Demonic King and Peasant Girl(TO BE UPDATED SOON)
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,915
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5
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Demonic King and Peasant Girl
-Inspired by Thomas Metcalfe
-3/25/08
“But my lord, a mere peasant girl? ” A man that stood no taller than 4 feet stood before the demonic king. Sweat trickled down his face and his eyes filled with concern. His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned a tremendous frown. His hands were laced together behind his back as he paced back and forth in deep thought. He was awe struck.
This was the era of great demonic kings and queens. This was the era of mystical magic users and faeries who floated around in forests. There were dwarves, orcs, gnomes, elves, and even unicorns. This was the era where there was no such thing as fantasy, but instead everything was reality.
The demonic kings were the greatest race of them all and since they held so much power they could have anything and everything they ever wanted. But this demonic king that the man stood before wanted something odd. He wanted a peasant girl.
“But M’lord... a peasant girl, they are not clean. Why not a princess?” The man asked.
“Benjiman, how dare you question me.” The demonic king growled and his eyes glowed furious.
“I’m sorry M’lord, I’ll have the men grab the nearest peasant girl around.” Benjiman bowed his head, shivering in fear. He definitely did not want to get zapped with a lightning bolt or have his face bitten off by one of the king’s demonic puppets.
“Hold it Benjiman, I don’t want ANY peasant girl. I want one who will fulfill my needs. One who I think is WORTHY.” The king demanded, his scowl from Benjiman’s questionable attitude soon turned into a smile. “We shall have a ball. No wealthy women allowed, but instead, invite these peasant girls. Send word to every peasant female around.” He finally added before snapping his fingers and disappearing in a puff of black smoke.
Benjiman sighed greatly and fell back onto his bottom. He wiped the sweat that dripped from his forehead onto his shirt sleeve and leaned his head back, looking up at the dimmed ceiling of the room. This task could be easily done, but he wasn’t quite sure why the king was looking for a peasant. Benjiman would have thought his king’s preferences would be set much higher than some dirty girl who probably cleans bathroom floors and eats cooking pan scraps. ‘How filthy,’ Benjiman thought as he pushed himself off of the floor and began making his way out of the room and into another.
He clapped his hands a couple of times and soon demonic beings appeared in front of him. He smiled wickedly and bowed, “Well men.” He cleared his throat, “Demon King, Thomas would like for you to preform a little task.” The demonic beings scoffed, thinking that they were going out to slaughter more foes or innocents. But once they heard the news about spreading the word, they grumbled and kicked like little toddlers.
“Now, now, puppets. The time for slaughter will come soon after. Just make sure to take human form and appear in front of every peasant girl’s door step. Only invite them, and not their owners or caretakers. Make sure they are young and beautiful as well. We will not tolerate ugly and obese women.” Benjiman nodded and dismissed the king’s demonic servants. He then walked out of that room and went to attend different business.
***
The Demonic King stood at 6'3 in human form. His eyes glimmered a bright blue and he had fair skin and brown hair. His body was built with intense muscles, abs, biceps, and everything would just glimmer in the sunlight. He was definitely a god in this form, everyone of every race swooned over him, even the males.
At the moment he sat on the corner of his chamber bed, his legs spread and his pants down. His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was opened wide to let out a loud moan of contentment. His hands gripped the bed sheet and his body shook at the intensity of the pleasure. In between his legs was a demon woman. Her skin was pale, almost white, her hair was slick and jet black and she smelled of sugar. Her breasts popped out of the black, leather, boostier she’d been wearing and the scent of her wet pussy filled the room. Right now, her tight mouth engulfed the king’s huge cock. Her head bobbed up and down and her hands fondled with his balls. She moaned as she took every inch of the savory white goodness into her mouth and down her throat. She could taste the king’s juices seeping out of his cock, turning her on even more. Oh, how this demonic woman wanted to be fucked by this great demonic king. She couldn’t wait.
She kept sucking up until the point where he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head off of his cock. He made her face him and he stared directly into her dark eyes with his blue eyes. She licked her lips as she looked at this masculine beauty. Her hands took hold of his cock and she began stroking it as she stared into his eyes. The king smiled at this and bent over to give her a deep kiss, his tongue slipped into his mouth and began war with her tongue.
Soon the king pulled away and pushed the demonic woman’s hands away. She pouted, eager for some more. “Patience...” He whispered huskily. The king grabbed the woman by the arms and flung her onto the bed. He tore off her underwear and quickly stuck his huge index finger into her tight, wet opening. As he pumped in and out, he made sure his thumb fondled with her clit. The king smiled at the results he was receiving. The woman moaned loudly, and she moved her hips, trying to meet the thrust of his finger.
“Please, king take me.” She pleaded.
“In time...” He teased.
“Please, KING PLEASE ” She soon cried as he began drilling his finger in hard and faster. “King, I might cum.... PLEASE ” She added with a whimper. That alone made him stop, he pulled his finger out gave it a quick sniff and a lick then got his cock ready. He placed it right at the entrance of her tight, throbbing pussy. Then in no time he stuck his cock in as fiercely as he could. The woman let out a deep and loud cry.
The king moaned loudly himself as he began to thrust in and out. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. As he fucked her, the woman’s breasts began bouncing up and down and he couldn’t help but grip them both in hands and squeeze and lick them. Soon, he felt her pussy contracting, getting tighter by every thrust.
“Fuck woman...” He growled, grabbed her by the hips and gave in one more gigantic thrust. Soon he spilled his seed into her pussy and right after, she had squirted her juices onto his big white cock. He pulled out of her the moment she had done so and got up, wiping the sweat from his face. He smiled down at her held out his hand as if he was going to help her up, but instead a bright light ball formed in the middle of his palm.
“Time for you to go.” He laughed maniacally, and shot a lightning ball from his hand to the woman’s head. She screamed in terror and disappeared in a cloud of smoke that smelled like burned sugar. ‘She was just another tramp waiting to be punished.’ He shook his head and sat down, his cock limp and his body glistened in sweat. “Aw, well. She’s gone.” He laughed and laid back, closing his eyes with a smile on his face. The king was definitely satisfied by this.
-3/25/08
“But my lord, a mere peasant girl? ” A man that stood no taller than 4 feet stood before the demonic king. Sweat trickled down his face and his eyes filled with concern. His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned a tremendous frown. His hands were laced together behind his back as he paced back and forth in deep thought. He was awe struck.
This was the era of great demonic kings and queens. This was the era of mystical magic users and faeries who floated around in forests. There were dwarves, orcs, gnomes, elves, and even unicorns. This was the era where there was no such thing as fantasy, but instead everything was reality.
The demonic kings were the greatest race of them all and since they held so much power they could have anything and everything they ever wanted. But this demonic king that the man stood before wanted something odd. He wanted a peasant girl.
“But M’lord... a peasant girl, they are not clean. Why not a princess?” The man asked.
“Benjiman, how dare you question me.” The demonic king growled and his eyes glowed furious.
“I’m sorry M’lord, I’ll have the men grab the nearest peasant girl around.” Benjiman bowed his head, shivering in fear. He definitely did not want to get zapped with a lightning bolt or have his face bitten off by one of the king’s demonic puppets.
“Hold it Benjiman, I don’t want ANY peasant girl. I want one who will fulfill my needs. One who I think is WORTHY.” The king demanded, his scowl from Benjiman’s questionable attitude soon turned into a smile. “We shall have a ball. No wealthy women allowed, but instead, invite these peasant girls. Send word to every peasant female around.” He finally added before snapping his fingers and disappearing in a puff of black smoke.
Benjiman sighed greatly and fell back onto his bottom. He wiped the sweat that dripped from his forehead onto his shirt sleeve and leaned his head back, looking up at the dimmed ceiling of the room. This task could be easily done, but he wasn’t quite sure why the king was looking for a peasant. Benjiman would have thought his king’s preferences would be set much higher than some dirty girl who probably cleans bathroom floors and eats cooking pan scraps. ‘How filthy,’ Benjiman thought as he pushed himself off of the floor and began making his way out of the room and into another.
He clapped his hands a couple of times and soon demonic beings appeared in front of him. He smiled wickedly and bowed, “Well men.” He cleared his throat, “Demon King, Thomas would like for you to preform a little task.” The demonic beings scoffed, thinking that they were going out to slaughter more foes or innocents. But once they heard the news about spreading the word, they grumbled and kicked like little toddlers.
“Now, now, puppets. The time for slaughter will come soon after. Just make sure to take human form and appear in front of every peasant girl’s door step. Only invite them, and not their owners or caretakers. Make sure they are young and beautiful as well. We will not tolerate ugly and obese women.” Benjiman nodded and dismissed the king’s demonic servants. He then walked out of that room and went to attend different business.
***
The Demonic King stood at 6'3 in human form. His eyes glimmered a bright blue and he had fair skin and brown hair. His body was built with intense muscles, abs, biceps, and everything would just glimmer in the sunlight. He was definitely a god in this form, everyone of every race swooned over him, even the males.
At the moment he sat on the corner of his chamber bed, his legs spread and his pants down. His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was opened wide to let out a loud moan of contentment. His hands gripped the bed sheet and his body shook at the intensity of the pleasure. In between his legs was a demon woman. Her skin was pale, almost white, her hair was slick and jet black and she smelled of sugar. Her breasts popped out of the black, leather, boostier she’d been wearing and the scent of her wet pussy filled the room. Right now, her tight mouth engulfed the king’s huge cock. Her head bobbed up and down and her hands fondled with his balls. She moaned as she took every inch of the savory white goodness into her mouth and down her throat. She could taste the king’s juices seeping out of his cock, turning her on even more. Oh, how this demonic woman wanted to be fucked by this great demonic king. She couldn’t wait.
She kept sucking up until the point where he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head off of his cock. He made her face him and he stared directly into her dark eyes with his blue eyes. She licked her lips as she looked at this masculine beauty. Her hands took hold of his cock and she began stroking it as she stared into his eyes. The king smiled at this and bent over to give her a deep kiss, his tongue slipped into his mouth and began war with her tongue.
Soon the king pulled away and pushed the demonic woman’s hands away. She pouted, eager for some more. “Patience...” He whispered huskily. The king grabbed the woman by the arms and flung her onto the bed. He tore off her underwear and quickly stuck his huge index finger into her tight, wet opening. As he pumped in and out, he made sure his thumb fondled with her clit. The king smiled at the results he was receiving. The woman moaned loudly, and she moved her hips, trying to meet the thrust of his finger.
“Please, king take me.” She pleaded.
“In time...” He teased.
“Please, KING PLEASE ” She soon cried as he began drilling his finger in hard and faster. “King, I might cum.... PLEASE ” She added with a whimper. That alone made him stop, he pulled his finger out gave it a quick sniff and a lick then got his cock ready. He placed it right at the entrance of her tight, throbbing pussy. Then in no time he stuck his cock in as fiercely as he could. The woman let out a deep and loud cry.
The king moaned loudly himself as he began to thrust in and out. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. As he fucked her, the woman’s breasts began bouncing up and down and he couldn’t help but grip them both in hands and squeeze and lick them. Soon, he felt her pussy contracting, getting tighter by every thrust.
“Fuck woman...” He growled, grabbed her by the hips and gave in one more gigantic thrust. Soon he spilled his seed into her pussy and right after, she had squirted her juices onto his big white cock. He pulled out of her the moment she had done so and got up, wiping the sweat from his face. He smiled down at her held out his hand as if he was going to help her up, but instead a bright light ball formed in the middle of his palm.
“Time for you to go.” He laughed maniacally, and shot a lightning ball from his hand to the woman’s head. She screamed in terror and disappeared in a cloud of smoke that smelled like burned sugar. ‘She was just another tramp waiting to be punished.’ He shook his head and sat down, his cock limp and his body glistened in sweat. “Aw, well. She’s gone.” He laughed and laid back, closing his eyes with a smile on his face. The king was definitely satisfied by this.