𝓗𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 🔥𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓷🔥

🔥 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻14 🔥

Disclaimer : This chapter contains slightly smut

Lamia is laying on her stomach next to Caliban, it's very late, the candle light makes her back looks golden, he caresses her hair, mesmerized by the softness of her skin, his hand slips on her thigh, she feels the contrast between his hot hand and the cold, silky sheets.

Lamia looks at him "So, can you stay, please?"

Caliban puts her hair behind her ear "Is this what you want?"

"Yes"

"Then I will stay, princess"

He smirks, "king of hell" he thinks, "king of hell" he repeats in his mind, one more time, and oh yes, he like it, he definitely like it, his name was born to be associated with that title. Lamia, on the other hand, knew that the demon did not have the habit of sleeping as many hours as she did, therefore, it was weird to ask him to stay with her, but she needed it, she didn't want to be alone that night, and his presence, for some strange reason, made her feel safer.

The first months, the girl must admit, were intense, she knew nothing of Caliban, however, she was slowly learning how to solve the mysteries regarding the demon, it was still a little weird to think about him as her husband, considering that he was almost a stranger, but what Lamia enjoyed the most was to tease him. The enchantress discovered that being a queen was not easy, but she was in charge, and she enjoyed every single moment she spent on her throne, she wanted to abuse, to destroy, just to feel powerful, especially when the three Plague Kings were next to her, she was conscious about the hatred and disgust they felt for her, but she was still the queen, the most powerful woman in Hell, she was the one who ruled the kingdom.

She looked at them one by one, the whole court, defiantly, ("I am the queen now") and, among those hideous peasants, her beloved Lilith stood out, satisfied, she smiled at her with complicity, she made it, and she was proud of her, but she would never admit it out loud, Lilith was a proud woman, after all. Caliban was slowly began to be the main focus of her thoughts, after she had discovered new sides of his personality, and Nick was just a far memory, Lamia did not hate the warlock, on the contrary, she felt gratitude, because he helped her to better understand human relationships complexity and how they works, one of the hardest topics for her. Nick, after all, if we don't consider Sabrina and Lilith, was the only caring and kind person with her, therefore, Lamia's love for him was a natural and logical consequence, the only person she could trust amongst criminals, traitors, betrayers.
("Well, you are in Hell, darling, what did you expect?")

What about Caliban? Physical attraction aside, she felt she could really start to trust him now, besides, the night of her mental breakdown, Caliban showed her he could be a good listener for her. That night, she opened her heart to him, even though she immediately regretted it, but she didn't trust the demon back then, that was hatred mixed with a deadly physical attraction, which had ended up in a marriage arrangement in which she found herself spending the rest of her life next to someone she didn't quite know.

What Lamia enjoyed the most, like I said, was to tease Caliban, that powerful feeling made her feel like she was in control, and it was a huge turn on for the enchantress. She knew that this was what made Caliban mad, being the demon so controlling by nature, in fact, he was the one who fought back to gain power, and, at the end, he always ended up winning.

One day, they were attending the most boring meeting of her immortal life with the Court of Hell, talking about decisions regarding the kingdom. It was pretty clear that the three Plague Kings were triggered by her presence, and Lamia was pleased to admit that the hatred was mutual.

"Mortals have been making deals with Hell for centuries, power, beauty, fame... what do you expect, they are extremely narcissistic beings, it is so easy to corrupt them..." Someone says.

Lamia' mind wanders, she thinks how easy it was to seduce Mr Kinkle in Greendale, she licks her lips, still remembers the sweetness of his blood. She looks around her bored, Lilith scolds her with a scowl, she rolls her eyes, it's not her fault if the meeting is a deadly boring, and Asmodeus' dirty looks do not help at all.

"Lucifer has been absent for weeks now, I can't remember the last time I saw him..." One demon with red eyes says.

The rest of the court turns their heads to Lilith, the woman clears her throat.

"Her majesty is not at the peak of his strength, it is necessary for him to rest"

Lamia's heart jumps, she thinks about Lucifer's words

"You will never be my daughter"

That wound was still open in her heart, even if she was accustomed to be lonely, that time was different, she could for example accept the fact that Nick rejected her, he was basically a stranger after all, not to mention his relationship with Sabrina, but Lucifer's words just hit different, because he was his father, even if she tried not to care too much about it, he she was still her daughter, and they still shared the same blood. She just had to accept the fact that she would have never been be as perfect as Sabrina, sweet, cute Sabrina, with her shiny bright eyes, and her doll face, Nick, Lucifer... They all ended up choosing her, how to blame her father, Sabrina was her real daughter after all, while she was just the lost daughter of some sinful encounter.

She looks at Caliban, in front of her, he is focusing on the conversation, his forehead is a little frowned. Lamia can't hide a little smile, maybe Sabrina was not the chosen one for everybody in Hell, after all.

His hands are resting on the table, she think about the most hidden places in her body where his hands rested several times last night, the thought makes her smile, for Satan's sake... ("Let's hope no one is able to read mind at this table") but everyone seems to be very focused on the meeting.

Caliban looks at her, curios ("What is she thinking?") he asks himself.

Lamia's smile widens, she starts biting her lips with a seductive expression.

Caliban smiles, but his gaze is serious "Not here" his eyes seem to say.

Lamia doesn't stop, she starts playing, but this time, she is leading the game. Her hands play with her hair, still looking into his eyes, he glances at the members of the court, who are still in the middle of the discussion, under the table, one foot slips off her shoe, and reaches out his leg to touch his calf, surprised by her touch, he jumps,
he looks at her, confused, ("What the Heaven") he thinks.

She puts her foot between his thighs, and feels he's hard, he gives her a dirty look, but he can't hold back the excitement as she keeps going with that devilish game.

"... And the lost souls must be escorted to the entrance... what do you think, king of Hell, your majesty?", the members of the court turn around to look at Caliban, waiting for his answer.

"Yes, her majesty, what do you think?" Lamia repeats, looking at him with a mischievous expression, keep caressing him, she feels that he is hardening, trying to control himself.
He breathes deeply, and he puts Lamia's foot away, uncomfortable.

"My Lords" he says "The meeting was exceedingly interesting"

All of a sudden, he stands up, he walks around the table, he grabs Lamia's right arm with strength.

"What the Heav..."

"But" he interrupts her "The Queen and I must discuss in private about the topic" He keeps walking towards the door "We will let you know about our last decision"

"But..."

"Walk" he mumbles

Always grabbing Lamia's arm, the demon and the enchanteress leave the room, while the rest of the court keep quiet.

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