The crowd of spectators returned to their senses upon hearing the Demon Queen's words. A strange expression appeared on their faces, as their gazes swiveled between the husband and wife in silent contemplation. Iblis sighed and grabbed the rings on his bride's thigh. He felt conflicted inside, as he wasn't able to determine whether he was more relieved to be interrupted, and hence, saved from losing control, or more disappointed that the wonderful feeling in his heart disappeared with the sudden interruption of the moment.Suppressing the complicated emotions, he held out his hand, palm up, for his bride. She placed her palm in his, and he slid the ring on her ring finger.Iblis caressed her finger, admiring the silver band with an unexpected flash of satisfaction. "Now, it's your turn." He passed the other ring to her and held out his hand, completely ignoring the presence of the Demon Queen.Queen Nymrit uncomfortably shuffled her feet. The burning stares of the guests made her flu
Shamsiya gaped in disbelief. This demon...he really accepted her as his wife? Even after hearing the words of the holy man, and what she said?Did he understand the implication of such a vow or...Her mind wandered as it churned with multiple possibilities. A flash of memory floated in her mind. Of her first marriage, her expectations and dreams for the future, and the betrayal that brought her to this point.Nick Jackson had never treated her as a human being. In his eyes, she was a spare tire, a free maid, a free laborer to clean his clothes, cook his meals, pay his living expenses, and cover his singing courses. Because he never considered her his wife, he sold her when he found a better use for her.And now, her second marriage was also happening with a man who held ulterior motives for approaching her.Internally, she wondered if this meant she was destined to be used, and felt saddened at the thought. "Shamisya Moore, taking this holy scripture as witness, do you accept Iblis J
***MATURE CONTENT***In a cramped room inside the dilapidated residential area of the Black Fang Pack, Nick pounded into a blond female from the back with unrestrained vigor."Fuck! Babe, you're dripping as bad as a bitch in heat!" While thrusting into her slick warmth, he leaned forward and copped her large breasts, licking her neck and pulling on her nipples. She moaned sensually and stretched back her arms to wrap them around his neck.They were pressed flush tight against each other."Deeper! F**k me harder, babe! Ahhh...!" Her tongue rolled out and saliva dripped down her chin. The blond received the man's onslaught with passionate fervor. Turning her head, Nick captured her lips and increased his tempo, causing the bed to shake from their fierce mating."Fuck! Nick! Get over here!"Right at this moment, a loud shout sounded from the other side of the room, interrupting their heated mating. Nick paused and frowned in displeasure. The woman's walls clamped tight on his rod, making
She couldn't understand. What was lacking in her love? Why did it fail to reach him and move his heart? For years, she had only been longing for him to look at her, smile at her, and hold her hand.Was that too much to ask for?So why was this happening? How could he...sign the marriage certificate...pick a ring...with another woman?For her husband to notice her, she even severed connection with her maternal family. To make him the center of her universe, she liked what he liked, and disliked what he didn't like. She didn't say a word when he brought other women to the palace.Her heart ached. Her stomach twisted. She gritted her teeth in agony and cried tears of despair. But in the end, she accepted it with grace when he slept with them.If there was one thing that she couldn't give him, then that was an heir.However, the problem in this case didn't lay with her. He was cursed by the Moon Goddess, and couldn't impregnate any woman.And yet, after all she did for him, he didn't spar
Iblis felt excited. His rod swelled to a painful degree under his pants.Finally, after two weeks of sweet torture, he would have a taste of the tantalizing scent that fascinated his senses and excited his body. Barely hanging onto his control through sheer will, he removed his clothes and scrambled up the bed. His dark hair draped down his face like veils of ebony silk, melting away his cruel, ruthless mask, leaving behind stark, otherworldly charm and unshielded need burning in his crimson embers.His wife, frightened by the hunger in his eyes, scooted back and regarded him with a wary gaze.Iblis felt his heart sink.What did she mean by this? Was she still going to reject him? But he married her! She was his wife, and taking her was his privilege, his duty, and his right! She could not deny him what was his to touch, his to taste, his to mold and embrace to his heart's content! "Shamsiya..." He growled in a dangerously low voice, and like a startled rabbit, she jumped and her eye
***MATURE CONTENT***Storming out of the East Palace, Iblis barged into one of his mistresses' bedchambers, and yanked off the blanket covering her figure."You, get up and help me!" He barked, and began to undress.Caught off guard and completely unprepared for the sudden intrusion, the mistress groggily rubbed her eyes and stared at him in confusion."My Lord, isn't it your wedding night tonight? Why are..."At the mention of his wedding night, Iblis's face instantly turned dark. "You slut, why are you yapping so much? Didn't I tell you to help me!? Get over here and lick me!" He bellowed wrathfully, frightening her into silence."Ye...yes..." The mistress scrambled on her four, and trembled in trepidation on the edge of the bed. Iblis moved forward and held up his member.The rod that had been stretched tight and dripping with precum just a while ago, now laid limp in his hand. He frowned and stroked himself, trying to get it back up with little success. "You, strip!" He commanded
Snuggled against each other, a white radiance emanated from the woman's body, while a crimson radiance flowed from the man's and cloaked them in a mystical cocoon. Shockingly, the two lights seemed to seamlessly merge, before receding back into their figures. In the quiet bridal room, delicate petals swirled in the air, while a gentle wind fluttered the curtains in a joyous melody. Unaware of this phenomenon, the husband and wife remained in deep slumber, with their hands clasped and foreheads pressed intimately against each other. Meanwhile, a shadow flashed through a neighbor of dilapidated buildings. Like a specter of the night, it disappeared and reappeared in different locations, dodging the sight of the patrolling pack, before leaving the settlement. Stopping before a wasteland, the shadow materialized into a slender female. Margrette shivered and wrapped her arms around her body. The barren landscape before her eyes made her feel the bleakness and hopelessness of her life.
Iblis had never felt such a mind-numbing pleasure before. His core burned with unbearable heat, and his scalp tingled. Her soft hand felt smooth and cool on his painfully stretched, hot rod. He closed his eyes in bliss and immersed himself in the foreign, yet electrifying sensation coursing through his body.Just as he slid her hand up his shaft, his wife turned her head to side and gagged."Ugh...ugh."Shamsiya felt sick. Her insides churned, and a feeling of revulsion sprouted in her heart when Iblis Jabril wrapped her hand around his member.Perfume and musk, the scent of woman and sex. She could smell it.All night last night, he must've been with other women. They must've touched him, held his thing in their hands in the same way she was now holding it. Did he have them lick him? Suck him? Then spread their legs and pound into them? The thing that was inserted in other women's bodies, dirtied and smeared, with their vaginal fluids...she was now touching it and grasping it in her