THE ONE WITH A FETISH FOR COLLAPSING ON TITTIES

She did not know something was wrong with the arrogant man again and only thought he wanted to ignore her, so she turned her back to him and closed her eyes.

He wouldn't kill her in her sleep, would he? Surly there is a limit to the things he can do. Having a lot of power does not naturally make him invincible.

Stop it Phantasy, we both know he is invincible. She sighed in disappointment and tried to stay awake. Who knows, this man might truly be a demon. With that though, her heart starts to beat violently, plams getting sweaty. She didnt want to die yet. She had goals to achieve.

Nicholas who was in a subconscious state again, felt something heavily thumping in his ears. At first he though it was the little girl but he was sure she had turned her back. He listened in again, battling to be conscious. The sounds became even louder and louder and his ears seem to perk up a bit. This made even his won heart to skip a bit. Why did his ears suddenly move?

Was he turning to a rabbit? The sounds continued for some minutes and then stopped. About an hour passed before Nicholas gained his consciousness. He first glanced at the girl who seemed to be asleep.

He placed a hand on her and quietly asked. "Are you asleep Little girl?"

Phantasy was already drifting asleep but when she heard the now familiar voice, she jolted awake, clamping her hands together under the sheets as she felt her heart begin to thump again.

Nicholas head the lub-dub sound again and frowned. He stared at Phantasy who was obviously stiff for some time before keeping his book aside and retreating to bed.

It could not be that.....could he really hear heart beats now.

Was the title of demon rubbing off on him....or is it the flashbacks.

At a cave, a woman who looked to be in her forties panicked as she held her right hand preventing it from shaking further and roared at the three young ladies.

"What do you mean you can't find the thread?"

The ladies scooted to a side and trembled. They looked at the series of thread that was hung and spread and gave the woman an helpless look.

She felt even more agitated and screamed at them. "Look for it. You useless good for nothing. Find it even if you have to crawl into Styx river." after scanning the cave again, she rubbed her right hand and vanished into thin air.

The young ladies sighed and crawled further into the cave searching through infinity of threads.

In the middle of the night, Nicholas woke and saw that the little girl had turned in her sleep. This time he couldn't hear anything but her steady breathing, she had fallen asleep for long. He brought out his book and turned on the night lamp. He checked the book again and skimmed through it.

Two years ago, he had stumbled upon a property with great view and had found a box at the entrance. The property was very old and looked forgotten. Abandoned.

He felt an immense sense of pity he had never felt before and decided to buy it but all of a sudden, the property could not be found again and it still baffled him till now.

As he glanced at the book he was holding again, he trailed his hand over his eye lids. His eye color was naturally gold. Although there was a medical condition for it, he had always been an outcast for it and through that he managed to learn to survive alone. Coupled with the fact that his intelligence was inhumane, he was labelled as a Lonely demon.

He smiled mysteriously as he returned the book and glanced at the little sleeping beauty.

In his mind he spoke. "Little girl, dont run. It will hurt."

With a melancholic look, he stared into space for a long time and did not know when dawn light started to seep in. He laid back in bed facing the little girl and smiled.

Patting her cheek, Nicholas felt that she was quite special. "Little Girl only you can save now."

Phantasy yawned and streched in bed, a content smile on her seducing lip. The bed was surly different. it was as if she was sleeping on soft cloud. So comfortable. She remembered that she was not in her room and quickly swept her eyes to the position the cruel man was supposed to be.

Phantasy clenched her thighs to make sure nothing went wrong last night and was satisfied when she confirmed nothing happened.

But where did the demon go to so nearly. Could it be that he did not sleep in the same bed with her last night? Was he worried that he would do something out of the blue?

Quickly she put a little spit on her finger and wiped the sleep in the corners of her eyes. There is no one around to see anyways so she didn't need to be shy. She wiped her face downwards with her hand and adjusted her head on the pillow. She then acted like she slept in an upright manner, not knowing someone was smiling at her actions.

Phantasy turned her head to the other side and was net with a pair of gold, sharp, glinting eyes. "Ahhh...." she gasped. The eyes studied her expression as they changed from fright to realisation.

Nicholas placed a palm on her cheek that was slowly turning red. "I have seen this before." he whispered and drowsily his eyes closed and his head fell directly on her breast.

She frowned. This man...does he have a fetish for collapsing on her breast?