╰┈➤❝𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔤❞

Once I stepped out of the room, I saw my servants standing attentively by the door. Their heads bowed low, eyes cast down in deference as I passed by. They greeted me in unison, "King."

Without hesitation, I commanded, my voice firm yet smooth, "Go into my room and bathe Lisa. Make sure she is well taken care of, and once she's ready, bring her to me again."

They nodded obediently, not daring to meet my eyes. Two of them immediately walked inside the room where Lisa lay resting.

I continued down the darkened hall, my steps echoing off the marble floors as I made my way toward my royal bathroom.

Upon entering, the familiar scent of blood and black roses filled the air. The servants there, already knowing my routine, moved swiftly to strip me of my clothes.

I stood still as their hands worked with practiced precision, my mind drifting in anticipation of what was to come next.

The room was vast, the walls adorned with intricate carvings of ancient demons and celestial battles.

In the center, the large, ornate bathtub waited for me, filled with dark crimson liquid—the blood of countless souls, mixed with the essence of black roses that floated on the surface.

The steam rising from it carried the scent of power and dominance.

I stepped into the bath, the warm blood embracing my skin, cleansing me in ways that water never could.

Every muscle in my body relaxed as I sank deeper into the thick liquid, its heat sinking into my bones, rejuvenating me for the next phase of our time in this realm.

My mind continued to linger on Lisa, the way her body yielded, her very soul molded by my desires. It sent a thrill through me—a mixture of dark satisfaction and a twisted sense of possessiveness.

I relished it, letting it fuel the power coursing through me as I rose from the bath.

The blood dripped off my body, staining the black roses that floated on the surface of the tub. As I stepped out, the servants quickly moved to dry me, their hands careful and swift.

They dressed me in a long, flowing black robe, woven from the finest shadows of this realm, barely grazing the ground as I walked.

I strode into the main chamber of my quarters, the air thick with lingering darkness, and without delay, I summoned one of my demon servants.

He appeared instantly, materializing from the shadows and bowing low before me, his eyes cast downward, not daring to meet mine.

"Prepare a meal," I commanded, my voice calm yet laced with authority. "Something suitable for me. And for Lisa, something fitting for a human."

My gaze darkened as I added, "And make sure the servants tending to her bring her to my room. I want her ready."

The demon nodded, his obedience was absolute. "Yes, my King," he replied before vanishing in a swirl of dark smoke.

Satisfied with my orders, I turned my attention back to the room, anticipation brewing in my chest.

Soon, she would join me again, and I would show her more of what it meant to be bound to a being like me—what it meant to be mine in every sense of the word.

As I waited, I heard a familiar voice resonate through the dim air. It was Elpass, my loyal crow, his voice laced with curiosity and a sense of duty.

"Lord, may I show my presence to you, if you are not busy?" he called out.

I smirked, my fingers absentmindedly running along the dark edge of the throne I sat upon. "Sure, come."

With that, Elpass appeared before me, his dark feathers shimmering faintly in the low light as he bowed respectfully before settling onto my shoulder.

His sharp eyes gleamed as he peered at me, always observant, always eager for information.

"Lord, now what is going to happen? Jimin has done his part."

I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at his words, the sound filling the space around us. "Let him do his part," I replied, my voice dripping with amusement. "He's playing his role, thinking he has some control over this grand plan. He uses that useless mediatrix —Hyuna, the one I engaged during the Sabbat—to toy with the angels, to prove their incompetence. They truly believe they can control a mediatrix like her."

I paused, the memory flickering through my mind, the twisted satisfaction it brought me resurfacing. "I f-cked her in front of demons for the angel's humiliation. Their foolish belief that they had any power over her... It was a display of their weakness. That they are nothing in front of me"

Elpass cawed softly, his amusement mirroring mine. "They'll never learn, will they, Lord?"

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "No, they won't. They play their games, but in the end, they are mere pawns in a war they cannot win."

As Elpass shifted on my shoulder, I could sense the brewing chaos in the realms above, and it only fueled my hunger for what was yet to come. "Let Jimin and the angels believe they're in control. Soon enough, they'll understand where the true power lies."

As I sat in my royal chamber, the soft flicker of candlelight danced around me, casting shadows that flickered against the opulent walls.

The tranquility was interrupted by a voice from outside, a herald announcing the arrival of my desired guest.

"My king, Lady Lisa has arrived."

I nodded dismissively to Elpass, the crow perched on my shoulder, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of seeing her again. "Let her in."

The heavy doors creaked open, and there she stood. Lisa, radiant and ethereal, entered the room clad in a dark, slightly revealing dress that clung to her form in all the right places.

The fabric flowed around her, accentuating her curves and drawing my gaze like a moth to a flame. I felt a rush of desire flood through me, a potent reminder of the wild night we had shared.

As the servant stepped back and the door closed, I stepped forward, taking her delicate hand in mine. "How was your bath, darling?" I asked, my voice low and inviting, my thumb brushing softly against her wrist.

She looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "It was... different," she admitted, a shy smile playing on her lips. "The blood and roses felt surreal, but I think I liked it."

I couldn't help but smirk, the corners of my mouth lifting as I drank in her presence. "Good," I replied, my gaze locking onto hers with intensity. "I want you to embrace every aspect of this world, Lisa. You're meant to thrive here, to become more than you ever imagined."

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and I noticed how her breath hitched slightly at my words. "I'm still getting used to everything, Taehyung."

She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "This place... it feels so far from what I know."

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us, my hands encircling her waist. "And that's precisely why you're here,"

I said, my voice low and steady. "To discover new depths of yourself, to shed the old skin that no longer serves you. You are mine now, and I will guide you through this darkness."

Lisa bit her lip, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but beneath it, I saw a glimmer of acceptance, of curiosity. "And what if I'm not ready?" she asked softly.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke, "Then I'll help you find that readiness. But I promise you, there is nothing to fear when you're with me. Your body and soul are safe in my hands."

Pulling back slightly, I captured her gaze once more, my intensity unwavering. "You have the power to embrace your desires, to relish in the ecstasy of this world. Let me show you."

A shiver ran through her as she nodded slowly, her breath hitching in anticipation. "Okay," she whispered, the determination in her voice igniting something primal within me.

"Good," I replied, my lips curling into a satisfied grin. I grasped her hand, guiding her as we moved through the dimly lit chamber.

Lisa walked beside me, her presence a captivating mix of curiosity and trepidation. I noticed her glancing around, her eyes wide as she took in the various demons that roamed the halls, their forms both terrifying and alluring.

I felt a surge of protectiveness as she instinctively tucked herself closer behind my royal robe, her shyness only making her more enchanting.

As we reached a more open space, I decided to embrace my true form, the essence of my power radiating around me.

My body transformed, muscles rippling beneath dark, scaled skin, wings unfurling majestically from my back. The air shifted with energy, crackling with the intensity of my devilish nature.

Yet, even in my full demon form, I felt Lisa's gaze on me, unwavering. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of awe and desire, and I could see the heat pooling within her. I stepped closer, capturing her attention fully.

"You look seductive in this look more," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, but it resonated deep within me.

A chuckle escaped my lips, deep and rumbling, as I leaned down slightly to meet her gaze. "Seduction is merely an aspect of my being, Lisa. It's your reaction to it that makes it all the more intoxicating."

I could feel her pulse quicken, her heart racing as I drew nearer. The warmth of her body radiated against my cold, hardened skin, creating an exhilarating contrast.

"Are you afraid?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, laced with a hint of mischief.

She shook her head, determination glimmering in her eyes. "No," she replied, a soft smile dancing on her lips. "Not with you."

Encouraged by her words, I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist, and feeling the tension melt away between us.

"Good," I murmured, my breath brushing against her ear. "Embrace this side of me. Allow it to awaken something within you."

With a flick of my wrist, I summoned an ethereal glow around us, illuminating the space and highlighting the beauty of the dark realm. "Here, you can explore every inch of pleasure without fear. You'll learn to dance with the shadows and find joy in the chaos."

As I held her in my arms, I could see her hesitance begin to fade, replaced by an undeniable longing that ignited the air around us.

With a gentle but commanding grip, I took her hand and led her toward the royal dining room. The grand space was opulently decorated, a stark contrast to the darkness outside.

The long table was adorned with shimmering goblets and fine china, each setting meticulously prepared.

As we entered, the chorus of fifty servants echoed through the vast room, their voices harmonizing in a respectful greeting.

"Welcome, King! Everything is prepared," they announced in unison, their expressions a mixture of reverence and intrigue as they beheld the sight of Lisa beside me.

I could feel Lisa's eyes widen as she took in the lavish setting, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls.

"It's beautiful," she breathed the wonder in her voice softening the edges of my devilish demeanor.

I led her to the head of the table, pulling out a chair for her with a flourish. "Only the best for you, my darling,"

I said, my voice smooth and inviting. As she sat, I couldn't help but admire the way the dark dress she wore accentuated her delicate features and the graceful curve of her form.

Once seated, I took my place opposite her, the distance between us charged with a tantalizing energy.

The servants began to serve an array of exquisite dishes, each more decadent than the last—succulent meats, rich sauces, and vibrant fruits that glistened under the candlelight.

"Do you like it?" I asked, watching as she sampled the dishes, her face lighting up with delight.

"It's amazing," she replied, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I've never tasted anything like this."

A smirk tugged at my lips, pleased that I could provide her with experiences that transcended her human existence. "In hell, we feast as kings and queens. And you, my dear Lisa, are both."

As the meal progressed, we engaged in light conversation, laughter punctuating the air as I shared tales of my world, each story more extravagant than the last.

I watched her transform before my eyes, the tension of the past days melting away as she embraced this new reality.

But beneath the surface of our playful banter, I felt the simmering desire that lingered between us, thickening the atmosphere.

With each shared glance, every brush of our fingers, the connection deepened, binding us in ways neither of us had anticipated.

I gestured for her to come to me, and she stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. As she approached, I pulled her into my lap, the warmth of her body pressing against mine igniting a fire within me.

She looked up at me, a mixture of curiosity and desire dancing in her eyes, and I couldn't resist the urge to tease her further.

I took a bite of the succulent meat from my plate, savoring the rich flavor, and then held the half-eaten piece toward her lips.

"Here, taste this," I said, my voice low and inviting.

Her gaze flickered between my eyes and the food, and for a brief moment, I saw hesitation in her expression.

But that hesitation quickly melted away as I gently urged her to take the bite. She opened her mouth, and I placed the tender meat on her tongue, the moment charged with intimacy.

As she chewed, I watched her reaction, entranced by the way her eyes widened in surprise at the explosion of flavor. "Good, isn't it?" I asked, my lips curving into a smirk.

"It's incredible," she replied, a smile breaking across her face, her cheeks flushed with warmth.

I couldn't help but chuckle, the sound low and rumbling in the quiet of the dining room. "Just wait until you try everything else I have in store for you tonight."

Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You're going to love every moment of this."

With that, I continued to feed her, each piece of food an extension of our growing connection. The more I shared with her, the more her initial apprehension faded, replaced by a trust that was intoxicating.

As she savored the flavors, I reveled in the way she melted against me, her body relaxing into mine as if we were meant to be together like this.

"Isn't it strange?" She mused, glancing up at me between bites. "I never thought I'd be sitting here in hell, let alone in your lap, eating like this."

I chuckled softly, my fingers tracing delicate patterns along her waist. "Life has a way of leading us to unexpected places, doesn't it? Just think of this as a new adventure."

Her laughter rang through the room, bright and pure, and it filled me with a sense of satisfaction.

At that moment, surrounded by the lavish dining room and the tantalizing aromas, I felt the weight of my past dissipate, replaced by the intoxicating promise of what was to come.

"Now, finish your meal," I instructed, my voice firm yet playful. "We have much to discuss, and I need you at your best."

As she obliged, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something profound. With every bite she took, every shared smile.

Once we finished our meal, a servant entered with golden pots, filled with fragrant water for us to cleanse our hands.

I took the royal cloth and dabbed it gently, reveling in the moment, while Lisa mirrored my actions, her movements graceful and fluid.

As I stood from the ornate chair, Lisa followed suit, and I took her hand, my heart swelling with excitement. "Let me take you outside. You mentioned you wanted to see snowflakes," I said, my voice low and inviting.

Her eyes lit up, a spark of wonder igniting in their depths. "It will be like a dream to see winter in hell. I never thought I'd experience something like this," she replied, her voice laced with disbelief and anticipation.

With a flick of my wrist, we vanished from the dining room, and when we reappeared outside the castle, the world transformed around us.

Snowflakes cascaded from the heavens, drifting slowly to the ground, each one a delicate masterpiece that glistened in the moonlight.

As soon as the cold air hit her, Lisa shivered, her revealing dress offering little protection against the chill. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me.

The warmth of my body enveloped her, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken against my chest.

"Here," I said, shedding my robe and draping it over her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her, dark and luxurious, contrasting beautifully with her skin.

"You'll need this. It suits you," I added, my voice a whisper as I adjusted the robe to ensure she was warm.

"It's beautiful," she said, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at me, filled with gratitude and admiration. The way she glanced at me made my heart race.

"It's nothing compared to you," I replied, my gaze holding hers, my voice filled with sincerity.

We stepped further into the winter wonderland, the snow crunching softly beneath our feet.

I watched as Lisa reached out, catching snowflakes on her fingertips, her laughter bright and ringing through the silent night.

The sight of her joy filled me with a warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold around us.

"Look at them! They're so delicate," she exclaimed, her breath creating small clouds in the air as she marveled at the flurries.

I couldn't help but smile at her wonder, captivated by the way she embraced every moment.

As we wandered through the enchanting landscape, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

The bond between us was deepening with every shared glance, every touch, and every burst of laughter in the cold air.

Winter in hell felt magical, and I knew that our time together would weave an unforgettable tale—a tapestry of passion, wonder, and dark enchantment.

Lisa kissed my lips, her warmth contrasting with the chill of the winter air. "I love you, and I won't be jealous of that woman. I know what you want and what you feel for me," she said, her voice steady but soft, the sincerity in her eyes piercing through the cold.

I smiled, a mix of relief and affection flooding through me. "There's no need for you to feel that way, Lisa," I replied, my voice low and reassuring. The truth of my feelings for her was becoming undeniable, solidifying in the space between us.

With a flick of my wrist, I conjured an ice cube, its surface glistening under the moonlight. I let it roam down her neck, trailing a path of coolness that made her shiver delightfully.

She bit her lip, her breath hitching as the ice made contact with her warm skin.

"Taehyung..." she murmured, her eyes widening as the sensation sparked a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

The icy touch contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from her body, and I watched her reaction closely, captivated by her vulnerability.

"Do you like it?" I asked, my voice a teasing whisper.

"I—I don't know," she stammered, laughter bubbling up as she tilted her head back, allowing the ice to glide further down, teasingly. "It's different, but... it's thrilling."

"Just wait," I said, my voice low and laden with promise. "This is just a taste of what's to come."

The thrill of the moment enveloped us, and I could feel the tension between us crackle like the air before a storm.

The intimacy of the night deepened, and I leaned in closer, my breath mingling with hers, the world around us fading into oblivion.

With a flick of my magic, I pulled her into my royal room, the air crackling with energy as the world around us shimmered and shifted.

In an instant, her clothes vanished, leaving her exposed before me. She gasped, a mixture of surprise and apprehension dancing in her eyes.

"Taehyung, we just finished today, and you want more? That was 50 times," she said, her voice shaky yet laced with an undeniable thrill.

I winked at her, my confidence swelling. She looked so alluring, so tempting. "Let's make it 60. I mean, ten more times," I teased, my gaze roaming over her body, drinking in her beauty.

She gulped, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "No, not now! I would die," she protested, but there was a spark of excitement in her tone that I couldn't ignore.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. "You won't die easily, darling. You've already accepted my presence in your body. That's what I needed first, Lisa."

I said, my voice low and insistent, my breath brushing against her ear. "Now I can't wait to see you submit to me again."

Her heart raced under my touch, and I could feel her breath quicken, her body responding to my words, the tension palpable between us.

"But Taehyung..." she started, her voice faltering as my hands explored her curves.

"Shh," I murmured, pressing my lips against hers to silence her worries. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within me as I held her tighter, savoring the moment.

I wanted to drown in her, to lose myself in the intoxicating thrill of her submission.

I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, my expression serious yet playful. "Just trust me, Lisa. I'll take care of you." I could see the fight in her fade, replaced by that spark of desire that always drew us together.

I pushed Lisa onto the bed, stripping my clothes off hastily. As I climbed in beside her, my arousal stood proud. Lisa's legs trembled, betraying her shyness.

"You're a bad devil, Taehyung. Spare me," she whispered, biting her lip.

I smirked, knowing she wanted this. "You can't resist, can you?" I teased.

Lisa's eyes locked onto mine, her voice barely audible. "No... I can't."

My hand slid between her thighs, and she moaned, her body responding eagerly.

"Taehyung!" Lisa gasped, her fingers digging into my skin.

"Look at me," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. "I want to see you surrender."

Lisa's gaze met mine, her eyes blazing with desire.

As I wrapped my arms around Lisa, pulling her close. Her chest heaved, her mouth dry, her eyes brimming with tears of unbridled pleasure.

I kissed her with ferocity, taking her mouth with a burning possession, tasting her sweetness with deep, languid licks. She whimpered.

The vibration sizzled straight through me and stiffened my already erect shaft. I pressed my hardness against the firm, silken flesh of her bottom.

Being in my woman's presence kept my hunger for her eternally burning, never fully extinguished. She had stolen my heart, and I knew I would never get it back.

Her thick black mane of hair lay like an exotic fan across the white pillowcase.

Her breath was slow and steady, the side profile of her breasts readily visible. Her nipples stiffened, magnifying the fullness of her curves.

She looks stunning.

I traced my fingers along her skin until my fingertips met a peaked nipple. She melted into me, pressing her warm, curvy ass against my hard-on.

The lush carnality of her body swept over me, and I grew harder. I pressed my shaft against her bottom and kissed her, my tongue blazing a trail from her ear to her jaw, and finally to her hot lips.

She slid her hands along the muscles of my chest, and our breath grew rapid and pressured as our tongues probed one another's mouths. I caught her lower lip between my teeth, and she let out a soft moan.

Pushing myself upright, I swept the covers aside and outlined a path from her breast to her hip. Then I gentled her onto her back and pressed her knees apart so I could rub her clit.

Cheeks flushed, eyes bright, she watched as I lowered myself to her full breast. Her expression displayed the raw, savage effect I had on her.

She never hid it, never hid her fierce hunger for me. She was so open and needy and s-xy as f-ck. My chest tightened.

I kissed my way down her cheek to her jaw, licking and nipping at her neck and then lower, her chest s-x-flushed scarlet and heaving.

Her full breasts were plump with arousal, her nipples stiffened into hard peaks. I devoured her left nipple, suckling and nipping with need.

When I bit down on the beaded tip, she inhaled sharply, her fingertips raking the skin of my back as I slid my hand into her panties.

She was completely soaked. And I needed to taste her.

I lowered myself down and grasped her ankles, pushing her legs up, reveling in her gorgeous curves.

Her beauty had grown her body more mature, the round swells of her breasts and hips and tiny waist the epitome of womanhood.

We locked gazes, and she smiled that sensual smile as she allowed her knees to drop closer to her body, exposing her most private, vulnerable part.

Perfectly coiffed, her slick pink folds glistened in the soft sun that danced against her skin. I lifted her legs high for better access and kissed the back of her thighs.

Her breath caught in anticipation of what was about to come, and I slowed my descent down, kissing and licking a trail along the back of her legs, a slow, deliberate torture.

Finally, the need to taste her sweet flavor overpowered me, and I took a long, slow lick of her silky s-x. As soon as my tongue met the delicate skin of her clitoris, she audibly gasped.

I slid my tongue along her slick folds, and her legs parted in response.

Her nectar was intoxicating, and my raging shaft strained as I lapped at her in long, lazy strokes. She moaned involuntarily, and her chest rose and fell with irregular breaths.

I reached up and rolled her tight nipple around in my fingertips, eliciting a breathy moan. I watched her face as I slid one finger into her, owning her, and then two fingers.

Her lips parted, her skin flushed in a mask of ecstasy. From my ministrations.

I kissed her feet, and when her panties dropped to the floor, she parted her legs wide, her s-x quivering with anticipation.

My mouth was on her the next instant, and she moaned, her knees dropping apart even further. She clutched the back of my head and forced my tongue to work until she was dripping wet.

I reached down and stroked my shaft, now wet with pre-cum. As if sensing my urgency, she sat upright on the bed and pushed me to my back.

My hard-on lay heavy and thick against my belly, begging for her expert touch. She grasped the base with her tiny hand, and her pink nails looked so perfect wrapped around my thick root.

She glanced up at me, her fuchsia lips parted, her mouth curving up at the corner in a sly smile. Then she took one long lick of the crown.

Sensation exploded within me, radiating from my core with that one lick, and I groaned. Spurned on, she took me inside her warm, wet mouth.

Pink lips covered my shaft, her eyes pinned to mine as she sucked, taking my length.

My eyes widened as she reached the base, amazed she could take it all. She pulled back with firm suction, and the air felt cold where her mouth had once been.

She pumped me and caressed my balls with her pretty little hand.

She licked at the crown, her tongue swirling slow, leisurely circles around and around and up and down, finally taking me back into her mouth once again.

I arched my back in feverish abandon. My balls tightened as my shaft throbbed, desperately needing to sink into her, to fill her, to claim and possess every inch of her.

"Stop," I commanded. "I want to take you so hard."

I rose and pushed her to her back, spreading her legs wide, where I nestled my hard-on at the entrance to her s-x.

She reached down and grasped my shaft, pumping it, sliding it against her slick womanhood. I needed to be inside her.

I pressed my shaft head into her pink opening, and when I met resistance, I pushed further, finally breaching her tender flesh.

Her soft moans ignited me further, and the next moment I was completely buried inside her, surrounded by her moist heat.

I looked down, watching, hypnotized by the beauty of seeing my thick shaft moving in and out, repeatedly disappearing into my woman.

It was the perfect vantage point to see her plump breasts bounce with every thrust, her engorged clitoris throbbing with arousal.

I hitched my thumb under her right knee pushed her leg back and sank in even further. Pleasure radiated throughout my body from the hot, tight flesh encompassing my shaft.

I grasped her curvy ass and, with a wild ferocity, flipped her onto her side. I looked down at her round ass, the full, firm flesh, and pressed my shaft down between her cheeks.

She responded by pushing back with her hips, raising them so I had perfect access.

I stroked her clit and, using the pads of my fingers, traced the slick opening of her cleft.

Then using just my middle finger, I delved into her, and she trembled, her hips rising as I touched her scorching core where my shaft would soon follow.

I fingered her with a deliberate, tantalizing touch as she squirmed and panted, her s-x softening even further.

I rubbed my shaft head against her soft pink folds, up and down, against her clit, back to her ass as she quivered.

I repeated this several times until her entire body had broken out in a sheen of sweat. She panted and clawed at the sheets.

"Oh, devil," she moaned. "Please. I can't wait."

Once again, I thrust my shaft into her with a low growl. This time her flesh resisted only momentarily before giving way completely.

I buried myself to the hilt inside her wet heat. Our flesh slid against one another, hot and slick with sweat. Her softness surrendered to my unyielding hardness. I almost couldn't breathe for the pleasure.

"Ooh!" She sighed when my shaft reached that tender spot deep inside.

"You're mine." The words came from my mouth in a guttural, savage voice.

I turned her over onto her belly, pulled her hips upward, and sank back into her from behind. I watched as I withdrew my shaft, the juices so thick and wet I was riveted by the evidence of her heavy arousal.

I plunged into her, ravenous and greedy, filling her from root to tip.

Our animal smell scented the air around us, a thick, pungent aroma of s-x.

I could feel she was stretched as far as possible, almost too far, so perfectly tight. I drove my shaft in and out, unable to stop myself from pushing her to the limit, to take as much as I could, as hard as I could.

Her mouth was open, and her breathing was rapid, moans erupting from every thrust.

"Oh, God," she whispered through ragged breaths. "I'm so close."

I was wild with the knowledge that I could do this to her, and impact such an unabashedly sensual woman.

The friction of her s-x was heightened by the tilt of her ass, and when her hips began to undulate, her core clenching, I knew she was close to coming.

I pounded my raging shaft into her harder and faster, grasping her shoulders and the nape of her neck to immobilize her, my hips bucking. She shrieked as the climax shuddered through her body from head to toe.

Tension built, deep at my core and coiled up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, my climax charged up and I lost all control.

"Ahh, f-ck!" I cursed.

With a guttural moan, my orgasm tore through me, and savagery took over.

My hips jerked wildly as my shaft exploded, and I spurted hot and hard inside her, angling her hips and sinking even deeper so my pulsing shaft filled her with cum.

"Give it all to me, devil," she encouraged as her womanhood milked every last drop from me, my entire body quaking with bone-deep shudders.

Spent, I collapsed onto my side, my body quivering in aftershocks, my mouth dry as I tried to catch my breath. She reached around and cupped my face, smiling her s-xy, just-for-me smile.

Still buried deep inside my woman, I leaned down to kiss her. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Her womanhood was slick with wetness, a testament to our fervent lovemaking. I had climaxed four times, while she had succumbed to ten exhilarating orgasms, her body trembling with each release.

Gazing at Lisa's peaceful slumber, I noticed the faint fingerprint marks on her wrists, tender reminders of our intense passion.

Her skin glowed, flushed from our ardent encounter. I gently kissed her forehead, aware she was spent, her energy drained.

"Rest now, my love," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You've pleased me beyond measure."

As I covered her with the blanket, I couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked in her slumber, her chest rising and falling softly.

But beneath the serene surface lay the evidence of our passionate encounter; her wrist bore the marks of my grip, reminders of the fervor we had shared.

I summoned my elpass, and a shadowy figure appeared before me with a swift nod. "Yes, my lord," he said, his voice a low whisper that blended with the quiet of the room.

I raised a finger to silence him. "Go," I instructed, my tone sharp but low. "Ask the servant to prepare a bath." I paused, feeling a thrill at the thought of what was to come.

"Today, I will initiate the ritual. We must locate my demonic churches on Earth. They are hidden, but I know my followers are out there, along with demons fulfilling their trivial wishes. Soon, the earth will be graced with the appearance of the red moon. And then... I will possess Lisa's soul."

The weight of that thought sent a shiver of excitement coursing through me. I could almost taste her essence already, a sweet reward that awaited me.

"But before that happens," I continued, my voice dripping with urgency, "hurry. Prepare everything for her bath. She needs to be revitalized for what lies ahead."

The elpass bowed and vanished into the shadows, leaving me alone with the soft rhythm of Lisa's breathing. I leaned back, my heart racing at the anticipation of the power that was about to unfold.

The ritual was more than a mere ceremony; it was my path to claiming her completely, binding her to me forever under the blood-red moon.

As I stood up, I summoned my black robe, the dark fabric swirling around me like shadows clinging to my skin.

With a flick of magic, I conjured a loose robe for Lisa, draping it around her delicate form. She looked peaceful, exhausted from what we had shared.

I scooped her effortlessly into my arms, her body limp, as I stepped out of the room. My aura crackled with deadly energy, darkness swirling in the air around me.

When I reached the royal bloodbath, the thick fragrance of iron and flowers filled the air, heady and intoxicating.

The room was draped in shadows, the water a dark crimson that shimmered under the flickering torches. As I approached, the servants knelt, their heads bowed in reverence.

"We have prepared everything, my King," one of them said, voice trembling with fear. "Shall we begin the ritual?"

I glanced down at them with cold indifference, my voice a deadly whisper. "Dismissed not today."

With a flick of my hand, they vanished, leaving the chamber in an eerie silence, save for the soft ripple of the bloodbath.

I stepped into the tub, the warmth soaking through my robe as it clung to my skin. I looked down at Lisa, still resting in my arms, her peaceful expression stirring something dark and possessive inside me.

I reached for her robe, slowly pulling it away from her body, the fabric falling to the floor. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and confused as they met mine. She gasped softly, her lips parting in surprise.

"Taehyung..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Where are we?"

A smile tugged at my lips as I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers in a gentle kiss, claiming her once more. Her body was warm against mine, fragile in my embrace.

"Just close your eyes, darling," I murmured against her lips, my voice soft yet commanding. "I'm bathing you. Just stay calm... soon, we will return to the human world."

Her body relaxed, trusting me, though she didn't fully understand the depth of what I had planned. The ritual, the red moon—it was all falling into place.

Soon, she would be mine, body and soul, in ways she couldn't even imagine.

As I gently bathed her, my hands gliding over her skin, Lisa's gaze locked onto mine. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, a trace of mischief behind her exhaustion.

"A king is bathing me," she murmured, her voice soft but playful. "Doesn't that go against your ego and pride?"

A chuckle escaped my lips, low and dark. I leaned closer, the corner of my mouth tugging into a smirk. "Where did you learn to challenge me, Lisa?"

She tilted her head, her lips curving into a small smile. "I guess it's your effect on me," she replied, her voice carrying a soft, teasing edge.

I paused for a moment, my eyes never leaving hers. Her boldness intrigued me. "I admire this bravery," I said, the words slipping from my mouth like a dangerous promise.

She blinked slowly, her breath hitching as her fingers grazed my arm. "I want to see your wings," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "They're beautiful."

Her words stirred something deep within me. I rarely showed my true form, especially not to someone so fragile and human. But the way she asked, with such innocent awe, made me consider it.

I smiled, but this time it was softer, almost tender. "Are you sure you're ready for that?" I asked, my voice a mixture of both warning and amusement. "Once you see them, there's no going back."

"Close your eyes now," I whispered, watching as she obediently let her eyelids flutter shut. Leaning in, I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips.

As soon as she was lost in the darkness behind her closed eyes, I opened my third eye, the power surging through me in an instant.

With a swift motion, I ran my sharp nail across my finger, letting the dark blood flow freely. Gently, I placed my bleeding finger against her lips, allowing a drop of my essence to slide into her mouth.

She let out a soft moan as she instinctively swallowed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

Before she could open her eyes and witness what had just happened, I quickly closed my third eye, returning to my usual form.

Her eyes blinked open, hazy and confused. "What was that?" she asked, her voice thick with curiosity and lingering desire.

I smiled, a shadow of mystery playing across my face. "Nothing, darling," I murmured, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "It will be fine."

But she wasn't easily swayed. Her fingers tightened around me, her body pressing closer, her chest rising and falling against mine.

"I never knew a devil could even love like this," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

I could feel the rapid beating of her heart against my chest, her vulnerability lay bare before me. A human, fragile yet fearless in her love.

I could have laughed at the irony, but instead, I held her closer, my hand sliding down the curve of her back as I whispered in her ear, "There's much about me you still don't know, Lisa."

Once we were finished, I stepped out of the bathtub, the blood and water cascading off my body. With a flick of my hand, I used my power to dry us both and change our clothes.

Lisa was clothed in a simple yet elegant outfit, and I, now appearing more human, wore a shirt and pants.

The contrast between my devilish nature and this human guise made me smirk.

Lisa looked at me, her eyes soft but filled with admiration. "You always make me feel perfect," she said, her voice laced with sincerity.

I smiled, pulling her into a gentle kiss. The warmth of her lips still felt fragile under mine, but there was something undeniable about the way she trusted me.

As soon as the kiss ended, I used my magic to teleport us back to her room, the night wrapping around us just as it had when we left.

Lisa blinked, taking in the familiar surroundings, her expression a mixture of surprise and relief. "We're back again," she whispered, glancing at me with wonder as if she were still trying to piece together how effortlessly I could control everything.

I gave her a knowing smile, brushing a thumb against her cheek. "Yes, back where we started. But nothing is the same, is it?"