7. Life in Hell
1262 Words
Medeia
I’ve started to notice that something is different in Hell, I saw buds breaking the crackly soil and fighting obstinately to raise themselves into life.
I suspect that my King’s mate is responsible for such a change. Somehow, Laius’ Realm reflects himself, his anima, his energy. Livia brought life to him and by doing it, she brought life to Hell as well, even to its deepest hollow, Tartarus. She brought flowers as Persephone did in the legends.
Maybe even I, myself, will finally purge my crimes and go to Elysium. Not that my eternity in this part of Hell is miserable. It has its bright side. I have a good job and many horny-demon s****l partners. What else a not-so-good soul could ask for?
I went to my new mistress’ chamber, to ask Livia if she needed something. It was part of my new and annoying routine as Livia’s personal maid. But at least this way I could keep an eye on my future Queen and make sure Livia satisfies Laius and keeps him calm and balanced. Not even villains and evildoers wanted an irritated and enraged King of Hell. It was not good for anybody’s health.
I knocked on the door of the royal chamber. But my knocks weren’t answered, instead of it, I heard some chuckles and Livia’s voice.
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3rd Person POV
“No… I am tired.” Liv says giggling a bit and putting some distance between her and her mate.
Laius follows her, walking around the bed and she takes a couple of steps away. She shouldn’t have done it, seeing her stepping away only enticed him further, made him even more eager to chase and capture his prized prey.
He catches her in his arms in a swift movement, so fast that Liv didn’t even see him coming, and jumps to the bed with her in his arms. He starts to tickle her, making her giggle.
“S-stop… that is so-so mean…” she says between giggles. “Not my belly.” Liv tries to cover herself from his tickling attack by folding her arms in front of her belly and neck.
“Sugar, please, I need to have you.” Laius insists. He keeps trying and tickling her as she squirms and giggles.
“That’s much more li-like torture than the dun-dungeon, just saying” she grumbles between giggles.
He revels in seeing his giggling mate, she was absolutely sweet and adorable.
“I’m evil, you know that. This is my evil game.” He says chuckling himself.
“Noooooo, stop!! Goddess save me from this dan-dangerous man.” She yells while wriggling to her sides and tries to curl up into a ball to protect her more tickling-vulnerable parts.
“Let me bury myself inside you and I will stop, Kitten.” He tries to bargain.
“Later… later…” she says still squirming as he doesn’t stop his little torture. He stops a bit and looks at her clenched eyes, she opens them, her face still contorted by the intense giggling.
“Just once more…” his mischievous eyes plead.
They hear a soft knock on the door, but they are so focused on each other that neither of them really acknowledges it.
“No! You already had me once this morning and three times last night. My stuff downstairs is sore, you know?” she says furrowing her brow and trying to hold back a smile to look serious. But she fails miserably and her lips twist in a funny way. He kisses her adorable smile.
“Well, I can always take the backdoor, I’ve just done it once last night.” He reasons.
She sits up on his lap and flashes him a serious look. Then her hands come sneakily up to his neck and she tries to tickle him and have her revenge. But he is faster and pins her arms up to her head, as he presses her onto the mattress and hovers over her.
“Not so easy Kitten.” Laius chuckles.
He peppers kisses all over her face, making her smile and clutch her eyes shut. Her face was pure joy, exactly how he was feeling by having her in his arms, only for himself. His Queen. But he knew she was in pain. She was suffering due to the withdrawal from her other 2 mates. It was like the withdrawal from two blasted drugs, he thought.
He finished his ministrations with a passionate and lingering kiss on her lips, gaze fixed on her sapphire-eyes he says, “Later Kitten. But I’ll ravish you.” He smirks.
“Deal!” she replies with her own playful smile.
“I have some matters to attend to, but soon I will be with you.” He says and adds through their mental link “Inside you.” He winks at her and pulls off. She only shakes her head and laughs in response. Goddess, she is mad about him!
They hear another soft knock on the door. Liv stands up and answers, “You may come in”.
Laius go to his mate and kisses her mouth once more before winking at her and leaving the room. He nods to Medeia on his way out.
“Good morning,” Liv says, smiling at her sulk-looking maid. Medeia has a resting b***h face.
“Do you want to have your breakfast now, my Queen?” she asks bowing down slightly.
“Medeia, you know you don’t have to bow down, right? I mean, every morning I tell you so. I guess or you have a quite bad memory or you like bowing. If it’s the latter option, by all means, bow whenever you want.” Liv says.
Medeia doesn’t acknowledge Liv’s comment. She also did it a lot
“I’ll bring you your herbal tea.” Medeia utters.
“Thanks, Medeia, but I want coffee today.”
Medeia gulps hard but nods.
She looks in the direction of the door, making sure that Laius is not anywhere near before she starts talking. “You can’t deny him, he’s the King”
“What the actual hell? And I’m the Queen and my own sovereign, I can deny whatever I want!” Liv replies enraged. If I couldn’t say no, I’m not a queen, I’m a toy. Barbie Queen of Hell. Heck, people should stop thinking that because my mates are Kings everyone should go to their knees and bow down to them in a catatonic way, she thinks. Liv inhales deeply, trying to calm herself down, she doesn’t want to snap at Medeia.
Her maid is gazing at her in a quizzically and astonished way.
“Medeia, if I just bow to all his whims, I won’t be his mate, but one more of his subjects. He has enough of those. Besides, I would stop being myself, and that I won’t ever do.”
Medeia's sulky expression becomes a tad amused. A tad. She shakes her head.
“I guess you are right. Bowing down to them or poisoning them never helps much.” She mutters under her breath.
Liv chuckles. “Yeah, I haven’t tried the poison part, but I guess it’s a no-go. By the way, I want my breakfast now. Do you want to join me for breakfast?” Liv asks.
Medeia looks at her as if she has grown a second head, but nods. Livia was no ordinary female. But Laius wasn’t an ordinary male either, she thinks.
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