FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 67: THE BOND (3)

Chapter 67: THE BOND (3)

"I..." she started, but the words faltered on her tongue. What could she say? She was sure she was not ready to make a choice so permanent, so binding, with someone she had only begun to understand.

Perhaps seeing her hesitation, King Varziel reached up, cupped her cheek with surprising tenderness, grounding her once more, "You do not have to decide right now. I would never force it upon you. I never even planned on telling you of the implications of our bond existing until you were truly ready."

His words caused her to laugh, "I guess that I am super obstinate about things, aren’t I?" She leaned into his touch, subconsciously seeking more from him. "You make it sound like I mean everything to you." Her voice was steady, hiding the stormy emotions brewing steadily in her chest.

"Who knows, perhaps I am a demon fooled by love."

"It may be lust." Arella shot out.

"Oh, my queen, what I feel for you far exceeds some measly emotion like lust. I am a demon, if I could, I would devour you in your entirety." As if to prove his point, he took a deep bite of the area just above her breast.

Arella poked his stomach. "I could very well use this information to sell you out to the angels. Heavens knows they would take such information and use it against you."

King Varziel laughed and raised his head again, "I doubt you would do something like that. After all, you did say that you are growing quite fond of my dimples, did you not?" He gave her a toothy grin, showing off the dimples he spoke of.

"You are insufferable." She swatted his arm.

"Says Queen Confidence." He grinned even wider.

Arella sighed, "What if I do not accept the bond?" This was something she needed to know, " if I decide that this is not something that I can commit to-- what then?"

King Varziel’s hand stilled against her skin, and for a moment, silence stretched between them. When he spoke, his tone was calm, though tinged with an emotion she could not quite place. "I will try my best to try to get you to decide the alternative. Even if it means you never truly be mine, I will continue to cherish this moments that you will have chosen me."

Arella’s chest tightened painfully. How could someone so powerful, surrender so completely to her will? She had expected arrogance, dominance, or even coercion and manipulation from him. What he was giving her was the complete opposite

She did not speak, afraid that her voice would crack and he would hear the vulnerability in him. His fingers resumed their gentle caress over her skin, and she took in shallow but calming breaths, counting to ten before finally answering him, "I do not know if I can be what you want me to be." She confessed. "Because what if I say yes and regret it?"

"Then, I will spend the rest of our lives ensuring that you do not." He said simply.

His words were a promise, and the wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.

Forever was a long time though, and with how long she was going to live, she doubted she was ready to commit herself to another for the remainder of it. After all, once the bond was made, there would be no going back.

"I need time," she said finally, her voice steady. "This decision, I refuse to make it lightly."

"Take all the time you need, Arella," He murmured against her skin, "I will wait for you, however long it takes." He said simply, before taking a nipple into his mouth.

For a micro second there, she had forgotten that they were still joined, and that his length was still firmly lodged inside of her.

This time, she did not stop him, and his teeth scraping against the tightened bud heightens the feeling of everything. His fingers pinched and plucked her other nipple as he began to thrust so slowly it was actually painful.

"You’re not stopping me this time?" He murumured against her skin.

"You’ve convinced me," her reply was followed by her tugging on his hair to bring him in for a kiss.

King Varziel took her lips in her own, kissing her as if she was going to disappear in the next second. Then, after a while of slow thrusting, he broke off the kiss, and pushed offo fher. Before she knew what he had planned, he had pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach, in a very unladylike manner.

The wood felt cool against her skin, and within a second he was pushing her dress back up her hips and had thrust back inside of her. A hand came down in a light swat on her upturned ass, and the sound registered first before the light sting. It did not really hurt, but morphed into a heat that pushed all the way to her core.

His thrusts were still painfully slow, but his palm left that stinging heat behind her.

Arella whimpered, the feeling of being manhandled in such a manner all too new, and the pleasure that followed being all too much. She squirmed, as his spanks reached ten before he finally stopped and rubbed her sore cheeks.

Her wings fluttered, laying flat on the table, too engorged in the pleasure as well to even move. Her orgasm has so close, and although she was on the table, on her stomach, sprawled in a glorious heap, she did not feel the slightest bit of shame. She could feel his eyes roving lazily over her body, before his fingers sunk into the feathers of her wings.

The room filled with his name, as Arella scrapped at the table with her fingers, trying to hold on to something to help her steady herself. Her feet dangled slightly off of the floor, and King Varziel’s fingers travelled slowly down her wings, stopping at the base of her wings.

He stopped thrusting, holding himself still for a second.

"Varziel, move. Please." she all but groaned, moving her ass backward, seeking that friction, fucking herself on his cock.

As if that was all the words that he needed, he started to fuck her. There really was no other word for it, it was raw, sweaty and noisy.

The electricity between them seemed to crackle, and pop the closer she came to orgasming again. He slowed long enough to reach beneath them, and rub her clit, pressing their bodies fully together and Arella came with a cry.

He continued to pump into her, over and over until he too was cumming.

To Arella, nothing existed anymore in that space apart from the two of them. She could only feel the pleasure that he was giving her, only felt the strong emotions that were growing with the emotions she could feel from him.

He pulled her up from the table, and settled the two of them onto the large office chair, turning her to the face him such that she was straddling him. Arella allowed him to do as he wished, even as she could feel his cum dripping down her thighs. She was content, and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

However, they still had a discussion. "We still need to talk about the letters I got from the human king." She muttered although she was almost fast asleep.

"That we will. Tomorrow morning." He promised her.

"Do you promise to stop avoiding me, I promise that I do not bite."

King Varziel laughed, and rubbed her back gently, helping her fix the dress that he had pulled down. "I will not avoid you anymore. Although what shall I do when I need to keep a surprise from you?"

"That’s your problem," Arella’s voice faded as she drifted off to sleep, "you figure it out, but if you try to avoid me, I will skin you alive."

King Varziel’s laughter echoed in the room, as Arella drifted off to sleep. However, he did not wake her, and the next morning when Arella woke up, she was in their chambers, in their bed, covered up to the neck.

Her husband, the demon king, was sleeping right next to her.

That realization brought a smile to her face.

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S/T

Varzoel: and thus begun our happy married life

Author: it has been a week since the marriage

Varziel: (Frowns) that’s besides the point

Author: (disappears) damn couples. It’s not even valentine’s day. Tsk

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