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Slave To The Demon King Torture Spree
As he watched her leave, Klaus heaved a sigh and leaned into his chair. He kept his eyes on the curve of her ass as she walked - not that he could do anything else. The girl seemed to consume his whole being whenever he was just looking at her. He watched her until she disappeared from his sight. He raised his right hand up to his face and twirled his ring around his index finger.He did have something - or someone - to attend to in the dungeon beneath the floorboards of his house. It was someone he had put off attending to in a very long time. The being still needed to be reminded of his place in the world, and Klaus was determined to remind him that very night, no other time than that night.He rose from the dining and pushed the chair away. He did not pay any mind to it, neither did he look back at it to consider putting it in its right place, his guards would do it after he was gone. He locked his hands behind his back and kept his head up, his dark eyes straight on the path that
Slave To The Demon King Indecisions
The sun crept in through the window blinds, and she turned in her sleep to block her face from the severity of the sun rays. Once she had turned her back to the window and the scorching sun focused on the skin of her back instead of the skin of her face, she heaved a sigh and started to open her eyelids slowly.When her eyes were fully opened, she did find herself in her room. She recognized the bedsheets she lay on top and the sight of the towel that hung on the door in front of her. She heaved a sigh and started to rise from bed.There was no one in the room with her, she was alone, all alone. Yet, she could feel a strong presence around her, as though she was not alone at all. She knew it was because her master spent the night with her.Yes, his scent that enveloped the room was more than enough to give him away.She could recall herself passing out against the kitchen counter with his dick still inside her. A small smile formed on her face and she made her way to climb down from th
Slave To The Demon King The Stranger
With a smile on her face, Arabella continued to push the trolley in her hands forward as she walked past the sardine fish section of the supermarket. She still managed to keep the smile on her face, even though she was yet to see EXACTLY what she wanted. There was a particular specie that made her sandwich so much better, but they did not seem to have it in this supermarket, which has to be an irony, seeing as the supermarket was the largest in the city, and the second largest and most popular in the state. Tired, she picked just any sardine she found and added it into the trolley with the rest of her other items. She was almost done. All she had to do left was pick up some personal items, and she would be done for the day. Once again, as she rolled her trolley to the counter, she got the queasy feeling in her stomach. It had started from the moment she walked into the restaurant, and it felt as though someone was watching her from the shadows, someone she could not see. The thou
Slave To The Demon King Lingering Suspicions
Both she and the guards watched as her uncle stomped away. She swallowed hard, fighting to keep her breath still. His words continued to resonate in her head, and what frightened her the most was the conviction with which he spoke - like he meant every word that was coming out from his mouth. He spoke as a man who was determined to find her and make a mess out of her life. He was not going to let her go Scot free so easily, that one truth was what she knew. "Do you know him?" One of the guards asked, and Arabella turned sharply to look at him. Her eyes were widened in shock by his question at first, but she suddenly caught herself and shook her head vehemently. She could not tell the guards that she knew him, she did not know what he would do with the information she was about to give him. "No. Uhmm, I do not know who he is. He just found me on the alley way and decided to grip me. I have no business with him." She realized she had said much more than what was needed, because the
Slave To The Demon King A Friend Or A Brother?
Klaus Lavon could sense that there was something wrong with Arabella. Yes, he had demon powers that enabled him to see through anyone, but for Arabella, it was far more than that. Over the days, he had noticed her space out in thoughts, tremble unnecessarily at the sound of her name, and jerk up to at the smallest of sounds. Every time he noticed her odd behavior, he frowned and thought of confronting her about it, but he knew all the time, that she would deny knowing what he was speaking about. And Klaus preferred to be ignorant, than to be lied to - and he detested being ignorant. He returned from work early one afternoon and thought it best to join Arabella in preparing lunch. If he was going to try to start a conversation on what had been happening in the past days, assisting her with the chores would be the best way to do it - especially as Mrs George was out of the house for a few hours - seeing as Arabella was always her happiest when she was in the kitchen. There was an eas
Slave To The Demon King Demon Meetings
Klaus was seated on amongst the high twelve, because he was the head of the table. By his right hand was Markus Dane, his best friend and brother, as it ought to be. In the dark field, under the blood red moon that settled in the sky that rested above all their heads, Klaus's ears paid attention to the eerie whistling of the wings of the night, and the rustling of the trees, the sound of gossip amongst plants. He was not supposed to keep his ears on the plants and birds, but he would rather do that than listen to the gibberish that was being melted out by members of the lower twelve that were seated around their round table. He had rushed out of the house immediately Markus told him there was a looming uproar, and he has thought that it would be for a noble and wise cause. Perhaps he would have stayed at home if he knew the men were just here to melt out the frustration of their bruised egos. Klaus had rolled his eyes more times than he could count, and every time he did so, Markus
Slave To The Demon King More Sex!
While Arabella sat on her bed in silence, Klaus sat beside her and massaged her shoulders gently with his hands. She was seated up, while he stood behind her and worked his hands down and up her shoulders continuously. He saw her sigh and felt her relax whenever his hands brushed the back of her neck. He noted it as her "sweet spot", the non-sexual part of her body that brought about a reaction when touched. He continued to allow himself brush the back of her neck over and over again, and Arabella sighed softly whenever he did so. Soon, he started to see her shift on the spot she was seated. She would clear her throat, scratch the back of her head, whistle strange tunes out of the blue and clear her throat some more. Klaus also noted that she did all these while her legs were tightly crossed, the left above the right. A wry smile formed on his face as he watched her. The hairs at the back of her neck were already visible. He could feel the goosebumps on her skin, and when he looked
Slave To The Demon King Jealousy Streaks
Arabella scrubbed beneath the pans and pots as she stared absentmindedly out of the window. She thought about the previous, how her master had made love to her ever so eagerly. Flashes... stimulating and erotic ones flashed through her mind. She heaved a sigh time and time again as she thought of him and the dream she had seen.She did not want to think about it, the heavens knew she did not. But her mind would not let her rest, it had other plans for her. She continued to ask herself if all she had seen was all because of the fear of her uncle's revelation, or just like seeing her uncle, the dream was a warning. She turned off the faucet and wiped her hands on her apron as she picked up the plates and resumed arranging them into their racks and stacks. She had to make lunch after she was done, Mrs George had not resumed yet. Arabella's eyes narrowed on the plate rack as she took note of the fact that the woman was starting to resume work rather late these days. She was going to ma
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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
