Escape

*WARNING: Themes of non-con and sexual assault.

"I'm here to answer your calling– what were your exact words? 'I just want to be fucked'?"

"So, I'll do just that."

"Do what? Ah!" When the nameless demon ripped away the blanket covering her lower body, he licked his lips seeing the wet stain growing under her cunt.

"Your smell is so erotic; it's getting me even more excited."

Before Eliza could even make a snort of protest, he had shifted her to lay perpendicular to her bed so he may stand between her shaking knees. She was completely bare and exposed entirely to the demon whose face she could hardly see. He knelt down and his violet gaze snapped to hers when she grew restless.

It felt like she was put under a spell and Eliza couldn't even fight back as he put one of her legs over his shoulder and pushed aside her other. He was face to face with her intimacy and muttered just loud enough for her to hear.

"I will satisfy this naughty kitten."

The obscene statement was lost on her when he swiped something wet along her pussy.

"Mmm!" She clutched her pillow under her head and arched her back when his tongue continued to tease her, "You- what are you doing... to me– ah~"

Breathing became laborious for Eliza as her back arched when sucked on her swollen clit. His hand stroked her thigh on his shoulder and then squeezed her hip bone, being sure to grind his thumb into her erogenous zone. As someone whose generally ticklish, certain places are more sensitive than others for. Eliza felt like cussing at fate for the bastard somehow figuring this out.

Her mind started to get foggier as the ministrations of his tongue made her tremble with desire. That is until he swirled the tip of his tongue around her most forbidden place.

She angled her head to look at him desperately, "That's... going too far!"

He moved his tongue slightly in and out of her while thinking to himself how dishonest she was being. If anything, this foreign sensation made her react the most.

She wasn't sure when it happened, but she had her fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding him closer to her heat. He continued to tease her clit with his thumb while pleasuring her tight hole until she finally came. Her legs quivered and her vagina clenched around nothing, which was a frustrating feeling. She moaned and felt her juices spill out. It trickled down over his nose and he consumed it without hesitation. The slurping noises caused Eliza to cover her face in embarrassment which made her unaware of the incubus's next actions.

He dropped his trousers and rubbed himself as he craved the perverted girl who could hardly conceal her desire behind those bright eyes. He chuckled and spoke with a low drawl, "Do you remember what I promised you?"

He positioned himself between her legs and she shuddered feeling something prod at her.

Despite her body craving something more, she found it in herself to fight through her clouded consciousness, "Hold on! Please don't... I- I'm not ready for that. You wouldn't force yourself onto a woman, right?!"

The nameless demon decided to entertain her reasoning and tilted his head in questioning, "Why wouldn't I?"

She gulped and tried to make her words sound commanding, "You were allowed in because I asked for it, yes? Well, now I am revoking your pr-privileges." Her tears slid from the corners of her eyes and down to her hairline.

The silence made her anxious, so she continued to plea, "In my religion, it isn't proper for a lady to lose her virginity before her marriage. I know what I said before, but I didn't think it would be taken seriously..." her words trailed off and she squeezed her eyes shut in hopes he would listen. But back in the far reaches of her mind, that should never see the light of day, she wished that he would disobey regardless.

The demon chuckled and rubbed his forehead because even at this stage, this girl still thinks she can claim chastity in a confessional. But ultimately, he would need to relent.

Knowing that his duties end here, he quietly redressed himself. While she lay bare on the bed, he couldn't help but notice the quirky expression on this pretty creature. Her eyebrows were knitted, and her lips pursed as though she were holding her breath. Her being relieved that he had stopped irked his pride. Grabbing a tight hold of that skinny, alluring neck, he forced her to sit up and took joy in her panic. Before she could squeak any bit of protest, he captured her lips in a forceful kiss.

It was harsh and painful enough to make tears puddle in Eliza's eyes. After a long time of dominating each breath she took, he pulled away and then quickly bent his head down to bite the flesh below her collarbone.

Eliza cried out as the sharp pain mixed with something else burned her skin and made her vision spotty until she passed out.

Standing over her seductive body, the demon licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and watched as his in-sigma appeared where he bit her. It glowed gold before fading away and he chuckled while fondling a lock of her honey-brown hair.

"I hope you'll forgive me for this, but I can't just let you go." He tucked her under the covers and the slightest smile formed on his lips.

Then the next moment he left out the window, his body flying through the sky with each agile jump.

...

When Eliza woke up, she was safely under her covers and didn't feel any abnormal pain in her cervix like she feared she would. She almost believed it to be a mere nightmare until she looked down at her chest. Her breasts were adorned with scattered bruises and fading teeth marks around her sore areoulas. She shuddered and held her shoulders as the scenes from last night flashed before her. It was a relief that her bluff made the demon give up on her even when he was nearly penetrating her.

For some reason, she was able to break through the mist that clouded her judgment and said the words that preserved her purity.

She scoffed at that shallow word, "Well, I am not so 'pure' anymore." It's not like she'll become outcasted from society, but throughout her childhood and early adulthood, chastity was drilled into her mind by her mother. If Eliza made even one small remark about showing interest in a boy, her mother would cry while caning her calves. Between sobs, mother would try to explain herself, but all Eliza could think about was how peculiar it was that she was the one being hit and lectured, but still held back her tears.

Eliza remembered her shameful actions from last night and felt her calves ache. She shakily rose from her bed and made her way to the latrine where she emptied the meager contents of her stomach. What followed was dry heaving like an ally cat. Wiping the bile from her mouth, she took shaky breaths and shivered from the cold tile on her bare legs.

By the time she rushed downstairs wearing decent clothing that covered her up to her neck, her sisters were already placing the breakfast on the dining table.

Georgina noticed first how conservative her older sister was dressed, "Sister! Dear me it's already summer. Why are you dressed so warm?"

Josephine was also confused and quietly made motions to express her confusion.

"I just found it to be rather chilly this morning." She sat at the head of the table and cleared her throat. "Anyway, this meal looks delicious. Did you help Mr. Asher?"

Georgina pouted and shook her head, "He would not even let me into the kitchen after what happened last time."

Eliza giggled and they ate their meal merrily and she almost forgot the events of the night prior.

"Alright, shall we head to church now?"

Eliza nearly choked on her tea and covered her mouth with a handkerchief. "Pardon me but, is it already Sunday?"

"Yes?" Both the younger girls were confused because their eldest sister had a sharp memory and was usually the diligent one when making them attend mass.

She clenched her hands under the table and felt her neck heat up in guilt, "Susan will take you since I am feeling unwell at the moment."

How could I possibly face the Lord after what I've done last night? And with a spawn from hell no less!

Georgia and Josephine exchanged glances but went along with the plans. Wishing their sister well, the duo left with their maid and butler.

Now left in the house alone, Eliza fled to the closest enclosed space and unbuttoned the front of her stuffy dress. Just as she suspected, her skin was glistening with sweat, and her sensitive breasts being suffocated by her corset made her short of breath.

"What's happening to me?" She hiked up her skirt and reached under her knickers to find that her thighs were damp.

"Even after last night, I'm still so..." a wave of chills shuddered up her spine and she fanned herself with her hand.

"That monster definitely has something to do with this!"

Readjusting her clothes, she decided to make use of her free time and hopefully distract herself from replaying the events of last night in her head.

She pulled out some books on business and accounting and picked up where she left off while diligently taking notes. Nothing turns off the distractions of the mind better than mathematics and terminology such as "gross income" and "venture capital"

Although their father Thomas Girard started working as a merchant, his brilliant business sense and charisma allowed him to build many businesses and find lucrative investments. He was on his way up to becoming even richer than Lord James but just fell short when he suddenly passed away nearly a decade ago.

Her plan has always been to take care of her sisters and run the estate in her mother's stead. To do so successfully, she must diligently study business and finance to prepare herself to take control of her father's properties and shops. Mr. Taylor, a family friend who works as a lawyer in the nearby city, is currently managing them. He also makes sure her mother's treatment is being paid for periodically.

According to the will, she had until her 22nd year to do so before Mr. Taylor begins the process of putting the businesses under her name. Until then, he has passed on some responsibilities to get her adjusted. As much as it made her anxious to take control of everything so soon, it also made her excited to become entirely independent. It is unheard of in his society for a woman to manage even just a shop on her own.

Although, according to her friend Chelsea, who has lived in the capital before, women had so many more freedoms there than they do in the countryside. She even spoke of a powerful Countess who manages her fief alone. She's the richest woman in the empire, and of the top ten wealthiest aristocrats.

While daydreaming, she didn't realize how much she read without absorbing any of it. Remembering the story of that Countess lit a fire in her heart and she worked with even more fervor.

By the time her sisters and butler returned, she had read through several chapters on finance principles like balancing account books and calculating budgets. She was currently writing a letter to Mr. Taylor regarding her progress when Josephine confidently waltzed into her office with her hands on her hips.

Eliza smiled at her kid sister, "Do you have some exciting news for me, Joe?"

Josephine grinned and handed over an envelope with a gold wax seal. She recognized the elaborate crest branded into the wax and gasped. "Oh, my Joe! Hand it here I'll read it for you."

Eliza broke open the seal and excitedly read it aloud as Georgia walked in.

"Dear Miss Josephine H. Girard. We are pleased to announce your acceptance into Hidegarde's Academy for Exceptional Women." The more Eliza read; the wider Joe smiled. "... Classes begin on August 28th. Please make arrangements to arrive a week prior to adjust to provided housing arrangements." Just as Eliza was about to congratulate her young sister, the address of the academy made her stomach drop. The academy she was accepted into is in the capital. Her hands clenched the parchment tighter as she tried to make sense of this. She could have sworn they applied to the school in the city, only a couple of hours away by carriage.

"Joe I-"

"Eek! This is amazing Joe! You made it in!" Georgia could no longer hold back her excitement and danced around the room, swinging the youngest around as she cheered.

Eliza smiled softly but had to excuse herself to the kitchen under the pretense of preparing tea. Inside, their butler Mr. Asher noticed her grave expression.

"Why aren't you celebrating with the others? This is great news, no?"

Eliza bit her lip in contemplation. Josephine was not like other children her age. Even though she was turning 13 this autumn, she had never developed the ability to speak. Her social skills were still rather lacking, but her intelligence was outstanding. Her reading comprehension and memorization were on par with young scholars and her mathematical skills even challenged Mr. Taylor's abilities.

"She was accepted into Hildegarde."

"Isn't that great then?" Mr. Asher paused while preparing the dishes and listened closely.

"Her application was accidentally sent to the academy in the Capital."

"Hm." He frowned while thinking to himself, always trying to come up with solutions. He's been working for this family for 15 long years and was close friends with her father. He knew better than anyone the kind of stress Eliza is put under. The location of the Academy was especially pertinent in allowing Josephine to apply.

"Mr. Taylor wrote the recommendation himself. Maybe with his help, you could petition the school to have it rearranged."

Eliza crinkled her brows while considering it. "Well, it has been a while since I've checked on the shops. I would like to see my mother as well."

"Well, now that sounds like a perfect solution to me. Should I send word to Mr. Taylor right now so he can make arrangements for you?"

Eliza hummed in thought, "I was thinking of just taking a day trip."

Her butler shrugged and went back to cooking lunch, "Well, you never know. It might be nice to take a vacation."

Remembering the demon who broke into her home just last night, she wasn't sure if he would return and aim for her sisters if she wasn't there to act as a shield. Or maybe he was only after herself. The way he said she called out to him made her doubtful he would return unless summoned. And if she abstained, he shouldn't be attracted to her... scent?

She fiddled with her fingers while trying to organize her thoughts. "Ahem. Please send a request to Mr. Taylor for a multiple-day trip then."

Eliza helped set the table with Susan and then spent the rest of the day troubled by these many factors. Even falling asleep that night was made simpler after becoming exhausted with worry.