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A series of erotic one-shots that would leave you wanting more.

I will turn some of these one-shots into short stories based on the readers' feedback.

(Second book of one-shots published)

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The Demon King’s Angel
Part One How dare those f*****g angels try to step foot on my land? How dare they send one among themselves to bring me down? How dare they? I am going to torture him until he can take no more. I'm going to snap his delicate little neck and watch the light leave his eyes. And when he's dead, I'll make sure I'm present when he's redeemed and then I'm going to make him my f*****g slave. The lava inside me is boiling to the limit where it might crash upon the residents of Hell any second now. How dare they? Never in the last fifty centuries has any angel tried to set foot in Hell without my permission. I'm not called the King of Hell for nothing. The angels are afraid of me. So much that even the Archangels shiver when they hear my name. No wonder remembering the destruction that took place the last time I felt like visiting Heaven. But why now? What is their motive behind sending a single angel to my land? Aren't they stupid? I'll make certain, I send them his head once I'm done with him. Puffing out a frustrated breathe, I clench my fist. Time to meet the little Angel. The scene of the Throne Room before my eyes is turned into the musty, bleak darkness of the Dungeons of Carcere as I teleport myself. The door before me holds the way to my new pet of torture. I hold my hand in front of the lock as I summon the key to the cell. The lock twists and opens before me in no time. But the scene before me is something I could never be ready for. Devon; my third in command is on the floor along with three guards of Carcere claiming... . . . Cards? The powerful angel that I was preparing myself to face, is a small girl. She giggles, her pale skin glowing in the darkness of the dungeon. The sound alone, seems to fill light within me. She has long, luscious blonde hair. Shinning like moonlight in the troubled sky. She's tiny, too tiny. Ne Upon feeling my gaze, her eyes snap up to meet mine. The intensity of them almost flooring me. Milky white with specks of gold. That's how they are. Breathtaking... I feel my hand inch to touch her as she sends me a frightened smile, informing the idiots I call my men of my arrival. Instantly, they scramble off the ground, all of their eyes wide as they assess my temper. I'm mad, extremely more so when I note that the Angel is not chained. The cuffs lying idly on the ground, collecting dust. I know my eyes are a blood red as they snap to meet Devon's gaze, the only one that is not shivering amongst my men. "What the f**k were you doing? And why the f**k is she not chained?" I sneer, venom dripping from my words along with promises of dire punishments. The girl whimpers, diverging my attention to herself as she takes a few steps closer to me, timidly. Her long hair sways behind her as she does so. They're platinum blonde, almost white, reaching under her ass in waves. I'm not yet aware of how much of a threat she might be, but the innocence in her eyes seems to distract me from not letting her come closer to me. She's small, a good two feet shorter than myself. And curvy, the huge globes of her breasts standing proud under the flimsy material of her angelic robe. Her tiny waist is hidden from my sight by the fabric, which flares, flowing down her wide hips and ample ass to touch the ground, gracefully. Once she's standing before me, she holds her arms out to me in a "pick me" manner like the human babies do. I frown, observing her carefully. Her mind is blank, without the longing to touch me. Longing? She hasn't spoken anything in my presence yet. Her breasts rise and fall as she holds the position for a few minutes, as if waiting for me to pick her up. She seems to get impatient from my ogling and lack of response as she start opening and closing her fists to get me to hurry up. What the f**k is this? I look at Devon, unsure of what's going on. But it seems, as is he, himself has no idea for why she would wish to get in my arms. He just shrugs, leaving me no other option but to pick her up in my arms. The feel of her skin is cool against my warm one, sending soft tingles up my arms, pooling inside my head and then traveling down through my spine and then finally landing in my pelvis. Stirring forbidden arousal in me. She hastily wraps herself around me, her long legs banding around my waist and her delicate arms clutching my neck as she hides herself in the crook of it. I'm confused, a lot by her action but I try to not dwell on the feel of her body against mine and the heavenly scent of her hair as I wrap my arms tightly around her waist to steady her before I fix my attention at my men. "Explanations in the Throne Room." I bark at Devon, giving a death glare to the guards, bringing them out of their surprised stares before I teleport me and the angel to my Throne Room. She still clings onto me as I sit down on my Throne. Her small hands grasp my robe as she supports herself to rise her head from my neck. I study her as her silvery gaze moves upon every inch of my face. Her eyes showing blatant adore and... affection? Taking in, my dark eyes, my nose, my jaw as it travels down my neck and chest, before snapping up to meet mine. I take the oppurtunity of her distraction to force into her head. Not that it was hard for me to get inside the first time. Her eyes widen as I go through the pages of her memory, her bloodline and her history. I find nothing, no memories until how she opened her eyes and found herself in hell. No history, no bloodline. Nothing! What I am able to find is; her age: nineteen. Her name: Anastasia and her behaviour: shy and timid. I frown as I finally release her mind, my eyes coming back to focus on hers. She doesn't say a word, just watches me with wide silver eyes. Irking me on my unawareness of her. Who is she? I look up to see Devon enter through the tall door. His stride confused and unsure as his eyes fall upon us. "Where did you find her?" I ask, although I know this already from her memories. I just want to test Devon. Just to be make sure it's not one of his games. "Eleven kilometres within the range of the Northern gate. She ran out of power while flying I think." He replies correctly. I nod, fixing my eyes back on her. "Why didn't you chain her?" Although the idea of the chains of Carcere around her delicate wrists was something that angered me. Why's that? I ask myself. "She was very calm... friendly when she gained consciousness. I couldn't stand to burn her with Carcere, it just didn't fit. So I chose to stay with her until you arrive... to make sure she doesn't run away." He says while he looks at her, in my lap. She looks back to meet her gaze when she feel his eyes upon herself, before quickly turning and hiding her face in my neck. Devon chuckles, amused by her attics, " She seems to have grown a liking for you? " He clicks his tongue, trying to annoy me. Funny how an angel like her feels safe in the arms of the King of Hell, huh? Shrugging, I smirk, holding her chin as to meet her eyes. She gazes at me, eyes wide as if in wonder. What's up with this girl? "What's your name?" This is the first time I addressed her directly since we've met. And she seems confused if I'm talking to her. The only reason I'm asking her what I know already is to not rise her suspicions. Not that she seems to have any. I nod, when she looks behind her to Devon before looking at me questinably and pointing at her chest. Her beautifully full chest. "Anastasia," Her voice is soft, melodic like all angels. But it seems way too lovely to me. "Anastasia, do you remember how you came here? " I notice a few specks of blue besides the golden in her silver eyes as I study them. She shakes her head in a sad manner before hiding her face in my neck again. Digging my face in her hair, I breathe deeply. Feeling sudden sympathy for my little Angel. Devon, who's watching our exchange curiously, suddenly specks in my head through the mindlink, "Don't let her fool you, Damien. For all we know, this can be a trick." Noted. But why's it so hard to believe this innocent little girl can take any part in the sick games played by the angels. I dismiss Devon through the mindlink before pulling her back, "Do you know my name, little one?" I ask, caressing the soft skin of her cheek to encourage her. Not to feel it under my fingers. That's what I say to myself. She moans, before leaning into my touch. The little sound almost cutting through my self restraint. "Damien," She mutters lowly, seductively. And I'm enveloped by the thought of her moaning my name while I plunge into her small body again and again. The thought is an arousing one. And my c**k agrees... "Say it again," I groan, trying to control my s****l attraction towards this creature. She licks her lip, unsure. And I find my thumb replacing her tongue shortly, tracing her small pink mouth. Her heart starts beating in frenzy. "Damien," She half whispers, half moans before puckering her lips and kissing my thumb. Something within me snaps... In seconds we're in my room and placing her on my bed as I kiss the soft skin of her neck over and over again. The scent of her arousal saturates into the air. My nostrils flare to catch it. So f*****g sweet. My fangs ache to sink into her, my demon wanting nothing but to mark her and make her mine forever. What is going on? But even my confusion can not stop the consistent ache of being inside her within me. Grasping the neck of her white robe. I pull it apart, tearing it in the middle to expose her beautiful flesh to my eyes. She isn't wearing any underwear, just like the angels. And I almost climax at the sight of her bare, hairless p***y. It's glistens with her juices, her swollen clit peeking shyly through her parted lips. Her eyes widen as I throw the fabric off her body, her gaze snaps down to look at herself. Laying naked upon my bed. "Why did you do that?" She groans, no emotion of shame or shyness present now. Just sad over the loss of the fabric. Interesting... "I'll get you more, kitten." I reply, as I sit down between her legs, wanting to taste her gorgeous wetness. My hands part her luscious thighs, exposing her pink folds to my eyes. Her small p***y pulses with need, I feel my c**k throb in my pants. Longing to be inside her suffocating hole. She leans up on her elbows, as she watches me with lust lidded eyes. I kiss her knee, licking her skin to get a taste of her. She takes clean and flowery, like roses. She moans, biting her lip when I kiss up her thigh and switch to the next. Her heart beats in frenzy, confusion over clouded by lust in her mind. "Damien," She moans, gripping my hair when I reach the apex of her thighs. "What is it, kitten?" I ask, purposely letting my breathe fan against her sweet smelling s*x. Wanting to madden her with lust just like she's maddening me. She squirms, adorably. "It aches," She whines, rolling her hips to find some friction buying hold her down in place. So innocent... "Where, little one? " I ask, this time unable to stop myself from licking a small bead of moisture that escapes out of her p***y and travels to her ass crack. The reaction it has on her is contagious. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed. "There Damien, right there!" Her eyes are closed as she innocently ask me to give her pleasure. I smirk, amused. "You have to show me, angel. Show daddy where it aches," I purr, manipulating her. "Here," She points at her s*x, rising it off the bed to give more emphasis. "Please, daddy!" Fuck! If that's not hotter than Carcere. I instantly attach my mouth to her s*x, lapping her sweet juices hungrily with my tongue. She screams under my tongue, writhing and squirming. Fuck! Her s*x is like a taste Heaven itself. Though I can never enter heaven,I'm sure being inside her might feel the same. The aromatic smell of her s*x combined with the sweet taste of her has me f*****g insane. I press my mouth deeper in her, holding her thighs so she can't move her legs. I plunge my tongue inside her folds, elongating it to reach deeper when I feel her walls clamp around my tongue. I can only imagine how they'd feel clamping around my c**k. Groaning, I wiggle my tongue inside her. Hitting the soft bump within her inner walls again and again as she screams. "Yes, daddy please!" Doubling my efforts after hearing her soft plea. My mouth devours her, thoroughly eating her until tremors take over her body and she comes apart with a cry. "Oh, Damien!" Her sweet nectar oozes out of her and I hungrily lap it into my mouth. Sucking her deeply until I've licked her clean, I release her with a pop. Her body shakes under me as I climb up her delicate frame, taking care that I don't crush her. I kiss her closed eyes, nuzzling her cheek, wishing to see her silver eyes again. She finally opens her eyes up to me once her breathing has calmed. My eyes widen when I see the colour of them. Her irises have changed, the silver in her eyes now a midnight blue as the little specks of white, golden and light blue serve as stars in her eyes. Her eyes are the sky. The cloudless sky during the night. In fifty centuries, I've almost forgotten how beautiful and unique the Angel anatomy is. They're truly wonderful creatures... I feel myself slipping into the depths of them. Losing myself in the craving of this creature. Suddenly, I'm thrown off of her and the bed. I fall unceremoniously to the floor, my mind registering the danger in surprise. She's on top of me in no time, her forearm holding me down as if she can overpower. "Who are you, demon? And where am I? " She snarls, her hair glowing behind her. "And why in God's name am I not wearing any clothes?" She notes as she looks down at herself. I frown. My mind reaching out to hers, just to be pushed away by her impenetrable barrier. She feels like a different person now, completely flipped. What the f**k? My temper rises, registering it was a trick after all, "Anastasia, what are you doing?" I manage to mutter calmly, masking my rage. She looks at me incredulously, as if I've done some kind of blasphemy. "It's Princess or your highness to you, demon." The rage within her eyes is cute. She doesn't know I'm the Demon King. But Anastasia knew, she even knew my name. What happened to the timid little Angel that wanted me? She presses her elbow in my chest, when i try tosit up. I roll my eyes. So she thicks she can subdue me? Well, time to show her who the boss is. I gather all my rage in my eyes, intimidating her with blood red irises before I throw her off me. Catching her midair, before her back makes contact with the wall. And she gets hurt. How thoughtful... My Demon sneers. I push her up against the wall before pinning her hands above her head and taking hold of her neck. All within a nano second... She looks around, frantically. Unable to catch the speed at which I've moved, before her eyes widen, coming up to meet mine when she finally registers our position. "How dare you disrespect the King of Hell within the boundaries of Hell, much less inside his own castle, Angel?" I sneer in her face, my breathe fanning against her cheek. Her eyes widen further , in fear. Yes baby, suck it up. "Damien?" Her brows knit together before she growls at me, seemingly after catching a thought. So she does know my name. "Why am I here? What do you want?" She struggle against me, trying to free herself. I must say for a little Angel, she has a lot of strength. But nothing as compared to mine. I smirk, tightening my hold on her neck, cutting off her air supply. "I didn't bring you here, kitten." I whisper, tracing her cheek with my nose. She immediately stops struggling, her breathe hitching within her throat. Even her scent as changed from Roses to Vanilla. I breathe deeply against her skin, making her shiver. I smirk," Then, how did I get here?" She asks, her voice breathy as the scent of her arousal coats the air. So responsive... Pressing my leather clad leg between her thighs, I rub her s*x agonisingly slow. "That's for you to tell me, little one. You stepped foot in my land, without permission. Thereby, breaking a fifty centuries old treaty." I whisper in her ear, catching her earlobe between my lips and sucking it. "You understand how dangerous it is right? " I ask as I release her earlobe with a pop. Her response is immediate, the scent of her arousal gets stronger in the air as she presses her core harder on me. "I did no such thing," She does a futile struggle against me. Her voice deep and breathy. I kiss her neck, feeling her pulse hammer under my lips. "Don't touch me!" She tries to sound stronger, failing horribly. I move my hand from around her neck to her hip, slowly grinding her bare p***y against my thigh. She makes a mewling sound and my prick jumps in anticipation. Fuck! My c**k wants her. I press my c**k against her belly to make her feel my hardness. She gasps, wide eyes snapping up to mine. "Please, let me go." She begs, twisting her wrists in my grip as she finally realise how much power I have over her. "No can do, darling." I give her a sinister smirk. Sucking her skin, leaving my marks on her beautiful pale skin. "What do you want?" She shouts at me, her arousal intensifying further as I grind her. "You." **********

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