The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 357: Bend To Will

Chapter 357: Bend To Will

As soon as Zoya exited the premises, Draco’s voice rang behind her with a sinister prowl.

"I wonder what sort of conspiracy you’re scheming with your diviner now." He remarked sarcastically as he drew closer.

"We’re not conspiring, we’re merely looking for a cure for Malika and Zoya has proven to be quite useful with her visions and also her hard work." Rama said as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, standing on her toes, she stole a quick kiss from him, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"She is useful, until she’s no longer useful." Draco remarked.

"I trust she’ll bend to our will, she seems loyal, but I won’t let my guard down." Rama said as she squeezed his shoulders lightly.

"And where is she now? I’d like to have a word with your diviner." Draco drawled with that skeptical glint in his eyes, he knew something was off, somehow he always knew and secrets could never bypass his knowledge.

"Firstly, she’s the kingdom’s diviner and secondly, she’s not here." Rama said with an air of mischief clouding her demeanor.

His inquisitive eyes remained skeptically on her "And where is she off to? To find the cure for Malika?" He asked doubtfully.

"You might be doubtful but if she was uncertain, she wouldn’t have left to go find it." Rama pointed out, but Draco scoffed in disbelief.

"She was uncertain, but as always, servants will do whatever their masters ask for them, even if he asks them to dig a path to hell, they would. It’s no surprise she did what you asked, even though the results would be unsuccessful." Draco implied.

"I won’t give up anyway, I have to help Malika." She voiced out firmly.

"You’re not obliged to help her, her mate is capable of taking care of her but sometimes, tragedy happens." Draco said, his voice laden with gravity.

"It’s all my fault what has happened to her, if she hadn’t..."

Draco abruptly interrupted her "If she can’t what? Become your handmaiden? Your friend? That is how life works Rama, you never know what your fate will be until it unveils in front of you, slowly. Now isn’t the time for regrets, you should never regret having her in your life."

"You’re right, I won’t live in regret, no matter what happens." Rama muttered to herself like a mantra.

"Zamiel was fated to be her mate, whether or not you were in her life, she would have been thrown into this life anyway, so never for once think that anything is your fault." He said with a tender voice as he cupped her face in his hands, his eyes of ardor piercing into hers.

"Come on." He said, dragging her along with a gentle pull towards their painting room.

Walking inside, she suddenly felt a sense of relief. It was her place of comfort, and he was her person of comfort.

"I love you." She whispered subconsciously, the words floating from under her lips and he caught every single breath of it.

Turning to face her, he cupped her face and leaned his forehead against hers, a genuine, non-sarcastic, non-mischievous smile tearing through his lips as he echoed the words "I love you, feisty princess."

His words lingered in her ears for a long time, like enchanting bells ringing in her head constantly. The words leaving his lips were so genuine, and pure, retaining feelings that could not be explained in words, but with those three words, she got the message he was conveying to her, how he adored and worshipped every inch of her, his promise of protection and undying commitment.

Her heart wavered like the flutters of numerous butterflies in a field and she knew no matter how long they would be together, in eternity and death, their love would never cease to exist, ever.

Extending her hand to his face, she caressed his cheek lovingly, her eyes filled with longing and doting. His gaze dropped slowly from her eyes to her slightly parted, juicy lips.

Leaning down, he planted a delicate kiss on her lips and she responded immediately to the gnawing desire that overwhelmed her as she kissed him back fervently.

Her entire body itching with the rising sensations that spread around her body like wildfire. His delicate kiss soon turned firm and hard as he stroked his lips against hers, feeling the taste of her delicious, supple lips colliding against his.

Pushing his tongue, he pried her lips open, entangling their warm tongues together. She could feel the heat rising slowly in both their bodies, their slightly heavy breathing meshing together in the quiet solitude of the room.

He pushed her against the wall with a soft thud and a whispering moan escaped her lips at his action. Slowly, she could feel his hands creeping towards her back and with a swift, indiscernible pull, the lace holding the dress together came undone.

In an instant, her gown fell off, to pool at the bottom of her legs and in the next moment, his clothes were peeled off from his body as well.

Unable to resist the urge, their hot naked bodies pressed against each other, making her feel the firmness of his muscles rubbing against her softness.

She whimpered softly as he carried her atop him for her to straddle him as she wound her legs around his waist while his hands were firmly groping her behind.

Pressing her back against the wooden wall, she felt his bulging cork rubbing between her legs, for her juice to drip on him.

Burying his face in her neck, he sucked firmly under her ear lobe, moans escaping her lips as she leaned her head back on the wall, eyes closed as she relished in the pleasurable moment.

He suddenly groped her full breasts as he fondled them passionately, stroking her hardened nipples with his thumb while he continued sucking on the nook of her neck.

The tingling sensation between her legs increased and as if he had read her mind, he slipped his hard cork in with a swift slam that made her jerk in pleasure. The feel of his thickness grinding against her wet walls was insanely blissful, she suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Her moans turned shallow as he thrust in and out of her immensely juicy walls, every stroke of his turned deeper as he hit sensitive parts that made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Her legs wrapped around his torso quivered and she could barely keep it wrapped around his torso, if not for the fact that he was holding it in position while he slammed her walls with brutal force.

"Ahhh.." She moaned loudly as her toes curled, her skin heated with the intensity of their arousal that seemed to heighten every second.

Her fingers dug into his back as he slipped in and out of her with a wild pace, it was unbearably pleasing, she continued to cry out in pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her body trembling frenetically, her heart pounding with the cadence of desires and pleasure overwhelming their senses.

Her breath shook heavily as he hammered her walls, each stroke more intense, more nerve wracking and back arching, she found it impossible to think of anything more than the ecstatic state she was in.

Her body bounced up and down against the wall as he continued pounding her wall with fierce intensity, her moans turning louder as the air around them turned chaotic.

As they reached their climax, she slumped weakly on him, their heavy breaths mixing together in the quiet room. Their sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.

After more rounds, they settled on the couch naked, their sleek bodies brushing against each other as they cuddled and as they both gazed at each other, they exchanged wistful smiles.

Rama leaned against Draco, her head resting against his broad chest as they basked in the afterglow of their intimacy.

Outside, the moon hung low in the sky, its silver beams filtering through the window and bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow. The night was alive with the sounds of crickets chirping and owls hooting in the distance, lending an enchanting ambiance to the scene.

As Rama traced lazy circles on Draco’s chest, he let out a contented sigh, his fingers gently stroking her hair. Their bond was forged through countless trials and tribulations, yet it remained unbreakable, a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness.

In the corner of the room, a kettle bubbled merrily on the hearth, its steam mingling with the fragrant scent of herbs. Rama reached out to pour two cups of steaming tea, the warmth spreading through her body and chasing away the chill of the night air.

Draco wrapped his arms around Rama, pulling her close as they sipped their tea in comfortable silence.

"You shouldn’t be beside me naked, you’re tempting." Draco muttered in a low husky tone.

"And you’re my path to hell." She quipped.