My Demon King

4

His eyes sat mesmerizing before me, staring at every inch of me with contempt, his eyes beaming with obvious lustful desire. I didn't know what he wanted, I didn't understand why he was seated here with me either, but I ran with it as if I did.

“How's it like being the ruler of Gomore, Your Majesty?” he questioned.

I sighed, disappointed, “I thought you weren't from here,” I complained, “it would have been nice for once talking to someone who didn't recognize me as royalty.”

“I'm only a visitor here, but your people seem to be very proud of you. Your pictures are everywhere, displaying you as their perfect and beautiful queen,” he informed me.

“I'm flattered,” I smiled, bashfully turning away to hide my crimson cheeks.

“I could understand anyway; you are indeed stunning,” he complimented, “And from the way you rule this kingdom, with everyone being so nice and clean and rather respectful, a lot more than other kingdoms, I have to give you hats off,” he went on.

“You flatter me,” I smiled, my cheeks hurting as I was unable to control my smile, “Thank you.”

“It’s not necessarily a big deal, Your Majesty,” he smiled, turning to the bartender to order drinks, rather expensive ones if I may add that hurt my stomach when I recalled the prices, “My treat.”

“You really don’t have to, I promise,” I shook my head.

“But I wish to,” he smiled. That killer smile, I could almost strip every piece of clothing from my body because of it.

The more I stared at him before me, the more drawn I was; his intense features caught my eye in a very sudden way, in a way no one else has and I don't think anyone else could. Within the seconds he was scanning for words or I was, I appreciated his beauty. It wasn't one a bored queen like me gets to see every day.

“Pardon my manners, I know you are royalty indeed, but I have to ask your name?” He questioned politely, “If it's not my place to, I–”

“Lavinia,” I interrupted, “And you are?”

“Yavol,” he smiled, “What a unique name you have, as gorgeous as you,” he commented.

I turned away bashfully, my cheeks nearly bursting with how swollen and crimson they became, “Such flattery, I'm not meant to be speaking to you,” I admitted.

“The queen isn't allowed to make friends, now?” he narrowed his eyes.

“Not that,” I sighed, “I'm not meant to be here in the first place, I ought to be in bed, preparing for my daily briefing and my grilling daily lectures. I'll be lucky if I make it home in time for the lectures.”

“And when do these lectures start?” He asked.

“The blessed hour of 4, in the morning,” I shook my head, drowning my throat in the sharp taste of the strong drink.

“That's a bit much, don't you think?” He raised a quizzical brow.

“I doubt,” I shrugged, “Those hours between 4-7 are the only free hours I get during the day. Every other has been scheduled in one way or another, aside from this.”

“It's rather unadvisable to come to the club to get slopped and have things to do in the morning,” he shook his head.

“I might just cancel it all,” I took yet another drunk, feeling it getting to my head at once. I began to slur my speech gradually; the man before me seemed even more devilishly attractive, “If you are only going to tell me that, I advise you to leave. I don't need an extra advisor, I have enough that are even more annoying.”

“That's not my intention at all, I apologize if I made it seem that way,” he smiled, “If you hadn't, I wouldn't have seen you today anyway.”

I stared at him for a long while, imagining all the things I could do with him at the back of my mind but I couldn't dare act on it with a total stranger, “Charming,” I admitted.

He smiled, “Thank you, your majes–”

“Stop with that, would you? My name is Lavinia,” I pressed, “Stop the ‘Your Majesty’ bullshit,” I took yet another gulp.

“So Lavinia, tell me about yourself,” he leaned forward, showing off his tattoos from his half-buttoned, long-sleeve shirt. Making me wonder where else he had tattoos.

I sighed, trying to get back my focus after yearning at his broad chest, “Erm,” I stuttered, snapping my attention back to his face, which had a smug smirk on it, “There's really nothing much to me,” I shrugged, “I'm just the queen of Gomore, that's my only identity for now at least.”

“What do you enjoy? What do you do aside from being a great queen all day and night? What do you desire?” He asked gently, his soothing deep voice causing waves beneath my black lace underwear.

“I just wish to serve my people better,” I admitted, “Ever since my parents died and left me this kingdom, it has been rough. I think about them every day and how I should have given them more accolades for this all and shouldn't have judged what they did for leisure either.”

“I'm sorry about that,” he muttered pitifully.

“It's not your fault,” I shrugged, “I just feel like the people were under such a perfect reign where they could come to them with all their troubles. I feel like a burden that the kingdom is trying to care for, rather a pity for because I just lost my parents, and my life has done a complete 180,” I sighed.

My eyes shifted towards Victoria and the guy she was with to see they were kissing intensely like their lives depended on it. I wanted that, I wanted that chemistry. It seemed like they were suddenly sharing, but could I really go a night with a stranger I just met at the bar.

The stranger before me was talking, masculine, broad, everything I wanted and needed on top of me. Even if it was for one night, one night of immense pleasure I wouldn't mind in the slightest.

That was the drinks talking; I couldn't do it, no matter how much I fantasized. But he was just so…tempting.

I didn't realize how hard and long I was looking at them for and when my cunt had begun to scream with need but Yavol noticed as well, turning to look at them kiss as if they were about to take each other's clothes off.

“Is that your friend over there?” I raised a questioning brow.

He smiled, and in his dentition, I noticed a shining golden tooth sparkling back at me. My mother always told me that anyone with a gold tooth is usually up to no good. How could I remember such a thing when the user is such a gorgeous creature?

“Yeah, she is,” I smiled bashfully, “You seemed to come in with that man, is he your friend?” I questioned.

He shook his head, “I just saw him on the way here. We exchanged a few words, and that was it,” he shrugged, “I don't know him from anywhere; all I know is his name is Adam.”

“That's sweet,” I giggled, “Yavol, yes?” I pretended to try to remember his name to try and spark up a conversation as it was dying.

“Yes, Your Majesty. That's my name,” he smiled, teasing me.

I rolled my eyes, “Please stop with that your majesty bullshit,” I scoffed, “You can call me Lavinia, I say again.”

“I'm sorry, Lavinia. My intention isn't to get you annoyed in any way, is there any way I could possibly make it up to you?” A smirk played on his face.

I hoped he was thinking what I was thinking.

The drinks had started to kick in all at once and even if I didn't know this man, I knew I wouldn't regret going back home with him tonight. It'll be something for the records…

…But I was a queen now, I had standards to uphold, I had things to do, I had people looking up to me, I had eyes on me, eyes that did a whole lot of talking if I should be caught doing something suspicious.

At least, that was if they saw me outside these walls.

I was beginning to have the most absurd ideas, realizing I needed to lay down very soon and get away from this man, but I could barely move a muscle on command.

“I would like another drink as compensation,” I smiled haughtily.

“I think that's a pleasant idea–”

“I don't quite think we need any more drinks for tonight, kind sir,” Victoria butted in from nowhere, not even looking half as drunk as me but she always knew how to hold herself better.

She pulled me by the arm, and I couldn't help but pull an annoyed grimace as she pinched me not to say anything, “That's fine, ladies. Would you like a ride home by any chance?”

“No, thank you, Sir,” Victoria continued bluntly, “She has a driver waiting for us right outside, and we wouldn't want to abandon him,” she smiled.

“That would be alright,” he smiled, he stood, turning to a drunk me who probably looked like a mess with my hand swung over Victoria's shoulder, “A dreadful goodbye, gorgeous.”

“Have a nice rest of your night, sir,” Victoria smiled. I could feel her attempt to take me away, but her legs weren't agreeing with her just yet, so I had to take over. Looked like I was in more control than she was.

I wasn't able to move as well, mesmerized by this man who stood before me as he slid a gentle finger beneath my chin, raising my head so I was eye-to-eye with him, “Make sure she gets home safe. No one would want to kill or kidnap their Queen but she, on the other hand, doesn't have multiple guards around her,” he smiled.

“Surely,” I managed to mutter, not wanting to leave and never seeing this man ever again, but I had to before someone noticed I was gone.

His bare finger on my chin left shivers running down my spine. How dreadful it was that I could only by chance see this man again.

But if he was meant for me, I'll see him again.