TW/CW; Mentions of d3ath, blood, and cutting (ritualistic purposes), reader is a bit of a masochist(?), slightly rape-y during the smut
Author's Note; Reader is 18-19 in this story, so I occasionally switch between calling her a teenager and a woman since that's what it feels like everyone seems to do when it comes to those ages in real life. The demon king isn't really described all that much here so you can imagine him however you'd like or as whomever you'd like. Also, for anyone who has read my former content.. I apologize for putting most of my writing talents into this one story. Multiple colors are used for multiple different background characters.
You were a normal, human teenager living your life.. until your parents sold you to 'The Crown' for 100,000 dollars. "I'm an adult, I should be allowed to choose if I want to go!" You shouted when you found out but you were still dragged away. You were shoved into a line where the demon king could judge you and other women based on appearance, some of the women seemed to have known what was happening that day and had gotten dressed in outfits that were either very skin-tight and short or baggy and as unflattering as possible while others seemed like they were dragged out of classes, jobs, or even their beds just to be here. All of the women there were trembling, some with fear, others excitement. You'd heard rumors of the kings' previous wives dying on their wedding night, some people suggested the king killed them purposefully, others claimed it was his aggressive demonic nature during consummation that simply ended up being too much. "Her." The king said, gesturing towards you, he seemed bored and annoyed that he had to do this once again but knew that if he didn't then his spot on the royal throne could be invalid without a wife or an heir. "What?" Someone, presumably one of the women who actually wanted to be with him sounded angry. "This isn't fair!" Another shouted, arms crossed like she was a child who hadn't gotten a toy she wanted. As the guards pulled you away, the arguing of the kings' decision grew quieter.
You were brought to a bathroom where servants immediatly began stripping off your clothes and preparing a hot bath. "We're already running late. The wedding's in six hours so we need to get you cleaned up as fast as possible so we can decide on a wedding dress." One of them said as you were forced into the tub, another servant poured you a glass of wine. "Drink this, it'll help with the.. pain tonight." She offered you the glass while another servant poured some essential oils into the water and mixed them around. "I don't drink." You told the one offering you the wine. "Too bad. It helps make things easier for the king." She responded and pushed the glass to your lips. "I said I'm not drinking that." You shoved the glass away, causing it to spill all over the servant's uniform. "You little-" The servant was cut off by the king chuckling from the doorway. "I like her. We'll see how long she lasts." He said, staring at you from the doorway. "Y-your highness.." The servant with wine spilled all over her bowed. "Get out. All of you. I want to speak with my bride alone." He watched as the servants quickly scurried out of the room. "You seem.. different than the others I chose. I'll allow you anything you want before our wedding." He offered, sitting on a stool despite his eyes raking over your form in the water. "I want to ask you some questions." You responded, adjusting your position so you were more comfortable in the tub. "Go for it." He replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright.. why not choose one of the women that wanted to be here?" You asked, watching as his eyes widened momentarily, assuming you'd be asking questions specifically about him or his demonic powers. "Uhh- you stood out. You seemed different, you weren't trembling with anything unlike the others, you weren't wearing anything too revealing or intentionally hiding your figure." He shrugged as if it was that simple. "Ok.. well, how did your previous wives die?" He seemed surprised by your bluntness and approached the tub. "Why do you want to know that?" He questioned and you shrugged. "Just curious. As your bride, I feel the need to know, plus there are rumors. I want to know if you're planning on intentionally getting rid of me since that doesn't make much sense. You require at the very least, a biological heir to keep the throne so killing wives on your wedding night doesn't help you keep the throne." You responded, staring up at him. "You're.. correct. I cannot keep the throne without a blood heir at the very least so killing my wives on our wedding night would be stupid. They died because of my aggressive approach in bed. Demons are very possessive and rough lovers, and I accidently tore some of them while attempting to consummate our marriage.. others ran away due to not enjoying the pain produced during consummation and I just.. didn't feel like properly divorcing them since I was embarrassed that I was too rough in bed so I claimed they'd died." He explained, looking at the floor as he did so. "If that's the case, why do you need a human wife? Wouldn't a demon wife be able to handle the consummation and procreation?" You asked, scooting closer to him. "It's tradition for demon kings to procreate with human women, plus it pisses the angels off." He responded, eyes coming back up a bit to meet yours. "What other traditions do you have for weddings?" You asked, earning a smile from your groom. "Well, for starters, demon brides traditionally wear black instead of white since white is a more angelic color, we also have a ritual for binding the couple together.. they cut their palms and hold hands while kissing to seal the marriage by mixing their saliva and blood." He seemed to smile fondly at the idea of a traditional demon wedding before clearing his throat. "But we'll have a more humanized wedding since you'd prob-" You suddenly cut him off. "I want a traditional demon wedding.. perhaps we could discuss it more in depth if you get in the tub?" You suggested, mainly so you could see what you'd be working with during consummation.
"Are you asking to bathe with your groom before the wedding?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. "Yes." You responded, splashing water on him. He froze for a moment, clearly not used to having someone splash water at him. "I.. suppose I was going to bathe before the ceremony anyway." He muttered before stripping his clothing, revealing his toned muscles and.. very well-endowed, veiny cock. His skin had intricate black markings covering most of it like tattoos, not to mention all the scars from his possible decades of life. He climbed into the tub, causing the water to rise and the tub to become crowded. "So.. any other traditions?" You asked, eyes trailing over his body. "Yes. The bride is meant to suck the groom off in front of everyone." His words made your eyes immediately dart to his face. "What?" Your question seemed to amuse him. "Only joking. The only other tradition is the bride and groom intertwining tails but, of course, you don't have one." He used the tip of his tail to splash water back at you for payback. "What if I held your tail or you wrapped it around my arm?" You suggested, glancing at the spear-like tip that seemed to twitch under your gaze. "That.. could work.. why do you want a traditional demon wedding though? You're a human." He tilted his head, studying you. "I'm assuming that we'll be wed in front of your people for the most part. Besides, I'd be the queen of-" He cut you off. "You will be my wife but not a queen.. at least not right away. You will serve me first, be kept tucked away in my chambers, maybe I'll take you out to stores or restaurants once in a while, but you will not be queen until I decide you are ready." He stated, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "What if you don't decide I'm worthy? Do we divorce? Do I get killed? Do I become a servant? What would happen to our heir if we produce one before you decide?" You questioned, eyes narrowing at him, challenging him. "I'd have a second wife, a demon wife who would help me rule. She wouldn't produce heirs, ours would be the only legitimate heirs to the throne. As for you.. you'd be free to do whatever you want. We could even divorce if you'd prefer but our offspring would stay here. If we stay married, however, you wouldn't be allowed another husband. You would stay loyal to me. You would be my primary wife, the other one would simply be.. purely for royal duties. You would act as a regular wife, she would be more like a work wife, nothing more. I would work all day and come to bed with you every night. I would be bound to you for romantic and intimate affection, the other woman wouldn't provide anything physical." As he explained it, your mind began wandering a bit. "Do all demon kings have a secondary wife?" You asked, earning a nod from him. "Most do.. maybe not all but most of us do. Humans are typically unable to handle royal responsibilities of the demon variety.. but female demons don't make good lovers, hence why we choose humans to be our primary wives. You would even have a say in who I choose. It's.. similar to humans in open relationships. Besides, my demon wife would have her own separate romantic partner. Remember, this is only if you're unworthy of being a queen. With your current attitude, I'm sure you'll convince me that you're worthy." His tail moved under the water and wrapped around your ankle, the tip seemed to be trying to rub soothing circles on your skin. "Interesting.." You stretched just as soon as some of the servants came rushing back in. "Sir! You're n-" They all froze at the sight of him in the tub with you. "Nude..? S-sir, you're meant to be bathing in your private quarters right now. You don't typically bathe in here." The king rolled his eyes but stood up. "They're right. I don't typically bathe with my brides before the wedding.. I must go, I'll.. see you at the alter." He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, muttering something inaudible under his breath as he left. You were left with the servants who began washing you, helped you dry off, and brought you to another room.
The room you were brought to was full of dresses, but only white ones were picked out for you to try on. "I want a black wedding dress." You said and the servants laughed. "You're a human, not a demon. You're not getting a black dress." One of them, the one you spilled wine on earlier, replied, grabbing a white dress that was more prom-like than wedding-like. "I want a traditional demon wedding with the king. Black dress, palm cutting, a.. variation of tails intertwining." You said, walking over to a rack of black dresses. "The king-" You cut one of the servants off. "We discussed it while we were talking. Ask him." You said, grabbing a couple of dresses that you liked and headed behind a changing curtain. As you changed into the first dress, you heard one of the servants running off, presumably to ask him. You stepped out from behind the curtain and looked at the remaining women who seemed shocked at how nice the dress looked despite not being zipped up yet. "You're gorgeous." One of them said, rushing over to help zip the back for you. "Sh-she still can't wear a black dress. She's a human. White is traditional for humans." One of the others interjected. "I don't want to wear white. It's my wedding, I'm wearing black." You crossed your arms, glaring at the servant. "White. Is. Human. Tradition." She seemed to insisted as the one who'd left came running back in, panting. "The.. the king said-" She cleared throat as she took a deep breath. "The king said that his bride wants a traditional demon wedding and he wants her to get whatever she wants. Black is traditional for demons so she may try black dresses on." That seemed to make the insistent servant upset and she stormed out, muttering about human traditions. "You.. look beautiful in that dress, ma'am." The servant who'd been out bowed. "Thank you.. I have a few other options." You responded and allowed the servant next to you to unzip the dress.
You spent around an hour or two trying on dresses, shoes, and choosing jewelry while the other three hours were spent on hair and makeup before you finally got to walk down the aisle. Your father, despite being in the crowd, didn't even offer to walk you down, one of the nicer servants did. "You look amazing.." She whispered to you before turning and walking to sit with the rest of the castles staff. "Welcome, both humans and demons to this ceremony. We are gathered here today so these two souls can be joined." The demon who seemed to be acting as a pastor said while another demon brought up a knife and two ring on a pillow. "Since this is a traditional demon wedding, we're skipping straight to the point. King Irkoth, do you take this mortal human to be bound to you?" He asked, looking at your groom. "I do. I will.. bleed for her." Irkoth responded, grabbing the knife and slicing the palm of his hand, his black blood pooling there. "And, human, do you take king Irkoth to be bound to you?" The 'pastor' asked, turning his attention to you. "I do." You responded and reached out to take the knife from Irkoth, your fingers brushed against his momentarily and you heard your parents gasp. "Wait! We object! She-" Your mom shouted but you slashed your palm and pressed it his bleeding one, fingers intertwining. Irkoth leaned down, not bothering to wait for the 'pastor' to say his next line before he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips. "You.. may now seal this bind..?" The 'pastor' said before quickly moving away from you two. Irkoth's tail came up and wrapped around your free arm while his free hand moved to your waist, pulling you against his body. Your parents were shouting something about how you couldn't do this to them and that they were sorry, but you didn't care, besides, guards dragged them away anyway. "Irkoth.." You whispered as you pulled back. "My wife.." He responded, pressing his forehead against yours. He let go of your waist and reached over to grab the rings. "I forgot to mention this tradition. You will put my ring on my left horn. Very similar to normal human wedding rings." He said, slipping yours on your hand before placing his in your palm. You reached up and carefully placed the ring on his horn, earning cheers from the crowd. "Do you want to go to the reception for a few hours or.. shall we find out your fate now?" He asked, he sounded.. upset that your time together would come to an end because of his own nature. "I'd prefer going somewhere more private with you." You responded, following him out. The staff seemed worried but didn't question where you two were going.
Ikroth led you to what would be your shared chamber, it was very spacious even with a giant bed that could probably fit more than the two of you on it. The room was clearly mostly tailored to his preferences due to the lack of a wife to share it with. "Wh-when I'm getting more aggressive-" You cut him off. "Help me get out of this dress, would you?" You asked, turning your back to him so he could unzip it. "When I'm getting more aggressive," He continued, sliding the zipper down slowly. "I want you to know that it's not a punishment or rage or anger towards you. I'm naturally aggressive and I can't help it when I'm trying to.. have sex with my wife." He stated, watching as you stepped out of your dress, his eyes glued to your mostly nude body like a predator stalking its prey before it would pounce. "I thought we already had the aggressive nature talk." You responded dismissively as you walked to the bed, Irkoth following close behind you, practically tearing his clothes off as he walked. "I just don't want you to think that you have anything to do with my aggression." He replied simply, his hands on your hips as he pulled you back against him, his cock throbbing against your ass. "Can't believe you're my woman and you look like this.." He mumbled, clawed fingers digging into your flesh, his hips pressed up against you as much as physically possible. "You're rather impatient, aren't you?" You teased but didn't pull away as his hands slid forward, onto your thighs, fingers dipping under your panties. "Very impatient. I'm used to getting what I want the second I want it." He responded, one of his fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit, drawing a groan out of you. "Tease.." You muttered as he quickly moved his hands. "Strip and lay on your back, spreading your legs." He instructed, backing up to give you room and so he could watch every movement. "If I don't do exactly what you say?" You challenged, removing your bra and panties slowly, almost as if to make a show of it. "Then you'll be punished." He responded as if that was much of a threat compared to being dragged here against your will and immediately marrying the king. You turned to look at him over your shoulder and smirked as you laid on your stomach. "This is how you told me to lay, right?" You asked in a playful tone. "You're either brave or stupid for disobeying a king." He responded, approaching the bed once more. "A king? I believe you mean my husband." You corrected, causing him to freeze as he was climbing over you. "Y-yes.. your husband.." He responded quieter, almost as if he hadn't wanted to call himself that in this particular moment. You were about to question his reaction when he leaned down and kissed your neck, one of his hands holding him up as the other positioned his cock at your entrance. "Irkoth, wait-" You tried to say before he pushed himself inside but failed to do so. "Y-yes?" He asked, not daring to move a muscle while his blunt tip was stretching your cunt open. "N-nevermind.. carry on.." You mumbled, enjoying the burn from the stretch. You moaned as carefully pushed every inch in, it wasn't rough or aggressive like what he'd warned you about. You heard him let out a growl as he pulled back only to slam his hips back down into you. "You're mine. Mine. Mine." Is all he could seem to say as his hips started pistoning in and out of you. "Ah- w-wait- mmph- fuck-" You couldn't get much more out, aside from whimpers and moans as he fucked you, using you like you were just a toy for his pleasure. "S-slow.." You whined but he didn't acknowledge it. He practically folded you in half, splitting you in half on his cock as it felt like your cervix was being hammered further up into you. The pain was too much and tears spilled from your eyes, your moans becoming mixed with sobs. "S-stop! P-please-!" You managed to choke out but he just shoved your face into the pillows.
His claws dug into your hip as he held you in place, causing you to bleed, his mouth moved to your shoulder and he bit down way harder than he intended to, causing blood to spill into his mouth but he was too focused on fucking the twitching, sobbing person beneath him. "Mine.." He growled, hiding his face in your neck as his thrusts grew sloppy. "Mineminemine." He groaned as ropes of his cum flooded your pussy. It took him a minute to come back to reality before he practically jumped off of you. "O-oh.. fuck.. not again.." He muttered to himself and left the room, not bothering to check on you. The servant seemed to rush in after seconds and quickly lifted you. "I liked her.. shame she'll end up leaving.. he's far too rough.." One of them said as they carried you to the bathroom to bathe you. You were pretty out of it, your body seemed heavy - numb - as they got you cleaned up, dressed your wounds, and of course dressed you as well. Some other servants must've cleaned up the mess on the bed before you were put there. "Here, sweetie, take these." Another servant offered you some painkillers and water which you happily took. "Where is Irkoth..?" You managed to ask, groaning in pain as you adjusted your position. "Oh.. umm.. w-well.. he-" One of the other servants, the one you'd spilled wine on hours ago, cut off the one that was trying to speak. "He'll be back in the morning. He knows you'd rather not see him since he probably hurt your.. human body and you're going to leave him anyway." She said, earning an elbow to the lower rib from another one of the servants. "Knock it off." The servant who elbowed the other one hissed before turning her attention back to you. "I'd be happy to go get the king for you if you'd like, dear." She offered and you nodded. "Alright, he'll be here in just a minute." She ushered the other servants out so they wouldn't bother you. Your eyelids were heavy but you insisted on staying away as Irkoth entered. "You.. asked to see me..?" He was quiet and seemed confused by your decision to have him come back. "Your bedside manner could use some work." You responded, snuggling into bed. "Come.." You mumbled, reaching beside you to weakly pat the mattress. He paused before slowly, cautiously, approaching the bed and climbing in next to you. "Even after I-" You cut him off with a small 'shush' and cuddled up to him. Irkoth practically wrapped himself around you being a little more careful not to hurt you.. maybe he could get used to having you with him if you choose to stay.
Can anyone tell I wanted this to be longer? Like.. much longer than it is? ... This may or may not be continued later on, we'll see.
