I take back my earliest thoughts about this not being a problem at all. The kings seemed to have shed their last restraints when they learned that I'm a demon, who craves sex and can heal faster than werewolves.
I have been confined in bed, serving the kings, who seemed more like animals compared to how they were before.
God.
I facepalmed, staring at the ceilings. Though I was kept awake for half of the night, and cussed the kings for fucking me hard, I miss them.
My arse clenched, needing something hard on it. I turned to the side, kicking off the blanket, so I'm naked.
It took me a day to master how to hide my wings, tail, and horns. The kings think it's sexy, but I don't think it's good for me to keep the look.
I don't have any desire to let anyone else know about me. Not even Grog, and certainly not his parents. I will have to keep all these a secret from them and pretend not to have any power.
