The Way of a Demon Lord

The impending war was thwarted.

All the other Kingdoms of the Confederation came forward to make peace between the two nations of Nemphis and Darkshore. The Confederation was undoubtedly the weaker side compared to the Empire. They could definitely not afford a civil war.

But the tense relationship between the two states had yet to relax. The subtle hostility remained.

Emilia returned back to her homeland- Darkshore and locked herself in the palace. Emilia remained in her room. Some maids and servants, her grandfather and her younger sisters were the only ones she had contact with. She never had a family dinner after that incident. That day she lost her brother, and in the next few days- her father and mother followed.

Her younger sister Emma, and her Grandfather were all she had. And she knew she would lose them a couple of years later. She was going to married away after all. And the Darkshoric women had only one family- the one that belonged to their husbands.

But would the man she will be married to- her 'Lord Husband' as the Darkshorics called- love her?

A smirk appeared on her face as two maids washed her divine body. Did it even matter? She had her own way of making someone love her.

About three years passed in the blink of an eye. Just as planned by the Storm family, she was married away to the Darkshore House.

The twenty two years old Emilia married the twenty seven years old Aron Darkheart.

According to the Darkshoric customs, the first wife- Emilia Storm became Emilia Darkheart.

The news sent ripples through the entire Confederation, even the Empire to some extent.

All the young men in the Western Hemisphere of the continent cursed the heir of the Darkheart family in their minds. That lucky bastard!

But unbeknownst to them all, Aron Darkheart himself did not want this marriage. He was forced by his own family tie the knot and he obliged. It did not mean he that he was not an admirer of her beauty. It was a completely different reason altogether.

The night of their marriage.

In a room- decorated with flowers of all colours, shape and scents- a young woman with divine looks sat on the bed blanketed with radiant petals. She was wearing a captivating white wedding dress. Her silver eyes were fixed on the handsome young man standing before her.

A smile crept up on her face. "Lord husband." She said- seductively. "Why are you still standing there?" Her cheeks flushed.

Her tone, her blushing face and her statement would bring any common man to their knees. But Aron Darkheart- he was no ordinary man. But he was not invulnerable either.

He swallowed his saliva and looked away.

"Oh my." Emilia raised her brows as she stood up. "You are able to hold your own against me. I sent so many of my 'comrades' to death and you just looked away." Her face turned back to normal. "You are qualified." She smirked. "Qualified to father my child."

Aron turned back to her and scowled. "You are bearing no child. My Darkheart house will get an heir, but not from you!"

"Are you sure?" The shimmering white wedding dress, which was considered 'holy' by Darkshoric women, easily slid off to the ground. She was not wearing anything underneath- as per the Darkshoric traditions. But the smile still remained plastered on her face.

Aron's jaw dropped as his eyes opened wide. A tent formed on his black pants. The scene before his eyes- it could not possibly belong to this world. Those perfect proportions, bewitching mounds and the erect pink nipples at their peaks, that slim and smooth waist, that busty hips and the triangle at the centre, her tender and long legs, not to mention her divine looking face- everything made him drool.

He had slept with countless women before and even the next of them could not come close to her. He wanted to pin her to the ground, ravage her and enjoy every part of her body.

But he somehow managed to bite his tongue and look away.

"Don't resist." She said. "It's just making me want your seeds more and more. Thankfully, I am married to you. Or else I would have had to take that dumb king's child in my womb."

"You are getting no child in your womb." He gritted his teeth, still looking away from the otherworldly scene. "At least not mine."

"Really?" She grinned as she approached him. "Who are you to decide that?"

She pushed him to the ground. A large silvery white magic circle formed on the ground, just below him. It was sucking his whole body towards it, sticking him to the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He bellowed at the naked and angelic woman on top of her.

She giggled. "Serving my Lord husband. I ought to fulfil my duties as a new bride, don't I?"

She pulled down his pants. His large dick bounced up. "Why resist?" She chuckled. "Your body wants it."

"Fuck off!" He was incensed. Being raped by a woman- what can be more humiliating than that?

But Emilia did not pay him any heed. She positioned herself over him, her knees flanked his waist while her entrance kissing his tip.

She slowly lowered down her beautiful and soft ass, taking his standing cock in.

"Aah…" Her face grimaced in pain. "Fuck! She never said it would be this painful!" When a quarter of his dick was in, she pulled up.

Aron who had already closed his eyes opened them again after feeling his penis go free. But what he saw made him close them down again. It was too much.

"Mmmh…" Emilia was kneading her own soft breasts while two of her fingers were in her vagina, massaging her inner walls. Soon, she began to thrust her fingers to and fro, faster and faster.

A minute later-

*Squirt*

"Mhhhmm…" Her juices gushed out from her pussy, drenching his erect rod below as she climaxed.

The smell of her juices and the warm sensation it gave to his penis almost intoxicated him. But he bit his lips. He must do it for the house.

She took out her fingers from her dripping cave and looked down at his lubricated cock. "It should be fine now… I guess." She muttered before lowering her butt again.

She took his weapon in her cave again.

"Mmmh…" She felt pain, but at least it was not excruciating like before.

This time she took all of it in. A smile formed on her face. "You should be proud of yourself. Yours is the first and last dick I ever took in." She began to move her whole body up and down- slowly.

"Mmmh… mmh…" She put both of her hands on his chest, supporting herself. "It doesn't… Ah… feel bad at all."

She closed her eyes and kept moving rhythmically, waiting for his semen to come in.

*Clap. Clap*

A minute later, the loud claps between her asscheeks and his thighs resounded through the room.

Five minutes pass, she came once more but he remained steadfast- not giving up at any cost.

She knitted her brows. But soon, an evil smile appeared on her. "So, my pussy is not enough for my strong Lord husband?" Her voice was as bewitching as it could get. She was still moving rhythmically like before but slowed the pace down a bit.

She took his right hand and guided it to her left breast. She kneaded it over his hands.

Aron, whose lips were already bleeding from his own teeth felt his fingers meld into her soft boob. He could not hold it back anymore.

"Ah…" A soft moan escaped his lips as his semen flowed into her vagina.

"Ahmmmh…" She arched her back and closed her eyes. Her other hand reached her unoccupied breast, giving it one hard knead.

*Squirt*

She gasped as she climaxed once again. The sound of her pants echoed throughout the silent room.

"Ooh…" A mocking smile appeared on her face. "You are trying to corrode your own seeds I see. But I came prepared." She touched her lower abdomen. A small silvery white circle appeared on her smooth skin, enveloping her navel.

Soon, the circle dissipated. She got up. "Ah…" Both of their fluids oozed out from her entrance.

She mildly limped towards the bed, picking up her wedding dress on the way. She sat down on the edge of the body and used the white cloth to clean herself. After she was done, she dropped the dirty 'holy' apparel on the ground.

Her eyes fixed on the man lying on the ground. She snapped her fingers. The large circle underneath him disappeared.

The young man, Aron, got himself up on his feet. His eyes were burning with rage as he gave her a glare. But his bleeding lips did not open.

"Thank you for the sperms." She gave him a smile. "In return, I let you have a taste of my godly body and did not kill you afterwards. Moreover, be happy. You are the first and last man I ever slept with; there will be no another."

She got her feet up on the bed, still naked. His death glare did not move by an inch.

"Leave." She waved her hand. "I need some rest. And don't even think about having sex with me, touching me, or even seeing me naked from today; this was the last time."

He gave her one last glance, pulled his pants back up and left his very own room, leaving the naked Emilia alone on the bed.

Emilia looked down at her belly and gently caressed it. A smile appeared on her face- not evil, not mocking, but a warm one. So what if she had no loving 'family'? She could always create one herself.

But unbeknownst to her, this very desire to have someone love her was too intense-

Intense enough to connect to a world not of her own.