Asher Sellinite

Lesson from a Demon Master

I don't think I've ever really written about how weird it is to be fed off of by a demon... at least Asher, right? Well, you never really notice that he's even trying to feed- and you can't exactly tell whether he wants blood or emotions. Apparently there was a loophole in our contract that allows him to do any type of 'feeding'... he uses that term very loosely, even to feed me which is... kinda sweet, if I'm honest. But his eyes start glowing either way- gold, and then your brain goes fuzzy then just- completely blacks out. Annnd, that's what it's like. And then if you have a good demon, like I do, you'll get plenty of praise and rewards once you wake up... you feel spoiled, which makes it feel worth it to give so much of yourself.

I glance behind my shoulder just in time to see my bedroom door swing shut... strong arms swooping in from behind and hugging my midriff, a cacophony of giggles bursting out of me as I whip my head around wildly to see who it is while they give me a few aggressive kisses on my cheeks and head. Asher's teasing voice rumbles out of him, half chuckling,

"Will my beloved mortal be a good boy for his master tonight, or will I be forced to make you obey...?" I'm still giggling,

"Whatdoyouneedfromme?" I can feel his grin pressed against my cheek,

"Why don't you guess, my dear?" his voice is a low purr. He's having too much fun with this. I tilt my head back and finally get a good look at his face, brow furrowed in concentration as I guess,

"Wine?" he asks me what kind of wine, "your, uh, lavender potion...?" he gives me a funny look and I stare up at him expectantly. He sighs,

"You'd like me to feel drowsy, mortal? That is an interesting goal, isn't it, mortal?" I shrug slightly, still smiling like an idiot,

"W-well, you just always seem to be in a better mood when-" He interrupts, voice suspicious and a little stern, his grip tightening,

"When... I'm incapacitated, mortal?" he sighs deeply, letting me go and grabbing my shoulders to turn me to face him. His hand cupping my chin to direct my gaze to his eyes... as per usual, "rosewater, Tedrose. And we'll witness how much you can handle too- I promise I'll drink you 'under the table' as you mortals phrase it so eloquently." Shit. I didn't know just offering something that'd make him calm down would get me a competition I could only ever lose.

I obviously oblige him, I'm not that stupid, after all. I get into my third shot before completely blacking out- Asher told me later on that I was acting very submissive... I don't know what to make of that, but he said that I was kneeling on the floor with my head in his lap and he just "couldn't resist me". I assume he has his usual power trip based on the bruises on my neck and ribs.

I do have a few hazy memories, now that I think about it- I think he was asking me to "be a good boy" and to not fight back while he "feeds"... ohhh, that's what happened... I think he drank my blood and covered up the blood while I was still knocked out- that sounds like Asher. When I woke up after however long I was out, I was laying on my back with my head in his lap, staring up at him. He smiles down at me, his hands in my hair- his voice quiet and soothing,

"I was wondering how much longer you'd sleep, my dear," he kisses my forehead, "you were so cute and peaceful, weren't you?" a long moment of silence as I consider whether or not that comment even needs an answer, "oh, sweetheart..." his voice is gentle and sincere, "you don't think of yourself the same as I do? What a shame." My cheeks are definitely pink, if not red by now. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure what to do.

It felt like I just no-clipped out of reality or consciousness (whatever you wanna call it) and then spawned back in his arms. Also, it's so hard just waking up with no context of his mood or plans or whatever- I can't read him that well in the first place, so him without context... I'm a lost cause. Clumsy, I guess. I stretch a little to feel out my surroundings, yawning and baring my neck to him (unintentionally),