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Slave To The Demon King More Nightmares
‘…”You thought you could escape me, did you not?" Arabella’s heard his voice growl from the door way, and she shuddered instantly.Opening her eyes slowly to find herself strapped to a chair with a thin wire, a stream of tear fell down her face as she began to mumble incorrigible words. With dim eyes, her vision blurred, she looked around the room. Her heart squeezed in her chest when she realized that, she could recognize the polished walls.It was so so familiar, and the faded posters of music icons she never got to meet had her chest tightening at the same time.But what really caught her eyes, was the spring bed close by and as her eyes flew open yet again, panic seized her chest with sharp claws. No! No! No! She just couldn’t be here. She’d escaped this place so why was she here?No! She blinked her eyes yes twice trying to dispel the images, but she just couldn’t because as she opened them still, reality stared straight back at her. She was in her room! No. Not her room in her
Slave To The Demon King The Art Date
Arabella could not believe her ears. She still sat still in shock, blinking rapidly as she stared at the empty door her master had just walked out from. It was hard to believe what he had just said - even though he had been doing a lot of nice things to, and for her. She had not expected this, it was almost too much.Fucking too much and out of her expectations too.Once he was out of the dining, she did not waste any more time, trying to even eat or whatsoever. She pushed her chair backwards and jumped up from her seat. With a bright smile plastered on her face, she gathered all the plates on the dining and rushed to the kitchen to drop them. Once she was done, she hurried into her room and searched her wardrobe for the most suitable dress to wear outside the walls of the mansion. This was her first time going out, and she had to look good. Not just for herself, but for her master too.She couldn’t wait to see the look in his eyes, once he saw whatever she had worn, and she knew
Slave To The Demon King Wandering Thoughts
The drive back home was silent, except for the soft R&B music that emanated from the car stereo, to which Arabella shook her head absentmindedly too.As for Klaus, he just tapped his right foot and his right index finger on his knee as he stared outside the window, his thoughts wandering away.He was thinking about the piece of art he’d bought, which was currently sitting in the trunk of his car, and the more he thought about it, the more he could note that Arabella was indeed right when she said it looked like her. It didn’t look like her per say, but it deftly illustrated all what she must be going through, and for a second his heart clenched painfully.He knew in the coming days, seeing the painting would take his mind back to her, whenever he stared at it and honestly that’s why he’d even purchased it.He wanted to be reminded of her, and all that she stood for, every second of every minute of the day.Pure, innocent, jovial and energetic. She oozed all these qualities, and even
Slave To The Demon King Blood Sprays
Arabella started with dicing the beef, just the way Mrs George had taught her that Master Klaus liked it. Well, not "taught" directly, but she did learn it from constantly watching the woman do it for her master, so she had learnt to pick it up with ease.She was making one of his favorite chicken sauces, and she could not wait for him to taste it. From where he stood outside the kitchen as she busied herself chopping onions, Arabella watched him with doe eyes, not even glancing except on occasions so as not to injure herself with the knife she was holding.His hands worked his way through his thick mass of dark hair as he walked down the stairs, and she could see that he was shirtless too.The the tattoo that stretched from his right breast to underneath his right ear was visible, and swallowing back a huge gulp of whatever Arabella noted the fact that indeed her master was one fine specimen.This man was an epitome of walking sin, and no one could compare to how sexy he was, at le
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
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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
