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
Iblis heard a buzz in his ears. He stared at the woman standing before him in a trance, unable to believe what he just heard."You...what did you just say?" He gritted through clenched teeth, daring her to repeat what she said with his furious eyes. But of course, the woman was never one he could intimidate."I want to return to the Black Fang Pack." She repeated, not hiding from his fiery gaze.Iblis wanted to strangle this crazy woman. He couldn't understand her at all. The first day she entered his palace, she stabbed herself in the heart in the name of dignity. A week later, she survived in his dungeon killing to preserve her dignity. And just three days ago, she kicked him out of their bridal room and refused to sleep with him because of her self-respect and dignity.And because she had been chanting nonstop about her self-respect, he believed she wouldn't willingly return to the man who treated her like a property, and sold her like a whore.But what was she saying now? She want
It wasn't that he hadn't pondered this question before. He had. When Margrette, the hottest witch in Black Fang Valley, pushed him to marry the hybrid two years ago, he wondered if there was something special about her.After all, Margrette wasn't only hot, but could also be considered wealthy in a place like the Black Fang region that was in shambles in the aftermath of the world war.There had to be something worthy of notice for her to specifically advise him to marry the poor and weak orphan of the pack. Or so he thought.But even after living together for two years, other than her needy eyes, he discovered nothing remarkable about Shamsiya Moore, and couldn't stomach her presence. However, now...he began to wonder.Just why were the feared demon of the supernatural world, and the alpha king of the various packs in the Mediterranean Euro region, playing with millions of dollars on her name?Because while the Demon Lord could afford to waste that amount of money, the same couldn't
South of the Caucasus mountains and east of the Black Sea, a few ruined buildings separated the Black Fang Pack from the human city. From above, Shamsiya saw a field of red barren landscape, before the dilapidated buildings of the pack entered her sight.The Wyversus veered towards a desolate building and landed on the roof with a powerful blast of its wings that kicked up dust and debris. With a light leap, Shamsiya got off the black behemoth's back before it landed, avoiding Nick Jackson's outstretched hand."Thank you for the ride, big one. I hope you get home safe." Stroking the creature's snout, she stepped backwards to watch it float back into the sky, and disappear into the distance.The sound of footsteps resounded from her back. Shamsiya imperceptibly frowned in disgust, then walked towards the stairs."Shamsiya, wait! About my behavior..."Nick Jackson chased after her and grasped her arm. Without hesitation, she shook off his hold, rudely pushing him back a step by the shee
Nick Jackson froze and stared at her with a shocked expression. "What? Are you stunned that I said you soil my eyes, or flabbergasted that I only returned with you to sever our relationship?" Shamsiya grinned wickedly. She walked forward with the gait of a confident woman to close the gap between them. Even more amazed by this action of hers, the man's pupils noticeably constricted as confusion and bewilderment clouded his face.Shamsiya paused, then her violet eyes flashed with understanding, and her smug grin loosened into a helpless smile.Before, she had been really too cowardly. Or more specifically, too careful. Because Nick Jackson was the only person who accepted her, she was afraid to do anything that would make him hate or despise her, and regret his decision.So the fool she was obeyed his every order, and didn't dare to get close to him until he beckoned her over, like a servant and a dog. She lived in the house she bought with her own money, like an invisible ghost, whil
Shamsiya frowned, and rudely yanked out her hands of the stranger's grasp. Taking back a few steps, she stared him down with a dissatisfied expression. "Excuse me Mr. whoever you are, but I don't believe I know you." She spat, and glared angrily at her scumbag husband. "Is this another one of your buyers? Did you already sell me off before I even returned?""What? No!" Nick was flabbergasted. "Didn't you recognize him? He's Bennet Fecker!" Sell her off? To Bennet Fecker? This man was clearly her high school standby lover. How could he...He stilled, then narrowed his eyes. His wife's eyes were filled with confusion, and she looked at him as if he lost his mind."Bennet Fecker...and I'm supposed to know him...how exactly?"She didn't know him. Truly and absolutely didn't know him.Nick heard a ring in his ears. He fell back a step as his friend's words from last week resurfaced in his mind.'...I never talked to her, never interacted with her or confessed my feelings. Hell! Considering