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When you ask them if they love you

Summary: In a moment of boredom, you ask him if he loves you. (You already know the answer but oh well.)

Warnings: None

Liam - Tsundere Boyfriend

"Uh... What is this, some kind of a test? You know how I feel about those!"

Liam paused the question, his eyebrows furrowing. "Yes, I love you. Obviously."

Torbeck - Alien

Torbeck turned around and blinked in confusion. His eyes widened when his gaze settled on you. He let his cloak drop to the ground and smiled slightly. "I love you. Why would you even think that I didn't?" He took your hands into his and held them tight. He pulled you close and kissed your forehead.

"You're the love of my life." He whispered and pressed another kiss to your forehead. "Always and forever."

Bardulf - Werewolf

The massive werewolf sat up right as he saw you enter the room. His tail wagged excitedly as he stared into your beautiful eyes. He was silent for a moment. Then, he answered. “I will always care for you. I will always protect you. I believe that’s the definition of love.”

Kane - Mafia Boss

Kane is surprised at your sudden question. “Hmmm” he looks you, trying to figure out why you suddenly out of the blue asks him that… “Love you? I don’t like you, and let’s just say I do like you. Why would I tell you?”

"Just tell me."

“Ugh, you want that from me. Don’t tell anyone though.” He rolls his eyes. “Yes… I love you.”

Damien - Shy Boy

"I- um.. i-..." The usually quiet boy is visibly blushing. It's like he's never been asked a question like this in his life, yet here he is, you, asking that question. "Y-yes.. I do.." He managed to muster.

Taariq - Alien

The creature looked back and the large mandibles opened. His long forked tongue slithered from between his teeth.

"I would die for you."

The alien stared directly into your eyes and his tail curled close. His huge chest rose and fell as he breathed. If this creature could, he would purr and curl up in your lap.

Malik - Loving Boyfriend

Malik was a little startled by the suddenness but quickly smiles and nods.

"I'd never want to spend my life with anybody else. You're the most amazing partner in the whole world. I'd never want someone else's hand in mine other than yours. Of course I love you."

Raivo - Demon Prince

He smiled at you. "Of course, I do!"

His eyes darkened a little. "Though I must ask. What's brought this question about?" His smile was warm as he walked closer to you.

"Just wondering."

"Oh. Well, don't worry, my dear. I love you very much. Now, what can I do you for, my love?" He reached out a clawed hand for you to take. He was gentle with you despite his rough appearance; his claws even retracted around you, so that he would not accidentally hurt you.

Muriel - Chubby Boyfriend

His eyes widened at the sudden question. A confused look crossed his face. Muriel’s face turns scarlet at your question. He chuckled nervously, smiling as he then nodded.

"Of course, you know I love you. You never have to ask me that." His words were soft yet confident. They were the most truthful he had ever spoken.

Aaron - Vampire

Aaron’s eyes widened and his smile faded away. He stared at you, confused and hurt. He put the wine glass down and reached out to you. “Is this a joke? Did you really just ask me that? Do I love you? I devote every waking and sleeping moment to you! What sort of question is that?!”

"I was just curious is all."

Aaron’s frown returned. He looked at you, his lips curling down into a disappointed scowl. “A bit more than curious, I would say. I could never see myself with anyone else, Y/n. We are bound to one another, by something that surpasses love."

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darkvolt · 2 months

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My interpretation of Marbas. Since I have not seen any official art of the lad.

#40k #warhammer 40k #dark angels #the fallen #demon prince #marbas #chaos

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athanasialove · 2 months

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Paring: Yandere!Diavolo x Demon Princess!Reader Genre: Obsession Content Warning: Yandere, possessive, and obsessive behavior. Secret Love. Summary: Arrange marriage with Diavolo. Word Count: 2.5k A/N: Just had this as a random thought and ended up with 2k words.

As the daughter of the Demon King and Queen of Azurethra, (uh-zoo-RETH-ruh) you were raised in a world where power was paramount and alliances were forged with blood and fire. From a young age, you were taught that your purpose was to serve your kingdom, to strengthen its dominion over the realms of Hell. But nothing could have prepared you for the cruel fate that awaited you.

It was decreed by your parents, the King and Queen, that you would be wed to Diavolo, the Prince of the Devildom. The news struck you like a thunderbolt, filling you with dread and defiance. You knew of Diavolo's reputation as a charming and powerful ruler, but you also heard about the unsettling truth beneath his affable facade.

Nevertheless, you square your shoulders and prepare to meet your betrothed, determined to face your fate with the same steely resolve that had guided you through countless trials in the past. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

As you entered the opulent halls of Diavolo's castle, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and something darker, something primal and hungry.

You stand at the threshold of the grand hall, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. Your parents' decision to arrange a marriage with Prince Diavolo, the ruler of the Devildom, has left you feeling trapped between duty and desire. As a princess of Azurethra, you have been raised to uphold tradition and honor your family's wishes. But the thought of marrying someone you barely know fills you with unease.

Steeling yourself, you enter the hall, your chin held high despite the tremble in your limbs. The sight that greets you is nothing short of breathtaking. Diavolo awaited you in the grand chamber, his smile as dazzling as it was deceptive.

Diavolo stands at the center of the room, his presence commanding attention from all who gaze upon him. His golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

"Welcome, Princess," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust your journey was without incident?"

You step forward and curtsy, your movements graceful and deliberate, despite the turmoil raging within you. "Prince Diavolo, it's a pleasure to meet you." you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "My journey was uneventful, as expected."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the soft light of the chamber. "Excellent," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I hope you find the Devildom to your liking. I have taken the liberty of arranging accommodations for you within the palace."

You nod politely, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath Diavolo's charm. "I appreciate your hospitality, Your Highness," you say, careful to keep your tone respectful. "I look forward to exploring the Devildom and getting to know its inhabitants."

Diavolo's smile falters for a moment, his gaze flickering with something you can't quite identify. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it's gone, replaced once more by the mask of congeniality he wears so well.

"Of course," he says, his voice smooth as silk once more. "I am at your disposal should you require anything. But for now, please allow Barbatos to show you to your chambers."

With a graceful gesture, Barbatos motions for you to follow him, and you fall into step behind him, your senses on high alert. As you walk through the halls of the palace, you can't help but notice the way the shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets too dark to comprehend.

Finally, you arrive at your chambers, and Barbatos holds the door open for you with a flourish. "I hope you find everything to your liking, Princess," he says, his neutral smile never faltering.

You step into the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and the soft glow of candlelight that bathes everything in a warm, golden hue. "It's beautiful," you murmur, though your words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Barbatos nods, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you will be comfortable here."

With that, he bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone in the silence of your chambers. As the door closes behind him, you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched, that unseen eyes linger in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Alone in your chambers, you take a moment to compose yourself, drawing upon the same inner strength that had carried you through countless trials in the past. But even as you strive to maintain your composure, the weight of your impending marriage to Diavolo bears down on you like a leaden cloak.

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With a sigh, you cross the room and settle into a plush armchair, the soft velvet cushions offering little comfort against the storm raging within your heart. Outside, the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows that stretch across the chamber like fingers reaching out to ensnare you.

Lost in thought, you barely notice the soft knock at the door, the sound so faint it's almost drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. But then, before you can respond, the door swings open, and a figure steps into the room.

"Princess," a voice says, low and smooth like honey dripping from a blade. "May I come in?"

You look up to find Barbatos standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure whether to trust the demon who serves as Diavolo's left hand. But then, with a nod, you gesture for him to enter.

Barbatos crosses the room with a grace that borders on unearthly, his movements fluid and unhurried. He holds a sleek and luxurious garment featuring off-the-shoulder neckline, velvet fabric adorned with sequins, short sleeves, and a dramatic sweep train.

"I hope you're finding your accommodations to your liking, Princess," he says, his voice as smooth as silk. "I understand that this must be a difficult time for you."

You nod, unable to suppress the tremor in your voice. "It's... overwhelming," you admit, your words coming out in a whisper. "I never expected... any of this."

Barbatos inclines his head in understanding, his eyes alight with a spark of something you can't quite decipher. "I can only imagine," he says, his tone gentle. "But know that you are not alone. If there is anything you require, anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."

You offer him a weak smile, grateful for his offer of assistance, even as you wonder what ulterior motives may lie beneath his smooth exterior. "Thank you, Barbatos," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your kindness."

He bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the weight of the dress in your hands. As the door closes behind him, you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing ever so slightly.

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You set the dress aside and begin to prepare for the evening ahead. As you slip out of your traveling clothes and into the luxurious gown, you can't help but marvel at its craftsmanship and the way it clings to your curves like a second skin.

But even as you admire yourself in the mirror, you can't shake the feeling of foreboding that hangs over you like a dark cloud. The events of the day weigh heavily on your mind, filling you with a sense of dread that refuses to be ignored.

With a deep breath, you push aside your fears and resolve to face whatever may come with courage and determination. Straightening your shoulders, you cast one last glance at your reflection before making your way to the grand hall where Diavolo awaits.

As you enter the hall, you're met with a scene of opulence and extravagance unlike anything you've ever seen before. The room is bathed in soft candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the black marble floors.

At the center of it all stands Diavolo, resplendent in his princely attire, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Despite your apprehension, you square your shoulders and approach him with all the grace and dignity befitting a princess of Azurethra.

"Princess," Diavolo says, his voice smooth as silk. "You look absolutely stunning."

You offer him a polite smile, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath his charming facade. "Thank you, Your Highness," you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "You're too kind."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the candlelight. "Not at all, my dear," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I speak only the truth."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flattery, instead choosing to maintain a polite facade. "Shall we proceed with the festivities, Your Highness?" you ask, gesturing toward the banquet table laden with food and drink.

Diavolo nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he offers you his arm. "Of course, Princess," he says, his voice low and velvety. "Allow me to escort you."

With a deep breath, you place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the table. As you take your seat beside him, you wonder what fate has in store for you now that you've been bound to the Prince of the Devildom.

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After Barbatos left your chambers, he made his way swiftly to where Diavolo awaited, his mind abuzz with thoughts of you. As he entered the room, he found Diavolo reclining on a velvet chaise lounge, his expression unreadable as he gazed into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

"Ah, Barbatos," Diavolo said, his voice smooth as silk. "What news do you bring?"

Barbatos approached, his steps measured and deliberate. "The princess has settled into her chambers, Your Highness," he replied, his tone neutral. "She seems... apprehensive, but resigned to her fate."

Diavolo's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Excellent," he purred, his golden eyes burning with a feverish intensity. "She is the one I've been searching for. The one who will finally complete me."

Barbatos felt a small surge of unease at Diavolo's words, though he knew better than to question his master's desires. "What do you intend to do, Your Highness?" he asked.

Diavolo's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he turned to fix Barbatos with a piercing gaze. "I intend to make her mine," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Body and soul. She will belong to me and me alone."

"And if she resists?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Diavolo's smile turned predatory, his golden eyes ablaze with a fierce hunger. "Then I will simply have to show her the error of her ways," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But rest assured, Barbatos. I will not rest until she is mine."

With that, Diavolo rose from his seat, his movements graceful and unhurried as he made his way to the door. Barbatos watched him go, his heart heavy with a sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

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Alone in the room, Barbatos couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game, one that could cost him everything he held dear. But as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, he knew that he had no choice but to follow Diavolo's lead, no matter the cost.

For in the end, there was only one thing that mattered: ensuring that you remained safe from harm and secretly his, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear in the process.

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"Princess," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you're enjoying the festivities?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes, Your Highness," you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "The banquet is truly splendid."

Diavolo smiled, though there was a hint of something predatory in his gaze. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "But I must admit, it pales in comparison to the beauty of your presence."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his words, though you fought to keep your composure. "You're too kind, Your Highness," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diavolo reached out and took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "Please," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Call me Diavolo."

You hesitated, unsure whether to comply with his request. But then, with a nod, you spoke his name, the word feeling strange and foreign on your tongue.

"Diavolo," you said, the sound of it sending a thrill down your spine.

Diavolo smiled, his golden eyes alight with a fierce hunger. "That's better," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

You stole glances at him from across the table, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those golden eyes, what dark desires lurked within the depths of his hollow vessel.

Little did you know that your presence had flamed a fire within Diavolo—a fire that burned with a fierce intensity, consuming him with a passion he could barely contain. For in you, he saw not just a princess to be wed, but a soulmate, a kindred spirit, a love that transcended the bounds of time and space.

And as he gazed at you from across the table, he knew with a certainty that bordered on obsession that he would stop at nothing to make you his own, to claim you as his bride, his queen, his everything.

For you were not just a princess of Azurethra. You were his salvation, his redemption, his one true love. And he would do whatever it took to make you his, body and soul, now and for all eternity.

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Alone in your chambers later that night, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. The events of the evening replayed in your mind like a haunting melody, each note tinged with uncertainty and fear.

As you stared out the window, the moon cast its silver light across the room, illuminating the shadows that danced along the walls like specters in the night.

You took a deep breath, getting up from the lounge chairs making your way to the opulent queen sized bedroom. You slide into the sheets, sinking into the comfortable bed.

You were determined to show Diavolo and the rest of the Devildom that you are not to be trifled with. You may be a princess, but you are also a warrior, and you will not go down without a fight.

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bloodkrieg21 · 4 months

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Hey guess what. I’m making a demon prince mine.

#art #warhammer 40k #warhamemr 40k #warhammer 40000 #miniature #40k #chaos warhammer #demon prince

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vile-worm · 1 year

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There are FIVE DAYS left in my Kickstarter Campaign and we're 500 dollars away from securing funding for these 7 designs and 2 colors! Go go check it out!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1385812760/princes-of-hell-an-enamel-pin-collection

#kickstarter #crowdfunding #kickstarter campaign #enamel pin #demon prince #demons #abaddon #beelzebub #mephisto #satanas #belphegor #mammon

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doodleferp · 1 year

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Love is sleeping on your nine-foot-something dad and trusting him not to roll over in his sleep.

Zizz belongs to @eldritch-spouse

#zizzy milkers are multipurpose #my art #art by doodle #aren #pinnie's bois #zizz oc #zizz #sloth demon #family fluff #friend's oc #fankid #fluff #sloth demon oc #half demon #half demon oc #demon king #demon prince #demon dad #purple

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dese-o · 2 months

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Goodbye Prospero, as I let you die, Goodbye to an imaginary world.

I love this cover, my favorite Grimwind song;

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#Magnus the red #Primarch #demon prince #tzeentch #comic #webcomic #Youtube

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edelweissbarnes · 1 year

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Utter Devotion

DemonPrinceStolas x f!reader

Tw: (gentle)dom vibes, praise kink, heavy smut, shapeshifting, choking kink

It's a long one folks... I just want to try something new...

You took a deep breath before knocking at the great prince rooms' door.

"Come in" you heard his voice saying and with a compose move you make you entry with a tray in your hands.

"Your evening tea, your majesty" you murmur with a soft tone, directing yourself at the low table near the sofa, where the prince is laying.

With a measured gesture you place the tray on the table and perform a small bow.

'mmm..." he sniffs the light aroma from the teapot, closing lighty his glowing ruby eyes "chamomile and lemon balm...my favourite blend..oh y/n dear...thank you...you are always so attentive...my best student" he praises you before sitting down. The feathers on his face are ruffled, as if he is stressed by too many thoughts.

"You look tired my lord...can I do something for you?"you murmur with hesitation in your tone. You're a mere human on the Ars Goetia infernal court, you were chosen for your particular interests in herbs, poisonous plants and stars, sciences under the dominion of the great prince of hell before you.

At your question, the owl demon turns its head towards you, intrigued.

"Any ideas on how to lighten a head full of thoughts, little one?" he murmurs in his calm voice, his tone gentle. Since your arrival at the infernal court, you have been the most curious and capable student in the last 500 years of the great prince's life. Your pleasant appearance was also an added bonus when choosing to confirm your permanent presence at the court.

"You taught me, my lord, that when your head flies too high that is when you must keep your feet firmly planted on the ground," you reply as a small, shy smile adorns your lips.

The prince's ruby eyes watch you, a nod of the head is the only gesture that intimates you to continue.

Nodding you move to the cabinet where you know the prince keeps the ingredients for his herbal lessons, with a confident hand you open the doors and grab a couple of small bottles, a small bowl and a dark jar.

You feel his gaze burning on your back as you mix the carrier oil together with the scented extracts in the small bowl with a steady hand.

Once finished, you turn and approach the prince, kneeling gracefully at his feet, letting the crimson dress you wear surround you,like an ethereal blood halo.

"May I touch you, my lord?" You ask in a whisper.

His gaze has never left you, even now that he has clearly understood what your intentions are.

He chuckles, a soft sound reverberating inside your ribcage, slowly sliding downwards, towards your core, like honey.

"Oh little one...maybe you'll find it easier with this look..." he murmurs, lowering the volume of his voice before changing his appearance to the one he usually uses in the mortal world, the one you first met him with.

His dark hair is pulled back, his alabaster skin stands out, pale as if kissed by the moon while his eyes, icy blue with the irises circled in red, betray his demonic nature.

"Go on..." he whispers with a small smile on his lips while he took off the lace tie he wears around his neck, then unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt.

At that vision you blush as a wave of arousal pools in your core, causing you to lightly clench your thighs. Carefully you let your hands grasp the silky fabric of his long socks, sliding them down his calves, one leg at a time, until they are bare. Once uncovered, you dip your fingers into the small bowl of oil and perfumed essences, before gently rubbing your hands together, warming the oil before touching his pale skin. You let your fingers press gently but firmly, sliding down from calf to ankle, several times, earning faint moans of relief from the prince, who now leans his head back against the sofa.

You can't help but find it extremely sexy.

"I hope this pleases you, your majesty," you whisper, continuing the massage. You then move from the ankle to the sole of the foot, first caressing the sole entirely with the palm of your hand, then letting your thumb trace a path down its centre from the heel to below the toes.

You see him arches his back and pushing his head back while a low growl escapes his gracious plump lips.

Suddenly he compose himself and his hand grips your chin, obliging you to come closer to him and watch him in the eyes.

"surely you have your ways, little one..." he whispers while his lips graze yours. His smell of rosemary, juniper and amber fills your nostrils and it intertwines with your desire, leaving you dizzy.

"Having you like this, between my legs... in your devious crimson dress... wondering if this pleases me...' he whispers against your jaw. His other hand grabs your wrist bringing your hand to his clothed crotch. You feel how hard he is and you close your eyes, uttering a soft whimper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

"Is my aswer clear enough?..." he asks, his voice deep and devouring.

You let out another soft whimper and you rub meekly his clothed manhood with your fingers.

"May...may I worship you my Lord?" You ask him, pure devotion in your tone.

"So meek and eager to please your master.... such a good girl you are, little one...' he muses as his hand descends on your throat squeezing lightly, slowing your breathing, without any opposition from you. The idea of your complete surrender, of your absolute devotion, ignites the spark of his lust.

"You'll be a pleasurable diversion...but not here..."he murmurs before snapping his fingers and taking you both to his bedroom, he sitting on his bed and you still between his legs.

"Your dress is lovely but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor" he purrs, his hand leaving your throat.

With an elegant move you stand and turn, giving him your back before shoving your long hair to your left shoulder so you can open your dress and let it flow from your body to the floor, revealing a tight laced crimson and black corset and a pair of long black stocking laced with black silk ribbons.

You turn calmly, feeling him exhales abruptly when he notices your bare sex.

"Your every wish is my command, my lord..." you whisper waiting for him to asking you what he want.

"Come here..." he murmurs signalling with his hand to come closer.

You come closer and kneel gracefully in front of him again. This time his hand cups your face and you feel a thin metal collar around your neck before his lips crash on yours. His tongue pushes lightly against your lips gaining entrance into your mouth. You moan into his mouth and without thinking about it your hands go to his thighs, tightening your grip as he devours you without hesitation. He groans in response of your touch and suddenly he broke the kiss, his eyes glowing darkly.

"Take me in this pretty mouth of yours..." he growls.

You let your hands slide up his thighs, until you reach the flap of his trousers, unbuttoning it and releasing his huge erection. You gasp and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Don't worry, little one... I know you can do it," he whispers reassuringly.

You bend down and let your tongue lick the tip and the crown, tasting his flavour. At that contact you feel a flush of heat emanating from his chest and a low growl, as if he wants to spur you on. You then open your mouth as wide as you can, welcoming his member and hollowing your cheeks to suck him as best you can. Your tongue encircles him, teasing the most sensitive and exposed spots. He moans while his hand caress your hair.

"You are taking me so well..." he praises you, panting.

You let him go deeper, touching the back of your throat with the tip of his cock and at his praise you clench your tights trying to control your arousal.

He moans loudly before tightening his grip on your hair as he leaves your mouth, leaning you back so that your mouth is exposed to him.

"Oh Y/n you're making me so proud...i think you may need a reward..." he whispers darkly with a mischievous smirk, his thumb grazing your lower lip. Slowly he encourages you to lay on the bed and he cups your sex and he let his long digits taste your heat.

"I'm going to fuck this little, sexy, needy" he pauses and hums at the obscene squelcing sound of his fingers on your arousal "cunt of yours into oblivion..."he whispers against your ear while you can't stop moaning from his ministration. His fingers are touching one of your most sensitive spots inside you while the other is circling your clit but you stiff as you want to resist the urge of your body to release.

"Don't resist my dear Y/n...you know, when someone grant me the kind of devotion you have for me, it pleases me over everything else to see them thriving in pleasure...and that's exactly what i expect from you tonight...I want to see you come as many times as your heart desires, screaming my name while every fiber of your body tremble in pure ecstasy" he murmurs softly forcing his fingers to claim your orgasm with expert gestures. The sensation of the orgasm coiling into your belly is becoming unbearable and you let go every resistence.

"There you go...now, scream my name...I want everyone in the palace know your pleasure is mine..." he whispers slyly coaxing the orgasm from your body.

"STOLAS!" You scream, closing you eyes and clutching the silken dark sheets in your hands as your body trembles.

"You're beautiful when you come my dear...as expected..." he murmurs, adoration in his voice. He brings his fingers, dripping with your juices, to his mouth, licking and sucking like it was a delicatesse " but your taste is far more sweeter than I imagined..." he whispers subtly before leaning between your legs.

His hands grips your thighs, gently scratching the delicate skin, leaving you open to his mouth to devour you as he pleases. He blows on your overstimulated clit, making you shudder with relief, but shortly afterwards you feel his tongue teasing your folds. You instinctively want to clench your thighs to resist that indulgent stimulation but his firm grip prevents you from resisting, leaving you no choice but to enjoy yourself to the full.

You arch your back and you feel his lips sucking hardly your clit, you moan loudly, thrusting your hips into his mouth and instinctively you bring a hand to his hair, tightening your grip as he devours you.

"Yes...yes, little one....be consumed by the pleasure I can give you...let it go and let your instincts rule you..." he huffs against your swollen sex. His eyes glow red, delighted, as he watches you give in to pleasure again.

"My lord...I'm...I'm cumiiiing..." you whimper and you feel his grip on your thighs tighten, bringing you even closer to his mouth to let him drown in your release.

He licks your dripping cunt voraciously, caressing the exposed skin of your thighs, which he now brings closer to his face. He moans under his breath, moving his lips over the thin sensitive skin close to your heat, sucking slowly before planting his sharp teeth into your soft flesh, marking you until your blood mixes with the sweet taste of your pleasure. He then proceeds with small kisses to the hem of one of your stockings and with an elegant gesture unties the silk bow holding it up, then lets his fingers, followed by his mouth, slide down your leg, to your ankle, freeing you from the garment, then doing the same with the other stocking.

You feel the blood boil in your veins along with a desire you have never felt before.

He sheds the elegant white shirt he is wearing, leaving you to admire the lean physique of his human form. A small tuft of light-coloured hair overshadows his chest and further down, below his navel, a darker stripe points the sinful way to his erect cock. You gasp at the vision and he chuckles darkly.

"What do you want, my dear Y/n?" He asks slyly while he start to grind his erection between your wet folds. Your legs are resting against his chest. His hand caress the brocade fabric of your corset and he let his finger slide mischievously in the space between your boobs then grabbing the hem of the corset to assert his dominance.

"You, my lord...I want you..." you breathe shamelessly.

"Use my name little one...I crave the sweet and adoring way you can say it..." he whispers before snapping his fingers and get rid of your corset, having you completely naked under him as he thrusts inside you.

"FUCK!" you murmur breathless, your eyes widening at his sudden intrusion. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

"Language" he scolds you by hitting your exposed clit with a light slap but stopping his movement inside you to give you time to stretch and get used to his size.

"I'm sorry..." you whimper meekly, a couple of tears forming at the edge of your eyes like it's too much to bare.

" if you won't say my name willingly...I'll have to coax it from your sweet and tempting lips my dear Y/n..." he says with a devilish smile on his face as he starts to move inside you. His arm tightens your legs against his chest so that he can reach deep inside you, drawing a hoarse moan from your lips. He teases your sensitive spots but as soon as he notices your approaching orgasm, he slows down, inflaming your desire for release.

"Stolas...please..." you beg him.

"What do you want little one?" He answers you, resuming his torture of excitement and denial.

"Please...please...make me cum...Stolas I beg you..." you murmur your plea with a broken voice.

"As you beg me so kindly, my dear....I cannot not oblige gladly your request" he reply with a grin as he thrusts deeply and finally you feel the wave of the orgasm coiling into your belly and washes over you. You repeat his name like a prayer as you ride your high, shuddering. Hard spasms let your walls clench around his cock. He groans, grabbing your tights as he moves at an erratic pace searching for his release.

"Please Stolas...mark me with your seed..." you beg candidly.

Your words and your blissful expression are his demise: with a low growl he tighten the grip on your tights, leaving on your pale skin bruises, and he came, roughly and copiously.

Panting, he leans slightly towards your face.

"Oh little one...I'm going to have so much fun with you..." he whispers with a devilish smile on his lips as his eyes glow bleakly

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