The first rays of dawn filtered through the tall arched windows of Sirzechs' bedroom, casting golden streams of light across the polished mahogany floors.
The room was vast, a perfect blend of luxury and purpose, reflecting both noble heritage and the discipline of a young devil in training. Heavy crimson drapes framed the windows, partially drawn to allow just enough light to illuminate the space without glaring.
The four-poster bed, draped with deep black velvet curtains, sat against the northern wall, its mattress fluffed to perfection and scattered with an array of cushions in shades of crimson, gold, and silver.
Shelves lined the walls, crammed with grimoires, scrolls, and small artifacts that bore the faint hum of demonic energy.
A large desk near the eastern wall held meticulously organized papers, training notes, and a small assortment of magical instruments.
On the opposite side, a full-length mirror reflected both the grandeur of the room and the boy who inhabited it, while a corner was reserved for meditation and energy practice, padded with thick mats.
Every object, from the intricate rugs embroidered with family sigils to the enchanted lighting fixtures that glowed faintly even in daylight, radiated elegance and purpose.
The morning air smelled faintly of wax polish and aged parchment, mixing with a subtle hint of incense—remnants of Venelana's early rituals in the room.
Sirzechs lay asleep under the warm covers, his chest rising and falling steadily. At fourteen, his frame was lean but athletic, reflecting years of rigorous training. His crimson hair caught the sunlight as it spilled across the bed, sharp and wild, though slightly tamed in sleep.
His facial features were still youthful, with large, intelligent eyes that hinted at both determination and mischief even in slumber. A faint dusting of freckles traced the bridge of his nose, and his skin had the faintly golden undertone typical of pure-blooded devils.
His long limbs suggested agility and speed, while his hands, though small, bore the precision and strength honed from hours of magical practice. Even resting, there was an air of quiet power around him, as if the latent energy within his body refused to be contained.
His presence in the room gave a sense of potential — a young heir growing into his strength, destined for mastery far beyond most of his peers.
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Venelana stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she emerged from the depths of a peaceful sleep. Beside her, Sirzechs lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, a picture of tranquility and innocence.
Venelana propped herself up on one elbow, her violet eyes taking in the sight of him. A soft, affectionate smile played on her lips as she reached out, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her touch, and she couldn't help but lean in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead.
As she moved, the silk of her nightgown rustled softly, the deep, rich blue of the fabric a stark contrast against the pale sheets. The gown was a vision of sensuality, the neckline plunging low to reveal the swell of her ample breasts, the fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating every line and valley of her body. The skirt was short, barely covering her thighs, the slit up the side offering tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, toned legs.
She sat up fully, her flaxen hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face in a halo of gold. Her eyes, a deep, mesmerizing violet, sparkled with a mix of tenderness and mischief as she looked down at Sirzechs, her gaze roaming over his body, taking in every inch of him.
Venelana reached out, her hands sliding beneath the covers, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the sensitive skin of his stomach. She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a soft, gentle kiss, her tongue teasing the seam of his lips, coaxing them open. He stirred beneath her, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close, his body responding to hers with a hunger that matched her own.
She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hands roaming his body, her touch both tender and demanding. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent, a testament to his desire for her. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps, her eyes locked on his, a silent promise of pleasure and passion.
"Good morning, my baby," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, a promise of the delights to come. "Did you sleep well?"
Sirzechs nodded, his eyes still heavy with sleep, his voice a low, husky rumble. "Like a baby, Mother. And you?"
Venelana chuckled, a low, sensual sound that vibrated through her body, sending shivers of pleasure through them both. "Like a goddess, my dear. Like a goddess."
She leaned down, her lips capturing his once more, her body pressing against his, the silk of her nightgown a soft, sensual barrier between them. Her hands roamed his body, exploring every inch of him, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She could feel his hands on her, his fingers tracing the lines of her body, his touch both reverent and demanding.
As their passion built, Venelana pulled back, her eyes gleaming with desire, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She reached for the hem of her nightgown, her fingers teasing the edge, her gaze never leaving Sirzechs' face. With a slow, deliberate movement, she pulled the gown over her head, her body bared to him, her curves and lines a vision of beauty and desire.
Sirzechs' eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight of her, his body responding with a hunger that was almost primal. Venelana smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and promise.
"Now, my baby," she purred, her voice a low, sultry invitation. "Let's take a bath and than we also need to have breakfast."