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Arrival Of The Devil
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Slave To The Demon King Matters Arising
Klaus watched his father settle into one of the numerous luxurious sofas in the living room with a proud look in his eyes. Even though he and his father barely spoke, Klaus knew that his old man was very proud of all his achievements. Klaus settled into the sofa beside him. He crossed his right leg over his left and started to heave a sigh. His father’s eyes swept around the living room for what could serve as the hundredth time, before he started to speak. “I am sure you already have your reserved thoughts as to why I am here, and this might not come as a shock to you. But son, I am here because of Arabella. Your new…” His waved his right index finger in the air as he smirked, “Human mate. I hear that is what you call her now. Your lady.” His father teased, and Klaus frowned. He wished his father would hit the nail on the head and not dance around in the manner which he was doing. “ I am glad that you and your mate are now on speaking terms, and she is a very beautiful girl. I c
Slave To The Demon King Delilah Again!
A few minutes earlier, Klaus had quickly fastened the buttons of her dress and helped her pull the hem of the dress back to the top of her knees. Both Arabella and her master had cleared their throats times without number. She had heard him curse underneath his breath, before he looked up at the intruder. She understood the frustration – she felt it too – and wondered why everyone around them would not just let them be. This was the second time their make out session was interrupted in one morning, and Arabella did not know how much more cock-blocking she could stand. Especially when it came from intruders like the blonde-haired woman she had come to dislike. His ex, Delilah, as Arabella had come to know her, stepped into the room with an a confident air that irked Arabella. Perhaps it was jealousy, perhaps she just loved the woman’s fashion sense more than she cared to admit. But she hated the fact that the woman was by all means beautiful and elegant, and she was more than aw
Slave To The Demon King Sexcapades
It was hard to know how quickly two hours, forty-eight hours could go when you were in the arms of someone you loved, in the arms of someone you did not want to leave. For Arabella Tudor and Klaus Lavon, that was exactly the case. Mornings were spent sleeping in late together, lunch while naked, another hot round of midday sex, dinner at night, then another hot round of sex till the next morning. Their routine seemed to be more focused on the sex part of their relationship, bit how could she complain when she enjoyed every bit and inch of him? Frankly, Klaus did not seem to mind either. That morning, Arabella had returned to her room to take her bath. She would have joined her master as she had done in the past few days, but she genuinely needed time away from his clawing hands to scrub herself properly. And Klaus allowed her be. He also had a few things to put in order, and see her naked would be everything, including a huge source of distraction. Only the thought of him was a
Slave To The Demon King The Trip
He lay on his left side, his gaze on the light skin of her lashes, while she closed her eyes in rest. She was beautiful, Klaus thought. Far more beautiful than anyone he had ever had the opportunity to encounter. Next to her, every other female that did nothing besides exist, even the ones who were demons like himself, were nothing but a cruel joke. And he more than intended to keep it that way. After having sex with her for what could pass as the third time that day – you could not blame him (not that he would let you too) for being turned on by the very sight of the woman. Everything about Arabella was more than enough to move mountains for, especially her smile. Casually, his eyes rose from her face and glanced at the wall clock at the top of his room door. 8:00 pm. He had already taken his eyes off, but something in his head seemed to click, as his mind processed the time only after he had returned his gaze to her. 8:00 pm! He was late! Klaus thought to himself. He had
Slave To The Demon King Welcome To Las Vegas!
Hand in hand, Klaus and Arabella placed their feet on the first step of the jet’s escalator. Arabella’s eyes scanned the environment around her. Immediately the escalator began to move, Arabella’s eyes widened. Klaus felt her grip his hand with force. Her fingers trembled violently, and a small smile formed on Klaus’s face. He wrapped his right arm around her thin waist and pulled her closer to himself.“Why is it moving so slowly?” She called out. Klaus could tell, at that moment, that she had not lied. Arabella had never really been on a plane before.Together, they walked into the plane and Arabella’s jaw dropped as her eyes drank in the sight of the plane’s interior. They settled into a couch, seated side by side, waiting for the plane to take off. Klaus could not take his eyes off her, not for one second. She was like a big baby, one he intended to keep under his care for as long as he could. He loved her. Shit! Hades knew he did. Even as they took off, he held her hand wh
Slave To The Demon King Shopping In Vegas
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to Vegas! The city of dreams!” Arabella’s lips spread into a smile as she listened to the feminine voice of the OAP. The excitement, the thrill, the anticipation in the woman’s tone told her she would not be let down. Arabella had always heard of the city where it was never dark, Las Vegas. At first, she had thought it was because the sun did not ever set upon their city.However, she did realize, much later on, that the sun did set. But there was never any difference. Whether it was day or night, the city buzzed with life and hearty people. She could barely sit straight. The thought of an adventure like one she had never had before was unnerving. She thought she would open up and burst with excitement. Arabella fixed her gaze on the window beside her. She relished in the cheerful view of high rise buildings of different shapes and sizes. It was architecture unlike anything she had ever seen before.She wanted to explore every sing
Slave To The Demon King Threatening Moves
She flushed her saliva down her throat, swallowing hard to dampen the dry walls of her oesophagus. Her bright eyes widened as he casually strolled towards her, after pushing the curtain blinds close, her limbs shivered with anticipation.Arabella wanted him so bad, she thought she would collapse from all the need building up in the pit of her stomach. She stared at him, her eyes fixed on the bulging of his biceps from the tight shirt he had on. He was always so sexy, like walking sin. Eyes as dark and shimmering as the onyx gemstone, with a matching jet black hair whose strands were always gelled to the back of his head. He could never be caught lacking in his dressing, not even on his worst days. With her trembling limbs, Arabella continued to step backwards. Her only obstacle came when her back crashed against the wall of the dressing room, covered with matching red curtains. She turned back abruptly to glare at her hindrance, before turning back to him. She let out a sharp gas
Slave To The Demon King Playing Games
If she thought she had it bad during their stay in the boutique, the journey to their suite was worse. Arabella was seated beside her master, her right leg crossed over the left as she watch him drive. The tingling between her legs was yet to stop, and she had a feeling it was not going to stop anytime soon. Her nipples – now even harder – stood in taut buds in the oversized t-shirt she had on. They peeked through the fabric of the shirt, and she wished he would reach out and touch them, even if it was just a little. Frantic, she moved her right foot to his left. She casually bumped her knee into his to get his attention. Her master turned to look at her. As his dark eyes focused on her, Arabella swallowed hard and reached for his hand. As if on cue, he moved his hand away from her reach and stroked his bearded chin slowly, and without looking at her. Arabella frowned in annoyance. She could not help but wonder what she had done to annoy him. If he was not annoyed, why was he p
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Slave To The Demon King Happy Endings
Arabella was in the kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans, chopping boards and ingredients scattered all over the counter. She was in the middle of preparing a meal for Klaus and the rest of the family, despite Mrs. George's warmings due to her condition, when she suddenly felt a warm gush between her legs. She does not make anything of it at first, and continues chopping away on the vegetables in front of her, until the contractions in her lower abdomen grow more frequent, and much more painful. The warm gush continues to trickle down her legs, contrary to what she had believed would happen. Her eyes widen with shock and fear as she realizes that her water has just broken. She quickly moves to the kitchen table and tries to catch her breath, trying to remember what she had read in her prenatal classes about the first stages of labor. She screams and reaches out for the kitchen counter. She grips it with her right hand, and fights to suck in deep breaths. She realizes that it's t
Slave To The Demon King The Baby Shower
The baby shower was to be held in a beautifully decorated backyard, surrounded by blooming flowers and lush green trees. The warm sun shone down on the guests as they gathered around a table filled with delicious treats and colorful decorations. The table was covered in a crisp white tablecloth and adorned with pink and blue balloons, symbolizing the impending arrival of a baby girl and boy. Soft music played in the background, adding to the serene and joyous atmosphere.Klaus had made sure everything was done to perfection. From the decorations, to the food, to the cakes, everything was arranged in an elegant and luxurious manner. He had also decided to cater to the planning by himself. Arabella's hormones made her too emotional and dramatic to get any serious planning done. And he also did not want to stress her. In one corner of the yard, a group of guests sat on comfortable chairs, chatting and laughing together. They sipped on cool drinks and nibbled on sweet desserts, taking
Slave To The Demon King Hospital Appointments
Six months later The beeping sound of monitors could not take Arabella's eyes off the beauty on the screen in front of her. She could barely understand or see anything, seeing as the image on the screen was in black and white monochrome colours, but she knew what she was looking at. There, on that screen, she would see the image of her baby. She turned to look at Klaus, who was seated by her side. Together, they blushed as the doctor explained the image on the screen to them. The baby was already seven months in her womb, before Mrs. George suggested they make time out for an ultrasound scan. At first Arabella had not known what she meant, it was her first time being pregnant after all, but Klaus was able to explain to her the benefit of doing one, before she agreed to come all the way to the hospital. She was nervous when the doctor asked her to pull her shirt up, and rubbed a transparent liquid that smelt a lot like methylated spirit, but felt like gel on her stomach. A few
Slave To The Demon King The Proposal
A diamond heart shaped ring stared back at her, glistering from within the red crystal shaped box it rested in. For a moment, a very long moment, Arabella could not blink. No matter how hard she wanted to tear her gaze away from the ring, and look into the eyes of the man she loved, she found herself unable to do anything else, besides stare into the eyes of the ring. When she could finally look away from the ring, it was to glance around the room once more. The rose petals, the candles, the daisies, the lights on the roof that screamed, "marry me, please", the piano recorder, the scent and aroma of love and romance that filled the room. He had singlehandedly prepared all of this, just to ask her to marry him?! He was really telling her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and never apart, not even for a small moment! Arabella…Arabella did not know what to say, she was at a loss for both words and actions! The room spinned around her head, and she failed to be
Slave To The Demon King Surprise, Surprise
Laughter, the sweet sound of chattering children erupted from all around her. Once again, Arabella opened her sleepy eyes to find herself in a sunny field of dandelions, all around her. The air was sweet and breezy, each part of the field contained different flowers, she was happy to be standing amongst dandelions. She looked up at the sky, and her eyes met with the bright blue clouds. Arabella was happy, very happy. It gladdened her heart to see somewhere filled with joy and happiness, and it only became better when she noticed the happy children running all around her. "Come on! Let us play!" One of them, a pretty little girl with dark hair and round brown eyes pulled the hem of her night dress. Arabella smiled at her. The girl let go of her dress, and joined the other children to run around. There were five of them in total, three boys and two girls. "Come on! Come on!" "We are going to have so much fun together!" "I cannot wait! Can you see it? Let us run to the sun and pl
Slave To The Demon King The Successful Party
The party was a success, and Klaus knew he had to thank the universe for blessing him with such good luck. If he was being honest, it meant a lot to him that his people had shown up to support he and Arabella. It meant that he could stop to imagine waging war with the entire underworld, because he would have done so if that was what it took to keep Arabella safe. As they drove back home, Arabella leaned her head on his right shoulder, while her hand rested on his thigh. He could tell she was exhausted, and he knew why. Klaus found himself blushing at the thought of all that had happened with Arabella at the party hall. After sneaking away with her, he took her into an empty room, where he made love to her with her back pressed against the wall. He was gentle, as gentle as he needed to be, knowing that he could not be too rough, or he could risk hurting her and the baby. And Arabella? She responded to his body in a way he had never thought possible. Her body reacted to every kiss
Slave To The Demon King The Toast
The first thirty minutes of the party went well, and she was yet to feel the burning urge to turn around and run, that had to count for something, right? Right. Klaus walked into the banquet hall beside her, hand in hand. Mrs. George followed them behind, she was here to make Arabella more comfortable. She knew it was the only reason she would have been asked to come along with them to a party or a feast, that really did not concern her. Arabella forced her mouth close once she stepped into the hall. The high red polished walls, large round table that contained nothing less than fifty people, the meals placed on the table, and the furniture; from the gargoyle sculptures, to the exquisite chandeliers, and the punch fountain that looked so beautiful at the center of the table, all of it made the room appear so dreamy. Arabella had never seen anything like it before. It did not take her long to know that the people in the room were not ordinary. Of course, they were demons, but this
Slave To The Demon King Meeting Klaus’s People
The day had finally arrived. Klaus and Arabella had both agreed she would meet his people on the evening of the weekend, and since then, Klaus had counted down the seconds and minutes that would lead them up to that very moment. That evening, while she was getting ready, Klaus went over the details of the meeting once more."We will be meeting them at the banquet hall." He started to say. Arabella had dropped her brush on the dressing table, to turn to look at him. Klaus did not pay attention to the look in her eyes, he was terrified of what he would find; something like fear, that would make him back down. "A feast has been prepared. You would be dining with us, Arabella." Klaus could remember seeing her smile. He had a feeling the smile was to tell him to be calm, to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. To tell him that she could be strong enough for the both of them, it did not matter how, or what she needed to be strong for. As he paced about in the balcony
Slave To The Demon King Sordid Discussions
Arabella stayed behind at the table to finish her meal with Mrs. George. After father and son had both excused themselves, Arabella and Mrs. George stayed back to enjoy their dinner in peace. Maybe Mrs. George was able to eat in peace, but Arabella was not. All the while, she kept on thinking about what Klaus's father had intended to ask her, and what the answer to the question would have been. Mrs. George looked up at her at one point, a small smile on her face. "I do not think you should beat yourself up about it, Arabella. If it was anything very important, you should know master Klaus would never keep it away from you." Arabella dropped her fork, and cleared her throat. She stared deep into Mrs. George's eyes, before speaking. "I know, I know. But I can't stop myself from worrying. It sucks, it really does." Mrs. George heaved a sigh. She reached out to Arabella and touched her wrist gently. "You'll be alright, my dear. That is all I really need you to know." Arabella did
