This guy couldn't be serious. This was actually a joke, right? He chose the most lingerie-looking outfit I had ever seen. Black. Black! To a wedding! The skirt barely covered my ass, or rather, didn't cover it at all. The top was nothing more than a bra. Was he delusional? After taking a freezing cold shower, I come into my room and see this? My whistle started before I even opened the window of my room. I whistled as loud as I could with my eyes on the garden down below. A knock sounded on my door not much later. I swung the door open, hastily ushering Nija inside, and the first thing I did was throw the ridiculous outfit in her face. "What's this?" She asked with a frown. "My outfit for the wedding," I stated, seething with fury. Her eyebrows shot up high. "You're wearing this?" she asked incredulously as she held the two tiny pieces in front of her. "No. Definitely not. Anything BUT that." I answered with a hopeful tone. She caught on to my words and looked at me. "No." She
"Come with me." Nija whispered suddenly in my ear. I showed no reaction, not even the slightest movement. But when she tapped my hand and headed towards the right, I immediately followed her through a side door. "You're sitting at the front." Nija said, still walking. "You're joking." I responded incredulously. "No. King's orders. He didn't look too happy. I guess you escaped before he could get to you?" Nija asked, and I could sense a hint of pride in her tone. "Correct. Not that he could do anything with this dress, anyway." I proudly stated. "That's why I chose it. You look fucking amazing. If I were king Satan, I would ditch Guirita the moment I saw you." Nija complemented, leaving me taken aback. Before I could thank her, she led us through a door ahead, revealing an enormous ballroom. The high ceiling almost reached the castle's height, and the tall windows let in plenty of light, were it day. Now, the night sky and the thousands of stars were visible. Chandeliers adorned with
He eyed me for what felt like an eternity. Eyed my curves, the naked skin of my waist, my breasts which weren't covered with a bra. I couldn't, with the open back. His gaze finally settled on my neck, which was completely covered. No bruises were seen, no puncture marks, no skin. Fury. Absolute fury. But also something else. Almost as if the desire I saw overtook the fury. But then his eyes met mine again and only fury was to be seen and I knew I had imagined the desire. The hunger. The demons around us were becoming restless as he unknowingly released his Wrath essence, causing growls to echo in the room. He managed to control himself and walked past me without attacking me on the spot, which was a relief. As he reached the podium, and turned around, his face was a mix of pure seriousness and rage. So much rage. The power emanating from him seemed to encompass the entire kingdom. "Kneel." He ordered with an angry voice. His eyes went to me and they blackened with anger. His co
Relief swept through the room as the wedding ceremony reached its climax. The ring slid around her finger. "Demons! I present to you! King Satan and beloved, his wife, the mother of our heirs!" Cheers. Screamed. Yells. Alcohol went up. A total frenzy. I remained silent, unable to react even if I wanted to. "King Satan! You may taste your bride!" The pastor's voice boomed over the crowd. Taste? Did he just say taste? As Samael lifted Guirita's veil, my heart went from panic to a complete standstill. Her face was finally fully visible, and she looked up at him with adoration. His face leaned down, and she closed her eyes with a small smile around her lips. Instead of slow motion, the world seemed to stop for a while. But then it sped up and I watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. I expected them to kiss. I knew what a kiss meant, knew he would be tied to her forever. A bond so deep, it melted their life forces together. But instead, Samael's face went directly to her neck. H
"Fay."I also turned around and found Wruy standing in front of me, his hand extended towards me in invitation. "May I have this dance?" He tried to smile but failed miserably and I hesitantly took his hand. "Uhm... Sure." I mumbled and gasped when he pulled me towards him, closer to the middle of the room.In the dimly lit ballroom, bodies swayed close to us. Wruy wrapped his arm around me and I was too shocked by the movement that I didn't protest. He was touching me so openly. "Are you allowed to touch me?" I asked with a frown when I placed my hand on his shoulder. "For tonight, yes. The king trusts me." Wruy answered as he moved us closer to the front.I was confused for a few seconds. Until I saw Samael sitting at the table, looking at us. Wruy moved us even closer to the table and when I looked up at him, I just saw the end of a subtle nod towards the table."Trusts you with that? To baby sit me?" I questioned with a scowl. Wruy looked down at me, surprised, but then grinned. "
There was only one place I could go. Only one place where I wanted to go. I walked past the fighting rings, where demons were preparing for their battles. I was unseen. Drunk demons stumbled and fell around me, but none dared to enter the silent, dark maze. I was completely alone here. Alone in the darkness. "Hey, buddy." I said to the willow tree in the middle of the maze. This place was already becoming a sanctuary to me. The leaves of the gigantic tree swayed slowly in the soft wind, almost as if it was greeting me back. My usual, lonely seat was empty and I sat on it, hidden by the tree on this cold night. Faint sounds of an epic party echoed in the distance, and flickering lights indicated that the night was far from over. I sat and stared in silence. Until an uncomfortable feeling washed over me. A chill ran down my spine, the hairs on my neck rising, and my body woke up with shock. A demon was close. Very close. I strained my ears to listen for any sound, but there was no
He released me, and his head reappeared in front of me again, his eyes closed. "Fuck. That's more like it." He groaned, looking like he was in pure bliss. I saw goosebumps rise on his skin and wondered what effect my blood had on him. He almost looked like he was having some sort of mental orgasm. His fingers were still on my underwear and his other hand was on my knee, holding it to the side. He stayed kneeling and I looked down at the king with half-lidded eyes. My body felt satisfied, almost as if it no longer belonged to me. It hummed with the power of Sam running through my veins. Sam knew exactly what he was doing every time he bit me, but I couldn't tell if he fully understood the impact his bites had on me. He had mentioned that my body would adapt to his needs, but he himself looked like he was in heaven. It was better not to let him know how he affected me. He would surely use it to his advantage. My gaze fell to his mouth, which was slightly red with my blood. His eyes o
"Will you take her? To envy?" Guirita asked me as we walked out of the maze. "Who?" I responded as if I didn't know. But we both knew exactly whom she meant. "The blood whore." Guirita basically snapped at me. I looked at her sharply, and she instantly looked down. "I'm sorry, my king. I just don't want you to drink from her again." She whispered, her eyes on the gravel. We slowly walked to the exit, but my body was yearning me to go back. Fay was in the maze, completely alone. Fay was in the maze, completely alone. After all this time that she was in the human realm, I finally had her here. I should be with her right now, my teeth in her skin, fucking her against the tree. "Why?" I asked, ignoring the pull in my teeth. They had been hurting from drinking Guirita's blood, and it was an annoying pain. They finally felt normal again after drinking Fay's blood, but I wanted more. So much more. But I couldn't, not this coming week. "You know why, husband. You know she will crave you."