The Demon King (Otherworld Series #4)

Chapter 8

She cried all night.

And then she went to sleep.

Selfish bitch. Nikolai did not get a wink of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he heard her sobbing and her teary face was in his minds eye.

He tried sleep after she fell asleep. But he couldn't.

He kept thinking about his words.

He kept thinking about how he put all the blame on her. She was blameless actually. She didn't deserve to have the blood of all those lives on her hands. But Nikolai did not want that blood on his hands either.

He had killed a lot of people but he knew that these people were innocent.

They did not deserve death so soon.

Innocent blood was the worst kind of blood to have on your hands.

If Nikolai's father were here then he would have shamed him.

A king should accept his responsibilities.

This is what his aunt had said to him. And his father had agreed.

He would be so disappointed.

Sadly, or rather gladly, Afonos and Feofin Shizkov were currently getting tanned on a private island somewhere no one knew. 

After giving the kingdom into the hands of his son. Afonos and his wife just upped and walked away for an eternal vacation to a place where on one knows and where nobody would trouble them.

Only Shireen knew the place, as she usually brought letters and pictures (Selfies of mom and dad) from wherever they were.

So, Nikolai knew that right now, his mother had coloured her hair purple and gotten a tattoo of a rose on her right butt cheek (How, on a isolated tropical island? He didn't know) and dad was same old dad, roaming the beach in flower printed shorts with his war helmet covering his face.

Nikolai wished he could pack off to a tropical island too. But he had responsibilities.

Someday...maybe when his kids grew up.

If he would have kids at all.

Lunia did not prefer his touch.

He had tried to have sex with her many years ago but she always clawed and pushed and bit.

Nikolai liked his woman willing. And Lunia was no where near willing. He wondered what he would have to do on their wedding night three...no two day hence now.

He shrugged at that thought. He had nothing against forcing her. Or maybe drugging her.

The latter sounded promising. He could make some arrangements...

Nikolai looked down at her sleeping form. He would have fun scarring her.

Her body would look beautiful with his marks on it.

He lay down beside her and kissed her neck, the smell of burnt flesh close due to the chain. She moaned and her arms wrapped around his neck. She rubbed her naked body against him. Her naked breast rubbing his own. Her lower body humping his thigh. Her wetness on his leg.

His own body responded. His cock grew harder and poked at her belly. It rubbed against her skin with every movement. She moaned and positing her cilt above his cock so that she get stimulated.

Nikolai bit his lip to keep his groan in.

God, how she teased him.

He wished that he could just thrust into her. He wished that she wasn't thinking about anyone else.

"Oh, Nikolai. " She whispered, groaning. 

Oh..oh god...she was dreaming of him. A self satisfied smile tugged at his lips. She was dreaming of him! That means she was just teasing him before when she had taken that mortal's name.

Nikolai wondered what she was dreaming when her hands caught his balls and twisted.

Nikolai's breath caught in his throat.

"You bastard. You thought that you could use me, while I slept?" She asked through gritted teeth.

Nikolai groaned loudly and jerked his hips causing her to dig her claws into his balls.

He realised that his penis was just at her entrance, the tip dipping in.

He was about to fuck her at he didn't even realise.

And neither did she realise how much pleasure he got from what she was doing to him.

Okay...He was some of a masochist himself. He got pleasure from pain. He liked what she was doing. Maybe if he moved again them she's twist them.

He groaned. And tried to tug free.

At his pleasure, she really did twist his balls and even claw his back.

He shouted his release.

She gasped and let go as his seed shot into her opening.

"Fucking hell! " She screamed and shot of the bed with the bed sheet. 

She tried to wipe the seed of her body and even off her woman hood.

She pulled at the chain, causing herself pain, his sadist tendencies reared their head and he groaned as pleasure blanked his mind and filled his body.

His seed kept spilling onto his abdomen.

He was after all, part sex demon. His pleasure lasted long and his seed travelled far.

Maybe she would get pregnant? Nikolai laughed as he felt himself go into darkness.

The day finally took its toll on him.

What a wonderful way to fall asleep.

Nikolai opened the chain from the bed before his body went limp. 

He still felt some amount of hurt when he saw her rush to the bathroom to wipe him off herself.

Nikolai hoped that one day she would accept him.

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The bastard took advantage of me!

He fucking blew his load when I twisted his balls. What kind of guy does that?

Usually they plead for life.

But Nikolai, gross, I cannot believe it.

I sprayed my pussy with water. I hope nothing reached in. Gods,  I don't want that devil's baby. Fuck.

I still can't believe it.

And he even kept blowing so long.

It was true then. He was a fucking sex demon. One with strong semen.

I'll have to stand for a while. So that whatever go in wouldn't take root.

Gross. Grossidy gross gross.

Gross!

I walked towards the shower stall and stood up there. Hoping to wash his seed off.

I hope he steps on a lego.

If I have a kid I'll buy him or her legos so that Nikolai can step on them for eternity.