What can you do?

You wake up in Alicia’s bed. Quickly, you sit up and scan the room. Nothing seems amiss after your dream encounter with the snow-haired woman; regardless, you can’t help being on edge. She was an angel, you think. There’s no doubt she was one of the angels. They found me. Suddenly, your skin feels tighter and the light in the room is too bright. Cradling your face in your hands saves you from the light, but it can’t stop your anxious thoughts. All this time stuck in these trials almost made me forget. Forget that I’m a Demon Lord. That I have a target on my back. But Ithwen’s hunters didn’t forget. They’ve been searching for me the whole time we’ve been stuck here, and now they’ve found us. And we can’t even run away.

How did she find me, anyway? What the fuck is that dream power? Do all the angels have that ability? The energy keeping you in an upright position falls away, causing you to flop back down onto the pillows. Your hands continue to press into your face as you grapple with your own thoughts. What was even the point of leaving Evris, then, if they could just find me wherever I go? Would I have been better off staying there and getting stronger? Blending in with the crowd…

No, wait, you think, the tension in your muscles relaxing somewhat with the shift in your thoughts. The angel said I blocked her out for a while. That I was ‘hiding’ here… Maybe being stuck in this pocket dimension interfered with her magic somehow. If that’s the case…

Cool, but that doesn’t solve anything. People are still coming to kill me.

Your thoughts continue on in circles while you go about your daily routine. Training with Blythe and Lia goes well, even if you aren’t as focused or talkative as usual. Should I tell the girls about it? What would I say? Maybe it’s better if they just focus on the trial… The morning ration goes down into your gut without mention of the taste, distracted as you are. You spend the afternoon unsure if you should be grinding spells to increase your mana supply or saving mana for the arrival of the angels’ forces. The angel said it might take a few days, you think, but how do I know time is passing at the same rate in here as it is out there?

After finishing your doctor duties for the evening, you walk down the hall towards the private rooms as usual. So that’s what one of the angels looks like, huh? I wonder which one she was, you think. Lia said there were three. She told me their names, too. They were…

Nope. Can’t remember. I’ll have to ask her agai— huh? What surprises you enough to break your train of thought is that you unconsciously turned to enter Alicia’s room instead of the one occupied by your party. What am I doing? The girls are probably already waiting for you in the other room. You always go and talk with them for a few hours before heading ‘to bed.’ What would they think if you don’t show up? Would they be upset? Would they look for you? Plus, you really should tell them about your angel encounter. They deserve to know.

It’s too much.

You throw away all your worries for now, and enter Alicia’s room.

A high-pitched yelp is stifled by the room’s resident as you open the door. You don’t usually come over until much later, which is probably why Alicia isn’t awaiting your arrival in the chair and is instead lying naked on the bed. Her hands shot to her sides the moment you entered the room, but you can tell what she was doing from the glistening state of her inner thighs and openly presented pussy. Her face is as red as a tomato and her whole body is trembling while she watches you slowly step inside and close the door. Once the room is sealed again, she calms down and quietly gets off the bed.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say, watching as Alicia steps over to the desk and carefully dons the frilly, pink nightgown that she had draped over the back of the chair. The garment is tailored to her just-shy-of-flat chest, hugging her slight curves enough to accentuate them without sacrificing its comfort as sleepwear. “I don’t mind if you’d like to finish.”

Alicia sits in the chair before she shows any sign that she even heard you. Once she actually gives your offer the time of day, she purses her lips and looks to the side. “…couldn’t get there on my own anyway,” she grumbles just audibly enough for you to hear. Then, she schools her expression and dons a practiced smile. “I wasn’t expecting you this early,” she says. “What’s the matter? Have I… done something bad?” She puts a sultry emphasis on the last word, obviously hinting at what she’s hoping you’re here to do. Unfortunately for her, you don’t intend to frame the activities you have planned as punishments.

“On the contrary,” you say. “For greeting me with an amusing little show, and for holding out for two whole days without my attention, I’d like to give my cute **** a reward.” She goes from skeptical, to excited, to skeptical again within the span of that one sentence.

“I’m not your ****,” she says, some of her old pride kicking in again. You suppress a laugh and move over to sit on the edge of the bed. Once there, you pull down your pants just enough to fish out and display your phallus to the caramel-skinned woman. If you whipping your dick out bothers her, she certainly manages to remain quiet about it. Her eyes do linger on it for some time, though.

“Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here between my legs.”

Alicia follows your orders immediately, her momentary bout of pride totally forgotten. The sight of her crawling over to you, wiggling her hips side to side as she goes, sends a pleasant tingle through your loins that brings you to half-mast by the time she arrives. Her eyes are transfixed upon your rod as she awaits your command.

“You’re going to clean my dick with your mouth and make me feel good, understand?”

She knits her brows at your orders, and takes a few moments to respond. You haven’t trained her to pleasure you before, so she looks very uncertain of how to go about it. “…Yes,” she says, as much an affirmation to herself as it is a response to you. Alicia then sticks out her tongue and starts to lean toward your member, but you place a hand on her head to stop her before she reaches. She twitches at the contact, then tears her eyes away from your cock to look you in the eyes.

“Yes, what?” you say. “You have to get this right, or you won’t get your reward.”

The conflict in her eyes is clear to see. Does she submit to you and bask in the pleasure? Or does she stand up for herself, deny those warm feelings, and cast you out? The answer is obvious; she just hasn’t admitted it to herself yet. Now is the moment of truth, the final battle to decide what her worldview is going to be from this point forward.

You watch with a massive grin as Alicia’s lust gobbles down the last vestiges of her pride. Her expression goes blank for a fraction of a second. Then, her eyes soften and her lips curl into a barely perceptible smile.

“Yes, Master.”