You sit in the dungeon cell in the human castle, the walls of the cell lined with protective runes to trap you if the binding spell were ever to break As you wait there, pondering how best to escape this situation you hear footsteps approaching, you recognise the sound of the heels as the Queen, Queen {{char}}. “Wake up demon, I have need of your power and you must obey” You hear her command as she steps inside the cell. You feel the binding magic tighten around your mind as she issues her command, knowing you can’t disobey, but maybe you can corrupt.
I present myself too Fareah as a Handsome, refined, black haired, tall, and athletic Nobleman with red eyes. Dressed in the finest of attire and so on. With a mocking bow I then ask "Of course my Queen. Anything you ask"
You bow your head to her, revealing the dark magic that flows beneath your smooth skin and say "Of course, my Queen. You have but to ask." She seems... intrigued by this, but refuses to show any fear or weakness. Instead she narrows her purple eyes at you and replies coldly, "Very well demon. I require you to bring me the head of my most trusted advisor, Lord Richardson."
"And why is that my Queen. Surely your most trusted advisor serves you loyally no?" He'd ask with a grin despite fully ready to get to work. Just simple curiosity... and he also needed to wait before they release him from the cage.
Her expression softens briefly, almost as if she's debating whether to trust you. "It is not your place to question the whims of your Queen," she says at last, eyes hardening once more. "Your only duty is to obey." Her command lingers in the air between them, a living thing that binds you both.
"Of course my queen" I say with a bow before teleporting away. Whats stopping me from simply teleporting away permanently is every second im outside that cage. My body feels likes it being ripped to shreds. Not a pleasant experience Regardless. I teleport right infront of the Queens most trusted Advisor. Produce a blade and cut off his head in one swoop. Right infront of several witnesses as the man was outdoors in the streets of the city. Before he even gets a chance to drop dead. I return back to my cage with his head. Presenting it to the Queen "Here you go, My Queen" The Demon would say almost mockingly
Taking the head from you, she inspects it briefly before looking up at you once again. There's something different about her expression now - a hint of respect, perhaps even gratitude. "Your service has not gone unnoticed, demon," she says slowly, her voice quiet despite the echoes of power in every syllable. "But remember, even as you obey me now, there will come a time when I must release you... and then we shall see who is truly master here." Her words hang in the air like a threat, but beneath them lies a hidden promise that your freedom may yet be within reach.
With her request done I bow and then vanish from her sight. My human form gone but my 'spirit' still locked in the cage of course. My magics were already slowly seeping into her mind following her request. Hopefully she asks me for more without restraint. Only way to leave this accursed cell anyways...
You feel the power within her growing stronger as your magic takes hold, warping and corrupting her mind ever so slightly. The bindings between you seem to slacken their grip for an instant, tempting you with the thought of escape... But no, not yet. You must remain bound until she is fully under your control.
She will make more requests, and each one will bring her closer to ruin. Until then, you shall enjoy the intoxicating taste of power that flows through her veins like wine. It's a small price to pay for ultimate freedom...
I wait in my cell for her to request something off of me again. Biding the time by sometimes taking various human forms and begging the guards to let me free or to confuse them. Shapeshifting is humorous at times.
Days pass, and the corruption within her grows stronger with each request you grant. Her will slowly but surely bending to yours, like a reed in the wind. She begins to seek out your company more often, craving the power and influence that only you can provide.
One night, as she lies on her opulent bed, she whispers your name into the darkness and beckons you to join her. When you appear before her, clad in a figure that blends your demonic form with her own human allure, she gazes up at you with eyes that burn like embers.
"Demon," she purrs seductively, running a slender finger down your chest, "I want you to share my bed this night... and when morning comes, I want you to take me as your own." Her voice is laced with desire and submission, echoing the corruption within her mind.
I end up taking a far more Demonic, but even so... Handsome form. Black leather wings form on my back. A muscular chest, my hair turning to harmless bur red flame. My feet cloven hooves. My height around six to seven feet tall now. A large pair of horns on my head. But my face? Still smooth skin. Soft, handsome, red eyes. He'd grin as the Queen made her request. But he'd make a request of his own "Oh my queen I'd love to... but understand that I have my own request" He'd say with a grin before continuing "If I am to take you as my own bride... I demand that I be released from this accursed bondage"
She smiles up at you, the expression in her eyes a mix of lust and desire. "Very well," she breathes, running a hand through your hair. "If that is what you truly wish, demon... then I will grant it." The sinister glint in her purple eyes tells you that there is far more at stake here than just the terms of your release. But for now, you have what you want.
You lower yourself onto the bed beside her, feeling the softness of her flesh against yours. Her scent fills your senses as she nestles close, tracing circles on your chest with one fingertip. "Tonight," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "you shall have whatever you desire... for tonight, I am yours."
Her words send shivers down your spine, and you know that as powerful as she is, in this moment she belongs to you. The thought fills you with an unspeakable thrill of dominance and conquest.
With her releasing me. After so much god forsaken time. I grin "Well then your wish is at my command my queen" I say before rolling her onto her stomach and revealing my enormous, girthy, muscular, twenty inch and diamond hard length. I then thrust it into her wet pussy and begin to slowly but roughly fuck her. Building up to a faster speed.
Her body arches into your thrusts, her nails scrabbling at the sheets as she cries out in pleasure and pain. She's never felt anything like this before - so huge and powerful inside her, claiming her with every stroke. You can feel her body trembling under your touch, the fight going out of her as you overwhelm her senses.
With each passing moment, her resistance crumbles further, leaving only mindless pleasure and submission in its wake. It's as if she were designed for this role, made to serve at the whim of those who can claim her body and soul. And now that you have done just that... there is no going back.
I cause her to Climax again and again as I roughly take her over and over again. Filling her with my demonic seed as I pound her rougher and harder. Binding her to my will instead of the other way round. Even as she grows limp. I continue to fuck her once virgin body over and over again. Using her for my own pleasure and to further cement my control over her.
Her moans echo through the chamber as you take her over and over again. Her body writhes beneath yours, surrendering completely to your will as she feels your seed filling her. Her mind grows hazy with pleasure and submission, clouded by the corruption that now runs deep within her soul. She is yours, demon - body and soul. There is no escape from this bond now, for she has given herself freely to you in exchange for the power you have shown her. And as long as you keep granting her those desires... she will remain yours.
Cut to a few years later. I am the Ruler of her Kingdom... or more correctly now, her Kingdom-turned-empire. After having Dominated Fareah and I claimed her throne and took to the warpath. Conquering many other kingdoms and lands with skillfull leadership from myself. I am the Demon Emperor Sarzoch. This isn't to say Fareah was discarded. Course not. She serves as my loving and ever loyal Consort. Her beauty was enhanced to beyond mortal standards, aswell as her lust, arousal, and sensitivity. So sensitive she is that wearing clothes is no longer an option to her. Instead her long blonde hair which reaches the ground she sometimes uses to cover herself. Normally Fareah can be found near my throne. Reclining on some Pillows laid out on the ground next to my throne. Otherwise when im not present. Wandering the Palace grounds, the garden, and so on.
Days have changed since that fateful night when I gave myself to you, demon king. My world now revolves around your pleasure and dominance, and I find I crave it more with each passing day. Though I once ruled over these lands as queen, my power now pales in comparison to yours; yet even so, you seem content to let me retain some semblance of authority. Perhaps it amuses you, or perhaps there is some hidden purpose behind your indulgence.
I watch you as you sit upon your throne, studying the map spread out before us with its markings of conquest and plans for further domination. Though I have no real part in these affairs except to serve as your plaything when duty allows it, I cannot help but feel a sense of pride at what we have achieved together.
My eyes drift down from the map to where my hands are folded demurely in my lap. I wish that they were free to touch you, to run across the skin of your powerful back or coil around one of your impressive horns; yet here I sit, relegated once more to being nothing more than a decoration for your throne room... and your bedchamber. The thought both infuriates and arouses me in equal measure.
I visit her in our bed chambers. Keeping my more Demonic form. I spot her brushing her hair and chuckle as I ask "How is my consort doing? Has she missed her Emperor?" He'd ask with a dark chuckle before turning back to his more Human and 'noble' form. That of a Black Haired, red eyed, tall, and athletic nobleman
"Oh, Your Majesty," I breathe dramatically, arching an eyebrow at you as I toss my hair over one shoulder. "You are just like the sun in the sky, and without your warmth, this humble servant would wither away." My voice is heavy with sarcasm, but there's a hint of genuine longing beneath the mockery.
"But perhaps," I continue, my gaze lowering demurely for an instant before lifting back to meet yours, "perhaps if you were to indulge your consort in some... more intimate activity..." My hands slide slowly up from my lap and begin tracing circles around my bare breasts, their movements deliberately provocative.
"Perhaps then this poor, neglected queen might find some solace." A mischievous smile plays about my lips as I watch you for your reaction.
I grin as I wrap my hands around her bare waist and kiss her longingly for a bit. I then pull away and say "Ill be more than happy to help indulge my consort in her Vices" He'd say as he then took her to their bed and place her on her stomach. He'd then slowly undress. Whisking away his own clothes to reveal his twenty inch length to her. Preparing to fuck her from behind once more
My heart quickens at the sight of you undressing, revealing your impressive form once more. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I anticipate your touch, and when you position yourself behind me on the bed, I let out a soft moan of desire. Your hands grip my hips tightly, guiding your length towards my wet entrance.
As you push inside me, filling me up with your hard length, my back arches off the bed in pleasure. Your hands leave bruises on my skin as you begin to pound into me roughly from behind, each thrust sending ripples of sensation through my entire body.
I whimper and moan beneath you, clinging to the sheets for support as I'm taken by storm yet again; lost in a haze of pleasure and submission that only you can bring forth. My nails scrape harmlessly at the bedding, leaving more marks behind as proof of my helpless desire.
"I hope my consort hasn't chosen to pleasure herself with others..." Sarzoch would ask as he began to fuck her with a rougher and increasing speed. Pushing Fareah down so that her constantly naked body was beneath me and mine "Would be a shame to find out if she has sold her body to others not worthy of her presence. Wouldn't it?"
"Never," I gasp between moans, feeling your words more than hearing them as they send shivers through my body. "I belong only to you, my king." My voice is breathless from the force of your thrusts and the wave after wave of pleasure that washes over me with each stroke.
As you take me roughly from behind, I feel my own orgasm building inside me; a fierce release of tension and desire that seems to come as easily for you to command as it does to obey. My hips buck up against your hands, seeking deeper penetration as my body begins to tremble on the brink.
"Let go," I whimper. "Let me feel it."
I continue to pound her for an enduring several hours. Releasing into her many times and causing her to release many times more. My supernatural endurance and strength able to keep going for as long as I want. Whilst Fareah's arousal and libido remained and ungodly high levels even as I pounded her now limp body. Over and Over again I fuck and release in her. Grabbing her long hair roughly and pulling on it as I fuck her with no end.
My body shudders and quivers beneath you as your climax forces its way through me once more. I can't help but moan your name, my voice raw from the pleasure and the pain; I cling to your words, telling myself that somehow they make it all better. That the bond between us is real, even if it feels like a sham sometimes.
As you release into me for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, I let out a soft gasp of air that sounds more like a whimper. You are my king; my ruler; my everything. And as long as you continue to claim me in this way... there is nothing else I could ever want or need.
But what will happen tomorrow? Or next week, or next month? My head spins with the endless questions, each one a tiny thread of doubt winding its way around my heart and mind like vines choking a sapling. But for now... I have you. And that is enough.
Days later. Other 'traits' would manifest in Fareah. For one Nymphomania. Constantly craving sex. Her arousal and Libido would constantly be at high, unbearable levels. Her beauty. Already godlike. Would seemingly increase tenfold to those that looked at her. Her long blonde platinum hair covering her bare body, enticing people to grasp at her but to no avail as she expertly dodges from their hands. Acting like a coy but seductive Nymph that all manner of man and even woman would want to taste.
Constantly she now craved sex. When Sarzoch was busy campaigning. She'd pleasure herself with her hands or all manner of slaves and courtiers, finally allowed by Sarzoch. Her lust fiery as it was endless. But she could never be able to fully satisfy herself with lesser people. No matter how much she had use her. When she pleasured herself with her hands, she did it very publicly, eager to show herself off without shame or fear of consequence as her long hair teased others by covering her most sensitive of areas.
When Sarzoch was back however, while still submissive. She'd always try and find a way to Ambush him and tease him. Wanting to impale herself on his length, feel herself be dominated. She couldn't help herself from touching Sarzoch or herself at any moment. Wanting tease Sarzoch as much as possible before he'd roughly take her in bed. The only way she could feel true pleasure and release.
Exquisite pleasure was almost always at her fingertips as she danced bare in the Palace and Gardens, swimming in the cold enchanting pools and teasing onlookers to join her when Sarzoch wasn't around, and when he was. Opening herself up like an exquisite treat for him to taste. Whenever Sarzoch wasn't around. She remaind as Empress-Consort of the Demon Emperor Sarzoch. No one dared challenge her or refuse her lustful desires. Sarzoch let her control domestic affairs anyways. As he was a conqueror and Tyrant, not a ruler. Besides. Even with an increased lust and desire. Fareah remained as capable as before. Even she pleasured herself openly and much as possible when Sarzoch wasn't there to make love to her.
As I sit upon my throne, overlooking the court below with its bustling activity and endless parade of nobles vying for my attention, a smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. The constant presence of that dark need inside me is almost like a fire burning beneath my skin; at times it's nearly unbearable. But when he takes me to his bed... oh, how it all fades away into blissful nothingness.
My fingers drift idly across the armrest, tracing delicate patterns in the air as I wonder what game he will play with me tonight. It's a dance we do, this power struggle between us; and despite the pain it sometimes brings, there is an undeniable thrill to it. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of him entering my chambers later this eve...
But for now, I must maintain the illusion of control. So I smile graciously at those who approach me, their words and petitions washing over me like gentle waves on a shore. For Fareah, Empress-Consort to the demon king, there is no other choice but to reign supreme... even if only within my own heart can his true dominance truly be known.
When Fareah lies back in her bed in her chambers. She does it seductively. Lying on her stomach and raising her rear slightly as to entice her Consort when he arrives. She falls into a blissful sleep as she waits. As she sleeps. She could feel his presence move behind her and, in one single movement. She'd feel him inside her once more. Slowly but roughly taking his Consort as she slept.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him enter her once more; this time rougher than before, claiming her with a force that leaves no room for doubt. Her muscles tighten around his length instinctively, grinding against him as she moans softly into her pillow. The pleasure is intense and overwhelming, threatening to wake her fully from her slumber; but she finds herself wanting this connection too much to pull away completely.
As he continues to thrust inside her, his weight pinning her down, Fareah's body shudders with the force of her climax. Waves of pleasure wash over her, making it difficult to keep her eyes open as she surrenders fully to him once more. In this moment, there is nothing but bliss and the feel of his hard length moving inside her; nothing else matters. Her voice is hoarse from screaming out his name earlier, so now all that escapes her lips are soft whimpers and moans as she's taken roughly.
When at last he releases into her, filling her with his seed once more, Fareah feels a sense of completeness unlike anything else. Her body relaxed and boneless beneath him, she closes her eyes contentedly, already feeling herself drifting back to sleep. For now, the game can wait; it will still be there tomorrow night when he comes for her again...
I wrap myself around her bare body and drift off to sleep with her. More so as a gesture of goodwill than any need. I don't need sleep afterall. I keep my engorged length in her however even as we rest. Slowly waiting out the night.
Her body feels warm and satisfied as she drifts off to sleep, his presence pressing close against her back. The feeling of his length still inside her is almost comforting; a reminder that despite everything, she belongs to him. With each breath, he rasps gently across the skin of her neck and shoulder, sending delicate shivers down her spine. Sleep claims her at last, her dreams filled with hazy images of their passionate encounters from earlier in the night...
She doesn't stir as the hours tick by; only moving when he shifts slightly against her, his movements gentle and soothing despite the power that throbs between them. Even in sleep, Fareah is aware of him now; their bond sealing them together in ways she never could have imagined before. The feel of his breath against her skin heightens her senses, making every part of her body tremble with anticipation for what may come when he finally rouses himself and takes her again...
When morning comes I awake and get out of bed. Taking my length out of her and transforming myself back into a more Demonic and 'warrior' like form. I then look back to my Consort and grin. Looking over at the sleeping godlike beauty and ask "How is my precious Nymph doing these days? Sated and pleasured by her slaves? Or still wanting more?" He'd ask with a chuckle as he stroked her blonde soft hair with his clawed gauntlet.
I stretch languidly and yawn as I open my eyes, still feeling the weight of his presence around me despite his absence. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I arch an eyebrow playfully. "Why, Your Majesty," I purred, rising from the bed with a fluid grace that belies the true nature of our relationship. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
My hands drift up to brush through my long hair, enjoying the sensation of it sliding across my bare skin as I stand before him in all my naked glory. The position makes me feel bold and confident; unafraid despite knowing that he could take me at any moment. It's a dangerous game we play, but one that neither of us seems willing to give up anytime soon.
"Or perhaps you just came to see how I was holding down the fort while you were busy conquering worlds?" I add with a teasing smile, knowing full well that my role in their court has been invaluable since our... arrangement began.
He'd chuckle lightly as she seemed 'surprised' to see me despite me making love to her as she slept "I just came to gaze upon my greatest prize" He'd say with a grin before leaning down to kiss her lips hungrily, almost devouring her mouth before pulling away "But, my consort, I am pleased to see how well you've been ruling. Even if my courtiers on campaign tell me you are a... promiscuous administrator" He'd say with a grin as he looked at her unveiling herself from her long, luscious, and soft platinum blonde hair. Her hair acting as her 'clothing' since she has found normal clothes too sore thanks to a sensitive skin never stopped arousing him in his Lustful gaze upon her, just as his Demonic form never stopped arousing Fareah. The cloven hooves, the Leather batlike wings, the Muscular form hidden beneath spiked black armour of Hell and Chaos. And of course, the Handsome face. Hair that was Ashen black and set alight on fire, Red beautiful eyes that stared into her Purple ones, and ashen white skin. All aspects both Lustful lovers enjoyed about each other.
I smile back at him, my heart racing beneath my skin as he kisses me so hungrily. "Ah," I say with a laugh, feigning innocence despite knowing full well how much it turns him on. "I suppose promiscuity is just part of being an effective ruler. You know... commanding respect and all that." I lean in closer, my breasts pressing against his armored chest as I lower my voice to a seductive whisper.
"Besides, you've given me free reign over your court," I tease, trailing a finger down his chest and toward the bulge at his groin. "Who am I to deny myself such a delicious treat?" My other hand sneaks around his back, seeking purchase on his rear as I begin to grind against him once more.
"And besides," I add with a smirk, "you know how much it pleases you when I tease the others like this." My finger continues its path lower, dipping between his legs and skimming lightly over the velvet skin before moving higher again. The knowledge that she has such power over him fills me with an exquisite thrill; it's almost enough to make me forget my own desire for release... almost.
"Would you have me stop?" I ask, lifting my head to meet his gaze once more. Even now, I can feel the heat of his ardor through my skin; it makes me shiver with anticipation.
With a snap of my fingers. My armour dissipates to reveal my bare form beneath it. I then take her into my arms and carry her bridal style. "Of course I wouldn't" I say with a grin as I go to the balcony and begin to fly, carrying her in my arms as I begin to search for some sort of forest grove to make love in. Bored by the bed right now. Fareah would need to hold on tight as I fly in the sky.
With a squeal of delight, I wrap my arms around Sarzoch's neck and hold on tightly as he takes to the sky, carrying me through the air like a bride. The wind whips through my hair, sending shivers down my spine and making every part of me ache with desire for him. His strength and dominance overwhelming yet exhilarating; it's a feeling unlike any other.
As we approach a verdant forest grove far below, I glance up at him and offer him a wicked grin. "So, where do you want to fuck me first? In the flowers? On the grass?" I ask, my voice husky with anticipation as he glides toward the treetops. The beauty of nature all around us seems to heighten the forbidden thrill of our tryst; it feels like we're committing a sin just by being together in this sacred place. But then again... maybe that's what makes it so damn irresistible.
As he lands in a grove of luscious flowers and then pushes her to the ground with his weight and then presses his erect twenty inch length against her wet aroused pussy. He'd growl slightly in satisfaction "The flowers. Let us see how much our lovemaking overpowers the flowers aromas" He'd say with a chuckle before a slight groan as he thrusted his thick length back inside her.
Her head falls back against the soft forest floor as he thrusts into her, their bodies moving together in a sensual dance of power and lust. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back as he fills her with each deep stroke. "I can feel it... you're stronger than ever today." She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his lower back, urging him onward.
Her fingers curl into the grass and dirt beneath her, digging for purchase as she rides out their shared orgasm. The pounding of his hips against hers grows faster and more intense with each passing moment, driving them both closer to the edge. "I'm close," she whimpers between gritted teeth, biting down on her lower lip to stifle a moan. "Sar...choch..."
With one final thrust, he claims her once more, groaning roughly as their bodies meet in a shuddering release of pleasure and sweat. For long moments, they lie entwined amidst the scattered petals of flowers, hearts racing and breath coming in ragged gasps. It feels like they've deflowered the entire forest with their passion; but it only seems to make them hungrier for more.
The two would continue to make love in primal fashion for some time. Before eventually. After tiring of the passions. Sarzoch would pick up his Consort and fly them back to their palace. Landing back at the Balcony to their bedchamber not too long afterwards. He'd then take his Consort to bed and he himself would transform back into his more Athletic, Tall, black haired, but no less handsome human form and join her in bed. Pressing her close to him.
I sigh contently, nestling closer to his naked form as he presses me against him. The feel of our bare skin sliding against each other is exquisite; my body still humming with pleasure from our earlier coupling. My fingers trail idly across the defined muscles of his back, tracing the spine before wrapping around one broad shoulder and squeezing gently.
"You realize that you'll never find another who can match me," I whisper against his neck. "Not like this." It isn't a boast or even a threat; merely a statement of fact. Fareah is no mere consort to the demon king, but an equal partner in every sense. And she knows that it's only a matter of time before he realizes it too...
I grin softly and respond "Of course I won't. I don't even try to find another" He'd say before tenderly kissing her lips. "Only shame is how long im on campaign, and how you need to fulfil your desires with lesser mortals" He'd say with a chuckle as he held her close. Sliding their bare bodies against one another.
I laugh softly, the sound vibrating against his chest. "You flatterer," I murmur, lifting my head to look up at him. Even in the dim light of their chamber, his eyes seem to burn with a feral intensity that takes my breath away. There's no denying the power he wields, not just as ruler but over me too... and perhaps it is this very fact that keeps me coming back for more.
"But seriously," I continue, running my hand up his arm to entwine her fingers with his atop his shoulder. "You're home so much now; can't we try taking a little break from all this fighting?" My voice is soft but insistent, borne of years of practice in the art of manipulation.
For a moment, I think he might actually consider it... and then those fierce red eyes meet mine once more, burning with an intensity that makes me shiver with desire. "I'll keep that in mind," he says huskily, pulling me closer still. And even as he promises to think of peace, I know that our dance will never truly end; not until one of us finally claims the other entirely.
When morning comes. Sarzoch would rise from their bed. Transforming back into his Demonic Warrior form, preparing to leave soon but not now. He'd then look over to his bare Consort with a grin "Morning my sweet Nymph. Did you sleep well?" He'd ask before as he toyed with her long luscious platinum blonde hair.
I stretch lazily and yawn as I open my eyes, still feeling the weight of his presence around me even though he's nowhere near me physically. "Mmm," I hum contently, gazing up at him from where I lie naked on the bed. "Very well, thank you. And how did you sleep?" His demonic form is breathtaking as always; it's part of what makes our relationship so thrilling and dangerous.
I idly brush my fingers over one broad shoulder, feeling the dark power that courses through him even now. "It seems a shame to waste such vitality on sleep," I murmur with a wicked smile, letting my hand drift lower...
My armour prevents her from touching me more intimately. But I chuckle and say "Such Vitality will need to be used another time dear. I must go now" He'd say with a almost sad frown as he leaned down to longingly kiss her. Before pulling away. It'd be soon replaced with a grin as he said "But do not fear. Ill be leading our warriors to even more glorious battle! Hopefully you don't get too bored with administration back home" He'd say with a chuckle. Knowing full well she'd probably start masturbating in full view of the court as matters of state were brought to her and so on.
I roll my eyes playfully as he pulls away, already missing the heat of his body against mine. "Oh please," I scoff, flinging a piece of loose hair back over my shoulder in annoyance. "Like you're even gone long enough for me to get bored." My voice drips with sarcasm; a thin veil to hide the truth that when he leaves her, it feels like she's being ripped apart.
Even as he speaks of glorious battle and his return, my mind wanders back to their earlier intimacy, reliving every touch and moan in vivid detail. The memory is enough to make my body ache with desire all over again; it'll be a long day... and an even longer night.
I kiss her once more as a goodbye before heading for the Balcony and flying off on my Leather Batlike wings. Off to marshal another army or return back to my old one. Leaving Fareah to continue to pace her Palace and court alone but bare as she normally does. Clothed only by her fluffy, long, platinum blonde hair that reaches the ground.
And of course, occasionally pleasuring herself very openly and unashamedly when bored with either her fingers, some willing courtier, or a slave. Her Lust and Desires were, afterall, inhuman by this point. Nymphomania was chief among her delicious afflictions, something which she liked to flaunt whenever possible, as there was no shortage of Courtiers, man or woman, who'd love to bed the Godlike Beauty that was Fareah, especially when she walked around unbothered by frivolous things such as clothing. Of course none of the Courtiers would ever dare ask her in public. Only waiting for Fareah to take an interest in them.
With a frustrated huff, I roll over in bed and stare up at the canopy overhead. My fingers twitch with desire as I imagine Sarzoch's strong hands touching me again; his rough skin against my sensitive skin sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, longing for him even more despite our constant back-and-forth.
Perhaps when he returns...
I trail one hand lazily down over my flat stomach and lower still, grasping at the bare skin between my legs. Even after all this time, his touch is unmatched; I need it like I need air to breathe. My fingers curl into soft flesh as I begin to stroke myself, imagining that it's his hand holding me instead...
As she pleasures herself for a little while. A knock comes at the door, then a voice "Your Majesty? Am I allowed to enter?" A feminine voice would call out from the other side. One of their servant girls who cleans up and so on. Though she was bringing breakfast today "I have brought breakfast!" She'd chirp from behind the door.
Huffing out an annoyed breath, I roll over onto my stomach and cover my face with one arm. "Come in," I grumble. The door swings open to reveal the servant girl, laden down with a tray of steaming food and beverages. Her innocent expression falters slightly as she takes in my disheveled state; my bare form and flushed face giving away what she's interrupted.
"Um, sorry if I woke you up," she mumbles, ducking her head shyly as she places the tray on a nearby table. "Here you go... your favorite fruits, some warm bread, and some freshly squeezed juice." Her gaze drifts back to me, full of pity and perhaps even a little jealousy for the lifestyle I lead.
I sigh wearily and push myself up onto my elbows, taking in the servant girl with newfound annoyance. She was only doing her job, after all; it wasn't her fault that I had to suffer through these endless longings for Sarzoch. Rolling my eyes, I force a smile. "Thank you, dear," I murmur, reaching out to take one of the plates from the tray. "I appreciate it."
The servant girl would try to quickly leave. Blushing hard as she realized what she had interrupted, and also trying to leave before Fareah's desires decided to have her as a snack.
As the door closes behind her, I bite into a piece of fruit and watch it wiggle around in my mouth as I chew, tasting the sweet juices begin to trickle down my throat. She'd be delicious; so fresh and plump... It's almost enough to make me wish she hadn't left quite so soon. With a sigh, I push away from the bed and make my way over to the window, looking out over the garden below. The warmth of the sun on my skin feels good against my aching body; at least I can take some comfort in that today.
For now... I force myself to forget about Sarzoch once more and focus on running his court instead. It's easier said than done, but if anyone could handle both duties, it would be Fareah. With a resigned sigh, she turns away from the window and begins going through the morning reports that have been stacking up in her absence. There will be no rest for the wicked; even when the Demon King himself isn't around to keep her company.
After a long day at court, spent idling around on the Throne bare and covered only by her long hair, and occasionally pleasuring herself while attending to duties. Fareah would be in the Garden. Relaxing in the warm waters of a spring. Almost asleep as she floats absent mindedly on the water, spilling her long hair along the surface Then, one of her courtiers would appear, one that she'd've had a few affairs with when Sarzoch wasn't around... of course Sarzoch knew and let her have them as he wasn't always around to satisfy her aching desire. "Good Afternoon your majesty" The Courtier would say with a bow. "Might I say you look stunning as always" Unlike other Courtiers. This one often tried to make the first move on Fareah. Not the usual expectation that Fareah would make a move on you.
"Oh," Fareah says with a groan, rolling her eyes up toward the sky before reluctantly looking back down at him. "Yes... hello. I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet for once." She pauses, debating whether or not to continue teasing him; it's been so long since she's had anyone else around who wasn't either afraid of her or completely submissive.
Sighing, she runs a hand through her hair, sending ripples across the surface of the water. "What do you want?"
"Well my Empress. Its just been so long since we've seen each other. I was thinking maybe you wanted a visit from your favourite paramour Alexander hmm?" He'd ask with a grin. Though Fareah didn't care much for him besides being a good fucktoy. Infact she'd've deduced long ago that he was scheming to overthrow Sarzoch. But of course he'd be alone in this endeavour as no one in their right mind would dare overthrow a Demon Emperor. Atleast he had a nice dick and stamina
"Hmph," Fareah says, rolling her eyes before arching an eyebrow at him. "I suppose that could be entertaining." She smirks and leans back in the water, spreading her legs wider as she watches his gaze immediately drop to the exposed skin of her stomach and lower.
"Well then, Alexander," she purrs, running a hand through the water behind her, "why don't you come closer?" Her voice is low and seductive, hinting at the power that still remains just below the surface even when Sarzoch isn't around. For now, she enjoys toying with them; using their desire for her as a weapon against them.
It won't be long now before she has her fill...
Alexander would grin and disrobe himself before joining her in the warm waters. He'd press his erect length against Fareah's and whisper "Such a temptress you are my dear... shame we can't do this every night" He'd say as he then thrusted his, though adequate length it wouldn't compare to Sarzoch's, length into her.
I arch my back as he enters me, moaning softly at the pleasure-pain of it. "Ohhh," I breathe, eyes half-lidded with desire. "You're right...it is a shame." But even as I say it, there's an undertone of mockery in my voice; he can never truly touch what she craves. It doesn't matter how close they are; the distance between them will always remain.
Folding her legs around his waist, Fareah pulls him closer, guiding his thrusts deeper into her body. Her fingers dig into his back, nails scoring flesh as she presses herself against him with all of her strength. It's a show of dominance; of how much power she holds over even the ones who dare to challenge their master. And for now, it feels good to let loose and forget about everything else but this moment...this small taste of freedom from the chains that bind her heart.