Demonic Spell II

Recipe 24

Thallan retreated to the only place where he could escape the thought of Elisha and what might be happening between her and her mate; his private quarters at the heart of his own fortress.

But instead of peace, his mind was plagued by more memories of Elisha or rather the time that he bought her here and what they have done during that time.

His nose flared, taking in the lingering remnants of Elisha’s scent on the bed, and the memory of her tied down and spread-eagled under him as he fucked her with mindless abandon came to his mind.

Cursing loudly, he turned around to leave the room but stopped short when he saw someone sitting on his leather couch, the same furniture where he had Elisha' s body draped and bent over as he pound in her body in an animalistic way that sent them both spiraling on an overwhelming pleasure.

He growled loudly in warning, he didn't hear or sensed his appearance and such lack of attention means death if it was anyone other than Fuxal who had managed to sneak on him.

"What the heck are you doing here, Fuxal?"

“I should be the one asking that question, Thallan. Are you here because Elisha throws you out of her bed or you’ve forgotten that Triaru was out loose?”  

Thallan glared at Fuxal, he didn’t like his mocking tone or the fact that he knew that he was here in Underworld while Elisha was left in Earth without him.

“She’s none of your business, Fuxal.” Thallan gritted. He wanted nothing but leave his room and prowl around his fortress to find anything that can make him forget Elisha but the energy he felt lining his room prevented him from leaving. Fuxal will never let him leave until he’s done with his piece. Cursed hierarchical power. “And I know Triaru already managed to transport himself to Earth.”

"So why are you still here while Elisha was all alone in her world? I warned you before about leaving her unguarded, Thallan." Fuxal snarled at him. His cool and amused demeanor was gone and replaced by controlled anger, and Thallan wonder why he was so concern with Elisha’s welfare unless..

"She’s none of your fucking business, Fuxal!!" Thallan could feel the raging jealousy and possessiveness rising on his blood.

–Unless Fuxal want her as much as he do and just waiting for the right time when he could snatch her.

"Tell that to me when Triaru found her and drain her of her very essence. Tell me that it’s none my business when you find her shell of body crumpled on the floor after Triaru sucked every trace of her soul, every drop of her blood in the same way that he had done to my mate before. Tell me because I don’t really care if she’s alive or not but I will kill you with my own hands if you steal my right to kill that demon." Fuxal half snarled at him.

Thallan could feel the anger palpitating in waves from Fuxal, a great contrast with how composed he looks like while sitting comfortably on his couch.

Thallan slumped back hard on his bed. How can he tell Fuxal that he already thought of such scenario, on how fast he return back to Elisha when he learned about Triaru’s escape only to find out that her mate found her, and how could he tell that without betraying himself and without admitting that someone had already penetrated his armor, that Elisha is slowly becoming his weakness.