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
"Is she in the library again?" Lounging on a luxuriant couch, the Demon Queen raised an exquisite cup to her lips. The creamy-white ceramic made her red lips appear plump and juicy, attractive enough to churn a male's imagination with provocative images."Yes, My Queen." The demon servant replied with a lowered head, cold sweat dripping down her back."And your Lord...he's still watching her?"It was a crime worthy of beheading to report the movements of the Demon Lord to the women of his harem. However, confronted with the mild, yet cold eyes of the Demon Queen, the little servant didn't dare to withhold the information.Frantically nodding her head, she said, "Yes, My Queen. The Demon Lord still watches her in secret. He doesn't approach her, and even prevented the servants from informing her of his presence." The servant was also astonished by this as well.In the twenty years she served the Demon Lord, she had never seen him treat a woman with such caution. Though no one saw him v
Sneak Preview Chapter 1-Fall of the Demon Whip! Whip! Whip! "Haha! You didn't expect this, did you? Iblis Jabril, the fearsome demon of the Supernatural World, is reduced to a state worse than a dog!" Queen Nymrit tightened her grip on the Flame Whip and laughed manically as she whipped the chained man over and over again. The Vampire King, Werewolf King, and Fae King watched the spectacle from iron thrones a few feet away. They stared in ridicule at the man who once haunted their dreams, bound and bloody, helpless before a mere woman. "Scream, you bastard! Cry for mercy!" The former Demon Queen roared venomously and spat on his face. The Flame Whip that landed on his flesh shed blood and torched shredded skin, blowing grit into his gruesome wounds. Pus oozed from the stab in his back, the jutting black dagger gleaming like an executioner's cross against his fair skin. But under her almost crazed lashing, the man's features remained numb, with no expression on his face at all.
The muffled coo came in on a draft of wind. Nymrit snapped out of her vigil and strode to her dresser. Heaving the metal furniture to the side, she opened the secret passage. An armored troop of men and women exuding blood and murderous aura emerged from within and spread out in the room. "You're the Demon Queen?" The leader of the troop asked with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Not anymore. You can call me Nymrit." Nymrit Sein Rider gave the armored group a wary grin and gestured to the door. "The one you're sent to kill is in the East Palace. You can leave to search for her, while I perform my part." "I heard you're out for the Demon Lord. However way I look at it, a woman out for her husband's blood isn't trustworthy. And when she's one of the supernatural creatures..." "I don't need your trust. Just fulfill the task you're commissioned for." Ignoring the menacing expression on the group's face, Nymrit took a jewel encrusted box from her bedside drawer, and strode out of her ch
***Mature Content*** Shamsiya's heart warmed at the sound of her husband's laughter. By now, she had been with him long enough to know how rare his smiles were, and rarer still, his laughter. Lowering her head, she gently said, "Husband, put me down. My head is spinning!" Iblis immediately sat her down. "Sorry, Siya. I got too excited." He admitted with a hint of embarrassment. As the demon of the Mediterranean-Euro Region, his heart had long turned cold for him to lose control like now. At times, he wouldn't even feel anything for months. With the passage of time, he began to believe he had a stone for a heart. But all this changed the moment he saw his Siya. Heart swelling with warmth and affection, Iblis led his wife to the bed and sat her on his thigh. "Siya, look." He said, showing her the vial he held in his hand. "Do you remember this vase?" Shamsiya glanced at his hand, and her face softened when she saw the vial. "Isn't this the vase the Holy Man gave you on our weddi
***Mature Content*** The next morning, Shamsiya woke with dark circles beneath her eyes. The demon tormented her the entire night until she fell asleep from exhaustion. He didn't take her the way a husband took his wife. But his fingers and tongue...just thinking about how they pleasured her depths made her blush and her body heat up in lust. Wrapped around her like a cola bear, the man sleeping on her chest stirred with a groan. One of his hands instinctively moved downward to palm one of her cheeks, as he greedily rubbed his face on her mounds and took a nipple into his mouth. "Ah!" Shamsiya threw back her head and moaned. The deep ache in her core returned. Her hands found their way into his dark mane, and she gripped the silky strands to pull him closer, to urge him to suck harder. "Having fun?" Now fully awake, Iblis squeezed her round behind, then moved his hand to her front to caress her silk folds. Parting her thighs, his fingers rubbed her delicate petals and tugged on the
***Slightly Mature Content*** Shamsiya's body burned from his touches. A sultry moan slipped her lips, and she blushed in shame. Now that she was no longer the one taking the initiative, her shyness returned. Iblis chuckled. "After boldly stripping yourself, then removing my clothes, you still have the cheek to blush?" He kneaded her breast until her nipple turned into a hard pebble between his fingers. "No...I..." Her voice cracked. She had difficulty forming a coherent sentence. The electrifying tingles shooting through her body made her feel weak and powerless. Chuckling sardonically, the demon grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his waist. In this position, the thick length of his member became more distinct in her muddled mind as it poked her cave. Shamsiya arched her back. Her open invitation and complete submission to his ministrations, brought a tender smile on the demon's lips. He leaned over and captured her lips in a searing kiss, before resting his forehead agains
Once back in her chambers, Nymrit dismissed the servants and began to bandage her wound. With proper treatment, there was a chance for the limb to regrow. However, every second the wound throbbed, it stoked the flame of hatred brewing in her heart. "Nymrit, are you out of your mind? Even after the Demon Lord publicly humiliated you, do you still want to stay here? Have you no self-respect?" King Sein spat disgustedly, contempt and disappointment marring his features as he growled at his daughter. The man made it clear he didn't want her. But she was still stubbornly hung up on him. How could he give birth to such a disgraceful bitch? Truly, just as the Demon Lord said, she was a shameless whore! King Sein was so angry and revolted by his daughter's decision to marry a lowly servant of the Demon Lord that he overlooked the blazing resentment in her eyes. After raving and ranting for a few minutes, the Werewolf King failed to get a reaction from his daughter. It seemed this pawn had
Iblis contemplated his friend's words. Between his wife Siya, and the bitch in the West Palace, he would, of course, choose his Siya. But if he did that...he would have to return the Hundred Pearls of Light. Those pearls were the only clue he had to his identity and his roots. If he gave them up, he would probably never find out where he came from, or in this case, how he came about. His very existence would remain shrouded in mystery, and as a being that lived for thousands of years, he didn't even know where to begin to trace his ancestry. So the pearls that showed him glimpses of himself with a blurred female were the only link to his missing past. But when he thought of his Siya, his past no longer felt important. He wanted to live in the present and build a future with her. However, without knowing his origins, could he build a future? A groan slipped his lips, as he closed his eyes in frustration. The silence in the region engulfed his senses as images flashed through his mi
She couldn't accept it. The thought of being nothing more than a plaything to the man she loved devastated her more than Queen Nymrit's words. As she wept, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Something within her churned at the sight of her clothes and made-up face. Just as the Demon Queen said, she looked like a whore. Revulsion boiled in her veins. Shamsiya ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap. She stood under the shower without waiting for the temperature to adjust. Furiously scrubbing herself in self-loath, she endured the cold rivulets of water as violent tremors rocked through her body. "Husband...how could I consider him my husband? I'm his second wife...nothing more than a mistress..." A plaything to pass time and amuse oneself. As a self-proclaimed, self-respecting woman, how could she be so shameless as to become someone's whore? As a woman, how could she lust after another woman's husband? Death before dishonor? Heh! Once, she had proudly faced deat
"What does it mean when a woman says she wants to own you?" Seated in his study, Iblis stuffed a bite size cake in his mouth as he glanced at his friend. Choking on his tea, Jonis set down his cup and gawked. "Own you? There is actually a woman who wants to own you?" "Why? Is there a problem?" Iblis questioned with a frown. "No, no, it's just..." "Just what?" "I never expected there would be a woman brave enough to love you." Jonis sighed and shook his head. He admired the woman who had the courage to love this man. "Love? Are you saying...she loves me?" Iblis sat up, flabbergasted. Siya and love, that too, him? How could that bold, fearless, and reckless woman...actually love him? He found this harder to accept than the thought of her being his loved one. "Well, when a woman says she wants to own you, it usually means she's possessive of you. That's an emotion only those who feel something for you would express." Iblis rose out of his seat and paced the study. Siya loved him.