"Tales of Desire: Forbidden Stories – Story 1: The Demon Queen's Throne". Genre: Dark Fantasy / Erotica / Power Play)
Chapter 2: The Queen's Initiation
Velzaria arched beneath him, her silver-white hair spilling over the velvet throne like liquid moonlight. Her crimson eyes, half-lidded with desire, glowed softly as she gazed up at the man who had dared to challenge her. But now... his sword lay forgotten. His armor discarded. And the only thing he gripped was her—tight, hungry, trembling between restraint and madness.
Kael hovered above her, bare-chested and breathless, his body still trembling with hesitation.
"I—" he tried to speak.
She touched his lips. "Shhh."
Her touch wasn't magical. It was worse.
It was real. Intoxicatingly real.
Her skin burned with a soft, infernal heat, and her scent wrapped around him like warm spice and midnight flowers. She guided his hand down her waist, down the curve of her thigh, to the warmth between her legs. Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed across slick heat.
Kael froze again.
He had never touched a woman. His training had been discipline, swordplay, meditation. Purity of mind and body. Sex was spoken of only in hushed whispers among squires around fires—half-truths and crude boasts.
But now, with the Demon Queen's soft folds slick beneath his fingers, there was no room for theory.
Only instinct.
She moaned softly at his hesitation. "You tremble like a boy... but touch like a man."
Her voice lit something primal in him.
He slid a finger along her slit, slow at first. She parted her thighs, encouraging him, sighing as he circled her clit with tentative pressure. Her hips bucked slightly as his fingers explored—awkward at first, but gaining confidence.
"Good," she purred. "You learn fast, little knight."
Kael leaned down, kissing her again, but this time not with restraint. Their tongues met in hunger. His hand worked lower, two fingers slipping inside her now, and her walls clenched eagerly.
"Mmm..." she moaned, breaking the kiss. "I should keep you, you know."
Kael pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes. "You're not in control anymore."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, amused.
Without warning, Kael gripped her hips and flipped her over, pressing her face against the cushioned arm of the throne. Velzaria let out a surprised laugh.
"Now this is interesting," she purred. "Are you going to punish me, knight?"
Kael knelt behind her, his hands trailing along her thighs, spreading them. Her wetness glistened between her legs. The sight made his cock pulse painfully. He freed himself, groaning softly as his shaft sprang forward, thick and hard, already leaking.
She looked over her shoulder, smirking. "Are you ready, then? For a queen?"
"I don't need a queen," he growled. "I need you begging."
He thrust.
Hard.
Velzaria gasped—truly gasped—her fingers clenching the throne as Kael buried himself inside her with one long, deep stroke. Her walls clung to him like fire and velvet, hot and impossibly tight.
He pulled back and slammed in again, and again, his hips snapping with growing hunger.
Velzaria's head fell forward. "Yesss… gods, yes…"
Kael grunted, gripping her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her from behind. Each thrust echoed through the throne room with wet, obscene sounds. Her breasts bounced beneath her with each stroke. Her tail lashed wildly, her wings twitching with every impact.
"You're so tight," he growled.
"You're... better than the last hundred," she gasped, laughing through moans. "Maybe I will keep you."
He grabbed her neck, not choking, just holding—asserting. She melted into it.
"Ohh~ that's it… dominate me, knight... you're mine, but I'm yours too…"
Their rhythm quickened. Kael's cock throbbed inside her, each thrust hitting deep, harder, rougher. Velzaria's moans became cries—real, unrestrained. For once, she wasn't playing.
She was taken.
Her wings spread wide, her claws dug into the throne, and her moans echoed through the infernal chamber like a prayer.
Kael leaned forward, growling in her ear, "Say it. Who do you belong to now?"
She gasped, her voice breaking. "You! Damn you—you!"
He rammed in deep, grinding as he bottomed out. Velzaria screamed—half pleasure, half shock.
And then she came.
Her body convulsed, inner walls clenching wildly around him, milking him. Her juices poured out, soaking his thighs. Kael nearly lost himself right there.
But he wasn't done.
He turned her again, pushing her back against the throne, lifting one leg over his shoulder. She was breathless now, her lips parted, pupils wide with blissful delirium.
"You're not even close to done," he whispered.
"Then… ruin me," she purred.
He thrust again, deep and merciless. Their lips met, tongues wrestling as he took her again—this time face-to-face, his chest pressing against her breasts. The throne creaked beneath them as the Demon Queen screamed his name again and again.
Her moans became music.
Her crown fell sideways.
And Kael finally let go.
He cried out as he came, hot seed flooding her womb, thick and endless. Her walls milked every drop, shuddering around him as her body collapsed beneath his.
They both panted, bodies trembling. Her legs curled around his waist. His head rested against her neck.
Silence.
Then Velzaria chuckled softly, weakly. "You win this night, hero…"
Kael looked up.
"But I always reward those who conquer me," she whispered, lips brushing his.
He blinked.
Suddenly, his body felt heavy. Warm. Glowing.
[+ You have earned: "The Queen's Favor" (Passive Bonus: +25% to Charm, +10% to Dark Magic Resistance)]
[+ Title Gained: "Conqueror of Queens"]
[+ ??? Trait Evolving...]
He gasped, but Velzaria placed a finger to his chest.
"You'll return to your world in the morning," she murmured. "And you'll remember this whenever you close your eyes…"
Kael felt sleep pulling him down, despite himself.
"And if you ever desire more..." she whispered, kissing his lips gently, "...you know where to find me."
The world went dark.
[End of Chapter 2]