Page 78 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“As many times as it takes,” he corrected, nuzzling the upper swell of my breast. “Until you see how worthy you are.”

“Worthy to you and worthy to rule aren’t the same thing.”

Ash’ren chomped a hunk of my boob, with teeth. I yelped, but he was already soothing the skin with his tongue. He pressed sweet kisses to both my nipples, leaving them cold and tingling when he continued down, between my cleavage.

“You’re worthy of all of it. It’s being gifted to you—by the universe, by the void, whatever—because it’s rightfully yours.” His trail of kisses reached my navel. He kissed the roundest parts of my belly, diverting to my hips. “The power to own it already lies inside you.”

“How do you know?” I huffed. A corner of the silk sheet snagged on his corkscrew horn. When he looked at me from between my legs, it shimmered behind him like the magic of a prophecy.

“I’ve known this forever. You’re the one just now catching up.”

Before I could protest, his sinful tongue teased my seam. After a few licks in, I lost my breath, let alone the courage to argue. Instead of clinging to my dissent, I clung to his horn while he drew me closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Now let me hear you claim it.”

“Claim what?” I grumbled, trying to force his head back to my sex.

“Say, I’m worthy,” he paused to lick, “and lovable,” another lick, “and deserving.”

“Ash!” He hummed disappointedly, sending a quake through my thighs. “I’m not a flaming ever-ice cone.”

He ignored me and went back to his slow licking, letting his long, forked tongue slip into my pussy enough to tease without doing the real damage I needed it to.

“Fine.” I huffed, but he fucked his tongue inside me with fervor, so my petty huff morphed into a breathy moan. “I’m worthy, lovable, and deserving.”

Ash’ren groaned. He added a finger to the fray, curling it inside as his mouth found my swollen pearl. “Again.”

“I’m worthy—ooh—a-and lova—ahhh—lovable, and deserving!”

He coaxed my orgasm straight into his mouth, sucking and slurping as I thrashed, the words echoing through my head.

∞∞∞

Once breakfast was served and eaten, I ordered all the nobles to clear the room except for the pentagilaire. Ash’ren had a duty to the labor rings that was best fulfilled early and would join later.

The working class made up most of Hell’s population, while the wealthy could easily sit in the great hall with elbow room. Unfortunately, these were the ones with the access and power to free my father and sway others to follow him again. The thought reminded me of my weakness, locked away in that tower.

I am worthy, lovable, and deserving.

“I’m sure you all have questions. There have been secrets kept from you all, though I’m sure you’ve had your suspicions.”

Some whispers broke out before I beckoned for silence.

“Devil has held this nation hostage for far too long. It’s time the people were given a voice.”

This time, whispers were the least of the problems. Someone slammed their fist. Others rose from their chairs.

“Where the fuck is our rightful fucking monarch?” someone shouted when silence finally fell. “What have you done with the Bone-Blessed Majesty, King Devil of Hell?”

Heat engulfed me. For a brief second, I glanced around to see who was casting their flames at their queen, until I realized it came from within. I clutched my anxious hands behind my back and cleared my throat.

“Sit down and be quiet,” I snapped. “I am queen regent, and you will have your answers once you all learn to behave with civility.”

To my surprise, the brewing mob simmered. Kind of. I took another steeling breath.

“Three-quarters of Hell are barelyinhabitable labor camps with deadly conditions. The reasons for this are based on lies and greed. It’s time for a change.” The room began to revolt. I rushed to get another sentence or two out before I lost them.

“You cannot strip our authority!”

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