The Netherworld
The First and highest kingdom of the Netherland.
"My liege, may I enter?" Xaroth inquired, rapping on the door of the demon overlord. The sounds of flesh slapping and moans reverberated from within, indicating the activities of their lord.
"Enter," came the response, devoid of any hint of exertion. Xaroth marveled at the control their lord always maintained. Shaking off his thoughts, he pushed open the dark doors and stepped into the expansive room, bathed in shades of red and black as per their lord's preference.
The scene before Xaroth would have shocked many, but he was accustomed to it. Their lord was vigorously thrusting into Lilithra, the daughter of a neighboring demon kingdom. Xaroth despised her arrogance, as she paraded around like the next demon queen, attempting to assert dominance over everyone. The worst part was her delusion that Rafael would marry her, when in reality, their lord viewed her as nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.
As Xaroth observed, Lilithra continued to moan while Rafael relentlessly pounded her from behind, causing the headboard to slam against the wall with each forceful thrust.
"Do you enjoy my touch, do you love how deep I Fuck you?" Rafael taunted, his laughter echoing in the room as he gripped her throat and flipped her over to gaze into her dazed eyes and parted lips.
"Do you fucking love it?" Rafael whispered, his voice dripping with desire as he sensually licked his bottom lip, his piercing glistening in the dim light. With each word, he thrust into Lilithra, who moaned loudly in response. He chuckled, lifting her effortlessly and continuing their passionate encounter while standing. It wasn't just the act of sex that brought him pleasure, but the pleasure he derived from seeing her enjoy it. He couldn't find release unless his partner was truly experiencing ecstasy.
As Lilithra tightened around him, Rafael groaned, feeling her climax for the fourth time. Her body convulsed with such intensity that it felt like she was in the throes of a seizure. He gently tossed her onto the bed, leaving her completely spent and weak. Rafael watched her with half-closed eyes, his own desire building rapidly. He stroked himself vigorously, groaning as he reached his climax, releasing his essence all over her chest and face. With a smirk, he observed as she eagerly licked the remnants off her face and delicately tasted the droplets on her chest.
"Can we go for one more round, Rafael?" Lilithra asked, sitting up and wrapping her hand around his flaccid member. Rafael smirked, slowly removing her hand and stepping back, slipping back into his leather pants. Lilithra pouted but couldn't help but smile, captivated by Rafael's irresistible charm and undeniable sex appeal.
"Leave. I'll summon you later," Rafael commanded, and then busied himself with pouring a glass of bourbon and lighting a cigarette. After taking a sip and a puff, he was irritated to still see Lilithra still lingering without making any effort to leave.
"What are you still doing here?" Rafael questioned, leaning against the wall with his pants hanging low on his hips, his presence exuding pure magnificence.
"Rafael, I'm tired. When are we going to discuss 'us'?" Lilithra groaned, picking up her discarded underwear from the floor and slipping it back on.
Rafael couldn't help but roll his eyes at Lilith's words. He knew exactly what she was talking about, but he had no intention of entertaining her delusions. As she rambled on about being by his side for years and wanting to take their relationship to another level, Rafael's attention shifted to Xaroth, who was leaning against the wall with a mischievous smirk.
"Let's discuss this later, Lilith," Rafael interrupted, gesturing towards Xaroth. "I have some important matters to discuss with him." Lilith huffed and quickly got dressed, making it clear that she wasn't going to let the conversation go so easily.
As she walked out of the room, Rafael and Xaroth exchanged glances. Xaroth couldn't help but comment on Lilith's tempting figure and her aim, but Rafael dismissed any thoughts of her becoming the mistress of the underworld. He had someone else in mind, someone who consumed his thoughts day and night.
"Rest assured, Xaroth," Rafael replied with a sly smile. "Lilith is not the one. I have a new obsession, someone far more intriguing." The image of Iridessa, with her innocent face and nerdy glasses, flashed through his mind, igniting a fire within him. Rafael couldn't wait to make her his own and unleash her hidden self and desires.
"Lord Rafael, what makes you believe that Lord Idrus is pursuing this human?" Xaroth inquired. Rafael furrowed his brow in confusion, then recollected that Xaroth was absent when they discovered the truth; he was in the third kingdom of the demon underworld.
"Idrus has discovered the whereabouts of the ring, and they are in the possession of a beautiful being, a pure blood," Rafael responded. Xaroth raised an eyebrow in surprise and amusement, realizing that their lord had taken a liking to Idrus' mate. This was not ideal, as it would only escalate the tensions between the vampire realm and the demon realm, which had been at odds for centuries.
"My lord, does that mean if this human possesses the ring, she is Lord Idrus' ragar?" Xaroth asked and Rafael nodded chuckling as he took a sip of his drink.
"He doesn't desire her as his ragar, he only wants the ring so that means I can have her. And Xaroth, I want her and will have her at any cost," Rafael declared, his voice carrying a firm edge. Xaroth knew that this would jeopardize the peace they had maintained for years.
"My lord..." Xaroth began, but Rafael raised his hand, silencing him, and Xaroth obediently looked down.
"Gather the others. I am returning to the human realm. I have a captivating being to charm," Rafael stated, downing the rest of his drink. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, knowing that his intentions went beyond mere attraction; this was also a way to retaliate against Idrus and he knew a good way to make it hurt.