Confessions

Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Maker 2.

It's after midnight. I'm suffering once again from insomnia. I've decided to come take a late bath, as I find them very relaxing. I tiptoe to the bathroom. All of the lights are out, and everyone should be asleep. I wish I could be getting some sleep- I need all I can get for my part-time job. Cube doesn't think I should be working there, but I make great money because of my good looks. Next year, when I'm sixteen, I'm going to work in the cabaret.

I don't bother closing the door as I enter the peaceful room, nor do I light a candle. The darkness soothes me, and it's easier on my eyes. I turn the faucet and the water starts to fill in the tub. Bending over I pull off my blue nightgown and drop it onto the cold floor. I tug off my panties and clamber into the huge bath. The water is hot and relaxing, and I sigh and rest my head. A few minutes go by and I stop the water. The curtains are closed at the window, but even I can still see the moon. Tonight it is full, and large and illuminating. It arises something strange in me, and I hold my breath as I watch it.

CREAK.

My heart jumps as I hear the first of a series of footsteps out in the hall. I thought I was the only one awake? I sink down to my nose in the water and wait, frozen with fear. The person gets closer, and I hope to god it's not daddy. I see light creeping down the hall, and the person turns into the doorway... It's Cube!! My face explodes in red.

He looks tired as he closes the door behind him and lights the candles around the room. I can't believe he's here... so close, and when I'm completely naked... What is he going to do?

He yawns in that way that I find innocently alluring. It makes me want to pin him against a wall. Suddenly he looks at me. He stares at me for a moment, blinking, as if trying to figure out whether or not his eyes are decieving him. Then he decides that they are not, and the demon frantically gasps and covers his eyes with his hands. "M... mistress! I'm terribly sorry!! I had no idea you were in here! You, really should have said something! P-please don't tell the master! I'll leave right away!" He sticks out one of his arms, still covering his eyes, and starts sidestepping towards the door. He doesn't get very far, though, because he slips on my panties and falls flat on his stomach with a cry. The panties land right his head, and he lies there without moving a muscle.

How funny! I let out a relieved giggle; this situation has turned itself around. I lean over the edge of the tub and brush my undergarmets from his midnight blue hair. "I'm so embarrassed..." he barely squeaks out. Then I realize something: this is my chance! This is my golden moment to get Cube wrapped around my finger.

"You're so cute, Cube," I tell him sexily, between giggles. "You can open your eyes; I don't think looking at me can kill you." I reach out and grab his shoulders. With a tug, I help him stand up, but he still doesn't open his eyes. I start to get angry- doesn't he like me? Doesn't he think I'm pretty? Why won't he look at me?

I get out of the bath and step in front of him and my wet body drips water in a puddle all around my feet. It's time to take drastic measures. I place my hands on his chest and gently but firmly push on him, forcing him to walk backwards. He keeps going until he walks into the wall, just as I had planned.

"Mistress, please... what are you doing?" he asks, his voice wavering. My heart is beating so hard, can I really go through with this?

"Why don't you like me?" I reply, my throat constricting and my eyes watering. His eyes flutter open and he stares back at me, suprised. I feel so miserable... Everything was going my way, why did I just start crying? I've ruined it!

"Of... of coarse I like you, mistress!" he explains, fumbling for words. I make no effort to remove my hands from his suit, instead I grip tighter. "It's just that... please, don't get me wrong... I don't think you're using your head." I can tell he feels horrible telling me this; his voice is tremulous. "I knew working at that no-good bar was a terrible idea! I told your father to please not let you work there, but he didn't listen! Now look what it's done to you- it's made you think you need to seduce me!"

His words hurt; even moreso because they're not true. I glare at his feet and a few tears plop miserably on the floor. "You've got it all wrong." I try to keep my voice steady, but it seems like the hardest thing in the whole world. I withdraw my shaking fists to my side, and take a step back, sorrowful. "You're not half as much a friend to me as you claim to be... A friend would understand... A friend would listen... not jump to conclusions."

A concerned and regretful look crosses his face, and he boldly sets his tan hand on my bare shoulder. "I'll listen... if you're willing to tell..."

A fresh blush mists on my cheeks and the rage disappears, leaving only sadness. "It's not like you said. It's not..." I whisper, and he can barely hear me. He turns his head to get a better look at my face, and I try to go on. "There's only one reason I'm the way I am, why I go to places and show my body off, why I like it when men touch me... It's because..." I gather up my strength and look into his cat-like eyes, which are glistening with worry for me. "...because I love you." His hand tenses for a second on my shoulder, and he almost lets me go.

"I... I don't..." he starts, at a total loss for words. I interrupt him; I'm in no mood for one of his lectures.

"Whenever I'm serving one of those nasty, drunken men, and they make a grab for me, I close my eyes and pretend it's you touching me..." I sob.

He pulls his hand back to himself in horror. "...No..."

"Yes!!" I cry back miserably, startling him. Glaring at him with all of my heart, I continue. "I love you, Cube, and I've never loved another. There's nothing you can say, no clever lie to make that untrue! I'm young and full of passion, and I need your touch, or else I'll seek it out elsewhere! I know you find me attractive, so why don't you love me? Do you really want me to become a whore?! You can save me, Cube, all you have to do is love me..." As I go on, my voice becomes strained and pleading.

The demon says nothing. He looks sad as he ponders deeply. Finally, he chooses his words and speaks to me. "You really love me?" His voice sounds mournful. I nodd my head slowly. Tears stream down my face. "And you say my touch will keep you a girl of good morals?"

I choke out another sob. "Not just that, I need your love and care, too... I need you to love me, just as I have loved you for five years..."

He smiles tenderly and wipes my cheeks dry. "But mistress, you've always had my love... and have I not always been there to care for you?" he says softly.

My lip trembles and I squeeze my eyes shut. "But your love has been that of a friend to a friend, not as a man to a woman." I take a shuddering breath and hold myself, drooping forward. Completely unexpected, he gathers me, naked, into his arms and holds me close with compassion.

"Now you're the one jumping to conclusions, mistress." he says softly, making me melt into his embrace. "At first, that was how it was, but as you matured, I began to dream about you... I dreamed that you came to me, needing me and only me. I fell in love with you, but I had to ignore it because it was wrong." he confesses with a touch of remorse.

"Shut up," I snap, suprising even myself. "Love is never wrong. No matter what race you are, your status, or whatever my father says."

"But mistress, your father-"

I pull back just enough to stare him down. "My father has no right to say anything about it! And he will not know, either." I soften once more. "Haven't you ever wanted to live for yourself, Cube?" He swallows hard, but nods his head eagerly. I smile through my tears. "Then show me your love, Cube," I breathe, and take his lips in mine. He tenses up only for a moment, then holds me a little tighter. It feels like butterflies have taken over my stomach, and I'm suddenly dizzy. This overwhelming feeling...

We kiss for a long time, and part ravenously to breathe. We are both panting, and we both need more. I see something new in him- his desire and lust. He is feeling this way just for me, and the thought makes me croon pleadingly to him. He gently scoops me up like a bride and takes me to my bedroom. Once we're inside, he sets me down on my bed with a longing sigh. I smile exotically and lay back, sliently calling to him. He gulps and closes the door. He starts advancing on me but has second thoughts and locks my door first.

I watch him crawl onto my bed and towards me. I can tell that he is unsure about what we are going to do, but he wants it so much, and perhaps he is not so innocent after all. He hovers over me and asks me one final time: "Are you sure you want this?"

Without a word I pull him down to me and kiss his soft lips, elicting a small moan from him. "I love you, Cube." I whisper again.

He smiles and touches his forehead to mine. "I love you, too, Olive." I giggle as he says my name for what must be the first time; it feels so good.

"Make love to me." I tell him. Compliant, he starts taking off his shirt, and I help him. It occers to me that he's still in his butler uniform, which means he was working before he came to the bathroom. He really does work hard. Sometimes I think daddy doesn't realize that.

I run my soft, white fingers over his boyish chest, causing him to shudder pleasantly. His leathery wings are hanging limp over his sides. I stroke one out of curiousity, and he cries out in pure delight, his arms coming out in goosebumps. I giggle and lean up to kiss him again. His pants must come off, now. I stick my knee between his legs to tease him. He grunts softly, and he gets the hint. The boxers are just in the way, so they come off too. Now we are both entirely naked. He is quite a bit more shy than me, and is adorable.

He flattens himself upon me and nibbles on my lower lip. I can feel his fangs prick me, and it makes me feel crazy with desire. I lick his lips with the edge of my tongue and after a moment he copies me. Soon, we are kissing each other deeply, and uncontrollable moans escape our throats. I grab his hands and place them on my breasts. He kneads them tenderly, but with enough force to make it sting delightfully. I can feel his sex rubbing against mine as he moves, and I feel tight and moist. I'm so glad I've never gone this far with another man before. He kisses my neck now, and again his fangs catch on me, only this time drawing droplets of blood that he licks away lovingly.

I run my hands over his beautiful bronze skin and grab his bottom. He sighs gently, and I trail my fingernails along him. He shivers and whispers to me. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I reply. I spread my legs and help guide him to my entrance. As a demon, he is better-equipped than your average human. He pushes himself into me with difficulty, and my virginity breaks. It hurts; it burns and stings and it's completely worth it. He must sense my pain, because he presses his lips to mine in sympathy. Now he is completely inside me. I sigh in relief, and my arms drop uselessly to the covers. I feel drained, but we must go on.

He makes love to me slowly and deeply. If feels so good, finally having him inside me. We are one, and I cannot help crying again. He tries to soothe me with tender words and I stroke his silky hair. We make love for what seems like hours, and we are close to release. I'm so tight, I can't help it anymore, but the pain is nearly gone. My breathing is shallow and quick, and his is ragged. With a muffled moan, he comes inside of me. It feels so good that I do, too, right after him. He removes himself and collapses on me. "Oh, Cube," I cry out in bliss, too exhausted to budge. He smiles and pulls the covers over us, then settles down next to me, his face in my hair and his arm around me.

"Good night, my love." he sighs happily. I roll onto my side to face him. He is the last thing I see before I slip into the most comforting sleep I've ever had into my life.

I love you, silly demon.