you don't need to hide it anymore. It's fine with me. Please just make sure it doesn't hurt." It's like donating blood. No big deal. Then, without waiting for Sereph's answer, he took off his top and turned a little sideways. Apparently, he was waiting for the demon to sit down with him and feed on him.

The prince of hell sat there as if petrified. On the one hand, his half-naked heart was sitting there, whose smell, blood and soft skin, lured him. On the other hand, Sereph hadn't eaten for almost two months, which made the whole thing a test. Did fate torment him deliberately, tempt him? How could he defend himself against it?

His instincts controlled his body, lifted his body and moved his feet towards Hope. He sat down behind him and pulled him to his chest so that he sat with both feet on the sofa. His human was now leaning against Sereph's warm chest.

Hope was surprised by the touch and his heart began to beat faster when he was suddenly so close to Sereph and felt his warmth. The same warmth he had woken up with. This relaxed him and he became loose.

"Are you sure? This is the last chance to leave, Hope," the demon's deep, smoky voice whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Yes," he whispered softly, his nerves tense with excitement. When he felt a tongue on his neck, he groaned softly, because his nerve endings began to tingle and warmth collected in his stomach.

Sereph knew he should drink from his wrist, but he couldn't help but caress that soft, sensitive neck with his tongue.

********SMUT SCENE********

His hand traveled over Hope's chest to his stomach, circling around his navel.

Hope was confused and overwhelmed when he felt the gentle touch of Sereph's hands. Heaven, what is he doing? Hope became hard and his erection pressed against his pants, wishing that his hands would stroke lower. Then the tongue retracted. The moment Hope felt the bite, a small pain shot through his body, which instantly turned into burning lust.

When Sereph tasted Hope's blood for the first time, he tasted paradise. The taste of ripe peaches settled on his tongue and burned itself into his memory – sweet, tart, incredible. The sweetness increased with every sip, making him addicted.