The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 70: Vile*

Chapter 70: Vile*

Warning: This scene is explicit but necessary for character development. Reader discretion is advised.

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~Alvonia~

King Benkin’s Chamber.

Wild moans of a woman were reverberating in the halls, making even the guards standing on watch flush and get hard with need and uncomfortable arousal.

This was one of the nights that the King of Alvonia was burning with heat. This was the outcome of being bound to a dragon. Lust, thirst, and immense heat wouldn’t fade until being released which was going to spoil the soul and consume the passion and kindness.

Inside the bedroom, the masculine and handsome King thrust his cock into a beautiful woman. His face was wild with unrelenting lust, his body slick with sweat. Sounds of slapping flesh and jagged breaths, mingled with the scent of sin and coupling, filled the room, growing more oppressive and irritating.

"Please...Your Grace... Harder!" She gasped.

"Not... yet!" The King growled.

The woman closed her eyes as he was growing bigger inside her. Her back arched and her body shuddered.

He frowned to see her coming fast again, grabbing her arms, he glared into her eyes fiercely, his eyes exploring her body, everything was perfect about this woman, beautiful breasts, nipples taut, and requiring his mouth to suck them again. Everything in her begged for attention. But even her flawless beauty failed to extinguish his need, to satisfy his unyielding yearning.

She smiled, gasping, her chest rising and falling, "You are so beautiful, Your Majesty!"

He glared at her, "Your husband said you’re perfect in this. But I’m slightly hard for you!" He muttered.

The woman’s face turned pale as he squeezed her nipples between his calloused fingers, could he even get harder?

"You are not here to be satisfied. You are here to be punished." His eyes were burning with fury as he flipped the woman and faced her ass.

"What...do...you... mean... your Grace..." She stammered and was cut short with the hard thrust that made her scream louder. Pleasure kindled in her once again. This was amazingly strange.

"I know everything."

The King uttered, thrusting his full big length into her, banging hard.

"You asked your husband to let you sleep with me, otherwise you’ll leave him. The poor man and the pathetic wife!"

Heat ravaged his body and made him hard. It was not lust that took him to the edge of pleasure, it was pain and anger that erected his cock.

"Here, this is the consequence of being a slut and asking for another man’s cock rather than your husband’s."

His voice was hoarse and harsh as though stone scrubbing against stone. He relentlessly thrust deeper and harder as she wished and eventually shuddered in her, pushing her breathless shaking body to the mattress. He was made of fire itself, coming so hot.

The woman didn’t protest, but she was scared, seemingly hiding something, scheming to gain something from this coupling.

The King pulled away when she turned around and sprawled on the bed. He wrapped his lower body with black silk embroidered with a golden dragon needlework pattern on it.

He looked over his shoulder and shot her dangerous glares, "Noble women are nastier, behind those innocent looks I always find dirty whores! Dress yourself and leave."

She bobbed her head, hurriedly cleaned her legs with a sheet, and stumbled as she left the bed to slip into her dress.

As she was to leave the bedroom, King Benkin gave her an evil smirk, "Wait," she halted and looked back, "Come here!"

She eagerly strode to him with careful delicate steps, brushing a lock of her hair away from the exposing cleavage of her breasts, wearing a sweet smile, so happy that she had seduced the King, despite him being feral and bitter. He was absolutely a devil, the monster people used to call him, but who cared when he was good at fucking. Every noblewoman who had slept with him before used to flaunt this, not minding slandering themselves. So, it was worth it.

"Your Highness..."

His eyes studied her with scrutiny, from her eyes that were filled with greed, and lust to the skin of her neck that was bruised with the lust bites of his teeth, to her bloated breasts, his hand moved forward, and his forefinger brushed against her skin, making her fly in daze and moan involuntarily.

"There is something different about you."

She opened her eyes, they were twinkling with light, believing that she had succeeded in haunting his mind. Evidently, he was heartless. She didn’t need more proof after feeling how he fucked her. But, having him say that, meant she had occupied somewhere in his mind.

"You are greedier." His eyes rolled on the goblet that she had promised to drink so she wouldn’t get pregnant with the King’s seed. But, she was skipping it.

"Have you not missed something?"

His voice was calm and simultaneously menacing, making her track the side he was hinting at with his piercing eyes.

"Oh, the drink." She gave it a bothered look, flinching when his finger moved down between her legs that she cleaned just a moment ago and was about to get wet again.

"I’ll have it," Her breath hitched when his fingers pinched her buds.

"Good!" He removed his hand and watched her hurry to the drink, making it a sip. He narrowed his eyes when she swallowed it.

"Go now, you vile whore!"

She bowed, concealed her face beneath the big hood of her black cloak, and rushed to the door.

As the woman left, the dim candlelight flickered out, dying under the influence of a cold gust of wind. The chill was ominous, filled with darkness and dullness. The air was crammed with an intense wrath and if it was not for Sunkiath’s magic current in his blood, he would have kneeled for the demon that was forming in the dark corner of his room.

"Watching me in the shadows? How perverse," the King sneered into the darkness.

And footsteps echoed in the hole that silence had shaped.

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