Lahat ng Kabanata ng OWNED BY THE DEMON KING: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

His claws dug into my back, blood tracing down my body as he grabbed my cock and began stroking. His forked tongue dragged down my neck to my chest, swirling around my nipples. His large, rock-hard dick slapped against my thigh, grinding slowly as he stroked harder. A soft moan escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, trying–and failing–to control myself. I wasn't supposed to find pleasure in this. He was meant to be bound to me, under my command. But that fire… I just couldn't resist him. “KNEEL, MORTAL," his voice rang out, deep and guttural. I looked up at him, my teeth clenching as I struggled to defy him, to tell him to his face that he had no control over me. But although my heart rebelled, my body did the opposite. The chains binding me tightened, a sharp pleasure running through my blood-slick skin as I dropped down to my knees. The smile on his face widened, his long sharp fangs glistening in the moonlight as he grabbed me by my hair, pulling my face closer to his crotch. “

The doors of the cathedral burst open, splinters of wood flying in every corner. Dust and smoke flooded the sacred hall as more than twenty men swarmed in, their blackened armor clacking with every step they took. Etched on their breastplate was a sigil—a broken sun stabbed by a dagger—confirming my thoughts. Skarr. Their gaze swept through the place before finally landing on me. “There!" a man snarled from within the group. He pushed through the men as he came out into view. Standing taller than the others and with caped armor was Skarr, leader of the inquisition. On his face was a jagged scar that ran down the right of his cheek, splitting his lip and vanishing into his chin. He was here for my blood. I stood naked on the shattered steps of the altar. My skin was searing red with runes that ran down my body like veins. They glowed with each thud of my heart. My breath fogged in the chill air and my hands shook—not with fear, but with restrained hell that stirred within me, wait

The smell of burnt oil and rotting fish hit me as I stepped out of the remains of the cathedral and my nose scrunched. I placed my hands over my face, blocking the still rising sun as my feet hit the damp cobblestone, wet with piss and the previous night's rainfall. “FISHES FROM THE DARK WATERS!”“MELONS! GET YOUR MELONS HERE!" “ENCHANTMENTS FOR YOUR LOVERS!" Crowds flocked down the pathway leading into the street where different stalls had already been set up. The voices of merchants rose filled the air as they shouted prices. I groaned, staring back at the cathedral where the bloodied remains of Skaar's men still laid. Someone would have to take care of that, I thought to myself as I ran a hand through my sticky hair. As I took another step, two kids raced by me, their mother shouting their names behind them. She almost bumped into me, turned to apologize, but her expression quickly turned to disgust as she hurried after her kids. Did I really look that bad?Ignoring her react

KAELEN'S POV The sun had risen high now, its rays piercing through the canopy of leaves above me and bathing the ground in little golden spots. The bustling noise of the merchant market slowly faded away, swallowed by the thick silence of the forest. “Ugh," I groaned softly, as I pressed my palms against my side, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. My other hand grabbed the reins tight, yanking it back and stopping the horse from veering into the shrubs.‘Your foot's healed,’ Thrakos muttered in my skull, his voice smug. I glanced down at my foot to see that it had indeed healed up, the flesh that had been torn apart now smooth again. “Well, then heal my bloody side," I said through clenched teeth as I leaned forward on the cart's worn dashboard, my vision slowly blurring. “I'm… losing a… lot of godsdamn blood here, Thrakos.” ‘Fixing a wound like that isn't as easy as the one on your foot, Kaelen,’ Thrakos said, his chuckle resonating through my mind. ‘You have to let the