Never thought one's feelings can be strong, even stronger than your own. We feed on these said feelings, though arousal has always been the main course.
Arousal is simple, always gets stronger nearing climax, and when on high, taking in the bliss, the feelings stay, tingling after the burst.
But love, love is just weird. I never did like cupid.
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"Armand, it had been days, you're feeling better, at least send Titus to look for him." I leaned closer to his side giving him comfort as I lay in his bed.
I've been with him long enough that I came to learn that there was depth about king Armand. His feelings for me hadn't come unreciprocated. Times I spent in his bed, by his side, just being near him, all had been sexually, and pleasurably arousing, and somehow it had been nice. Armand is a good company, a great lover and I know he cares. sometimes I would catch a glimpse of him looking out, probably wondering about Magnus, about where he was, and if he was okay. There was a history between them, feelings were still lingering.
"I know you care about him."
"He's my general, of course, I care about him."
"I don't mean just that, come on... Armand, I think I've been with you for a while to know. The fallen angel didn't even think twice when he came with me to Ranulf's kingdom. Yep, you knew about this, I've told you several times already." I sighed and rested my head on his naked chest, my hand caresses his well-defined abs.
"My little demon, are you going soft on me?" he chuckled, his deep voice seeped my insides and he made me feel things I thought I'd never. Compassion. Compassion towards Magnus, towards his love for my King. Yes, My King.
"Maybe I am, and maybe you should too. Magnus had done nothing wrong but show his feelings towards you."
"Yet, he managed to not execute my order and harmed me." Armand sighed, I know he knew that he would never blame Magnus but there was a sense of betrayal. Kings take it to heart when their generals leave, don't matter the reasons, the act itself made known that the king was not capable of keeping their loyalty to the kingdom.
"You're still hurt that he left you?"
"He's been with me as long as I could remember, and he easily left." He shrugged and pulled me closer to his chest. His scent was tingling my inner desire for him and I cursed myself for feeling horny at a time when I should console his feelings and make him whole again.
"I can smell you, you know that right?" his husky voice traveled under my skin making the goosebumps rise in attention.
"It's not the time." I pouted. Okay, I shouldn't pout. It's one of the things I need to improve whenever I'm around him. Somehow being around my sexy hellish king made it easier for me to lose control of my expressions.
"Your arousal says otherwise." He pinned me to the bed. I was under him and he cocooned us with his magnificent black wings. Yes, he was healing nicely. There was only a smear trace of a wound that indicated he was hurt and almost died. Now his domineering king aura made me want to straddle his face and let him have his way with me.
"And now you're thinking dirty thoughts about me." His angelic smirk sent a shiver down my spine and then travel up to my little horns.
"Maybe we should get it out of my system then we look for Magnus?" I asked wistfully. My king didn't answer me, but he flipped me to my back, shredded my harem clothes, and had my wrists tied above my head with the short chain he grabbed swiftly from under the bed.
Holly hell... My expression must've shown him how hungry I was for him. One week was too long to go on without having a sexual encounter to feed the demonic needs growing inside my body.
At Ranulf's kingdom, I would find no issues in finding an alternate partner. Hell, that was why Savaric developed his feelings for me. And his action toward King Armand made me regret pursuing my desires at the human-gargoyle being.
But at Armand's, he was not giving me the pleasure to feed off another being sexual desires. I was his slave and I was instructed to be pleasured and fulfilled by him. Only him.
So, here I was needy and weakening as the king was gaining his strength back. My moans were uncontrollable the moment he went down on me. My legs were to his shoulder and I was slowly feeding off on his sexual energy vibrating throughout his body.
A succubus feeds on their sexual partners, but the gluttony I have for my King somehow exceeds my needs. It was the first time ever since my existence that I was wanting one badly enough that I followed my master's instructions to the dot.
"You have been a very obedient demon aren't you, my horny little succubus?"
"Yes! oh... for the love of everything evil, more! your tongue, deeper, I need you." The chains rattled on my wrists and I could feel him smile between my legs when hearing my frustrations surge straight to my chains.
For Devil's sake!
Armand didn't reply but he raise to kneel and abruptly take my limbs with him. My forearms propped my weight to the bed while I was upside down with my thighs languidly kept to his shoulder. His hands secured my legs to wrap around the nape of his neck. His hand moved to grab my hips tighter, I know I'll bruise but it was the least of my concern. I just wanted him, wanted him to tongue fuck my greedy demony slit and have his wicked ways with me.
My body was feeding off his energy, but the king had always had so much to give. And I moaned louder when he abruptly pulled me to straddle him wrapping my legs around his waist and his length easily slipped inside my pulsating pussy.
"My King," The chains rattled when he grunted and took my hands to wrap around his neck. I whimpered when he thrusts from under me. Over and over again, hitting and filling me as I clenched into his girth and felt him twitching inside me. His strong hand hold my back, and his other hand tugged my little horn back giving him access to my throat where he licked and sucked hard, leaving his marks while he kept on pushing deeper and faster each time.
His lush feathers caress my back keeping me on high for the longest once my surroundings fades and he was all that I see. His eyes penetrate deep inside the soulless heart I once knew. His palm rest just above my beating heart as if he jumpstart and evoke all the feelings I thought I had lost the day they massacre my kind.
His orgasm hits moments after mine and it was the most captivating yet. Every time intimacy was presented he treated me with the greatest affection, the most passionate lust and he never fail to satisfy the inner demon in me.
"Rest, Basilea." He took off the chains and kiss my wrists one by one before taking me to rest my cheek on his chest.
"Hold me." I pleaded still wanting to be engulfed in his embrace.
I let myself sink in the feelings, I could still remember how my parents and my elders adored one another. We may be demons but a long time ago cupid had cursed us with the sensation of love. I felt it once, and now, I know exactly what I was feeling.
Though I wasn't sure I like the complications entailed with the cupid's curse.