Page 69 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

Searra

Though there was still much room to cover, it was nearing dinner time. Soon we would need to climb onto the bridge and hail a carriage.

Witnessing the new life blossoming in the outer rings had bolstered my intuition. Some semblance of happiness had bloomed in these desolate lands, and I refused to take it away. I wanted every choice I made as queen to benefit all people, not put them at risk, and especially not our most vulnerable.

“What’s on your mind?”

Ash’ren drew my attention from the sleepy spinning of the day’s events as the carriage entered the gate to Ring Three. His voice was husky with sleep like he’d either dozed off or badly wanted to.

“Am I doing the right thing?” I asked my hands, clasped in my lap. “I wish they had someone better. Someone stronger. I don’t know if I can make these hard decisions with everyone’s lives at stake. What if I’m making a mistake, not hitting Devil with our peasant army? What if they’re hunted down while in hiding?”

“I’ve learned to trust your intuition, even when everything within me screams you’ll finally be wrong.” Ash’ren added the last bit wryly. “You’re exactly what your people need.”

“I’ve failed them before.”

“You had no power then. I know your light, Firefly. Now that you’ve found it, you’re unstoppable. What I did to Hell will be nothing compared to the purification your blinding light has in store.” He no longer appeared tired as he cradled my face. His invigoration was almost contagious. “If you don’t trust yourself, trust me. My faith will always lie in you.”

I bit my lip, a fluttering sensation buzzing through my veins. Doubt was purged from my mind, and I possessed the strength to go on.

I still took a nap through the final rings, though. I only roused when we arrived because I had to.

After washing up together in my chambers, I took care of some secret business before we walked arm-in-arm to the dining hall. Dinner was served to a full long table. I wanted badly to be curled up in our bed, stuffed with Ash’ren’s knot, too full of cum to care about what was about to go down. By the heated glances we shared every few seconds, I wasn’t alone.

There were still a handful of nobles filtering out the grand doors when I couldn’t handle the distance any longer. I kicked him under the table, shivering at the effect it had on me due to the secret surprise I’d inserted earlier. His pupils zapped as I lifted a particularly plump strawberry to my lips. I licked the puckered tip seductively, then slurped the bottom half into my mouth, barely toothing away a tiny nibble before pulling it out with a subtle pop.

A barely perceptible growl rumbled between us. Without a glance at the thinning crowd, Ash’ren bypassed our armrests to snatch my hand. He tugged, causing me to lurch over in thethrone enough to reach the massive bulge he shoved into my hand.

A flush crept over my bosom, up my neck. In the dining hall, very few nobles remained. They didn’t seem to be paying any mind. The servants had silently cleared all empty seats. As I watched, the rest of the seats were vacated, and their tabletops cleared.

“Come here,” I commanded, scooting to the furthest side of the gaudy throne. It was built for Devil, a much, much larger man with a very grand view of himself, and therefore could seat two and a half of me. Ash’ren slinked in beside me, taking up enough space that I had to sit lopsided on his lap.

“Hello, little bug,” Ash’ren cooed. “Are you trying to light up that little booty?”

I scrunched my nose. “Don’t be weird.”

“Let me try again.” He looked away, then snapped back to me with an exaggerated smolder. “Hello, illustrious maiden. My tail has a terrible chill.” Said tail wound around my ankle, slinking under my skirts. “Would you mind warming it for me?”

“Stop being dumb, and knot me.”

All playfulness vanished. Swiftly uprooted, I found myself straddling him on my father’s throne, my skirts pushed above my waist. Without preamble, a curious knuckle rubbed my soaked panties. The shockingly gentle touch was enough to make me latch onto his horn, my pussy quaking, desperate to be skewered by his cock.

“Fires below, Firefly, you’re drenched.” His surprise morphed into something darker when he reached the treat I’d planted. He tapped the studded amethyst toy, sending an obscene shiver up my spine. “You fucking planned this?”

I gave him a seductive grin and slid my hand to his neck, squeezing gently. “How many times did I wake with your knotinside me last night? With your evil cock already fucking me? I had to get revenge.”

“My vengeful queen.” His voice was a gritty rasp. With his hand around my bottom, he played with the plug while my hand hugged his throat. “Take your pleasure from me, then.”

Oh, I would. But there was something I was dying to do first. I slunk from his lap, down to my knees below the table.

“Oh, fuck.” His headthunkedagainst the Bone Throne, knuckles white against the armrests.

Unlacing his trousers, I lowered the waistband until his tremendous cock sprung free, honey dripping from his slit already. I fluttered my tongue along the trail dripping between his puckered head, absolutely living for the deep sounds it pulled from his throat.

Using one hand below his knot to keep him steady, I explored the raised rings next. Smooth skin hugged each rib tightly, making them seem even harder than the shaft in between. Flattening my lips against one, I sucked.

“You really do want vengeance. That wicked mouth is going to suck me dry.”

Hugging his raised skin with my lips, I hummed. His fists flew behind his head, hips pumping. Leaning back on my heels, I giggled.

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