Demonic Devourer's Development

"Hey, not so fast," Rosha raised her palms in a defensive gesture. "It's still working time! You will make me lose clients. Can't you wait after hours at least?"

I gave the empty store a pointed look. "I see no clients here." ​​

Rosha visibly deflated. "Yeah, it's slow going. But this is why it's so important for me to work, Voren. A customer might enter at any moment! I need every and each one."

I considered. "Can't your sister sell all these things instead for a while? Where is she?"

"She is recuperating," Rosha said, scowling. "She's been through a hard time and she deserves her rest."

"I've been resting for a week now, Rosha, unlike you! I can keep an eye over the store while you are taking the break," Risha said in her high and melodious voice as she walked in from the door in the back. She moved so Rosha was between her and me, but despite the obvious fear she held for me, the girl gave me a warm smile. "Hello, Voren. Did you come to pester Rosha into resting, too?"

"I didn't know she needed it." Though, in retrospect, the tired lines around Rosha's full mouth weren't a sign of upstanding health and tons of energy, weren't they? "I had personal business with her. But I heard that this sort of business is conductive to relaxation and rest, too."

Rosha scowled at me. Her eyes blazed, sparkled, lured in. She was enchanting in her anger. "I so much doubt it…" she murmured under her breath and turned towards her sister. "Risha, are you sure you will be alright here? With the customers?"

"I will, I will, Rosha," Risha pouted, showing off her full lower lip. Rosha told me to not even look wrong at her, but this was impossible to do. The sisters were very different, but both beautiful to me. "I'm not made of glass!"

"If you don't feel alright, close the store. Don't stay here if you aren't really, really up to it." Rosha sighed, gave her sister a tight hug and a pat on the head. "Call if anyone gives you trouble. I and Voren will be in the house."

"I will be fine." Risha gave Rosha a reassuring smile and looked at me. By the look in her eyes, I understood that she perfectly understood what 'business' I was talking about earlier. "And I want Rosha to be fine, too, Voren. Relaxed and rested, alright? You promised!"

She met my eyes as she spoke and even shifted away from her sister's cover. Such bravery made me grin. "Well, if she just won't be able to stay away from me and my business even after we are done, I won't be stopping her."

"Dream on." Rosha gave me another scorching glance and shoved me in the shoulder. I had to shift on my feet to keep up balance.

"Don't worry, Voren. She is only nice with me and with customers. Don't take it personally," Risha said as Rosha stomped out of the store.

"Hard to imagine her being nice with clients," I noted. Despite Rosha's obvious reluctance, the silly grin didn't leave my face as I followed after her.

I only had to listen to the sounds of her loud footsteps to find her room. She was pacing in it when I entered, but abruptly stopped at my arrival. Her shoulders sagged for a moment, then she lifted her chin up with a determined and despaired expression of a political criminal on a scaffold.

I closed the door behind me, my heart beating hard in my chest from the excitement of this small chase and the anticipation of what to come. Heat pooled in my lower stomach, but I kept it away from my head for now, kept it cool. "I really don't understand your reluctance, Rosha. This doesn't cost you more than some of your time, doesn't it? A good offer," I said, coming closer to her.

"You forget about dignity. Self-worth. Disgust."

I frowned and leaned to her neck, noticing how she tensed even more. Her scent filled my nose—so sweet, just like she was. Her pulse was beating under her skin, so vulnerable, so calling for me to taste it. "Do I disgust you? Is this because I'm a demon? You didn't look disgusted yesterday."

Rosha didn't reply, so I did as I wanted for a while now and put my hands on her waist, feeling with my fingers the solidness of the muscle hiding under Rosha's baggy clothes and yet the delicateness of her figure. My pants suddenly became too tight for comfort. "Didn't your sister tell you to relax? Come on. If I wanted to **** someone, I could've done it ten times already." I scoffed. "I thought it would be better to find someone willing for my first time. And then you were here, so beautiful and angry, not just a cheap whore."

Rosha jerked in my hands and looked at me in astonishment. "Wait, first time? Are… are you a virgin?"

"Yes." I looked at her questioningly. "Is this so strange?"

"Uh… You, you said you were a lord in Hell… And I assumed…"

It was my turn to scowl now. "I wish! It's not like here, in the mortal realm, where you can just go and fuck when you want. I had to fight with all I had for everything I got, and when I got an opportunity to spend effort on something so frivolous, I just technically couldn't because I how I evolved."

This was a problem with being six meters tall. You had a dick big enough to tear people apart. I could've as well masturbated with a bag of meat. And while I forgot most of my life before Hell, I remembered being frustrated about being a virgin, too…

"So, Rosha, I waited for a looong while for this moment. Do not disappoint me."