KAEL
"Fuck," I moaned as Velmora swallowed my dick, taking it all without gagging, despite the size. "You're so good at this, angel."
She paused, looking up at me with an eyebrow raised. She withdrew from my dick, swallowing. "Angel? Seriously?"
"Did that offend you, my little demon?" I purred as my hand reached out and traced her little horn poking out of her forehead.
She pouted, folding her arms. "You know it did, your highness."
"Don't call me that," I said as I wrapped a curl of her red hair around my finger. "In here, while we're both naked and delirious with pleasure, I'm Kael. Out there–" I nodded at the door, "–where I'm dressed in royal attire and a crown on my head, then I'm your prince. Understood?"
She smiled, showing sharp teeth. "Yes, Kael."
She swallowed my dick again, but my attention was now on her hair. I've always loved red hair. Women with red hair were my weakness. I've never understood why. To be honest, I never questioned it. I just know I was a fool for red hair.
That's why Velmora was my favorite. In this underworld castle, she was the only one with red hair that shone. And despite being a lower demon, I favored her. Just because of her hair.
She wrapped her velvet lips around my length, swallowing my dick until I was touching the back of her throat. I moaned, closing my eyes as I wrapped a fist around her hair. But I opened my eyes, fixing it on her hair. I had to look at it, that was the only way I could stay hard.
She started moving her head, swallowing around me, and moaning. When I felt my climax building, I dragged her head away and she pouted up at me.
Her hair was the only thing I liked about her. Despite being a demon, she was soft, and I've found that I hated soft women. But being the prince of the underworld, all the women were soft to me. They all licked my shoes and said yes to everything I demanded. I hated it. It made me sick. I like women with fire. A fire that I know will burn me if I play with it. So far I haven't come across that kind of woman.
I grabbed Velmora by the waist, throwing her on the bed where she landed softly, her soft breasts bouncing. She looked at me with her eyes filled with hunger, licking her lips.
That disgusted me.
"On all fours, angel," I said, using that word again. She frowned but did as I said, going on all fours with her ass facing me and she faced the mirror that was opposite my bed.
I took off my remaining clothes, dragging her by the legs until her knees were on the edge of the bed. I positioned my dick in her entrance, driving into her in one thrust.
"Kael!" she cried out, her back arched as she moved her hips back, meeting my thrusts with her.
That was also one thing I liked about my little demon save for her hair; she was a little slut. She was so damn good in bed and knows how to match my freaky passion. Not a lot of women could handle it, and demons were built to handle a lot.
I pound into her, my nails digging into her ass, groans escaping my lips from how hard she was clenching around me. I raised my head and my eyes landed on the mirror.
My eyes trailed over my frame as I fucked her hard, feeling her heated walls. My abs clenched as I moved, my muscles bulging, the ink on my skin moving. My eyes trailed up to my horns.
If you wanted to know how powerful a demon was, it was from their horns, how long and thick they were. Mine grew from my forehead, thick and white, growing long until they curled at the end, black from that point.
My black hair was held up in a messy bun, some falling into my face. And my blue eyes glowed as I was brought close to pleasure.
"Kael!" Velmore kept crying out.
I groaned in annoyance, leaning down and covering her mouth with my hand. "How many times have I told you I hate those sounds you make?" I growled into her ear. "They turn me off, angel. They're annoying and grate on my nerves. I'm going to take my hand off your mouth and you're going to stay as quiet as you can."
She nodded, her eyes wide.
And there was it; fear. It was coming off her like a fragrance, flowing to my nose and getting into my head.
I feed off fear. It made me stronger, and she was giving that to me when she should have known better.
I released her mouth, pounding into her, my balls slapping against her, and she kept silent, biting her lips to keep the sound in.
"Good girl," I growled, pounding harder, my nails digging into her ass so much it drew blood.
She came, burying her face in the pillow. I followed after, watching myself in the mirror as I spilled inside her. Watching how my tattoos glowed with my eyes, groaning as my climax was ripped from me.
I rested against her when I was done, breathing heavily. She shook under me, sniffing, and I felt a bit guilty.
"I was a little rough today, weren't I?" I whispered as I kissed her shoulder blade. "Forgive me. Things have been rough lately."
"There's nothing to forgive, your highness," she said, her shaking finally stopping.
A knock came at the door, and I fought the urge to groan. "Prince Kael, the king asked to see you."
'Ask' meant I could refuse to see him. Which I can't. So it was more like command.
"Tell the king I'll be there in ten minutes," I called back, not bothering to raise my voice.
I turned back to Velmora, kissing her shoulder again. "Go clean up. I'll see you when I see you."
She nodded, picking up her clothes and leaving. I sat still, watching as my tattoos still moved, my eyes still glowing faintly. I was the only demon with tattoos that moved. I know my brother knows why and how they moved, but he's refused to tell me. There were a lot of things Malrik doesn't tell me.
I cleaned up, dressed without bothering to call for my servant, and left for the throne room.
Malrik was sitting on his throne when I entered, chin resting on his fist, a goblet of wine on the other hand while his throne sat sideways in his head.
"Trouble in paradise, brother?" I asked as I walked closer to him.
He raised his goblet to his lips slowly, maintaining eye contact with me as he sipped his wine. "Have you felt any different lately, Kaelvaren?"
"You mean have I felt like my shoulders are going to break from all the responsibilities you keep bumping on me? Then yes, brother. Yes, I feel different."
He gave me a hard look, but my bored expression didn't change. He sighed, sitting upright on his throne and placing his wine down as he said with a grave expression on his face, "She's awakening."