Zelink Short Stories

Wicked Desires

So I did a story inspired by The Cruel Prince. Now I did Kingdom Of The Wicked because I'm almost done reading the last book (I wrote this instead of finishing it).

Warning: swearing, sex, and mentions of violence

Song suggestions:

Seven Devils-Florence + The Machine
Play with Fire-Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money
Cherry On Top-Bishop Briggs
Do It For Me-Rosenfeld
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The guards stiffen at their posts when I stride past, clutching their spears until their knuckles turn white. Fear is as sweet as it is useful. They know all too well the difference between being peaceful and harmless and as the daughter to the goddess of death, I am far from harmless.

My heels click against the reflective black marble with veins of gold, the sound echoing in the hall with only the distant chatter from the throne room to fill the silence. I'd gotten bored with what I was doing and after discovering I had nothing better to do, I decided I'd join my prince for the feast. If I were to guess, I'd say he's bored as well but he doesn't have the luxury to leave just yet. Socializing isn't one of his strong suits. He's a soldier. A war strategist. To him, diplomacy means threats and promises of destruction should anyone go against him. His hand moves quicker to a blade than mine does.

I push open the double doors to the throne room now lined with long tables to seat guests indulging in hell's finest delicacies. Arrangements of bleeding roses are set atop the dark wood in between large dishes of food to enjoy. I steal the attention of demons and shifters when I enter. They turn with their glasses of deep purple wine almost to their lips, staring at me with fear and awe. But they are the least of my concern. My gaze is glued to my prince lounging lazily in his throne with his legs spread apart and head resting in his hand. He may as well be the devil himself with the way he uses his cunning and charm to manipulate even the smartest of these otherworldly creatures. He has an audacity most wouldn't dare to think of having. He plucks power from other courts as if they were the roses decorating his throne room, adding each new flower to his vicious bouquet.

His head turns slightly, a wicked smirk playing on his lips when his eyes land on his bride. Being his mistress was fun. Becoming his princess is an entirely new kind of excitement.

My chest flares with a spike of annoyance when I see who has been boring him. The queen of the twilight realm. She turns around as well, her lip curled in a sneer after she rakes her jealous gaze over my dress meant for attention. It's the same bottomless black as the clothes my prince is wearing with an off-shoulder top and two slits in the skirt to expose my legs with each step. The fabric is luxuriously silky over my skin, allowing the dress to drape over my body. It was his most recent gift to me. I'm sure he'd love to see it on the floor.

My ebony throne sits next to his. It's just as grand with its own ornate accents carved in gold. I love sitting in it but for the sake of my authority, I walk straight to my prince's throne. His eyes are icy and wanting, not bothering to hide any of the lust behind them. His shirt is unbuttoned almost to his trousers, igniting my own slew of carnal desires. Had the room been empty, he'd be happy to oblige to whatever I dream up.

I sit on his lap and lean back, draping myself across his warm body. His heat is addicting. Being the garner of death, warmth had never been familiar. My blood runs cold with the magic that promises to cease life on a whim.

His hand settles on my leg, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of my exposed thigh. "Where were you, love?"

"I was playing with the puppies." The puppies being the hellhounds. Extremely loyal and protective creatures. "They used one of the keepers as a tug toy though. It was a mess." Accidents happen. Hellhounds really only respond to their masters. To me, they're nothing but puppies while to others they are only sharp teeth and claws ready to tear apart flesh.