Kapri buried her face into her pillow, while Count gripped her hips as he moved behind her. There wasn't much guilt when it came to the pleasure from a demon, so she gripped the sheet with little resistance. She could feel his breath against the nape of her neck, his lips peppered alone her spine, before he lifted her nightgown pushing it over her head. Suddenly, his movements stilled when his eyes landed on the intricate sigil etched against upper back near her neck under the fracture moon's light. The dark lines seemed to hum faintly with a power, even he didn't understand, its presence undeniable.
"I never noticed this," he said, as he leaned down as licked the back of her neck before dragging his tongue down to the sigil. His hand then pressed firmly against it causing Kapri to whimper a little in pain.
"Relax," she roughly grabbed his wrist as she sat up and turned her neck slightly. "I'm not sure what will happen if you mess with it to much."
Count Lirael narrowed his eyes, and his voice carrying suspicion as he asked, "Whose is it? It looks similar to the LDRA sigil, but it doesn't belong to Lord Dazriel."
Kapri turned onto her back, she chuckled as she fell back onto the bed. Mostly, to hide it from the prying eyes of someone who was particularly attempting to trap there. "Well, the Great Demon Lord Ose's, of course," she replied nonchalantly, as she reached out with her legs around his waist and she pressed her hand on his thin lower back.
Count Lirael eyes widened in disbelief before a sudden darkness flash across his face. "You liar."
"Does it feel like I'm lying?" she teased as she sat up with a sly grin across her lip. His gazed studied her, seeming to notice that she was in fact not lying about her belief of that. "Don't worry, though. I don't belong to him. Just a small deal I made with him."
Count Lirael's brows furrowed as he considered her words. "So, you have some of his power?" he asked cautiously as he caressed the inside of her thigh, his eyes never leaving hers.
Kapri tilted her head with a grin that widened. "Mhm, is that what that suppose to mean? It just stores my sword. That's all I'm aware of. Everything else I do on my own, so don't give Ose too much credit."
You speak his name so casually," Count Lirael said as he grabbed her ankle and pulling her closer, his voice thick with skepticism and curiosity. "You know him personally?"
"I've never met him, like most people. I can't even remember the deal I made with him," Kapri said as tapping her temple. "But he talks to me—in here."
Count Lirael chuckled as he shook his head. "You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?"
"Oh, you don't believe me?" she asked with feigned disappointment. "That's fine. Ose is charming though, but quite a dick and I assume he was very… persuasive. Or maybe he tricked me like you have."
Count Lirael leaned over her with his smirk returning. "No, I believe you may believe that ," he said softly. "But don't you think it's possible you're just a bit… schizophrenic, darling?"
Kapri let out a bark of laughter with her eyes sparkling with amusement. "A possibility," she agreed as she shrugged her shoulders. Her words were cut short by a sudden gasp when Lirael pushed himself back into her, reclaiming her attention. She bit her bottom lips while he leaned across her with his tongue licking the side of her mouth.
There was a sudden knock at the door, that caused Count Lirael to groan in annoyance. The knock was persistent and loud, so he tossed on his usual black pants, and Kapri sighed in annoyace while she pressed her head into the pillow. Her eyes half-lidded, as her thoughts went to where Lord Dazriel's heart could possibly be. Hopefully, before Jugo becomes too worried about her safety and he brings himself here, and drags her back. Things were definitely going to get out of hand if Jugo tries to take her and Count Lirael won't just allow her to.
As he opened the door, she noticed it was the young demon maid that she last saw Jiron having sex with in the woods. Something was strange, Count Lirael seemed to freeze as he quickly pulled up his pants. She wondered if Count Lirael was having sex with her too. That was what she was going to initially think, but it didn't seem like surprise, but fear before he quickly suppressed the feeling.
"A fake Count, scared of a maid?" she thought to herself.
***
Count Lirael closed the door behind him as he stood in front of Sila. His eyes darted nervously towards the close room where he was with Kapri. Sila's voice was low and impatient with a sharp edge that cut through the atmosphere. Count Lirael buttoned up his pants, but stood there shirtless and unusually exposed.
"Why is it taking you so long to bring me that bitch's body, Velmuth?" Sila demanded with her gaze narrowing on him. She had been waiting with her patience fraying having to pretend to be the servant towards a human just for Kapri's body to be prepared. Yet, Count Lirael seemed to be taking his time, more than usual.
"Kaprice's body isn't quite ready yet," he said with his tone filled with uncertainty. "She is still resisting too much for me to think it safe to take over. And...there's something else. She has a sigil, a demon's sigil, and one that resonates with power she doesn't seem to fully know. Supposedly, Great Demon Lord Ose's."
Sila's eyes flashed with intrigue, but also with uncertainty that was undeniable. "Ose," she repeated with her lips curled into a sneer. "What's the meaning of that? He probably just claims ownership of her. Regardless, you can't handle a human girl because of that?"
Count Lirael hesistated with his mind swirling about how to solve both the situations. "There's no telling what could happen if you do take her. Just let me figure out her connections with that sigil, and I promise her body will be yours.
Sila's temper flared, as her voice raised. "Then why aren't you finding me another fucking body instead of fucking that human girl!" she yelled, her eyes flashing with fury as she stepped closer to him.
Count Lirael learned to mostly remain calm to defuse situations with her. "Sshh," he whispered soothingly when he stepped closer to her with his hands resting on her arms as he looked toward the room where Kapri was. "You have to understand," he continued, "Kapri is... an unusual human. Right now, she is able to maintain the intimacy pact that has been weakening. Your power has been diminishing for some time. I'm just trying to... manage this."
"Are you more loyal to her than to me?" Sila asked, her voice calmer as she palmed his erection as she leaned against his chest. "Is she better than me? Are you double-crossing me for her because of sex?"
Count Lirael's expression hardened as he quickly reassured her. "No, my Lady, no. It's just that—" He paused as he searched for his words carefully. "She's important. More than you might realize. And I promise, I will fix your body and bring Lord Dazriel back to you. The human is very valuable to his army, and I'm sure he will come for her."
Sila scoffed, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Oh, please, no matter how powerful a human is, even Lord Dazriel will not bring himself down like that." He could tell she did in fact believed what he had said, that's why she was willing to go into the body of a human, despite her aversion of them.
Before the conversation could continue, the door to the room creaked open, and Kapri, fully clothed and wearing her trenchcoat, stepped out with a neutral expression. Count Lirael's confidence returned as he turned to her, a hint of pride in his demeanor. "Lady Kaprice, where do you call yourself going?" he asked, trying to regain control of the situation.
Kapri's eyes swept over him, then landed on Sila. "I need to speak to my soldier," she said with calm authority. "I need them to let the Duke of Vexheim and my... companion... know that I'm still well. I don't want any misunderstandings."
Sila's eyes flickered with her mask of innocence faltering slightly. "Would you excuse me?" Kapri asked, her voice cold but polite as she attempted to walk past them.
Count Lirael grabbed her upper arm before she could move further. "No, I'll get a servant to send the message," he insisted as he looked pointedly at Sila. His gaze held a warning, and his fingers tightened slightly around Kapri's arm.
Kapri tilted her head, her expression one of mild amusement. "Okay, if it's not too much trouble," she said, her eyes flicking to Sila again. "But I don't trust a thief. Can you find someone else to send the message to Sergeant Jiron?"
The words hung in the air, a sharp accusation that cut through the tense atmosphere. Sila's lips tightened into a thin line with her posture stiffening. "Thief?" she repeated, her voice icy.
Kapri's gaze moved to the pendant around Sila's neck, a replica of the Lirael Family sigil. "The same one Countess Lirael wore in her portrait," Kapri said with a casual air and her tone dismissive. "I can't stand the woman, but that doesn't mean I stand for a thief either."
Count Lirael quickly interjected as he tried to ease the rising tension between them. "No, that's not—Countess Lirael gifted it to her," he said, his voice strained. He shot a nervous glance at Sila who was trying as hard as she could to keep herself calm while she glared up at Kapri.
Kapri's eyes narrowed, and she let out a dry laughter as she glanced at the sigil once more. "There's no way you haven't realized it," Ose's voice murmured in her mind. She didn't respond aloud, but her lips twisted in disdain. "Of course I have," she muttered, with murdering replaying over and over in her mind.
Count Lirael felt it, before he attempted to push her back into the room, but her hand her already reach the sigil on her back. Her finger brushed against the hilt of her sword, before something sharp slammed into her side. She was thrown down the hallway way with brutal force, before she slammed into the floor, and bounced as her body smashed through the wall. When she opened her eyes she saw that she was outside, before she tumbled a few stories and into the snow.
Kapri laid back in the snow quite dazed, as she slowly lifted her upper body from the icy ground. Her eyes locked onto Sila--no, Countess Lirael--looking down at her through the hole in the side of the castle with the grace and fury of a demoness of royal blood. The Countess's eyes burned as she jumped from the hole and white moth-like wings spread from across her back, and Kapri smiled darkly.
"You seem to really want to taste her blood," Kapri muttered to her sword, feeling its anticipation stir at the violence that was about to unfold. The air was electric with the promise of a fight, and Kapri welcomed it. A chance to feed the violent jealous the intimacy pact burned into her core and to hunt down the woman who did that to Lord Dazriel.