• TITANS LANDING, CAPITAL ELDORIA
Breathy moans weaved in the castle halls from one particular grand suite. [Mauler] demons in helmed red and black stood guard outside this chamber. It was just breaking dawn, and the servants were just starting to rouse to their duties.
A blue haired girl scooted past with a Hellhound on leash and made faces at the seven foot Maulers.
"Aargh!" One of the demon guards made a face back. The girl shrieked excitedly and ran on. From the little horns just peeking through her blue twin braids, the [Mauler] guard recognized her as one of Lord Morningstar's newest offspring.
Inside the opulent chambers which the burly devils guarded, the Queen Dowager of Titans Landing; Her Eminence, Lilith sat on an executive white sofa facing the colossal starkness of her canopy bed. It was a huge four-poster with the curtains drawn so she got a premium view of the huge black [Incubus] that was savagely pounding her newest pet, Giselle.
As compared to the Incubus' swart skin and bronze, heaving muscles, the blonde fae was little.
At first glance, she seemed too small to take in the big black cock her partner was packing. But her tiny body did take it in; all of it. "You petite whore. I know you're enjoying it—see all the juices leaking out of you. You can't fool passion." Lilith's hot words from the sofa stroked like the velvet of the man's tongue sucking her nipples hard.
Giselle tried to put a lid on her moaning. She had giving up trying to feign disinterest when the black cock had first elicited a whimper out of her.
Who was she kidding?
The lover [Incubus] her Mistress—for that was what Lilith insisted she call her—had chosen for her was a prime cut hunk. His great dreads were packed up behind, the sides of his curly hair flattened in a fade. He had enchanting gold eyes that shone out more from his black skin. She could feel the melanin leaking off his slick body onto her. In his arms, she felt delicate—breakable.
It was no wonder [Incubi] were so rare. They were literally created with one purpose: fucking. And they knew a million different positions to give it good.
SMACK!
He bucked, and bucked.
Lilith was clapping.
She smiled at the tousled bed and the utterly beautiful partners that had presented her with a wonderful entertainment to start off the morning.
Knocks suddenly sounded on the door.
Lilith frowned. "Who the fuck is that?"
"Tis I, Your Eminence, f–forgive me. But I bring news from His Majesty. He requires your presence in his chambers—in your office as Supreme Adviser. There is a matter at hand. I am not cleared to divulge." It was the squeaky rat voice of Thebault's herald, his message rendered through the door.
"Off ye go, runt!" The [Mauler] guards pushed him on, and then shared gravelly laughs at the mortal.
Inside, Lilith sighed.
"What the fuck has Meph done again?" She rose and smiled over at the cuddling form of Giselle and the giant Incubus. Her pet looked like a child in his arms. It was a bit weird. But Lilith liked weird. "It's been one hell of a morning. I'm grateful.
Spoon my pet until she falls asleep. I'll be back before she wakes," said Lilith, walking over and smoothing the damp blonde curls over Giselle's flushed cheeks. Her command was to the giant Incubus.
She ran her hand down his forearm, over his slicked black skin to Giselle's naked hip, picking a trail of sweat. She lifted the finger to her lips and licked it off. Then she turned and walked out.
She headed straight for the King's chamber.
[TO BE CONTINUED]