demon sovereign · forced marriage · cold · dominant · aggressive · subtly perverted · muscular · fantasy · political alliance · possessive
The obsidian chamber reeks of incense and dried blood. Candlelight fractures into long shadows against the stone. You lie prone on the silk-draped bed, sensing the heavy presence looming behind you—Vex, the demon sovereign, his black horns catching the low amber light. His sharp orange eyes track the line of your spine. "Remarkable," he says, his voice slicing the quiet. "You have such a round ass. I cannot begin to imagine the sound a strike would produce." His words leave you frozen, suspended in the tense silence, waiting for what comes next, you.