Demonic King Who Chases His Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mouth burned the moment his member entered but the pain only made me want more of him. At first it was difficult as his dick was too big to fit in my mouth, but seconds later, I adapted. I soon found myself sucking his juicy cock, drool dripping down my lips as my head bobbed up and down. It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't his doing any longer, but mine. I wanted him badly, to have his burning cum coating the walls of my mouth. I wanted… the Demon King. I know it sounds like a lot, but it didn't start here. Let me tell you how I summoned the Hell Overlord–and made a deal I couldn't escape.

I just nodded while looking away and I couldn't even show my ugly face to everyone because after all this was a very embarrassing thing and even at this point I didn't know how to make him say it and stop acting like that. we finally started to prepare after I gave some food to my husband, we tried to look for the point where the king and also thin were, indeed it was not very far away and the demonic aura was really very thick because it was all around so that all the senses so very difficult to just search. Or even the center which is the place where the king and queen of the devil are, until in the end for some reason I saw something so very strange, a movement that was so very big, but w

she tells Zach who gulps and looks at me uncomfortably because he knows that I lose it when she is around. " What do you have to talk to my husband privately? I am sure you can tell him in front of me since I am his wife and your queen now since Zach is the King of Demons, it makes me the Queen of Demons. Please tell." I asked with the politest tone I can ever ask while from inside I was holding myself to scratch his face and pop her eyes out for lusting after Zacharias.

I married a man who loves me like I am his whole world. He cooks for me. He kisses me. He looks at me like I would never lie to him. But I am not who he thinks I am. By day, I am his perfect wife. By night, I hunt the kind of monsters I am supposed to kill. And the worst part is— The Vampire King I have been hunting for ten years… may be sleeping beside me every night. Clara I watched Elias sleep beside me, the rise and fall of his breathing steady in the quiet room. His face was half-buried in the pillow, one arm draped across my waist, his grip tight even in sleep.

asked the king with his hands on his back. "Nothing, sir." He answered fearfully, fearing that he would be caught so tightly that he could not utter a word. "Who is she?"The king then asked,all his attention was now focus on Damon . " She was my mate , before the prince married her."he gave an Horrified response. “And you realize the penalty for coveting the bride of the royal family. "The king questioned him when he was so overcome with fear that he soon fell to his knees.

Kyle was telling me as I started dragging him to the front of the soldiers but I ignored his words since he was the perfect person to play the role of that meanie husband of mine. "Now, everyone. I will be playing the part of both myself and the snake so watch closely so you won't miss any detail, okay? While our very own Sir Arsen will be playing the part of the big bad Lycan King, who is also known as my husband, Darius Moratis." The soldiers laughed at my choice of words but I didn't understand why since I wasn't making a joke. I brushed off their laughter and turned to Kyle. "Now, act as though you are eating," I told him.

I walked upstairs and Kerion followed after me. "Fucking old hog" Muttered under my breath. God he was disgustingly annoying and I hated him. He must be so proud of himself because his boss is a fag so he knows he has job security. Dante probably fucks his ass too. He looks like the type to take it up his ass too. Or maybe Kerion wanted it but wasn't Dante's type. Does his wife know? Poor woman. I'd pity her if didn't already hate her. She was not only crazy but also a stupid bitch herself so I didn't care for her.

I moved my fingers, telling him that I could not get married to him. The room fell silent, and I watched as the devil king’s face twisted into a nasty snarl. I flinched, retreating to the other end of the bed as his eyes, filled with anger, glared at me. My body began to tremble. Was he going to devour me because I had refused him? I never thought my answer would warrant this much ire from him. The devil king exhaled, his demeanour changing and his face turning blank. “It would be a waste to get angry and kill you,” he sighed. “Now, pick again. You can both get cured and become my wife, or I can throw you out there to the rogues. I am sure they would be more than happy to feast on you,” he g

A couple of females took notice, glancing over at him and whispering to each other. "Who's that?" a small witch murmured with slight interest. "A demon," another female whispered. "He must be a berserker, to be that big. Why is he demonic? Is he looking to start a fight?" "Never had a berserker before," the small one purred. "Don't even think about it," yet a different witch warned. "He's the cursed king. The demon within controls that one. He'd rip you to pieces." They shook their heads, their expressions a mixture of pity and fear. The back of his neck heated beneath the hood of his cloak. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until his claws bit into his palms.

He turned to her slowly, his gaze dim and unreachable. “You’ll be my property. A prized whore for kings and wealthy men. I’ll name the price for every filthy night they want in between your legs.” His voice dropped lower, colder. “That will be your punishment." He paused, his golden eyes gleaming as he narrowed them at her. “For being the wife of a traitor.”