Page 53 of Her Demon Daddy
“So were you,” I reply, turning my head slightly to look into his eyes before he kisses me and spins me around, taking me tightly in his arms.
The kiss progresses quickly, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths and hands gripping the other’s bodies tightly, like holding onto a life raft you so desperately need to save yourself from the roaring sea. I pull from him quickly, looking at the servants cleaning up the room around us and laughing.
“Come with me,” Asmodeus says lowly as he takes my hand.
Walking with him, he softly strokes my hand with his thumb as he leads me into the throne room. I’m shocked to see a substantial golden chair next to Asmodeus’ oversized red throne. Slowly stepping toward it and covering my mouth, I slowly step forward and up the steps of the raised floor holding the thrones.
The chair is carved beautifully, and as my fingers run across it, I notice how smoothly it’s been sanded. Turning around, I come face to face with Asmodeus. He places his hand on the back of my neck and leans in to kiss me quickly and passionately. Without another thought, I throw my arms around him, melting into him like honey.
Our craving is too intense to waste another moment. He scrambles to undo his robes as I fumble with the zipper on the back of my dress. When he’s nothing but a bare chest and barely covered in his underwear, he walks around me and grazes his soft lips over my shoulders as he pulls down the zipper slowly. The freeing feeling of my corset loosening makes me sigh in exhilaration, knowing what he’s about to do to me.
His warm hands wrap around my waist and breasts as he kisses my neck from behind. He leans his hips into my backside, and I feel his stiff shaft through his underwear. My body sways to the side as he walks me over to his throne. I lean back on him as he sits on it, moving my hand through his hair as he kisses my shoulders.
I exhale, releasing the tension I’ve carried from years of not belonging in my own life. As I stand and straddle him on his throne, looking down at him as we lock lips, I feel like I finally fit in my world. I can tell he’s slowly dying inside, needing me now from the grip of his hands on my hips.
He stands us up, and we remove our underwear before I climb on top of him, arching my back as I move my hips against his. Pulling my body upward, he positions himself, and I slide down onto him, holding my king’s face in my palms as he fills me up. I have to moan, to externalize the quaking ecstasy in my body.
Eyes of calm oceans and rebuilt bridges stare into mine as I slide up and down on him, his eyes rolling back in his head as I show him my undying love by giving him myself, completely, vulnerably, and intensely.
He slows my hips with a gentle grasp and gazes into my eyes as he brushes a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “I love you, my dear queen.”
“And I love you, King Asmodeus.”
Our act of love continues as the moon rises with the electrical storms outside. The sounds of thunder and wind outside mimic our impassioned and exhilarating love-making. As my King and I connect on every level, I realize I am finally home, with the man I was always meant to be with, in our kingdom of eternal devotion.
31
TRINITY
Ihave to admit, things on Galmoleth have just gotten a hell of a lot more interesting.
Parties celebrating Asmodeus and Siara’s union have raged well into the morning hours in the palace every night for the past week. You’d have to be blind not to notice some of the demons’ reluctance to accept a human as their queen, but much to my surprise, the vast majority of the demons on Galmoleth have welcomed Siara with open arms.
It’s strange, to walk through the palace ballroom or look up at the dais and see the woman who tried to teach me how to survive in the dungeons a couple of months ago. Back then, Siara was little more than a feral animal, and that’s exactly how she wanted it.
Now every time I see her, she has a jeweled crown on her head and delicate fabrics clinging to her as she kisses babies and smiles and waves at her new subjects.
“Trinity?”
The nasal voice of the captain drags my attention back to him, and I quickly paste a vapid, thoughtless smile onto my face.
“My apologies, captain, it seems my mind was elsewhere! Please, continue.”
Predictably, the captain’s chest puffs up at my encouragement, and he begins his long lecture on the importance of his rank all over again. I take care to nod and hum my approval where appropriate, even as my mind begins to wander once again.
Siara’s fate is incredibly rare for human women, even among those lucky enough to find a demon mate that actually respects them. Rising from a prisoner in a dungeon to the beloved queen of an entire country of demons is hardly common, after all.
Still, I’m happy for my friend. If anyone deserves it, it’s her– but I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel at how everything worked out for her.
Siara’s method of survival was to be brutal, feral, and undesirable. It worked for her, for which I’m glad, but that behavior out of the vast majority of the rest of us wouldn’t make us queens. It would earn us a one-way ticket to the chopping block.
My method of survival is vastly different from Siara’s.
My eyes rove over the captain as my thoughts begin to turn, lingering on the polished medals on his chest that scream self-importance and the long, narrow nose he so loves to use to look down at others.
The captain is not the worst of my targets. Despite his many shortcomings, he is easy to manipulate, and not altogether terrible company. While Siara managed to break free of the dungeons using determination and sheer brute force, my way out required more… finesse.
Demons are just like any other group of males– if you know what they want, what buttons to press and where their ego needs to be stroked, you can make them do just about anything.