"My king-!" Rosalind whined and seemed rather distressed with this bold move. "You mustn't!" To which Paimon silenced her, resting a talon on her beak.
His expression was gentle but still powerful and he spoke. "My delightful creature.. It's your fault, you know. Your immaculate looks just-", He took a deep breath and exhaled as he spoke "Make me weak in my knees.". Recognizing the truth of his upmost charming words made her smile and close the gap between her body and his.
"My king.." Rosalind started and trailed her pure talons across his chest, shoulder and then got to his neck. "I am so, very much honored. But, we can't."
The king refused to listen to this trickery and leaned her against a wall, his growls full of fire and ecstasy. "Oh my sweet thing, From this day forth I can do whatever I desire with you. Sweet, sweet Rosalind." He purred and embraced her beauty, nipping at her neck feathery. Her whole body trembled under the king's touch, a soft gasp escaping her when he nipped at her.
Words she may have said before, weren't valid anymore at this particular moment. She'd give herself to him with every corner of her very being now. The desire had built up to this, and she'd be a fool to decline his touch.
"Not so pure after all, Ey?" He smirked and kissed her cheek and held her waist.
As much as the aristocratic demoness would want to attack and collide her lips with his, something held her back.
Paimon's wife, whom was still in the picture. Still thriving, and well. With plenty of heirs, too.
Who'd believe Rosalind if the queen would find out and drag her to court?
"As much as I want This..." , Rosalind cleared her throat "What about your wife? What would happen if she found out, or caught us?" She frowned which made Paimon back down.
The grip he once held on her, was now gone and his lustful expression turned cold.
"My.. Wife." He huffed, growling below his words. Every memory of her specifically, made him want to strangle her to death. "Why do you speak of my wife? I do not care about her. If I make you mine, then that is what you are! She'd have no choice but to accept my decision!"
Rosalind shook her head and held Paimon's hands. "My king.. I cannot give myself to you until your wife is out of the way. I fear for her vengeance. Please.." She bowed and forced a frown upon her face.
The king took a moment to think before he whimpered, "...I will speak with her."
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Paimon's Mistress
FantasyAfter Paimon's first, and very last wife had decided on a 'private' divorce; They parted and used their surrounding folk as they pleased. Paimon had found an exquisite young demoness from a royal Goetia bloodline whom he could talk with and admire...
