The Damned Demon

The moment the contract dissolved into nothingness, sealing the dark pact between Asher and Esther, the latter sauntered past him in a leisurely manner. With a graceful yet careless motion, she plopped down on the edge of the bed, the mattress barely creaking under her weight. In a bored, nonchalant tone, she asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Asher couldn't stand her detached demeanor any longer. With newfound determination, he decided that he would shatter her icy facade.

He would make her feel what it meant to be a woman who would lust for his cock - to feel desire, to crave, and to weep with pleasure. Confident in his abilities, he swiftly pinned her down on the plush mattress and hastily rid her of her panties, revealing the pristine beauty of her mature pink slit adorned with a silver hedge of pubic hair.

"Can you make it quick?" she asked, her voice as frosty as before, as if she were merely waiting for an inconvenient errand to be over.

Asher looked at her, astonished by her nonchalance. He had expected a gasp of surprise, perhaps a blush, or at least some show of emotion. But her cold demeanor fuelled him to further prove himself and have her moaning in ecstasy in no time.

He freed his hard member from his trousers, and Esther's eyes flicked downwards, only for a moment. The barest flicker of surprise flickered in her pale red irises. She could now see why all these women were surrounding him, though the next moment, her expression reverted to a disinterested state.

But just as Asher positioned his cock near her pussy, Esther warned with a distant gaze, "Remember...you only have ten minutes."

"Oh, I'm well aware of our little deal," he smirked, a taunting glint in his gaze, "But I won't need that long to make you cum for me."

Asher positioned himself at her entrance, her frigid folds a sharp contrast to his raging hardness.

He had never met such a chillingly distant woman, and the challenge only spurred him on.

He slowly eased himself within her tight sheath, her icy walls making him shudder.

A slight wince crossed Asher's features when their bodies connected; her insides felt frigid against his heated skin. Yet, regardless of her being a mother of three, her pussy walls remained surprisingly snug around him. Esther briefly furrowed her brows, but the next moment, they became expressionless even as he kept pushing his thick cock into her pussy while spreading her legs with his hands.

Asher began to move his hips, pummeling his cock in and out of Esther's pussy, but she continued to stare at him expressionlessly with no hint of any emotion or even a blush on her cheeks.

It was as if she wasn't really feeling anything, and this baffled Asher since he had never seen any woman like this, not reacting to his cock.

But with Esther, it was as if he was simply fucking a lifeless manikin. Does having a cold bloodline and practising Death Arts turn a person into something akin to a corpse?

She didn't even feel an ounce of sensation from his cock.

Just what kind of a monster was she? How did Thorin even manage to make kids with someone like her? Or were the two similar enough to make it happen? He wouldn't be surprised if that were true.

This made him wonder how Sabina and Rebecca turned out so different from Esther, at least on the outside.

Sabina's pussy was cold, but he was able to warm her up in no time.

He felt more humiliated than losing against the Moon Guardian. At least that was an unfair fight in many ways, and he knew what he lacked.

But in his situation with Esther, he had no idea what he was lacking. His demonic sword was more powerful than any other man's, and even Naida said it.

"That's it…" Asher's eyes suddenly lit up as an idea struck him. He should go and ask Naida about this, even if it was embarrassing for him.

Only someone like her would know how to deal with Esther. She always had answers whenever he met a dead end.

But he can't call her here, and he needs to find some excuse to visit her castle lest Vernon suspects anything. This made him realize he should also ask Naida if there was any secret place where they could meet together to avoid any problems. He couldn't believe he was forced to think like this, but now there was no other choice.

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Amidst the verdant splendor of the Bloodvine Castle's gardens, where the air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, Asher and Naida strolled leisurely, their hands occasionally brushing as they tended to the flora.

"I knew you might come to me for help with this," Naida's voice, light and melodious, broke the tranquil silence, her words carrying a hint of amusement. Her soft chuckle prompted Asher to clear his throat, a slight awkwardness in his stance as he once again remembered what happened with Esther.

"So you already knew how things might unfold when you told me that House Thorne has what I needed?" Asher inquired, his curiosity piqued by her foresight.

With a gentle smile that seemed to soften her already delicate features, Naida replied, "I wasn't sure, but since I got to know you more, I had a guess. But even if I told you, you still would have gone ahead and tried to see if you could deal with Esther on your own." Asher, taken aback by her accurate read of his nature despite getting to know each other only recently, let out a chuckle, a sound that mingled with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, "You seem to know me well already. But yeah, I suppose I would have realized things the hard way no matter what you said." Turning to Naida with a look of genuine inquiry, Asher sought to understand something better, "But you didn't tell me why Esther is like that? I haven't come upon a woman like her. How could it be possible for a woman to not feel anything after all that? What should I do to defeat her?"