He hummed a little tune as he stroked her hair delicately, though he caressed her more like a doll rather than a living entity.
(L/N) (Y/N) laid peacefully in the demon's arms, her bare chest rising and falling. Her breathing began to steady after the events that had just occurred, and a rush of solace blew into her brain as she fell into a true state of paradise.
"You finished fast tonight," he perked up with a cheeky grin, smiling down at her. "Am I that good?"
(L/N) instinctively sent him a loving smile, as she did every time they finished their activities together.
"Thank you, Douma-sama," she expressed, which seemed to substitute as her answer to his question. She was obviously still a little dazed, and he found her giddy state quite amusing to look at.
"There is no need to thank me, (Y/N)," he waved off with a grin. "You already thank me every time, silly!"
He obviously said that a tad jokingly, but it was trueโas awkward as it could be perceived, she thanked him every moment they spent after intimacy. How could she control it, however, when she was truly thankful? For a God such as Douma to keep her aroundโeven if only for sexual pleasureโfelt like a gift she did not deserve.
To even know his secret of being a demon made her feel special, like he trusted in her. She took these perceptions to heart, treating her own assumptions as factual.
He traced his finger around the patterns of bruises and hickies on her skin, admiring his own work that he had done on her. (L/N) shivered from his touch, yet still found herself grateful, nevertheless. To be marked by a supernatural being such as Douma only solidified his ownership of herโa relationship she welcomed with open arms.
It was like any and all aspects of her previous life did not matter to her anymore, for the demon was all she needed for the rest of her short, human life.
(L/N) let out a little hum of content as she began to shift the position of her body. She snuggled almost impossibly closer to Douma, stuffing her face into the crook of his neck. She then began to speak, and the demon smiled as he felt her lips move against his skin.
"Have you ever thought of settling down?" she murmured curiously, the mere thought of being tied to Douma making her subconsciously smile.
"You're asking as if you want to settle down again," he remarked. "Have you not already learned from the horrors of your previous marriage?" He suddenly spoke with such authority that his voice had practically darkened. It held a different kind of force compared to the light playfulness in which he spoke earlier, completely driving the atmosphere down a negative slope.
(L/N) shivered from the tone of his voice. Her soul felt threatened by the sound of it alone.
He must've noticed her spike in fear, because he leaned in even closer to continue his silver-clad words that would put her in place.
"Do you not remember what I told you about your husband?" he continued to mutter, his breath hitting the cold shell of her ear. "Have you forgotten my words, (Y/N)?"
"N-no," she squeaked. Her voice picked up, audibly shaky and becoming defensive. "I just... I just thought you would treat me better than h-him, and I..."
She trailed off at Douma's looming silence. Even as she gulped, she could feel his eyes staring down at her intensely, and incredibly demeaningly.
"Aw," he giggled lightly, though the taunting tone in his voice made it sound indubitably mocking. "You trust me that much?"
He was so giggly, that (L/N) could practically hear the smile forming on his lips as he spoke those words. It felt sinister, and her body froze upon the feeling of sudden, unadulterated fear coursing through her body.
She felt like any one of those other women that Douma killed and devoured in that moment, the utter helplessness catching her breath stuck in her throat.
What had just happened to cause this sudden change in mood? Did she defy him? Anger him? Was she in trouble? Would he dare to give her the same fate as those other women he consumed? Surely, she was specialโright?
"C'mon," he giggled excitedly, traces of danger still lingering in his voice. "You didn't answer my question," he pouted as his large hand began to rub harsh circles down on her bare hip.
(L/N) jolted from the sudden movement. She let out a squeak whilst her body began to squirm.
"You trust me enough to be your new husband?" he asked again. But before she could even let out a sound to respond, his lips brought themselves harshly down against her own. She whined below him from the sudden forcefulness of his actions, and shifted uncomfortably from the tightness in which he held her. "I already know your answer," he confirmed against her bruised lips. "But I want to hear it."
She continued to whine from the constrictions of his body, finding herself gasping for air every moment she got. The women panted heavily when he finally released her lips, moving down to harshly bite on her neck where dark bruises were already scattered from the events that finished only minutes before. But her mind was too hazy to even speak to him right now.
First he scares her with his silver tongue of manipulation, then he begins another round to make love to her while she's still grasping on to that feeling of fear?
"How dare he," is what she would say, had she not been absolutely lovesick for this demon.
"If you don't answer me," he muttered lowly as he bit down on the end of her ear. She shivered from the warmth of his breath.
"I'll kill you."
He wasted no time in getting his way with her, making her scream words of confirmation to his question throughout the rest of the night.
Introduction: My name is Aron Pacocha, I am a happy, tasty, innocent, proud, talented, courageous, magnificent person who loves writing and wants to share my knowledge and understanding with you.
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