Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Smut

Caliban x reader

You stared up at Caliban, sitting on the throne of hell with complete and total hatred.

You had accepted his proposal; a partnership in finding the unholy regalia. And the deal of that partnership was that when you both found the last piece of the regalia you would unite in marriage and rule hell together. Caliban promised that he would stay in hell and wouldn't try and rule all of earth, in exchange for you staying as well; being his queen and ruling by his side.

But he only kept part of his promise, sure earth was safe and you were here with him, but you didn't rule. No, that was a joke, you were queen sure. A queen who flounced around in sere silken dresses at the pleasure of the king, becoming his arm candy for the infernal courts. He wore the crown and sat on the throne and commanded legions, whilst you stayed obediently by his side, your presence a mere joke; and you hated him for it, for everything he did and especially every time he called you princess. But what you hated most of all; was the effect he had on your traitorous body when he called you princess, and when he commanded those infernal legions from his throne.

Caliban turned his head to meet your hateful gaze with a smirk. "Something amiss Princess?" He said his voice sending an unwanted shiver down your back.

You fought back the snarl that was forcing its way past your bared teeth.

He titled his head at you. "Do you really hate me so much? I kept true to my word the Earth is safe." He said as he got up from his throne and began to slowly step down from the dais until he was only a step above you.

"And your here as my Queen, dressed in Hell's finest." He smirked as he cupped your cheek. "What more could a princess like you possibly desire?"

"Fuck you Caliban." You whispered harshly.

"Is that what you want, princess?" He said taking his hand from your cheek and grabbing your chin, making you look at his face. "Do you want to make me pay for stealing your throne and crown, princess?" He asked with a sultry voice his eyes filled with lust as he bit his bottom lip, staring at your lips. "You can, you know. I'd eagerly take any punishment you wish to dole out my queen. I can take it."

You fought back the reaction your body had at him calling you 'my queen'.

"I'd never do anything as foul as that with you." You snarled, but still let him keep your chin in his embrace.

He smiled his bottom lip still between his teeth. "Such a fiery hell cat my queen is. What punishment would you inflict upon me?" He asked. "Would you take your revenge upon me on the very throne I took from you?" He said his lips getting closer to yours until you could feel his exhales became your inhales.

"Oh yes, I can see that is exactly what you desire." He said, his lips already brushing against yours as he spoke again. "Take it my queen." He said harshly. "Take your revenge on me. I can take it." He said and almost as if something snapped within you; you kissed him.

He didn't spare a second as he wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss, snaking his tongue into your mouth, your tongues wrapped in a sinful dance of pleasure and dominance. You felt your hatred subside for now as curled your fingers into his luscious blonde locks since the moment you first met him, almost as if you were trying to bring him closer to you than he already was.

Maybe it was the fact that you had been down here with him for God knows how long. Leaving you alone, with only him and the eternal darkness for company. But you longed to be touched, to be needed and caressed; maybe that was his dark plan all along; not becoming king of hell but keeping you here all for himself alone and isolated; waiting for the moment that you would jump into his arms seeking the comfort you so desire, even though you'd deny it to him at every turn. You had to applaud him on his will power, you shared the same bed in the royal chambers, he could've taken in you in the midst of the shadows and there were some nights that you were sure you would've let him.