The private dining hall of the Demon Kingdom was a mausoleum of opulent dread. Its walls were faced with slabs of obsidian-polished wood, swallowing the light that spilled from massive chandeliers crafted from flickering emerald flame.
At the center of this gloom lay the dining table, a single, vast slab of ebony that seemed to stretch into the distance. It was here that the Royal Family of this shadowed domain sat, engaged in the unconventional practice of dinner for their new guest.
Daniela's dark green hair was swept to one side of her face in soft curls. She wore a black gown that was tight to her form and touched the ground, featuring a high neck collar sleevless—simple yet beautiful, the dark tone a heavy contrast against her pale skin.
King Michael, clad in dark, silken finery, presided at the head. His presence was a palpable weight, his face a chiseled mask of authority. His eyes, twin pools of unyielding black, watched his family with paternal detachment. Daniela hadn't thoroughly dissected King Michael's personality. She had enough experience with Dahlia to understand how to properly interact with her, but Michael was a different beast. He was quiet to the point of being forgotten. Knowing he wasn't Jasper's birth father left him feeling like a King, but not someone she needed to cultivate any close familiar relationship with. She could only see him as a sovereign.
To his right, Queen Dahlia was a striking contrast: her fierce red hair a cascade of color against her pale skin, secured by the heavy, menacing crown of black onyx crystals. She ate with an unsettling grace, her brown eyes alert and calculating.
"How is the food?" King Michael asked Daniela. As demons, they ate only for the practice and the simple routine, especially since most of their "playthings" were humans who required a significant amount of nutrients. The true sustenance, however, was currently arranged in the center of their table.
Two women, their eyes concealed by blindfolds, were connected at their most intimate regions. Their bodies rubbed against each other in quick, rhythmic motions, their cunts slick with their eachothers arousal as they chased their own desires. Meanwhile, two men, with symbols drawn onto their skin in what looked to be some sort of black ink, had their dicks shoved deep in the women's throats.
One man held his woman's head firmly, his cock ramming down her throat over and over and over again. The other let his female partner lick up his shaft, her drool dripping down her chin and chest. Unlike the women, the men were not blindfolded; their black eyes were wide and greedy.
Daniela popped a potato in her mouth as the sounds of visceral groans filled the ornate dining room. Jasper sat just across from her. She could just make out his form, having to look only over the heaving breasts of one of the women who seemed crazed by lust.
"The food is quite to my taste. Thank you for asking, your Majesty." Daniela's smile was a fixed feature on her face since the moment she entered the dining hall.
The servants around the hall were not shy in their own machinations. Maids and butlers, meant to provide ease to the meal, were not shy about chasing their own pleasures as they stood along the walls. Most of them sported the exact same solid black eyes as King Michael, foregoing any false pretense of visible whites to show their true demon selves.
A butler slapped a human maid, then viciously tore open the front of her shirt, his fangs biting into the swell of her breast before he slapped her round mounds. Her tan skin easily flushed red with each harsh strike.
Daniela couldn't help the way her eyes roamed around the room. Everywhere she looked, something debaucherous was happening.
A demon woman was stepping on a human butler's flaccid member with the point of her heel. The butler groaned in agony as she applied more and more pressure, only for another female demon to sit on his face, her thick thighs drowning out his groans of agony as his tongue lapped desperately at her entrance. The smell of sex coated the air like its own perfume—a desperate scent that couldn't be ignored or overlooked.
Daniela raised a brow and looked to Jasper. Even though the woman before her had a nipple shadowing a portion of her view, she gave him a wordless look that asked, What the fuck? He had given her no heads-up before they had entered this dining hall turned orgy.
"I assume, my mischievous son, did not tell you what dinner looks like at a demon's table." Dahlia said, as if Jasper had merely forgotten to tell her they only ate white rice in this house versus the traditional brown rice.
"Choke me!" The cries of pleasure could not be unraveled from the dignified dinner. It was a bizarre mix of dualities.
Pussy juice was inches away from her plate, and if one of the two men who were getting their cocks sucked turned a little to the right, she would be close enough to partake in the festivities.
"This is an appetizer!" King Michael said, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. His words dripped with a knowledge she didn't yet understand as his eyes took in Daniela's curves. He could imagine her on his own dinner table, drunk off the aphrodisiac, begging to be mastered.
"Spit in my mouth!"
Lifting her own glass of wine, Dahlia beckoned for one of the servants to come and fill her glass with more. A demon butler, who was still impaled on his pleasure, quickly filled Dahlia's glass before returning to all fours, feeling the firm, satisfying pressure against his hole.
"It is best to acclimate yourself now. The Demon Kingdom is much more liberal than others." Dahlia spoke mildly. She had been horrified when she had married her King. She had expected romance and poetry of some sort. In lieu of that fantasy, she had been exposed to a world of carnal, gritty desire. Considering that she never got the King she intended nor the life she had expected, it had been a hard pill to swallow.
Daniela, however, seemed far more suited for this lifestyle. She hadn't even flinched when she walked into the room. It was admirable. Most young ladies were inexperienced in every sense of the word. Taking a sip of her wine, Dahlia tipped her glass toward Daniela. "Your composure is admirable."
"Jasper has definitely taught me about composure lately," Daniela said smoothly, subtly squirming on her chair, moving to a more comfortable position.
Jasper chuckled, knowing exactly what she was referring to. She was quite right. He had definitely given her a lesson in composure that still made her squirm even now. "I'm teaching her how to be the perfect Queen." Jasper grinned, as he took a bite of his steak.
"Fuck me harder!"
"Make me bleed!"
"Hurt me!"
Even with the stimulating atmosphere, there was still an underlying tension to the dinner. They were not simply meeting because of spontaneity; a crisis was upon them.
"Enough pleasantries! We are in a predicament. And we do not have time." Michael leaned forward, his two fingers pressed against the table as he spoke.
The main course on the table had now switched. The men were no longer satisfied with just having their cocks sucked. Pulling the wanting women apart, each man chose a beauty. One laid her down on her back, his strong arms wrapping around her thighs as he plunged his cock into her waiting wetness. The other forced her onto her knees as he rammed into her awaiting sex, her breasts bouncing with every hard thrust as she screamed in ecstasy. The two men were in a competition to see who could fuck their woman harder. The woman on her back slid up the table with every heart-stopping thrust, as the one on her knees had her arms buckle with the force of his relentless pounding. His fingers gripped her hips, holding her up with his own strength as he dove deeper and deeper into her, as if he would hollow her out.
Even though she wasn't a demon, Daniela felt flush and aroused by the atmosphere. It was hard to focus on the King's words alone when in every direction she looked, there was something that tickled her fantasies or aroused her interest.
Jasper watched Daniela, not missing anything. The way her eyes dilated as she looked around the room. The way her lips turned up ever so slightly when she saw something that intrigued her. He was taking notes. He did not tell her what dinner would look like because he wanted her honest reaction, to be able to watch her and know exactly what he would do. For her to know that in this room, she could be any of those women. She only needed to choose the scene she wanted to reenact.
"I have a plan!" Jasper said absently, his eyes still glued to Daniela, lately disrespecting the King with his lack of focus.
Michael's eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at his step- son's unruly mess he had created. The boy barely listened to anyone. Even his mother could barely control him. Yet, he was what they would pin all of their hopes on.
"She will not survive the upcoming battle—" Michael spoke, ignoring Daniela's existence in the aspect of this conversation about her. She was of no use in conversations of strength and strategy.
"She will be fine! I am teaching her." Jasper sighed, resting his face on his fist with his elbow on the table as he looked toward his King.
"You are taking this far too lightly—" Dahlia bit her tongue, nodding her head in resignation as she focused on eating her meal.
King Michael cut her off with a wave of his hand, not needing a woman to speak for him. This was a conversation between men. He did not need the input of a soft-hearted woman who was easily convinced by her silver-tongued son.
"You have endangered my kingdom. Play your games when you are sovereign. Until then, you do not risk my kingdom." Michael spoke through gritted teeth as the temperature of the room seemed to chill.
The cloth covering the women's eyes seemed to dampen with tears as they shivered at the growing animosity in the room. The carnal activities didn't slow or stop, but it was clear that they could feel the tension even if they couldn't stop themselves from engaging in their desires.
"Come here." The man on the table, who was ramming into the woman on all fours who had already lost the strength to hold herself up, suddenly hoisted her. The man gripped her hair, allowing her to be suspended in the air as he thrust upwards into her swollen lips, a low growl in his throat. Tendrils of her hair drifted to the table. This was the moment Daniela decided she was done with her food. She easily pushed her plate to the side and sat back with her wine in hand. She made a mental note to eat before any future family dinners.
"Do not forget, you are reserving the throne for me. As long as I leave my marriage market alive, that Crown is mine. You are my seat warmer. Pray that I am a kind King!" Jasper's voice was casual, but its biting edge was not lost.
Daniela didn't know that Jasper was meant to be crowned once he fulfilled the requirements of the marriage market. She thought he would still have to wait for the Crown to be passed to him. So many things worked very differently in the demon realm.
Dahlia's eyes shifted between the King and her son. She knew exactly where Jasper had gotten this information from. His uncle! Originally, Michael had forbidden her to tell him. This was the first time that her son had openly and assertively told Michael that he really wasn't a King; he was a seat warmer. It wasn't as if Dahlia didn't feel the same. This was not the man she intended to be a Queen to, and in all things, Michael was a placeholder. But she had grown to appreciate his presence.
Michael spoke in the demon tongue, stealing the maids and butlers that were engaging in their carnal desires. His words only held meaning to the other demons in the room. "Draw the symbol."
The young prince stiffened, his fork halting halfway to his mouth. His cold, black eyes stared daggers at the King.
Three maids and three butlers began to draw a symbol on the ground using their demon fire. Three circles were made with runes in each section, written in a language that Daniela couldn't understand. Once they were done, they stepped back, all of them ceasing their pleasure-seeking behavior to stand far away from the symbol they had just created.
King Michael rose from his seat, his gaze piercing, his borrowed authority on display. He did not bother with an incantation or a grand gesture. He simply fixed his black eyes upon the symbols etched on the polished floor. A large amalgamation of demon fire began to grow on the palm of his hand as he spoke low beneath his breath before throwing the flame toward the awaiting symbol.
The moment his black fire made contact, with a deep, guttural gasp of tearing wood and air, a seam tore itself into the floor. It did not merely open; it was violently ripped into existence, solidifying into a colossal, shimmering curtain of viscous, black energy. A profound, sickeningly sweet warmth—the core odor of the demon realm—poured into the room, instantly overwhelming the senses.
The portal hummed with an oppressive, low frequency.
"I am the King. You will stay in the Demon Realm until the battle." His words were final. Even if he was a seat warmer, while he sat on said seat, he had the power of it, no matter how fleeting it would be.
He had expected a fight, for Jasper to cause a ruckus or try to fight to stay. But he didn't do any of that. He stood up calmly, using his napkin to clean the corners of his mouth before he walked around the table, extending his hand to Daniela.
Daniela's eyes raked over Jasper before she gave him a light smile, placing her hand in his and allowing him to lead her to the swirling portal. The black flames hummed with a life that could not be explained with mere words.
"Close your eyes," he told Daniela, wrapping his arm securely around her waist, holding her to his chest. "Thank you for opening the portal!" Jasper grinned before falling backward into the swirling flames. He couldn't have opened the portals to the demon world himself; that was reserved for the King alone. Michael was right. Jasper needed time, something only the Demon Realm could provide.
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Once the two were through the portal, it instantly closed, the symbols disappearing along with any trace of its existence. King Michael growled, slamming his fists against the large table, causing it to shatter. The people on top of it, still fucking, tumbled easily to the ground. Their bodies remained connected as their thrusting never stopped, the aphrodisiac not allowing them to cease their actions for a moment.
"He could have asked!" Michael ground out in irritation as he looked toward Queen Dahlia.
Dahlia held her wine glass steady, having avoided being crushed by the table. She stood to comfort her husband. "Jasper does not ask for anything. He only takes." She told him gently as she stood next to him.
His eyes watched as the couples fucked on the splinters that cut their arms and legs, blood oozing out of the wounds.
"Such a wasted meal. The help may have the scraps." Michael sighed, taking his Queen's hand as they left the room.
The once carnal scene turned into a violent massacre as the sounds of pleasure turned to screams of agony and fear as the demons morphed into their true forms, their beasts coming out to play.