Chapter 42
Oziel
The kingdom is far busier than it has been in a while, mainly because there are more demons walking amongst us now.
Since the night Isabelle restored the River Hel back to its former glory, we’ve been diligently working on curing all the cursed.
The task is slightly more challenging than we anticipated because the curse can only be cured in two ways.
Either they are completely submerged into the river, or someone with strong feelings for the cursed frees them with only a vial of river water, something we discovered by sheer accident.
Now, all of our people are cured.
We haven’t had a single demon succumb to the curse since that night.
Nephilim still wander outside our borders, but they are no longer an immediate threat with the restoration of our magic—thanks to my beautiful wife.
Our people recognize this because Isabelle gets stopped a lot by demons now, all wanting to get into her good graces.
I know we simply won the battle and that a war still brews, but for now, I can breathe a little easier. Rest and prepare for the future. The future that will have my wife next to me. Whatever war we face, it’ll be together. The kingdom feels safer with Isabelle by my side.
In the meantime, I have not given up on persuading the other kings of the merit in their wives attempting to communicate with the Nephilim.
I understand their hesitancy—I’m not keen on risking Isabelle’s safety, but she also agrees it’s a risk she’s willing to take to learn more about our enemies.
Any information can help us win, and seeing as the last great war nearly wiped out Mescos entirely, we need all the leverage.
Isabelle is currently getting ready for her evening dinner with Erin.
The two women have seen each other twice since the night in my study and are quickly becoming friends.
Tonight, Isabelle is hosting a dinner—which she’s reminded me I’m not invited to nearly every night since she planned it—and has arranged for a three-course meal our kitchen staff is currently preparing.
I’m allowed to eat the food…just not with them.
Luckily, I won’t be forced to idly chat with Allarick, because he won’t be joining Erin tonight.
How the woman convinced her husband to attend without him is beyond me.
I suppose she possesses a power I never will.
However, in return, she’s agreed to bring Delmare, and I’ve agreed to not kill or torture him for my amusement.
Progress all around.
My head bowed, busy at my desk with correspondence with the fae kings, I nearly miss the soft tap of the door hitting the wall, followed by footfalls.
I look up just in time to see Isabelle enter, wearing only a satin robe and a mischievous smile on her face.
Seeing her creamy skin on display awakens something carnal deep within me.
“You’re supposed to be getting ready, Kitten. Or have you forgotten you banished me to my study until your friend leaves?” I raise a brow.
Isabelle moves closer, her hips swinging seductively with each step. “I didn’t banish you. I simply threatened no sex if you interrupted my girl time.”
“Yes, quite the torturous queen you are. More wicked than even me,” I tease, an easy smile on my lips.
Isabelle only laughs, like she finds my suffering amusing. In truth, she probably does, and she takes some sweet satisfaction in my pain. “Well, I may have been a tad overbearing these last few days.”
“Haven’t noticed,” I say, which earns me a glare.
“But I’m not completely wicked. I’ve come to make it up to you before dinner,” she says, catching my attention.
“Is that so? Tell me, Kitten, what prize do I get for being a good boy?” I watch the way her cheeks flush at my words. For a seductive temptress, she certainly blushes easily, and I take great pleasure in that fact.
Isabelle reaches for the tie around her waist, tugging on one end until it falls loose, opening her robe.
I suck in a deep breath upon seeing my wife’s naked body.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see her, I’ll never get accustomed to her beauty.
If this is my prize, I will gladly take my banishment.
My wife moves to my desk, pushing all the stacks of paper and books off, sending them crashing to the ground.
She lets the robe slip down her body before crawling on top of my desk, slowly making her way toward me.
My cock painfully hardens in the confines of my pants.
It's a good pain. One I welcome, since I can usually put it to good use… multiple times.
“I thought I’d let you have dessert before dinner.
You know, since you’ve been such a good husband.
And I did save your ass, so this is also a treat for me.
” She grins wickedly. My little Kitten has found her claws.
She reminds me daily how she’s saved my ass, but it doesn’t bother me.
She deserves the praise, and I’m happy to show her my gratitude.
“I definitely deserve my dessert now,” I say as she comes to sit at the edge of my desk, her legs fanning out to straddle my thighs. She places her feet on each armrest. She’s completely exposed to me, her pretty pink pussy glistening with her arousal.
“Eat,” she commands, grabbing both of my horns and pulling me down between her legs. Her spicy scent has me groaning, and the first lick of my tongue across her seam has her arching her back, pressing herself harder against me. If her plan is to suffocate me, I might just let her.
“Oziel,” she moans my name, the lustful sound going straight to my cock. With one hand, I use my pointer finger and middle finger to part her, kissing her sweet pussy. She’s receptive to my touch—I love that about her. She isn’t shy when it comes to her pleasure, and she shouldn’t be.
“Tonight, I’m riding your cock in the showers,” she says breathlessly as I tease her clit. Her body jolts forward, riding my face with wild abandon. My free hand snakes to the ties on the front of my pants, loosening them enough for my cock to spring free.
I wrap my hand around my shaft, squeezing it, though it pales in comparison to how her pussy feels around me.
With slow, deliberate pumps, I work my hand up and down my shaft, adding pressure with each pass.
She continues to hold on to my horns, a sensitive body part for demons, stroking them the same way I stroke my own cock, driving me fucking crazy.
At this rate, I’m not going to last. One would think it’s been ages since I’ve fucked my wife, even though I buried myself deep inside her sweet heat the moment we woke up this morning.
My hunger for her will never be quenched, only burning brighter with time.
I’ve seen couples fizzle out until their passion extinguishes, but that’s never going to happen to Isabelle and me—I simply won’t allow it.
Isabelle pushes my head down again, and I take her clit into my mouth, earning a scream from her as she rides my face, chasing her pleasure. “Don’t fucking stop,” she hisses, as if I’m capable of denying her pleasure. I’ve tried it once, and I think I hated it more than her.
My fist pumps faster on my cock, wanting to find my own release alongside her.
I continue to lap, tease, and suck at the bundle of nerves until her legs tense, and her thighs squeeze around my head in a punishing grip.
She comes beautifully, and I follow close behind, coming into my hand like a fucking teenage demon.
Doesn’t matter. I’ll finish in her tonight.
I lap at her release until Isabelle giggles and pushes me away, complaining about being late. “If you were worried about being late, you wouldn't have come in here offering me dessert, Kitten.”
She only rolls her eyes, something I’ve come to love about her.
It is more a sign of affection than anything.
Isabelle pushes herself up, still panting and flushed from her orgasm.
She looks freshly fucked, and if I had more time, I’d make sure to give her more.
But I won’t keep her from her evening with Erin.
She leans down, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. The taste of herself lingers on my tongue as she moans softly into my mouth. A sly smirk plays on her lips as she hums, “Insatiable demon.”
That’s exactly what I am, and I’ll not deny it. But she’s no better than I am.
“Enjoy your dinner, Wife. Come find me in our room when you’re done.” I watch as she slides off my desk and leans down to grab her robe. She ties it hastily around herself, covering up all my favorite parts.
“I’ll always find you, Demon King.” Of that, I have no doubt. Isabelle blows a kiss at me. “I love you, Oziel.”
We’ve probably said those words a hundred times since the night she broke my curse, but each time feels like the first time. I now understand the love my parents had. The love they died for. If it ever came to it, I would lay down my life for Isabelle, no questions asked.
“I love you too. Now go, before I drag you back here and sit you on my cock.” Not much of a threat, but it works. She giggles, and I watch as she leaves my study.
The world is far from perfect. But for this one moment, it certainly seems that way.