The delicate click of heels on marble sounded behind him. Iblis turned and sucked in a gasp of surprise.His new bride was dressed in silver. The lacy fabric hugged her curves, and enhanced her slender waist, showcasing the exotic flare of her hips and the swell of her bountiful breasts bound in the bodice of her dress. The front half of her ink-black hair was braided with tiny pearls and clasped behind her head in a crown that held up her white veil, while the rest pooled down her back and swayed at her knees in thick curly waves. As she walked towards him with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, the light from the chandeliers showered her with a luminous radiance that took his breath away.Beautiful.How could there be such a beautiful creature in this world?She had been in his palace for over a week. He saw her in clothes and without clothes. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible for someone to undergo a complete makeover in a jail. And it was even less likely for that to h
The crowd was beyond astonished at this moment. Their minds went blank, and they stared at the couple with vacant eyes. They could no longer comprehend what was happening.Shamsiya's heart skipped a beat.The Demon King was proposing to her. With a diamond ring.She had prepared herself for his deception. Expected him to treat her with superficial propriety to get into her skirt. Hell, she even expected this entire wedding farce to be sham, a fake marriage where they would take vows before a fake holy man for show. Then after a few days or weeks of acting as husband and wife, a big expose would occur, where their wedding vows would be declared null and void because of the fake holy man.Since the day the demon asked her to marry him, she expected a lot of things.However, she never anticipated this marriage proposal.As a woman without family, without friends, and a bastard husband that took her home by signing a piece of paper, without even holding a celebration feast, she had long c
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