Demon King

The screams of the damned had become monotonous, the demon king thought to himself. There once was a time when knowing he had a demon army at his fingertips felt all powerful, and deliciously good. One lift of his long finger, and they did whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted. Hell was the place that he had assisted in ruling well, but now it seemed tedious, and tantamount to boring. The same schemes with the same demons and the same opponents.

The odds of hell conquering Heaven was never the goal. The goal had always been to conquer Earth. Over the centuries, the black book had been his conduit into the world. Through it, he was able to be summoned and through that summoning enjoy his time on Earth. It had been well over 100 years.

King Excelsis had been greedy to a fault, he recalled. He had happily exchanged his soul for the power to rule. He had been shocked to see the frail, terrified princess before him this time. She did not seem like a selfish mortal. In fact, she had given him her soul to save her kingdom.

Not to be rich. Not to be powerful, but to simply save lives and her home. What a peculiar mortal, he thought. It was his usual custom to possess the reader's body and soul, but with her he felt different. She was... refreshing. It had been so long since he had smelled and tasted innocence as sweet as hers.

He was reminded of their dance under the moonlight. Her doe-like eyes wide filled with wonder and anticipation at the powerful creature that stood before her. He couldn't read her mind- yet, but he could feel her aural vibrations. They were strong. The color of her aura was a rose colored pink.

When he gazed upon her, she was a rosy pink tone. His eyes could see what the mortals could not. The Veil that protected them. The princess had been a sweet delight in his arms as he kissed and bit her soft, supple skin. He wanted more of her, but dammit, he would have to wait until the next full moon. Then he could tell her more about their arrangement and the rules she was bound by.

"Are you going to brood all night or are you coming to bed?" His lover, a Succubus named Hella asked him as she strolled over to him completely naked, except for a sheer robe.

He was sitting on a small antique sofa. With a certain sexual prowess the beautiful creature slid both of her arms down his bare, muscular chest. She gently rested her chin atop his head.

"Is something wrong, my king? You've been acting peculiar since you came back from the mortal realm." She played in his soft white-blue hair.

"I'm fine." He didn't move, just sat there continuing to stare into the distance.

When she didn't get the desired reaction she climbed over the couch and stood in front of him, her crotch at his eye level.

"There are other things you could do than just sit here, brooding." She opened the sheer rope to expose her naked sex.

He looked at it, then up at her. She had a sexy smirk on her face. He pushed her. She fell to the ground. He grew angry at her because she had interrupted his sweet thoughts of the Princess. His sweet angelic face was gone. In its place was his wretched demon face. She laughed an insane laugh.

"Is this what you want!" He growled low and mean at her, in his demon voice.

She sat up on her elbows as he crawled atop her. She nodded her head 'yes'. She reached up to touch his face. He grabbed her wrist before she could. Denying her the pleasure.

He applied pressure and squeezed. She let out a cry of pleasure/pain. He let go. He roughly flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her up on all fours, as if she were a rag doll. He pushed his way inside of her walls, holding a fistful of her hair, yanking and contorting her body as far as it would bend, any way he liked. She moaned.

He showed her no mercy. His thrusts were hard and powerful. They jarred her. She thought he would pull her apart like a wishbone. Her buttocks stung from the hard slaps he gave her while he slammed into her. She moaned in pleasure, loving every single second of it.

"My hell King." She gasped.

He pulled her hair harder and slapped her buttocks again. She orgasmed loudly, but he would not stop until he could stop thinking about the sweet, innocent Princess....