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
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