Being kept in a dungeon was not something I'd want to experience ever again. Being away from Armand felt worse than staying in the filthy place and being treated as their slave. The only thing that made me survive the ordeal was imagining that Armand would come and save me.
I was a demon, I was a harem slave. But still, I hoped. I managed to heal myself after every encounter. I didn't stay long as their captive, I have my king to thank for that.
I had my doubts, but when he came, I owe him my life. I loved him, and now I feel like I was falling deeper in love with him, there was no depth when it comes to my love for King Armand.
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"I'm better," I was not. "I was worried about you when you didn't come." I was terrified of losing him. There was no point in me coming back if he was not going to be here.
When Osirus took me from Armand's arms I knew something bad had happened to him. But I was too weak to notice.
"Gaelan told me about your wounds. I know you're strong, but still... I wish I came sooner." Armand caressed my cheek, his words soothe me.
The king's healer, Gaelan had cared for me the moment general Osirus took me to his lair when we first arrived at the palace grounds. I was weak, but as a demon, I had healing powers of my own, they didn't keep me long enough to hurt me permanently, but I did become weak from their torture.
"You came for me, and now you're back." I put my finger on his lips and lay a kiss on his forehead. "That's all that matters." I finished my words.
Armand's general didn't tell me what was happening to their king, I know it was because I was the king's harems that I was not privileged to details of Armand's whereabouts. But Justus, my fellow harem had fed me information he got from his warrior friends. And when he told me that the king hadn't returned because he indeed got hurt and fell into the unknown terrain. I retreated to the king's chamber, wanting to feel close to him and worry for him in private.
"I miss you," I kissed his naked chest and wrapped my arm around his torso. His thigh looked better after Gaelan take a look at it. He said that he met Magnus and his close friend, also Savaric. I was delighted, and happy, and wanted to see the young general. But Armand shook his head telling me that it'll be discussed later, "Now I just want to be with you, there are still matters that needed to be settled. Magnus will stay with us for a while."
I didn't say anything further, I was happy just to have him near. The king then asked me about the kidnapping and if I knew someone behind it. And when the inevitable question arrived, he asked exactly what I feared, "What happened to you back at the dungeon?"
"I was their slave, what did you think happened?" I lifted my gaze not wanting to appear weak, he didn't need to know exactly how I feel inside. I was in ruins, and having the hardest time concealing it.
"Basilea, I need to know these things, I need to know who is responsible. I will avenge your pain, I don't care if they just set their eyes on you. But tell me who, you must've seen their leader."
I shook my head at him, regretfully I didn't see their leader. "I heard whispers, I think it's the same group who wiped out my family. You'd probably know more from the crawlers and the red demons. Find their chiefs and shake them for answers."
"Back when it happened, I thought I knew who it was. We used to have this estranged kin, a clan of succubi and incubi, sex demons as you called us. I was royal, my father was King, and when they came for the throne and killed us all. I hid, I hid so deep within the palace walls that none was able to find me."
"King Eustace helped me find who I thought was responsible for the death of my parents, our followers, and the rest of my demon kind. He helped me kill them all, but now the nightmare was back and I need to deal with it, all over again."
"I'm so sorry." He caressed my cheek once again, the pity was evident and I hated it.
"Me too, I just wanted a peaceful life. I had no desire to take my throne, I never wanted it, not without my wings. They killed my will the day they clipped my wings."
Armand's feelings towards my words were shown on his face. He might show it as sympathy, but I hate seeing it on his face.
"I'm going to see Brontes." I got up, get dressed, and was about to leave his room when he pulled me back for a hug.
"You have no idea how it felt for me not having you near even for a day. You are more to me than that, I know you feel it too."
"My king, I'm a broken demon, I have nothing to offer you but simple sexual pleasure,"
"Tell me you don't love me," he tugged the simple ties to my clothes and I was once again naked. His hand on my waist claimed his possessive hold on me. I sighed when he took me into his embrace.
"I can't because I do. I do love you, but I'm afraid I can't give you what you need." I was not mate-material, I was a broken demon, I was not whole anymore, not without my wings. I was not fit for a king.
"Why? I love you, and all I need is you. Just you by my side every damn day. I can't have you taken away from me. I want to pursue what we have." The king looked serious, he even looked upset when I told him that I couldn't give him what he needs.
His other hand was gently rubbing my cheek and he didn't tear away his gaze from my eyes when he pressed his lips to mine. His other hand travels to my bare ass cheek and squeezes it, pulling me to his naked self. His erection was rubbing my front and I instinctively moan his name.
"Armand,"
He took me back to his bed, laid my back, and pressed his delicious weight on top of mine.
"I love you," he said huskily, peppering his kisses down my throat and nipping at my collarbone. My back was arched, and my hands were roaming the king's muscled backside. I parted my thighs accommodating his body and let his length enter me. I was wet, so wet for my King, always. Whether or not I was ready for his love declaration, I always lust for him.
I would always be ready for him and my walls clenched him tighter with each thrust. He moved lazily, driving me crazy with desire while his mouth latched onto my nipples, licking, tugging, sucking, and taking me closer to my climax.
My legs trembled when I give into my first climax. His sexual aura feeds my hunger and I wanted more, I craved for him, always, my thirst for him never ceased and I wanted nothing but to have him pump me harder.
"More, please..."
Armand let out a soft laugh, the king was teasing me as he kept with his pace. Slow, burning me with more longing, building me up for more orgasms. He was spooning me from behind, taking my leg to my chest, and pushing from behind me.
I mewled like a true sexual demon, shamelessly trying to coax him to thrusts faster and harder, yet he kept his pace. His self-restraints were driving me insane and I was greedy for more. My appetite for his desire was numbing my mind, my insides pulsated for more, and the need finally made me give up when I pushed him down and straddle him.
The king groaned and let me move and used his erection to my liking. I was moaning his name, over and over again. The heat was intoxicating, I was getting higher, drunk on arousal when I licked the inside of his hand and start sucking his fingers as the carnal hunger was driving me mad.
"I need you," I bounced on his dick, seeking the friction, and move up and down faster, harder, clenching him tighter until Armand finally lost it and he burst without warning. My legs shuddered, and my inside pulsates when we climax in unison.
"I'm here for you, my little demon, always." He pushed himself one last time when he pumped his seeds into me while I helplessly hold onto him. Not once wanting to let him go, I wanted to feel him, wanted to melt into him, wanted to forget everything else but us.
My king. My love. Mine.