His frustration was eating him out. I could feel it in his touches. It won’t be long, my handsome king…
Soon I will rid you of the demon-bitch, then… you can focus on me.
*****
It was well into the night when I managed to slip out of the palatial walls and find my way to the crawler’s hideout. They abandoned their cave after it was destroyed, and since there were too many bodies to clean after. Yeah, the crawlers have always been lazy ass demons, yet we kept them working for us because they were loyal.
But now, now that they’re hungry for revenge it was our time to attack. I want Basilea dead, soonest, and I’ve finally got the approval to do so from our elven king. The succubus demon had been a too-long waiting game, and hiding my true self had been exhausting. I still couldn’t believe that I was still able in putting up with my facade.
Cato was there at our meet, he managed to sneak out of King Ranulf’s kingdom. “Cato, damn… I’ve missed you.” I put my forehead to his and tightened my grip on his nape.
We concealed our platinum blond hair under our heavy cloaks to hide our identity on our way to the meet, though the crawlers already knew who we were since we were the only beings with cloaks. They also knew what we were capable of and most stayed away from us.
“Our true king had given us the word, the succubus will die soon,” I said to Cato, remembering the message that was passed on to me by the anonymous crawlers who were now detained at king Armand’s dungeon. I made sure they knew who they were dealing with when one of them decided to speak their mind. The lowly demon spoke in crawleans when they demanded that I free them. Then I reminded them that they were the ones who got themselves captured, my knuckles were still throbbing from the punches that I gave them.
The past was still fresh in my mind, it feels like it was still yesterday when both Cato and I lost our loved ones. Slavery was never an option for them, their dignity didn’t allow them to. They fight until their last breath and left Cato and me mateless.
Plans were discussed, and the end was near. Decades that we’d spent planning her demise had finally come to an end and hours later Cato and I went our separate ways. I ventured back carefully to king Armand’s, taking precautions, lowering my cloak, and staying away from open lands.
My heart was pounding hard when I saw him by the windows looking out at the skyline. Did he see me walking back to the palace grounds? I was so sure that I was being stealthy. My mind was busy thinking of acceptable excuses knowing I was out of my room. I had to put my facial expression in check and put on my innocent face.
“My king, were you waiting for me?” I feel like I was almost caught under his intense stare as if he knew that I just got back from my meet with my fellow demon-elf and the crawlers.
“Where were you?” He stood regally, demanding without needing to answer my question. I cleared my throat when his eyes zeroed in on my bruised knuckles and I instinctively put them away.
“I… I heard you and Basilea earlier, so I decided to take a walk.” It was a lame excuse, hopefully, he felt bad that he had not invited me for another threesome. I didn’t understand why the king still fucks me, he just didn’t want me together with Basilea. And that fact had been on my mind, not wanting him to start doubting me around the demon bitch.
“Oh,” he sounded surprised, and I was taking my small wins. Rather him being surprised than him knowing where I’ve been on my late-night walks.
“Yeah, so, I’m going to rest now, I’ll be…”
He took a step closer and quickly retreated when he sniffed me. I’d be offended thinking that I smell bad, but then I recall the bruised knuckles that he saw and I knew he must’ve smelled crawlers on me when his eyes landed on mine.
“I walked to the dungeon and released my anger at the crawlers. I’m sorry, but… they’re still alive. You just… you just have to wait for a couple of days before questioning them again. My apology.” I put my best act attempting to give him my sorry face.
I decided to just walk into my room while I keep on babbling, acting all nervous, hoping he’d believe me, and followed me to my room where I have more confidence. I almost let out a visible relief when I saw him following me.
“I was given to you for your sexual pleasure and now you’re being too gracious with appointing me as your future general when all I wanted was to be sexually yours. I’m so fucked up, I just need to get my head in check.”
His hand was on my neck the second we were behind the closed door. “You are mine,” he uttered ruggedly, almost growling while his grip tightened around my neck. “To use as I pleased, and you do give me sexual pleasure.” The kiss was rough and I melted in his caresses, easily molded by his demand. It felt like he was treating me like I was there as his sexual object to fulfill his sexual desires.
“My king, please…” I moaned in my sexual high, wanting him to use me to his liking. I was enjoying it, too fucking much.
“You will be my general, you have to be there when you’re expected.” He tugged my strands back with such force that felt like my dick was connected to it.
“Yes, my king. Will… not… happen again…” I breathed out each word as he distracted me by him smacking my ass as if he was punishing me. I didn’t even realize when he got me naked, but there I was, fully on display while he was still clothed looking dangerous like a true fallen angel with his velvety wings caressing my sides, adding the smooth sensation in contrast to what his hand was giving me.
“Tell me,” he suddenly stop, putting me on my back, and caged me under his strong arms. Our lips were inches away, his eyes were studying me carefully. “Where did you go? Cause that was not the first time I saw you wandering around.”
“I…”
Fuck… I took a big breath, put on my best facade, and look deep into his eyes. I know he was not a mind reader so I was safe, I just need to make my lies believable.
“I was upset, I was given to you as your harem, look, you stated what we are already… I just need to adjust, it’s the elf in me. We got needy at times, so I take walks for that. Every time you and Basilea… we have perfect hearing and you two can be so loud…” I made myself draw my tears out and the facial expression that he gave me made me relax a little.
“Shit, okay,” he got up and was about to leave me sexually aroused when my hands bravely grabbed him and a desperate plea leave my lips.
I should’ve let him go, and played my part. My lust clouded my better judgment and I abruptly let go of him and put a blanket over my erect dick.
“I… you’re not the reason,”
“You don’t have to explain, my king.” I interrupted his words, the man is a powerful king, he did not have to explain anything to me. The fact that he was, stirred something dangerous inside me. Something remained hidden for decades, untouched and preferred that way.
I shook my head and got up, grabbing my pants and putting them on, confining my cock, letting it strain against the rough fabric.
“I fucking said, it’s not because of you!” he pushed me against the wall, his arm was to my chest, and his other one pulled down my pants and started stroking my cock hard and fast. There was no holding back, I climaxed after many strokes later, trembling under his hold. It took seconds for me to notice that when he greedily gathered my cum and smeared it between my ass cheeks, stretching me with his fingers before pushing his dick deep inside me.
I groaned in between pain and lust, too excited to care about the hurt, I wanted him, again. Hard, deep, and rough. I need to reset my thoughts, I’ll be free of my duty soon and I need to reset my mind. Being submissive, was not it.
But at that time I was lusting for the king, I wanted him to unleash his needs, to freely do want he wanted with my body. And he did, he groaned and slammed his hips hard, fucking me deep, until he finally climaxed, filling me with his load while his hand forced another high from my cock. I was truly spent, my body limped against his and free falling to the deepest pleasure anyone had ever made since decades ago.
Fuck… I was truly fuck indeed.
“I can’t have this with her, not after…” he breathed out his words with affection, affection towards his demon-bitch. I felt it, and I hated it.
The succubus must die.