She'll Be There

Trevor’s POV

(Present Time)

A letter from the King of Lutz rested on my desk alongside all my reports. My regrettably personal weakness forced me to pause halfway through the first paragraph. With my fists clenched tightly, I feared I would smear the delicate quill ink before I could finish reading. New respect for the printers I used to take for granted back home.

I know, a brave hero and treasure to women like myself shouldn't have a glaring problem. I mean besides this one little aspect, I had a perfect life and a childhood. Besides my sister and her many, many taunts, what could I possibly have to complain about, right?

...She'll be there...Damn it all!

How long had it been since I stepped foot into Lutz castle? Four or five years now? I hadn't traveled there since the first two months of being in this medieval-like dimension, despite it only being a day's trip by carriage. Instead, I devoted myself to my work and my sister's family in a nearby city.

Things were going so well since my arrival in the city of Vernen. Training was going phenomenally, my lessons for the baby demon were perfect, and my family was finally happy again. We even got another new little member.

Yet all it took was a couple of scribbled words, and my thoughts were consumed by 'She'll be there.'

Tch, maybe I just needed to get laid by one of the lovely young maids who've offered themselves up. If only my dick would cooperate. Annoying, yes, but I guess it made sense. Only the best women should arouse a God-blessed and incredibly endowed man such as myself. Right, no other reason...

Forcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat, I continued reading.

King Ulrich expressed issues with his nobles going missing. Recently, some of their bodies had started turning up. Evidence suggested an assassin had found their way behind his walls. One skilled enough that the stubborn Dark King would request assistance. The old man didn't fail to mention that the DSS was technically in his debt and why.

Back home, my last mission was an assault on Shiuku's Hideout. I was to retrieve the research found, aid the Final Guardian(the sole person who can break a demon lord's mark), and rescue my sister. Between Aileen's work in captivity and the Final Guardian's skills, we'd freed 26 elementals/demons. Perfect and according to plan. So naturally, when we were escaping, luck became a backstabbing bitch and switched sides. Oh, and luck, she didn't just throw a wrench into our plans, but the whole toolbox and the fucking grease monkey!

We were racing out of his hideout, praying we left before Shiuku could return home. So what happens? Demon Lord Darren and his insane daughter showed up. Powerful allies to Shiuku. We split up, knowing our mission was more important than our individual lives. Then, of course, Demon Lord Shiuku himself appeared. Fighting hard, we managed to escape, but only with one final deal struck... That marked the DSS' first victory against Shiuku. To the world, it was a significant accomplishment, though if you asked any of us, it was a bitter stalemate.

Hell, there was only one major casualty from either side. My disgusting, deluded true love who wanted me to be her side-piece. All I had to do was murder my comrades! Oh, and also swear my allegiance to my sister's kidnapper. I shook my head. True love or not, the demon was not worth my time.

After the battle, King Ulrich offered everyone we saved sanctuary in his and Aileen's dimension. Fearing the demon lords, they accepted graciously. Shiuku and Darren's victims were safe where the demon lords could never retrieve them and currently resided in Lutz castle in peace. Not to boast, but there was cheering when I accompanied them to this dimension. I'm sure the ladies grieved when my sister stole me away for Vernen city. Can't blame em. They all loved their dashingly handsome savior. Well, most of them…

I tapped a steady rhythm on the table with my finger. Images of the frightened girl we rescued flashed in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to stop them. Her face was soft with big eyes and sugary lips I was dying to kiss. She had curves in all the right places. I had trouble not staring at her perky breasts peeking out from her torn, thin shirt. The girl's soft brown hair framed her heart face perfectly too. It didn't matter if it was ratted from sleeping in a hospital bed or if she was given time to brush it.

She had hidden under her covers when I bent down to run my fingers through the light strands. For some reason, she was mute towards me and scared. Of me! All I did was help save her and show concern. It made no sense for her not to want me! And believe it or not, that was the second time I'd been rejected.

My first crush was an optimistic girl whose face I couldn't see, concealed by the brisk night. She dressed all in black, exploring a graveyard ten years ago. I'd given her my number. Later that night, I found the paper discarded in the dirt. None of my girlfriends could make me forget her soft awkward laugh or the passion when she excitedly spoke; until I rescued that mute girl, my sweet Cupcake. Now for the past five years, I was obsessed with her instead.

I had tried to console my Cupcake several times. When that failed, I joked, complimented her, and showed her my panty-dropping smile. Though, I could never get an answer of more than two words. Cupcake would run/hide anytime I got close. Leaving me almost no opportunity…unless…

There was one way I could see her where she wouldn't be able to flee…Him.

My sister's husband, Lord Devon, was born able to control three elements, wind, ground, and mind. The last one, I'd always despised. Being able to manipulate a person's subconscious or draw on their natural aura is creepy. Yet here I was contemplating using my in-law to do just that. Pathetic.

Intruding her dreams, that wouldn't make me any better than the demon lord I abhorred above all others.

But…still, it was the best shot at getting that frightened girl to open up to me. Maybe I could help her through whatever trauma Shiuku forced upon her.

I could convince her I'm a knight in shining armor and get my hero's kiss.

Finally feel those pouty lips moving against mine. Move her slowly to the bed as my fingers unlace her top, revealing large breasts to my greedy eyes. They'd feel so soft in my palms. My fingers would tug and pinch them, making her pussy all wet and ready for me. Teasingly, I'd push a finger into her slick entrance until she ultimately gave me her submission. Soon, her moans would fill the space between us. Meanwhile, I'd climbed on top of her and take her fully as my woman.

Already I could feel my cock growing in my trousers.

No, Devon would never agree to use his mind power, especially with his past.

Okay, think of something else, something unsexy. Kill the boner.

Thumbing the paper, I brought myself to the issue at hand.

King Ulrich summoned me to Lutz castle to handle an illusive assassin. I would have no choice but to bring along his daughter and grandchildren.

The entire reason I was able to tag along to this dimension was to train and watch my sister's family; due to some…circumstances. The DSS was clear, someone would always have to stay close to Aileen's baby, Shion. No exceptions.

I happily accepted the task as I knew my sister would be more comfortable with a familiar face observing and documenting her first child.

The King wasn't stupid; he knew this and that they would have to come with me. His precious family would be put in possible danger. The situation must have been dire. There were only four people the King showed any affection or mercy towards; his daughter, two grandchildren, and his wife of four years. I like to think that I've also charmed my way into the King's good graces.

It would be awkward if he hated me. I was sort of part of his expanding family.

A growing family… Nope, not going there. Next issue in the letter!

For some reason, the King took the time to mention a princess from a neighboring country visiting. She must have been at least part of why he needed the killings handled quickly.

A princess, huh? Unlike a particular pain in my buttox princess I knew here, this princess might be almost as fashionable as me. She would most likely be gorgeous and well mannered… Indeed, she would be elegant, graceful, and ready for a dashing young gentleman to swoon her. A perfect palate cleanser to move on!

But first, I had to inform my sister and her demon about this letter.

I got out of my desk chair. Might as well get it over with. Lord Devon wouldn't be pleased to lose his wife and kids for a while, and we had to leave by sunrise.

Chances were, their family had retired by now. Shion and Kalum were probably being tucked in and reading a story. If Shion wasn't read something before bed by one of his parents, the entire room would shake from his ground ability. The toddler had little control over his powers when upset or sugared by their favorite Uncle. His younger brother liked to try imitating the tantrum to little success.

Thinking of them, I should grab those two troublemakers something for a late-night snack.

I grabbed the two cookies off my desk that a maid had baked for me. They tasted great; a shame her lips weren't as sweet. Not an absolute treat like my Cupcake's would be. I had excellent intuition for that sort of thing… If only I could have her close to me, talk with her, touch her. Somewhere she couldn't run away… The thought had my soldier standing at attention again.

Damn it! Forget my reservations! Asking Devon about a little dreamland trip wasn't worse than obsessing over the possibility. At least when he gets pissed and rejects the idea, I could dismiss the notion from my head. Right! I'm so damn smart sometimes.

I threw on an oversized shirt before leaving my quarters, just in case.

The mansion was unnervingly quiet at this time of night. Outside a large oval window, I could make out some merchants packing their things. Inside were a few guards protecting various areas. They were unmoving and silent as if they were empty suits of armor. The only noises were my footsteps and a few crickets hopping around.

I stole a candle-lit lantern from one of the guards. He said nothing and gave me a slight bow. I may have recognized him had he not been wearing a helmet. I'd personally trained most of the guards, knights, and squires here as their commander; my 'technical title.'

Two guards were stationed outside of Lord Devon's chamber. One of the guards shook his helmed head at me as I approached the door. I rolled my eyes. Sure anyone else interrupting story time was likely to get in serious trouble with the kids, but I was different. My nephews adored me! Plus, I had cookies!

Ignoring the silent warning, I opened the door wide and made my grand entrance. "Hello! How are my adorable little men doing?!"

Instantly, my jaw dropped to the floor. For once, I should have listened to the guard.

Aileen and Devon had retired for the night… but they weren't reading to their children. Nope.

In front of my now permanently scarred eyes was my sister tied to the bed with clamps squeezing her nipples, a hand on her throat, and her half-demon husband humping her vigorously.

I dropped the lantern and stomped out the flame. The room still had two candles burning, but it was harder to make out their sweaty bodies anymore. As I backed away, I awkwardly muttered, "I'll be waiting outside."

Devon's eyes turned blood red as he glared at me. He grunted while continuing to plow into his wife, "Out!"

I hurried out the door, still hearing my little sister moaning under her true love.

At least my boner was gone. After witnessing a kinky porno starring my sister, I don't think my dick will ever get hard again.