V3 Chapter 1

Snap.

The blonde woman yelped, squirming helplessly against her harness as the crop fell. Tears were already gleaming in her eyes, and her round ass was striped red. Her Master possesses quite a heavy hand.

Because her natural skin color was dyed yellow due to her race, the red stripes on her round ass were extremely conspicuous.

“I told you to stand straight,” an icy cold voice rang out behind her.

The woman could almost hear the smile on the man’s lips.

“Yes, Master,” she said quickly, straightening and bowing her head.

As usual, the word ‘Master’ burned on her tongue. Shame and desire were fighting a fierce battle inside her—a lifetime of trying to be the best of everything made it so hard to give up, be a slave to this mad man. But she didn’t have a choice.

The butter-soft leather tip of the crop traced the lush curve of her ass, bringing a flush to her cheeks. She shivered. Her nipples were standing erect in the cool air of the room.

“I suppose I won’t drink from you today,” the man’s voice had turned black with pleasure, “there are limits even to your strong body, Gratonia and I drank too deep this past week.”

The crop trailed over her hip, fluttered over her belly as delicate and unnerving as a moth’s swing. It took all her strength not to twitch as the man torturing her from behind circled her to stand in front.

Finally, she saw him clearly. The handsome and dashing prince in front of her. Possessing long red hair, he was tall, easily tapping out at maybe seven to eight-foot with an oversized pair of horns protruding from his forehead, and curving backward, like that of a bull. The redshirt he was wearing almost looks like it is painted over his sculpted body, every inch of his muscular form rippling through the thin material.

First Prince of the Demon Empire.

That’s right, the man in front of her was none other than; Lucifalion Vorn Stormfury.

He towers over her, his thick and rippled muscles blocking out what little light there is. His commanding body shrinking her state into almost nothing and his dangerous red eyes sent a penetrative gaze on him, and she felt another trickle of arousal escapes from between her legs, rolling its way down her thighs, and joining the growing puddle between her legs. His eyes roved over her exposed body, taking in pert breasts, the golden tangle of hair, and the gleaming red collar tired around her throat.

“But oh how I want your blood, Gratonia. You’ll have to try doubly hard to please me—I think I’m in the mood to beat you tonight, that’s what you want, isn’t it?” then, to seemingly make his point, the crop cracked hard over her breast. That soft leather snapped cruelly over her nipple, feeling as sharp as wire, and a scream tore from her lungs.

She glanced back. In fact, she and Prince Lucifalion were not the only people in the room. There was also her husband; the Marquis of the Demon Empire; Danton Kerochichilo, watching at them with a smile while drinking wine.

“I’m glad that you are liking my Wife, Your Highness,”

Danton said with a laugh.

“Of course, she’s a great woman—you’re quite lucky to have her, Danton,” Lucifalion grinned. “Isn’t it, Gratonia?” his hungry gaze focused on her the whole time, almost physical in its intensity.

“Y…yes, Master,” even to her own ears, her voice sounded thin and afraid. How humiliating, she a born noble and wife of a Marquis have now been reduced to a mere slave. Even her husband, which she had loved had now betrayed her and gave her to the first prince as some sort of gift to gain his trust.

She stared at the floor like a proper slave, bowing her head. Yet, something about the way the first prince had treated her made heat course through her treacherous cunt, leaking dampness down her thighs. She was…enjoying this! She found with great surprise. She doesn’t know what had come onto her, this is not her. As a proper born noble, even in this Demon Empire, she doesn’t get into situations like this. She would never act similar to those whores of a succubus, who possess no shame and pride, and would open their legs wide to any man.

But despite what she was thinking, her body wants one thing, and one thing only. She bit her lips in frustration as well as desire. Her body gravitating towards him, and her mind at the mercy of her womanly desires, her arousal, and her pussy. It’s her wild emotions now that are doing, and invading her consciousness, acting in tandem with her arousal.

Of course, she doesn’t believe that she was a wanton woman.

Her life with her husband the Marquis used to be pretty fantastic. And that she possesses quite a young, hot body which he just couldn’t get enough of. However, these past few months, that had changed. Their copulation started to decrease in number, and that she was starting to notice a different smell on him—the smell of another woman. And she was devastated. She was always confident of her body, and that she was certain she could satisfy him, doing whatever he wanted.

But now it’s different.

Still, she tried to endure.

She really does love Danton. And in spite of the distance between them lately, she knows he loves her as well. She does her best to keep up with her sexual appetites—but it seems like it just truly not enough.

Now, to her shock, she was gifted by him to the First Prince as if she was nothing but a tool or an object. And although she wanted to rage about it, she was fearful of what would happen. Denying a prince, especially Prince Lucifalion would surely make her head roll. On the first night, she was secretly crying, grieving her pitiful life. But now, she started to find herself wanting more.

So despite what she had done, she can’t really feel guilty about this affair, because she found out that the first prince is the only one who can give her what she needed. To be owned! To be played with!

“Come suck me.”

Oh, how she wanted to. Without hesitation, she knelt and crawled to him, until his rigid cock pressed against her pink lips. Salty pre-cum already glistened at the tip. She lapped at it eagerly like a wanton woman, staring up at him to see whether it pleased him. it definitely seemed to—the Demon prince’s head was tilted back, he groaned low in his throat. His cock almost seared her tongue.

“Good girl. Deep now,” the demon Prince’s hand closed over the back of her head and he forced her down hard onto his cock.

She squeaked in surprise, her tongue curling around the shaft, stroking the tender point just under the head. The too hot, too-thick rod rammed against the back of her throat until she almost gagged. Soon he was fucking her mouth hard, growling like an animal with each stroke.

His cock was so big that sometimes she couldn’t stop herself from pulling away, gagging. When she did there was the whistle of the crop and the bright blossom of pain across her back or her ass, until soon she tried as she could take him deep in her throat.

Gratonia had become desperate to please her new Master over the last few days, he had owned her. After she’d been broken he’d taught her that kneeling was her natural position, and it did feel so natural to try to serve him, to worship him like the Great Prince he was. It was a slave's place to have her holes filled by her Master. The threat of whipping was just that little extra incentive.

“How about you, Priscilla, why don’t you come and serve me as well?”

Lucifalion opened his red eyes and turned towards the last person that could be seen standing behind the couch that Danton was sitting on. There, a single beautiful woman wearing a maid uniform was standing with an icy cold expression.

“I apologize for your highness, but I am not your whore.”

“How dare you talk like that to his Highness!!”

Danton raged while pointing angrily at the woman.

“Your Highness, allow me to educate her! I will surely make her kneel in front of you, like the slut she is!”

However, the beautiful woman in servant clothing was not the least bit undaunted. She stood her ground, without any change of her expression.

“Maurda, Danton.”

Surprisingly, Lucifalion only scoffed and stop Danton.

“She still has her uses…and besides, to the respect of her father who had followed me, and died for my cause, she shall not be treated as such, but with respect she deserves,”

The beautiful woman in servant clothing gnashed her teeth.

“I will give myself to you, your highness. However, only if you give me the Second Prince’s head. If you can do that, then I shall give you my body and offer it, letting you do whatever you wanted.”

The beautiful woman’s expression distorted in great horrifying hatred and revenge. If Cian was here and saw her, he would surely immediately recognize her, as she was none other than Priscilla Habarati, a fallen noble girl, and the eldest daughter of Duke Rabilla Habarati who the second Demon Prince had killed. All this time, she had endured all humiliation and restrained her hatred, all for the sake of revenge.

When the First Prince; Lucifalion had returned to the Demon Capital, she immediately made her way and asked the First Prince’ help. She then told him everything she knows, especially the sudden transformation of the Second Prince, and how he had killed her father, took everything they had owned and made them servants of him.

Lucifalion immediately took her and didn’t even doubt her the least bit. After all, her father was a very loyal and devoted supporter of him. And besides, Cian killing her father in cold blood is surely a good reason for such thick, hatred.

Now she had become Lucifalion’s personal blade.

“Aaah, the eyes of revenge and hatred, always such fascinating things,” Lucifalion muttered his voice raw with lust. “Don’t you think, Gratonia?” his cock throbbed heavily in her mouth as she plunged down over it. the rock hard shaft tugged deliciously at her damp lips.

“Hmmm,” she said around his cock.

Being used like this, especially in front of her husband watching, made her flush red with embarrassment and shame, but as her thighs slid over each other she could feel them becoming sticky with her liquid arousal. His scent rushed headily through her nostrils as her nose bumped against him—clean, male musk. She couldn’t help imagining the moment when this thick and delicious cock plunged into his cunt, invading and ravaging her until her mind goes bank.

Lucifalion looked down to see her eyes eagerly fixed on him, and he moaned, tugging hard at her hair. He groaned wildly, thrusting harder and faster until she was gagging as he pounded into her mouth, and then his cock pulsed in her wet mouth, spurting a hot dash of cum against the back of her throat. Lucifalion grunted as he came, holding her head tight as she instinctively tried to pull away.

Gratonia flinched in surprise, letting out a muffled mewl around his shaft. She trembled as it filled her mouth in hard spurts. He only closed his eyes, snarling as he drove hard into her, drowning her in the flood of his cum. Her body shook as he forced his cock had down her throat, her glistening with un-spilled tears. His cum pooled salty and boiling in the bottom of her mouth. She could hardly breathe around the painful width of his cock.

Then, suddenly Lucifalion yanked her head back so suddenly that she gasped for air, trickles of hot cum escaping her lips. The throbbing head of his cock smacked against her mouth. He sprayed the last of his seed across her face. Gratonia could only whine helplessly as it dashed hot across her violated lips. Luminous droplets clung to her eyelashes when she reflexively closed her eyes.

“Mmm, I’ll never get tired of fucking your mouth,” Lucifalion rasped, tugging on her hair so that his still-hard cock rubbed over her face.

“Th, thank you Master,” Gratonia muttered softly, as Lucifalion’s hot shaft pressed against her cheek, smearing a streak of cum over it.

A pathetic delight at having satisfied him welled up in her, even as she shook, gulping air. If Lucifalion hadn’t held her hair she would have sagged back, exhausted. The sharp pain in her scalp kept her trembling on her knees with his cock pressed against her beautiful face. Her hands flinched uselessly at the cuffs that bound them by her sides.

“That’s a good slave.” Lucifalion’s rigid cock crushed humiliatingly against her lips.

Gratonia reflexively opened her mouth, licking. She knew what she was meant to do. Lucifalion groaned as she cleaned his shaft with her tongue, swallowing down his still-hot cum. It burned like hot soup as she swallowed—far warmer than even her husband’s seed could have been.

Priscilla looked at the scene before her and couldn’t help but snorted. What a disgusting whore! She sneered as she looks at Gratonia affectionately lick and suck the Demon Prince’s member with an entranced expression. While, Danton seemed amused, entertained by what he saw, even though it was his wife.

Priscilla felt the Marquis was a stupid and disgusting pig.

… …

The passing days of lately had been a constant bliss. Harley hummed to herself as she danced around the kitchen, preparing Cians favorite dish—Four-armed Demonic Bear’s Blood Stew. Ever since Cian’s arrival, the village had developed in an incredible and miraculous way. Everything seemed to have turned into a dream, smiles, and laughter spread through the originally dying village.

The threat of death had had all but disappeared, replaced by hope to continue living.

And all of this was brought by him alone.

A smile curved her lips when she remembered waking up in his arms that morning.

“Good Morning, Harley,”

Suddenly a shadow appeared behind her. And before she could react, Cian had leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips, running his hand along her body in a light caress.

Harley moaned in delight, returning his greeting.

“Good Morning, Master.”

She had taken a great liking in calling Cian her Master, apparently.

“How is your sleep?”

He chuckled showing off nearly perfect white teeth. He ran his hands over her voluptuous body, enjoying the softness of her skin, with just the right amount of elasticity due to muscles. Then, his touch wandered up across the exquisite pillow of her slightly curved belly, towards the proud breasts…each the size of a melon-fruit, enticing and haughty somehow in the way they stood out. the areolae were a light brown in color, lighter than the color of her fur. He slid his finger around her right nipple, slowly, teasingly, and felt her shudder.

“It’s good, but I think I can make it even better,” his words brought a smile to Harley’s face.

Cian had the ability to make her feel as giddy as a maiden in love with his smooth words. She touched his face, running her fingers over smooth, fair cheeks. Harley adored his warm, light but with strange and different colors of eyes, that looked like a pair of expensive jewels staring at her. His fair, beautiful skin that could make any woman envious, kissable lips and a smile that made her heart melt and her body tingle with need.

She was taller than him but not so much that she dwarfed him. He's tall enough, for his eyes enough to stare at the pair of pudding Mountains standing proudly in her chest. Then, his hands grasped her shoulders and pulled her down until she faces him, the lights reflecting in his eyes, his mouth finding hers.

He was through with talking. Words weren’t necessary. They’d used enough words, she, most of all. Obediently, as if bewitched, Harley opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over his lips, those beautifully shaped lips she couldn’t help watching every moment he stood in front of her.

Cian groaned. He opened his mouth and he started savoring her taste, his arms tightening until there wasn’t a gap between them anywhere. He was warm and smooth, his torso firm beneath her greedy touch. Her late husband hadn’t liked for her to touch him. He preferred her to lie still and passive like a proper wife while he drew up her clothes and took his pleasure. But now, it was different. Cian gives her pleasure more than he could ever do.

Besides, she hadn’t particularly wanted to touch that asshole, whereas she couldn’t seem to stop touching Cian. Was her desire to be conquered so powerful then? Or was it that Cian's allure that was powerful?

“Stop thinking,”

Cian growled, nipping at her earlobe. He began unbuttoning her dress without turning her around to see what he was doing, managing to push the buttons through their loops entirely by touch.

“How do you know I am?”

Harley tried to be flirtatious, but she’d never been particularly good at it.

“I can hear the gears turning.” He grinned at her as he tapped a finger against her temple. Well, actually whatever she was thinking was all laid bare in front of him. Nothing can be hidden from him. He can read them like an open book.

“In here. Stop it. No thinking allowed. Only feeling.”

Somehow between the teasing and the tapping and the grinning he had managed to unbutton her dress all the way to her waist and now he drew it from her shoulders, leaning down to kiss her there. This time, his actions earned a deep moan from her.

Cian smirked as he watched the expressions of pleasure playing on his woman's face. In his eyes, she became even more beautiful and sexier with every sensual gasp and moan escaping from her luscious lips. He felt smug that he was the one who was making her like this and seeing all these erotic expressions on her face.

There was nobody else, no man alive, allowed to see her in this state.

Only him.

Cian felt the nipple grow taut, extending. He then slowly rolled it between two fingers, and she shuddered again and moaned. Harley giggled and arched her back, thrusting her breasts more firmly into his hands. Her nipples were already peaked, and they dragged deliciously against his palms. She felt his hand and groaned, feeling pained at the same time, pleasure from the milk-swollen breasts being squeezed.

Ever since she had started this passionate relationship with Cian, she had felt that her breasts had become even more sensitive—any slight touch by him got her blazing hot in an instant. Cian flicked his thumbs over her nipples, releasing a bit of milk. The milk beaded on its tips, made Cian even more aroused—it was damn sexy!

Despite not being pregnant yet, Harley could produce breast milk, which really made Cian even more pleased in their sexy love-making. Ever since he had come into this village, Cian had always drunk from her milk, which was very delicious—directly or indirectly. And of course, Harley loved making him drink her milk. Much more than making her children drink it.

With a grin, Cian leaned and took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling like an infant. He ran his tongue across her milk-drooling nipple, catching the delicious milk and making her gasp. That one touch opened the floodgates inside her and she pulled his mouth tight against her. his eyes close in ecstasy as her flow increased, flooding his mouth. His tongue danced around her stiff nipple, washing in the streams of milk.

Harley’s back arched in pleasure as he began chewing on her gently. And her legs trembled in an involuntary motion, her eyes going wide. This somewhat excited him, and he pinched one nipple while continuing to suck on the other, then nibbling…the slightly tangy, but delicious taste of milk teased his tongue, and there was something else, a scent in his nostrils, musky and primal, and pungent. Had she become aroused that quickly?

Cian smiled, and sliding his hand down from her nipple, down over the soft belly, he guided it over the soft curls between her thighs, felt sticky dampness, then softness as his fingers slid over the lips of her sex. She moaned again, uttering his name with lovely shivering of passion. Encouraged, even more, Cian slid a finger inside, slowly. Despite her massive figure, the tightness of the spongy passage was amazing as always, conforming to his finger as he slowly slid it deeper.

He had heard of women who maintained a natural tightness sometimes exceeding that of virgins and was retained with experience. But this was new to him and incredible. After all, Harley has always been at a large size compared to normal women he had and loved. But still, her tightness was amazing. His finger fully nested, Cian used his thumb to slowly rub her clitoris, hidden under the pink flap of her prominent clitoral hood. She gasped and let out a series of rhythmic moans as he continued to fondle her there…all the while her taut nipples still in his mouth, bitten, licked, sucked.

“Ma, master…”

She moaned, and Cian felt the urgent need to have her now.

Their eyes locked and he nudged her legs apart with his knee. His phallus stood before him, hard and angry and red…dripping with lust, burning with need, his heavy, dangling seed-sacs full and tight with the essence of lust which she had elicited. He saw her womanhood glistening in the moonlight with her sticky flowings, and aimed for that vulnerable target…

“…aaah,”

Harley let out a low, deep groan, part please and part pain when Cian slowly slid his cock into her wet, ready channel. Even though she knew from experience how large his cock truly was, it still was a surprise at how much it stretched her pussy out whenever it was inside her.

“Oh, Master,” she sighed as he began to move inside of her with slow, sensual strokes.

Damn! All those muscles inside her felt incredibly great! Cian kissed her neck, whispering words of love. Harley clung tightly to him.

“I love you so much, Master,” she whispered, becoming lost in her desire for him.

Nothing else existed except she and Cian, and nothing felt more right than being in the arms of the man that had taught him how to love and live in this twisted world. Then, suddenly he pulled out, causing her to feel a sudden emptiness.

Harley was about to say something but she was suddenly turned around by him, “Place your hands on the counter, Love,” he ordered and she obeyed. Her butt was up high, a habit she had made. “Do not lift them,”

“Yes, Master—aaaahh!!”

Harley yelped in surprise more than pain as she felt a sudden, hard spank against her ass. It stung, but not terribly so, though she could almost trace his palm-print on her butt from the sudden heat.

Harley inhaled deeply; still, she didn’t say anything and her face turned bright red. She held her breath, waiting, while spreading her legs open for him, and then the air rushed back out as his fingertips stroke gently along the outline of her pussy lips. His hard cock throbbed against her ass and she let out a soft groan. She tilted her head to the side as kisses played on her neck. Cian’s mouth slid to her ear as he continued to tease touches on the slit of her pussy.

“You like that don’t you,” he whispered.

Harley felt his digits slid onto her already drooling, wet pussy. Then, he brushes the lips of her cunt, teases its slit. She trembled. She gulped and her voice was shaky as she replied. “Yes.” She feels delicate and yielding, like a flower in a stiff, summer breeze, its petals rising the tear of the wind to find the sun’s rays.

The soft laugh in her ear made her shudder and she rocked her head back as more hot kisses played on her sensitive skin.

“You really are my love slave, aren’t you, Harley?”

Cian looked at Harley’s submission in satisfaction. He wasn’t fond of BDSM play, but it’s not like he didn’t know anything about it. Still, he didn’t find it as pleasing and incredible before like the ones he was feeling now. Cian had good subs in the past; from the previous world, or in this world, and Ruka, and his beloved Sister Oriel as an example. They are good subs, but because of his love for them, he just can’t go all out and bring out the hidden Dom within him.

But now, looking at Harley in front of him, his Dom-personality seemed to have been ignited.

The image of her, kneeling in front of him, waiting for whatever he had in store for her, made him almost lose control. He couldn’t wait to see his spunk dripping off the usually prideful and strong giant-like amazon bear woman’s face. He would have to make sure he shot his load over her lips so he could watch that delicate tongue of hers dart out and sample his essence. Just thinking about it made him almost come.

The need to dominate Harley had started the day she’d ask for him to punish her, to spank her bottom, to treat her rougher, as if she was a mere lowly slave. All to show her allegiance, her faith, and her loyalty over to him. At that moment, his usually sleeping Dom personality had been awoken. She was a perfect sub. He’d pushed her to limits he hadn’t known was possible every night they make love. His body had never felt so alive.

Oh, how his dick had burned to be inside her, to feel the squeezing of her muscle-laded pussy walls, as if trying to squeeze whatever get got on his balls.

Looking at this big, fierce woman kneeling in front of her, all to his mercy was exhilarating!

Cian had finally found a new level of power and control. He remembered how Harley screamed with pure bliss when he’d use his bullwhip on her smooth back. With every plea she’d made for him to stop, he’d whipped her harder until beads of blood glistened like rubies against her brown, dirt-like skin. Still, she liked it and even asked for more despite her words.

“Don’t you like this, my dear Harley?”

He drew his hand back and smacked her hard on her ass again. The first one was hard enough, but the second one was even harder and on directly the same spot. Harley gasped from pain after the second one.

“Do you love being my love slave, Harley?”

She felt his hand run down the mounds of her ass. It was a tingling pleasure, a soft hand where there had been pain before. His hand ran pleasantly over her backside, and as he pulled it away, Harley suddenly felt warm in a way she only felt when he was making love with her.

And she wanted more of that feeling from him.