The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 38.2

When she quietly opened the door, she saw Derrick sitting on the sofa by the window. His eyes were shining and his legs were crossed. The demon carefully watched what was happening on the street, as if deep in thought about something. The sun had already begun to set, so there was no light illuminating the bedroom at all.

Judith carefully, trying not to attract attention, went inside.

— Is your work finished? – Derrick caught his wife’s hand, causing a slight groan to escape her lips.

The demon pulled the girl towards him, causing Judith to fall into his lap.

– Do you drink alcohol? – asked the Duchess, looking at the glass in Derrick’s hands.

Usually Judith did not drink strong drinks, because their taste seemed very disgusting, but now her soul felt so light, which made her want to drink something. She took the glass from his hands and took a long sip. The burning liquid traveled from the throat to the stomach, leaving a strange aftertaste in the mouth.

– You know, you drink alcohol and smoke cigars. It seems to me that my husband is alive again.

Derrick always smoked and drank liquor like water. Just looking at her husband made Judith’s lungs shrink and her liver rot. She just didn’t understand why he liked something like that. And now that the demon was doing the same things, it seemed like nothing had changed since then.

– Would you like another drink? Derrick whispered, patting Judith on the thigh. The girl nodded.

Although the alcohol tasted bitter, for some reason it did not cause disgust or other unpleasant sensations, as usual. Judith took another sip, but this time more greedily. At that moment, Derrick deliberately tilted the glass, causing the liquor to flow down her chin.

– Oh…

She wanted to wipe away the alcohol drops with her hand, but froze when she saw her husband’s gaze.

The demon approached Judith’s face and licked her liquor-soaked chin. The wet touch made my skin crawl. The Duchess felt extremely strange, as if she were wandering somewhere in a dream, trying to get through the fog.

Due to the fact that Judith had almost never drank before, she did not know how much to drink. And now it has become obvious that the Duchess is getting drunk too quickly.

“Ah-ah,” a light but sonorous moan leaked through the lips, which seemed to be even stickier than alcohol.

Derrick grabbed his wife’s chin with his long, strong fingers and kissed her. The lips gave in easily and opened, letting in a tongue that was sweet and smooth, like snake skin. Derrick let out a low groan. Their tongues danced together, carelessly sucking each other. It all seemed like a passionate and grotesque game, as if they were caressing each other’s bodies.

Hot sweat beaded on Judith’s forehead, turning her face bright red. Derrick touched the pink cheek with his huge palm, stroking his wife with soothing movements.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Judith had to tell him something before they fell into passionate sex, succumbing to the rhythm. “Marquise Dyer said something today.”

The Duchess tried to get through the drunken fog, but it was difficult. Noticing this, Derrick grinned, grabbing her scruffy face and looking straight into her eyes.

-Are you already drunk?

“The Marquis’s wife…”, ignoring Derrick’s question, Judith continued. But the demon just laughed – Judith drank two glasses, but looked like she had ten bottles.

“Of course, I heard that people can’t drink a lot, but I never thought that this much,” he chuckled.

– Ah! “She said she wanted to see each other again,” Judith said, already offended, collecting her thoughts.

– Is that so?

– Yes… I mean… She apologized to me. No one has done this before.

Derrick, although he understood that the topic was very serious, could not help but smile as he watched his drunken wife.

– And all because you came and said that you miss me… Thank you.

Today, Derrick had no intention of going to the tea party, because he remembered Judith’s request to refrain from intimacy until she was done with all the business. But even if the mind understood this and put up with what was happening, the body, subject to instincts, was hungry.

And Judith’s delicious scent led him into the blooming garden, when excitement and desire reached their peak. Fortunately, after several kisses, his composure returned, but this was not enough to satisfy his hunger.

Derrick responded with a picturesque smile of gratitude, seeing Judith’s embarrassed look. Now she looked like a small, unprotected chicken.

– Do you thank me only in words?

– Do you want me to thank you in bed?

Although Judith did not like to use sex as a weapon or a price for anything, alcohol broke the chains of all principles and moral principles. And realizing that she also wanted Derrick, she said it.