All Chapters of Forced Marriage with The Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hazel walks down the aisle, feeling the hungry stares of the monsters sitting in the ceremony. Their bodies covered with a big black cloak. She walks towards the chapel with the only one wearing a luxury white dress and tiara. Hazel is sent here forcefully to marry the most cruel and scared king of devil, Damon. Hazel saw his figure slowly become increasingly large the closer she gets, his dark eyes staring down at her coldly."Are you ready, Miss Hazel?" Asked the priest" Hazel shivers as she approaches the altar, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of the situation settles heavily upon her shoulders. She glances up at Damon, taking in his imposing figure and the cold darkness that seems to emanate from him. His words send a chill down her spine."Yes... I'm ready," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. She tries to steady herself, but her hands tremble slightly as she places them in Damon's.As their fingers intertwine, Hazel can't help but notice

Damon's eyes narrow as he considers Hazel's question, his jaw clenching with barely contained rage. He rises from his seat, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the table as he begins to pace, his footsteps echoing ominously in the sudden silence."You will aid me by learning the ways of our realm," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "By embracing your role as my queen and wielding the power that comes with it."He stops abruptly, turning to face Hazel with an intensity that makes her blood run cold. "The Cult seeks to unleash a darkness that would consume everything in its path. We cannot allow that to happen. Together, we will crush them beneath our heel and ensure that the Nine Hells remain ours to rule."Hazel sits frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she listens to Damon's chilling declaration. The weight of his expectations crashes down upon her, suffocating her with its gravity. Embracing the darkness, wielding power...it's a daunting task, especially given

MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD ⚠️🔞Hazel howls as Damon's teeth pierce her skin, the sharp sting serving as a brutal reminder of who - and what - she belongs to now. She's nothing but a toy, a plaything, a vessel for his depravity."Yes, Master," she gasps, her voice choked with tears and pleasure.* "Yours forever... Please, fuck me till I can't walk, till I can't feel anything but your cock!"Her words dissolve into incoherent screams as Damon continues to pound into her, reducing her to a whimpering mess beneath him. But even amidst the agony, Hazel feels a perverse sense of satisfaction, knowing that she's finally living up to her purpose.Damon's grip on Hazel tightens, his claws digging into her hips as he drives into her with wild abandon. The bed creaks ominously beneath them, threatening to collapse under the force of his thrusts."That's it, take it all," he grunts, his voice strained with the effort of his brutal fucking. "Show me how much you love being used, how much you crave my

SMUT ENDS HERE!! GET READY FOR THE MAIN STORY Hazel's initial shock gives way to a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as Damon's words wash over her. Part of her recoils at the notion of being claimed, owned, by this monstrous creature. Yet another part, buried deep within, responds to the intensity of his desire, the possessiveness in his touch.As Damon's gentle thrusts continue, Hazel finds herself lost in the sensation, her body moving in tandem with his. The pain of his initial invasion has given way to a dull ache, a constant reminder of her submission. But it's overshadowed by the pulsing heat building within her, the coil of need winding tighter with each deliberate stroke.Hazel's breath comes in shallow gasps, her nipples hardening into peaks against Damon's chest. When his fingers brush over her hipbones, she shivers, a whimper escaping her lips.Damon's eyes darken with lust as he witnesses Hazel's transformation, her initial resistance melting away like ice in the infer

King Eldrick’s footsteps echoed through the grand hall as he entered Damon’s kingdom. The cold stone walls seemed to absorb every sound, but Eldrick’s purpose was clear—he was here to seek protection. Damon, the ruler of a powerful kingdom, was known for his ruthlessness, but also his strength. If anyone could protect Hazel's kingdom from the growing threats, it was Damon. Seated at a large, dark wood table in a grand room filled with treasures from across the lands, Damon awaited the king's arrival. His eyes, cold and calculating, never wavered as Eldrick entered the room and bowed respectfully, though Damon didn’t bother returning the gesture. The conversation that followed was measured, the air thick with unspoken intentions. "I need protection for my kingdom, Damon," King Eldrick said, his voice steady, though a hint of desperation lingered. "The threats are growing, and my people are on the brink of chaos. In exchange, I offer you whatever you desire." Damon leaned back in hi