Cries of pain and moans of pleasure blended sensually as the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated against the dark red walls of the Queen's bedroom.

The two demonic beings in an act of pure lust for one another joined their bodies under the bright red moon.

The reason was abandoned for a night, drowning themselves in pleasure the King and Queen allowed themselves to forget their roles and responsibilities.

Love, such a fleeting feeling. Love had long but disappeared within the couple. Lust and desire were the only remaining fragments of their past relationship.

"What are they doing Brother?" A curly-haired boy asked tilting his head to the side childishly as he turned to look at the older male. His golden eyes shone with pure childish curiosity as he eagerly waited for his brother to answer.

His brother who sat on the ground, a picture book in hand glanced at the short-haired boy before closing his book with a clean 'thud.'

The long white-haired boy stood up and made his way to his bookshelf. Putting the picture book in the lowest section, he let his fingertips brush against the other leather books' cover, his eyes skimming over every title.

"Father and Mother are— mating," he stated in a factual tone entirely indifferent and unmoved by the adults' lewd moans and grunts next door.

The youngest of the two siblings repeated the term with genuine wonder. The foreign word rolled off his tongue easily as he let a wide grin adorn his face. "They are mating!" He beamed, happy to use the word on his own.

The oldest of the two nodded, not sparing the curly head a glance he stopped his fingers on a black leather cover. Cursive engraved golden letters adorned the black jacket in a sophisticated manner, a small smile made its way to the white head's face as he quietly hummed to himself in acknowledgment.

"But what is mating, Brother?" The younger asked, his voice filled with wonder as his yellow orbs stared intently at the older's back waiting for an answer. After all, his brother was the smartest after his father, he surely knew the answer.

"Read, Shin," the white head ordered as he extended his hand which held the black book to his younger brother. "Everything's written in here," he stated before once again going back to searching for another book within his small collection.

Shin puffed his cheeks unhappily, why do l need to read these boring books? Carla can explain everything to me!

"I don't wanna—"

His whining was interrupted by a loud cry from next door. This time, the sound of the bed's wooden frame bumping against the wall was added to the sinful symphony of the two First Bloods' sex sessions.

Shin's small body jolted forward in surprise, his grip on the book tightening in fright at the sudden noise. It sounded like begs and pleas, was mating akin to fighting? What are Father and Mother doing for Mother to scream and cry like there is no tomorrow?

On instinct, his head snapped to his older brother for an answer— to Shin, Carla was the personification of wisdom and knowledge. "What was tha—" he didn't have the time to finish his question before his brother interrupted him, once again. 

"Read," he directed his voice sterner than before and leaving no place for complaints.

Shin cowered lightly at his brother's booming voice which for a second surpassed the cries and grunts his parents were making. Obviously, Carla was getting tired of his yapping.

As he nodded his head in a somewhat meek manner, Shin took a look at the book's title: "Mating for idiots." Small grumbles came from his mouth as he started to begrudgingly read the book.

If Carla knows and understands what mating is, why can't I? With this mindset, little Shin learned what sex was.

The night was young, the red moon shone brightly, and the sounds of sex coming from their Mother's room couldn't have been any louder.

"Brother, I don't understand," Shin stated as he shook his head from left to right to show his point, his hand held the book his brother had lent him as he curiously peered at the older's face.

From his seat, Carla hummed, a way to usher his younger brother to go on. The room was back to its previous silence the next door sex had stopped.

"If se— matting is so pleasurable, why was mother whimpering?"

Carla paused his reading, glancing at his little brother he closed his eyes in consideration. Indeed, if it was as pleasurable as the books painted it out to be, why would Mother cry and whimper? Racking his small head for answers, Carla reasoned. "Maybe, Mother likes pain?" He concluded in a questioning tone, not sure of the answer he provided.

Shin's eyes shone with admiration for his brother as he listened to the white head's reasoning. His orbs followed every movement, every twitch or spasms Carla may have as he deliberated. All of his mannerisms were registered by the young First Blood's mind.

Carla shook his head, a small frown adorning his face. "It's illogical," he stated, refuting his previous words. "In every matting session, the woman cries and whimpers while the male pants and grunts."

Shin nodded, not really understanding his brother but agreeing nonetheless to his claim. After all, Carla was always right. He was the best. What's more, he probably had more experience when it came to mating than him!

"Then... Does pain induce pleasure?" The oldest wondered aloud, "or are every woman weak and more inclined to feel pain?" With narrowed eyes, Carla nodded to himself before concluding. "Women are weak, that's why they whimper."

Shin's eyes widened in amazement at his brother's sound words. It seemed so logical. Nodding in understanding, Shin beamed. "As expected of you, Brother. You know so many things!" He praised, his chest swelling with pride at his older brother's conclusion.

Laying on her bed, Krone panted, trying to catch her breath after the intense love-making she and her husband had done. Reason had long since overtaken the both of them again, the lustful beings from before were nowhere to be seen.

Her half-lidded eyes trailed on her husband's figure, she took in his well-built body before she opened her mouth. Her throat was dry from all the screaming and crying she did, Krone with a hoarse voice started to speak. "Leave them to me," she asked, almost begged.

The male, Giesbach, halted his movements for a second his hands hovered over his shirt's buttons before resuming what they were doing. "What do you mean?" he questioned, the disinterest in his voice evident as he started to roll his shirt's cuffs.

"If-if I get pregnant," Krone began in a stutter, "leave the child to me. Don't involve them in your politics. You already have Shin and Carla! I can't bear to see how they'll turn out," She shouted, her voice cracking by the end of her sentence as she remembered her dear children's faces. Her cute Shin and his soft head of curly blond hair, her beloved Carla, and his golden eyes that shone with intelligence— how she dreaded the day when the innocence in their eyes would disappear.

Giesbach scoffed, "I only need Shin! Carla, this bastard doesn't have what it takes to rule!"

"He isn't!" Krone cried back her voice resolute, "My son is— my sons, none of my sons are bastards! I forbid you from saying otherwise!" she declared with newfound confidence as her golden eyes glared into her King's similarly colored pools of gold. A wave of wind swept through the room, sending the few vases tumbling to the ground in a loud crack as the porcelain littered the floor. No matter how meek she was or looked, Krone was the Queen of First Bloods, her power wasn't something to underestimate.

But who was Giesbach? He was the King of Frist Blood, the most powerful of their clan— of the whole Demon Lore even! Giesbach growled, moving faster than what human's eyes could see he grabbed Krone by her thin neck. Holding her up and letting her feet dangle above the ground as he kept her pressed against the wall. "Don't defy me, Woman," he ordered his eyes flashing a pure crimson for a second before going back to its usual gold. "I can call it whatever I want!" 

Krone tried to struggle against the stronger First Blood. Her body squirmed under his grip as she gasped for air. She was a First Blood, but against someone like Giesbach, their King, her strength amounted to nothing. If the male wanted he could easily break her neck. Her life in his hand was nothing but an insignificant ant.

Clicking his tongue at the shameful act his wife was displaying, Giebsbach let her throat go and turned around. "Don't bother me with this anymore," he ordered not even glancing back at the coughing Krone. "Also," he added standing at the doorway, "you can keep the bastard if they're ever born, I only need Shin to succeed me."

With these words, the proud First Blood slammed the door closed. Leaving a disheveled Krone lying on the ground, her breathing ragged.

"Mistress Krone," a voice gently called out as a tall man wearing a simple black tailcoat approached the tired woman, with his gloved hand extended, the demonic being helped the lady stand up. "You shouldn't have exposed yourself to pain this way," he slowly lectured as he guided Krone to sit on the large queen bed.

"Kagamine..." Krone called out in a small voice, her voice hoarse from both the sex and her husband's treatment seconds ago, her eyes absentmindedly stared at the black-haired male. "What should I do?" she weakly asked.

Kagamine gave his mistress a strained smile as he gently tucked the unresponsive female in her bed. "You shouldn't worry Mistress, all of your children are in good health. I am sure they love you dearly, just as much as you love them if not more," he tried to comfort.

Hearing her closest servant's words, Krone couldn't help the small smile from appearing on her face. Humming she closed her golden eyes tiredly, "Bring me some water," she whispered as she extended her hand, waiting.

Kagamine bowed, disappearing in his own shadow he reappeared less than a second after in the queen bed's shadow a glass of crystal clear water in hand. "Here you are, Mistress."

Gracefully walking down the castle's dimly lit corridor, Giesbach made his way to his private quarters— that is away from the South aisle where both Krone and Carla's room were located, and to the North aisle where his room, study, and other personnel rooms were.

"Come out," he ordered to no one in particular, his voice dignified holding the might of a true monarch, a ruler, a tyrant. 

As if on cue, two demons appeared. Each one walked a step behind their King in reverent silence, faithfully awaiting their orders.

"Eins," Giesbach called out, making the dark blue-haired demon slightly raise his head. "I'm feeling excessively angry tonight," he described absentmindedly, as he let his yellow orbs roam the wall's many portraits. He halted his step in front of a particularly big frame, Giesbach let his hand slide along the woman's pale face, and for a split second, a pleased smile adorned his feature. In a flash, his captivated expression vanished. Giesbach resumed his way to his room.

Behind, the dark-blue-haired demon gave a small bow, his black orbs briefly glanced at the portrait his King previously gazed at before he looked down again. "I shall arrange a lady fitting for you My Liege," he stated before disappearing, only letting his colleague follow in their King's shadow.

A predatory grin made its way to Giesbach's face as his golden eyes flashed with unhidden anticipation. "Good, good," he laughed hearing his servant's word. Oh, how he liked it when his people served him without asking any useless question, unlike this bitch who called herself his wife.

The thought of the long-haired woman made Giesbach frowned. Reaching his bedroom entrance, he allowed his servant to stand in front of him to open the two imposing wooden doors. Not bothering to acknowledge the other's action, the strong demon trudged into his room and slumped onto his red quilted sofa. He extended his hand, a silent way of ordering his remaining aide, and waited.

Without a word, the remaining servant, a shorter male with obsidian hair served him a glass of red wine. The crimson liquid falling into the crystal made glass was the only sound heard in the room until the raven put the alcoholic drink in his master's extended hand. Mutely, he respectfully took a step back hiding in the shadow behind his King's sofa. Obediently awaiting his next orders and directions.

"Such a beautiful color," the King murmured to himself as he observed the crimson liquid twirl into the clear glass wine. Taking a silent sip, Giesbach waved his hand, dismissing the black-haired servant who wordlessly took his leave. Without a sound, the short male disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared earlier.

On cue, a knock came to Giesbach's door. The sound echoed in the vast chamber, hitting the walls and fading into nothingness. The proud King didn't take any note of it, merely sipping on his drink and gazing at the intoxicating liquid in his glass.

Knock, knock.

A second knock and the sound of Eins' voice entered the master bedroom. "My Liege, as per your request I have fetched one of the finest 'specimens' for you to taste," he called out.

No reply, waiting for a few seconds, Eins started to speak once again "Perhaps My Liege, are you not in the mood anymore?" he questioned, "Or would you like for me to fetch for you something else My Liege?"

Silently taking another sip of his drink, the First Blood hummed. "Come in," he dully commanded.

Not missing a beat the door unlocked, with Eins holding it opened, a beautiful woman made her way inside of the room. Her long white hair undulated in a sophisticated way along her body's curves as a beautifully crafted light pink dress covered her frail figure. Charming honey-brown eyes stared in adoration and submission at the powerful Founder.

Giesbach hummed in satisfaction, casually dismissing his servant with a wave of his hand, he beckoned the gorgeous female demon to come closer.

A small smile adorned the woman's face, her hips swayed sensually from side to side as she languidly made her way to the King.

The smile on Giesbach's face widened at the sight of the enticing woman.

Ah, how he liked the submissive light in her eyes, whatever he did, she would accept without question. If only Krone was a bit more like this, then he wouldn't have a problem spending more time with her. Such a shame she emancipated herself.

With these thoughts, Giesbach drowned himself in pleasure. If Krone couldn't satisfy him, then this sorry excuse of a prostitute would do.

First Chapter out!

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