5. My Demon Slave

The kingdom is my isolation, my punishment. I was banished down to hell because of my feelings. But Basilea is a demon, what could go wrong, right?

Wrong.

All of it was wrong. History had proven to be true. I was no match for my angel, not loved by my handsome werewolf and now, I need to shake any feelings towards my one and only harem.

Easier said than done.

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I busied myself with my generals until I recognized the need for them to rest when we have worked well into the night. Following the situation, I was back to my chamber not long after where Basilea had waited.

The demon succubus looked graceful in my royal blue color. Her curves were perfect, her sway was enticing, and her gaze was making me hard in seconds. She walked toward me and put her hands on my bare chest.

"Seemed that I've upset you? please accept my apology." Her words were soft as she kissed my chest and then glanced at me, searching for a hint of anger.

My hands rest on her small waists, rubbing her bare s