Demon succubus is what I am, what I have identified myself with, since forever. Feeding on sexual pleasure has been it, no feelings ever play a part.
Not until a certain fallen angel made me see that I’m the only one for him. And strangely he’s the only one I need.
For a harem that is. His only harem.
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As a sexual demon needing to feed on several beings to survive, I find myself wondering how the hell was this powerful king seemed to manage to fulfill my hunger.
Last night was one of many times, and I wasn’t lying when I said that the fallen angel made me feel things I’d never thought I would. His possessiveness was raw, his demands, his demeanor, all made me feel truly wanted. The way he engulfed me in his embrace was the first I’ve ever felt so safe in my entire existence.
My body thanked him for his endless surge of energy, I need to talk to Maven about this. I’m not sure why I need to, but I have questions that needed answers and he’s the only one who really knows me.
I need to take my dragon to Ranulf’s and talk to his demon sorcerer. Maven has the knowledge of a two-hundred-year-old demon. I need to talk to Armand, I need him to let me visit maven for a couple of days.
“No!”
“But, I…”
“You will have all you need here, in my kingdom. Talk to my sorcerer, he can give you anything Maven can. Just not the sex, you’re mine, I don’t share you.” He growled before slamming the door and leaving the room.
His little outburst just gets me giddy and I huff and lay back on his bed where we have been having great sex for two whole months now.
Maybe I was getting bored, I’ve done my visits to the dragons’ enclosure and had discussions with their keeper. But there has not been any news on the demon who’d gone through the portal and who might recognize my true identity. So I’ve been cooped up at Armand’s for a while, with the same daily activities since the king didn’t want me to be seen flying with Brontes.
Ranulf’s kingdom is surely bigger and he lets me do anything I wanted, meaning I was free to roam the vast kingdom’s surroundings and I could have a pick of any beings I’d choose to fulfill my desire. And secretly, the demon in me was craving the familiar feel.
But I know for sure, it was because Armand told me that I can’t have any beings, and that was making the demon in me want to be bad and do what he forbids.
To distract my thoughts, I decided to follow King Armand’s suggestion, well… more like his order, and talk to his demon sorcerer. I smirked remembering that I had upset him. As a ‘slave’, his harem, I should not put myself in a position to annoy him. But when his demeanor changed and he got all riled up about my request to visit Ranulf’s kingdom, the demon in me cheered. I’ve been so compliant that I realized I miss being the little deviant that I am.
Daegal noticed me the second I entered his domain, the archway of his dingy corner space was beautifully decorated with the dead skull of various beings. Probably to scare and intimidate others, but I was amazed by the positioning and how they were arranged with such precision.
“Ah, the beautiful Basilea, I’ve been waiting for you. What can I help you with today?” I like Daegal, we’ve met a couple of weeks after I settled into Armand’s kingdom. The demon elf was so much different than Maven who’s always so serious and kept everything quiet to himself.
“Mmh… nothing really, I’m…” I’m not sure how to tell him about the feelings that I was having for his king. Surely the man is loyal to Armand and me questioning my demony feelings of what I should and should not be having towards his king was a bit too private. Right?
“I’m just bored, I guess.”
“Hmm, because you’re a demon succubus and you have an endless appetite for other beings?” the male sorcerer smirked while he kept on busying himself with his writings. Books were spread out in front of him, the demon looked more like a human librarian than a demon sorcerer. My mind trails back to the memory of when I travel between realms and visit the lonely librarian then fuck his brain’s out, who knew the quirky man had so much sexual urges.
“And now, you’re looking at me with that look,” he paused and put his quill down. “Do I remind you of someone?”
I shrugged and took a seat on the strangely comfortable wooden sofa in front of his very large desk. “Just old memories, and yes, Armand sent me to you maybe to get me away from him,” I said easily, but suddenly the thought of him doing exactly that made me realize that I was just his harem and he can tell me to do anything he wishes. He did say that I was his slave, his sex slave.
“You don’t like being told to do anything, do you? there’s something in you, your aura is different from other succubus demons I’ve encountered. You’re royalty aren’t you?”
“I was. Not anymore. Now, I’m just a low-rank demon looking for refuge. They clipped and burned my wings.” I sit back, trying to divert my eyes from his intense stare. The demon sorcerer looked surprised when he guessed right.
“This is the first time I’m meeting a royalty with such an attitude, and trust me I’ve met a lot in my lifetime. I’ve been under different kings and now Armand has taken me in.” Daegal got up and perched his ass on his desk, arms crossed on his chest waiting for me to talk.
I huffed exaggeratedly making him tug his lips, but not saying anything. Still waiting for me to talk. “Okay, look, I asked king Armand if I could visit Maven, the sorcerer under King Ranulf and he got a bit snappy and sent me to see you. So, here I am.”
“Oh, dear, I’ve heard rumors about the king’s sexcapade with you.” Daegal sits his gossipy ass to my side and looks at me in amazement.
Well then…
“And why is my sexcapade with the King being gossiped about?”
“Pfft,” the man waved his hand to dismiss my question. “As if we have better things to do in this kingdom. This is the quietest kingdom in hell, nothing ever happens here. Not until you came, then someone brought the dragon and the king gave it to your care. Then more dragons came and there are rumors about you,” he waved his hand again.
“So they’re talking about me? about me and your king?” my smile widens and he chuckled putting his hand on my thigh and I put mine on top of his. It was a friendly gesture, I recognized it, but apparently, Armand didn’t when he saw us as he walked into our view.
“So this is how you talk? were you planning on talking to Maven like this?” Armand practically growled at me, Daegal was pleasantly surprised. The sorcerer got up and walked back behind his desk after greeting his king which Armand ignored as he kept his stare on me.
I was actually upset with him, I was in the middle of our conversation. The king did send me to talk to Daegal, meaning that he trusted the demon. He shouldn’t barge in and accuse me of any wrongdoing.
“I was talking to him, you sent me to him.” I got up and left the place, but my hand was tugged and Armand pulled me straight onto his bare chest.
“Are you not satisfied with me?” he demanded. His hand grips my waist with a bit too much force to hold me still.
“I’m a demon succubus, do you think you can fulfill me with your desire alone?” I spat my words, mainly because he pissed me off. No one… no one had ever treated me like this when I was under another king’s protection. Somehow Armand had successfully pissed me off to the greatest extent.
“There’s a guest bedroom on the second floor, go there. I’ll send someone to you.”
“You don’t have to,” I hesitated, I was bluffing, I didn’t mean the words that I said but Armand looked straight into my eyes, his anger was evident.
“I said go!” the king growled in my ear, his grip on my arm was hurting me, but I wasn’t going complain, I was his fucking slave after all. Whatever heaven that means.
He reluctantly let go of my arm, I stared right into his eyes but only saw anger. Then I nodded and said, “as you please, my king.” My feet move one after another going where he instructed me in his furious manner.
I hate him!