‘How is my father faring in the Nether World? As Levi told me, the the only demon lord who was not compelled because he is the wielder of darkness is my father. But Lucifer planned this out for many years, I know that he will come prepare. But who is the traitor among the other realms?’
“Hmph!” Maleficent’s train of thoughts were cut when another hand grasped her nape and pulled her down. Eliciting a gasp as she opened her eyes, still not letting go of his left hand, she was met by his lips. Knocking her lips, seeking for entrance, in which she gladly accepted with equal fervent.
Maleficent was now straddling her newly acquired lover. Tugging his hair as she created enough space between their chests, she answered his hungry ministrations. With their nose touching, she could feel him breathing below her. His bright red eyes seems to change colors into a darker one before he bit her lower lip – tugging it for a fraction of a s
With her head lying on his bare chest while her legs linked onto his body with nothing between but body heat, the two enjoyed the night. The crimson and azure hue embers were peeking beyond the curtains before it could penetrate the drapes that surrounded the messy bed.Gone were the clothes the crown princess and her secret consort were wearing. They lay like trash on the bed’s feet after being discarded in a frenzied state moments later the waterworks had been dealt with. The sheets of the bed were wrinkled as if a storm wreaked havoc upon it, but it was not a storm nor a battle that transpired here – but a passionate exchange of body heat and bodily fluids.Maleficent did not know when she stopped counting how many times they did it. But when they reached the tenth time by midnight, she stopped caring about the three worlds and decided to enjoy her orgasms as she kept on repeating how much she cared for him in a delirious and toe-curling state.&l
“It’s morning already, Damon. We should stop,” said Maleficent. Pushing his face from her chest, he only answered her action by tightening his arms around her upper torso.Maleficent was now lying on top of him. A flimsy robe separated their bodies just because the Halfling prince wanted to do it inside the tub. She thought she was the epitome of lewd but her lover brought the word to a whole kind of level. Though her position was very comfortable for her, Maleficent’s back was aching like crazy for the hours spent wrestling against each other – not that she did not like it.Damon the Prideful, son of Demon King Lucifer, groaned lowly but he did not push his hardened cock into her like he always did the entire night. But seeing that the sunlight was peeking through the curtains – he knew it was time for the rest of the Halflings in the House of Lamentation to wake up. “Fine.”
"So much for trust, huh? So, Damon, is this the compulsion talking or you in general because I cannot see much the difference,” said Maleficent.Trust, the one word in which it was the first time for the prideful prince of the Nether World heard loud and clear yet it still was vague for him. Ever since he was thought how to count and to read, his responsibility as the demon king’s only offspring and son of his kind-hearted mother started to pile up. With his advance learning ability, he grew up faster more than those who were at his age. When kids around his age were yet to be acquainted with the way of the Malevolent World , Damon the Prideful was set to kneel in front of his father for the compulsion of loyalty.And like a child offered by a promise that no one would hurt his mother even when they were apart, Damon knelt before his father willingly.To live up with the expectations of the people around him especial
The plan was set and the key characters of the play Maleficent would control were finally moving. The shadows swirled upon the closing of the portals she had opened for her vassals for the final instruction approved by Damon the Prideful, her once nemesis turned lover.A corner of Maleficent’s lips curled up upon remembering the expressions of her friends as they saw Damon the Prideful standing beside her with his right arm attacked to the back of her waist as if he was staking a claim for her in which she did not deem necessary yet he still insisted.Levi the Envious gawked at them; his eyes were wide as Gukasho’s. If she was not talking about something of grave importance, Maleficent was sure that she would cackle.Merlin simply gave Maleficent a knowing look before he dismissed the news by listening to her intently and dropping few suggestions for the last modification of the plan.Apo
Sitting on a smaller throne-like chair made of bronze and gems, Maleficent hands rested on the armrests of her seat as scanned the chaos before her. Cheering for the slave warriors the Nether World folks betted on curses and applauds ricocheted inside the opened arena. Copper coins rained from the bottom part of the bleachers. Silver coins surpassed the trajectory of the coppers ones. While the golden shower of luxury fell from the second highest part of the arena, the seats for the aristocracy and nobilities.Bodies which died within seconds after entering the arena were dragged by the slaves owned by the fighting pit’s slaves. The fallen bodies were offered to the covered cages gifted by the demon king for this specially requested festivity. A separate group of slaves collected the coins, making the bearded fat-bellied merchant goblins to gleam with joy for supporting such request from the demon king since this event was not sponsored by the demon lords entirely. The
But Maleficent saw the fraction of a moment exchange between Gabriel the Faithful and the commandant of the Nether World’s imperial army. Realization dawned upon her, eliciting a deep frown from Maleficent.‘No! They are not reinforcements!’From her reaction in which he immediately saw, he pressed his palm on her back. “What is wrong, little Halfling?” His hand, which was supporting her back, held her waist and spun her for the nth time already since they met at the very center of the arena. He continued when he did not get any answer from her. “Are you hurt?”On cue, a pair of calloused hand pulled her tenderly. With her cheeks between his hands, he was now staring at his flashing ruby eyes – his right hand still holding his blood-soaked sword. He stared down at her as if he was assessing her inch by inch. His left thumb formed circles against her cheekbones.Maleficent started up at him, tears start
A blanket of black and red wrapped the proud commandant of the Nether World’s imperial army of narakas and fallen angels like a scene straight out from gory books. The flutters of the small wings owned by thousands of butterflies drew everyone’s attention. The commandant, who did not pay attention to it at the beginning, started to swing his sword with the attempt to make the horde of butterflies fly away from him, sensing the danger looming along with the slaughter butterflies.“What are those?”“Butterflies?”“In the arena? And that many?”The ghouls started to speculate while the shadow beasts backed away from their targets as their attention was fixated on the butterflies which were flying around the commandant on circles. With their tails tucked between their legs, the shadowed beasts started to back away to the wall. Their whimpers made the surrounding Nether World folks sensed the ominous
Maleficent was too fixated on using her ability as the wielder of the darkness that she stupidly failed to realize the dwindling state of her lover. She was too focused on making sure that her plan would not fail that she completely forgot that the man who was standing firm around her – surrounding her like a safe mantle was dying.And when she felt him stagger against her, all she could do was froze. With him now kneeling in front of her as he heaved a succession of coughs while holding his chest, Maleficent staggered next. Her knees left a soft thud upon the contact on the ground. The stinging pain of her knees as it scraped the uneven and jagged arena’s floor was left to the last of her concerns as she cradled her lover’s head and upper torso after he collapsed right in front of her like a dried leaf blown by a wind. Damon the Prideful finally succumbed to his stab wound even after a long shot of enduring all because of her.“Damon!” Ma