Queen of the Ashes

Chapter Nineteen

Origanum uvulare:
happiness
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Ethan shivered as a sudden breeze sneaked past the crack of an open window. Noticing his movements Maze looked away from her book and finally were met with his mismatching gaze.

An unexpected sigh in relief snaked its way past her bloodied lips that had been bitten raw by her fangs. He had been asleep for quite some time and not too surprisingly Maze stayed put by his side the entire time, worrying about him every second.

«H-hey» The human smiled, lids hooding over his tired and sore eyes. Maze smiled in return.

«Hey» they stared at each other for a while until Ethan yawned and stretched his arms over his head, sore muscles popping in the process.

«H-how long did I s-sleep?» he asked and Maze looked down at her book again before answering, his tempting appearance causing an unbearable itch to grow in between her legs as well as an ache settle in her gums as her fangs extended.

«A day» she answered and Ethan's eyes widened at this.

«W-what! W-wow... I-I knew I was tired...b-but, not that tired» Ethan said with a dumbfounded expression, still, his vocals were riant.

He suddenly felt his stomach clench in pain and soon followed a deep growl that alerted both him and Maze of that he hadn't eaten in a day. And was in dire need of food.

"You're hungry" she stated, and Ethan nodded bashfully. At his response, she snapped her fingers and a tray of various foods suddenly appeared on the nightstand beside him. He didn't hesitate, devouring it all. Starting off with the good looking ham and cheese sandwich.

He finished the meal off with a big glass of water. When the glass was empty, he put it back on the tray and relaxed against the backrest of the bed, exhaling deeply in satisfaction.

After moving past his short food-coma, he turned to look at Maze.

«A-are you okay?» He asked and Maze couldn't help but snort, breaking her usual composed look as her face yet again broke into a small smile as she looked up.

«You're asking me if I am alright?» she asked, causing Ethan's cheeks to heat up. He looked a little hesitant before answering with a meek yes. He couldn't phantom why that was such an odd thing to do.

Maze snorted again, this time her body giving of the smallest hint of pain as her lips formed into a thin line right after. Ethan furrowed his brows, eyes scanning her discreetly. She looked tired, her sclera pitch black (which was the least of the things that put him off since he was getting more used to it). It also appeared that the veins just under her eyes were popping out, as a dark liquid ran through them, and that her fangs were poking out just underneath her plump lips. She looked tired. Angry. Frustrated. She looked hungry.

It was no wonder though, as he came to think of it: they hadn't...been intimate in a manner that could... satisfy her need, in a long time. Ever since he got sick she had refused to touch him, other than cuddles and small kisses of affection.

He knew what she needed, but was a little hesitant as he hadn't offered himself to her before. At least not in this manner. But as if something inside of him suddenly just decided to stomp down on his hesitance, he shifted a little, sitting himself up and resting his back against the backrest of the bed. He then tilted his head, pulling down the collar of his shirt, offering his neck to her.

The demon sitting beside him understood his intentions before he even worded them out loud, and swallowed hard. She gripped the book she was holding until her knuckles turned white, her self-control slipping.