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You watched in fear as the demon king stared down at you with a deadly stare.
Normally, he would do this himself but he didn't want his perfect body to touch your own filthy one.
Douma can do that... Seeing as how he was so eager to get his hands on you.
You quickly looked away as you silently prayed and hoped your husband would notice you were gone and save you.
Your eyes widened as you heard his voice...
"My flower!" Douma cried as he rushed to you, gripping you against him as cupped your face and forced you to look up at him.
"Oh my poor flower... You look so scared... I bet you were... were those nasty demon slayers mean to you?" He cooed.
You struggled slightly in his grip, wincing as it only became tighter as he pulled you against him.
"T... Take me back please... Please I... I'm married please..." you whispered.
Douma's once joyful face had vanished, staring down at you before bringing his hand up and slapping you to the ground.
"Of course you're married my dear... Married to me! No other man is allowed to touch you!" He snapped at you as you cried.
Muzan could simply roll his eyes as he watched you two.
"The boy was no where to found... Just make another and give it to me once it's done." The demon replied, already delighted at the prospect of walking in the sun.
Douma smiled as he forced you up, pulling you against him. "Of course! We'll make as many as you need!"
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You sobbed out as Douma pressed your hands against the sheets.
The sounds of skin slapping against each other filling the room.
Douma smiled and cooed at you as gripped your hands. "I... I forgot how good you felt flower." He cooed as he thrusted against your hips.
You whined as you closed your eyes, feeling his cock slid in and out of you with ease.
You hated how he made your body feel... You hated how he could make you melt.
