Demon King Who Will Rule the Infinite Worlds

"We are married..." Eve sat on her wedding bed, her wedding dressed dropped to the side of the bed. She looked at the face of the handsome man lying next to her, his snow-white hair spread on the red silk sheets like a halo. She was caressing his cheek. Her hands slowly ran down his body, exploring his muscular abs and toned chest, down his arm, to the edge of the blanket.

She leaned closer to him, taking in his scent. Her heart fluttered. She couldn't wait for him to wake up. No, she could already sense that he was awake. He was teasing her, making her wait. She nibbled on his nipple from the irritation she felt. He should be punished. She licked her lips. A smile spread over his face, as though he felt her excitement. She felt his warm hand on the back of her head, slowly pushing her towards the bulge that had formed under the blanket.

'That's what you get for being cheeky,' she couldn't help but giggle in her heart. The thin sheet of fabric didn't do a very good job of concealing his masculinity. His rock-hard beast stood up against the thin layer. Her hand slipped beneath the cloth, feeling its pulsing warmth. She bit her lips, staring at the big cock.

She climbed over him, kissing the nape of his neck. She traced the edge of his cock with her fingers. She loved his taste, his scent. It made her want him even more. She kissed her way down to his shaft, planting small pecks along the way. She had wanted a proper taste since she first saw him and she got it last night.

"Hm~" she felt her nipples brushing against his muscular chest. It sent a pleasant shiver through her. His soft breaths brushed past her ears, his chest slowly rose and fell. Her hand glided across the smooth surface, brushing over his abs, sliding towards his hips. Her nails scratched at the edge of the sheet. Her fingers slid under the sheet.

His breath quickened. Her fingers moved with a mind of their own, her mind going blank as her lust took over. His skin felt hot against hers. Her body ached for more, the heat emanating from him filling her core, her senses. She gripped his shaft tighter, rubbing her body against his.

"Uhm...Uhn~!" he groaned softly as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked it gently, savouring its warmth and weight in her hands. She raised her body to kiss his lips. She didn't want him to go. It reminded her of what he did last night. How he took her.

She leaned her head to his chest, feeling the rhythmic beating of his heart, letting her worries fade away. Her mind drifted. She recalled the day they first met, their first kiss, their wedding day, and how she wished this moment would never end. He stopped, leaning over her, reaching for the bell by the side of the bed that he rang.

She curled up in his arms, closing her eyes, hearing the maids enter the room as he ordered in a hoarse voice, "prepare Queen for our visit."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Eve pressed her lips, slowly raising her body, slightly disappointed, hearing his command, "Hurry."

"I will," she pushed down her feelings, going with the maids to take a bath and dress. The maids were quick and efficient as they helped her with the bath.

They brought a fresh set of clothes for her to wear. The dress was made to make her look sexier. It had a deep neckline that exposed a generous amount of cleavage.

The long sleeves were made of translucent lace that clung to her skin, giving off an elegant but erotic vibe. Her golden hair was held in place with a small crown-like tiara. The dress was open at the back and clung tightly to her body. The maids finished her make-up and left her to finish up.

"That dress suits you very well, Queen." The maids smiled, taking her to the King.

"Thank you." she smiled. She was surprised at how much the dress accentuated her figure and felt slightly self-conscious about how it looked. She didn't know if she wanted to cover it up or show off. It did remind her that King would only put women in dresses like these because he had something planned for them.

She felt her cheeks turn red. She finally stood in their wedding room. The King was ready too. His snow-white hair slicked back, his shirtless chest showed his strong muscles, his well-built figure in dark-purple pants with a leather belt with silver studs. She bit her lips as she took in his manly scent. She loved that musky fragrance. He grabbed the shirt from the bed, running his eyes over her.

"My King..." she bowed, smiling, feeling her heart thump louder. He smiled at her, wearing his shirt, not saying anything as he walked out of the room, making his intentions for her to follow very clear.

She puffed her cheeks. She had been imagining his praise over her dress, but he said nothing. She could only hope she got that praise after her performance.

They passed by several people who had greeted the King with a bow, but she couldn't help but notice how the guards glanced at her. It didn't go unnoticed by the King. She blushed as his eyes turned towards her. She held onto his arm and gave a coy smile. He said nothing, leading her into the Throne room. It was empty, but there were ton of people waiting outside.

King sat on his throne. She stood beside him. She heard him order the guards to keep people out and prepare the wine. The guards closed the door, and it was just her and him now. She fiddled with the sleeves of her dress.

Her heart was thumping loud against her chest. She couldn't help but wonder how many times she would be summoned like this in her life. How long before he was bored with her? In the novel, he didn't stop after one marriage. He kept marrying, never finding the woman to share a throne with him.

Her chest felt tight at the thought. Her legs were weak. Her mouth went dry as she took a sip of the wine. Her gaze lowered as she waited for him to call for her. Her hands rested on his thigh as she looked up at him with her bright blue eyes. He had been watching her with a smile. Her body tensed as his hand stroked her cheek, but she relaxed a little, smiling back.

Her face burned hot. She held her breath for a few seconds before saying, "I... will serve you... my King."

She moved from his throne to sit down on his leg. It wasn't uncomfortable. He was so muscular. His chest felt strong against her side and the cloth of his pants were very soft. Her heart was racing, but it felt good. Exciting, almost. She leaned against him, trying to look seductive. It felt almost natural to wrap an arm around him and let her fingertips graze his neck.

"I've been dreaming of this moment... for such a long time, my King," she confessed. He felt like an unbreakable tower, and she wanted to bury herself against him.

As she felt him smile, Eve began to get a bit more adventurous. Her hand slipped down and caressed his inner thigh. He gave a low chuckle. The sound rumbling against her.

She leaned up and nipped his chin. He wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged her head back so that he could take her mouth with his. He kissed her with such force, and such possessiveness, that she felt the air being pulled from her. His hands moved over her body, caressing and stroking as they went, leaving a fire in their wake.

She closed her eyes in sheer pleasure, losing herself in his kiss. When he pulled away, her body followed his, trying to recapture the moment. He took her lips again, a little gentler, but still so full of need that her whole body responded, wanting more. Needing more.

He trailed his fingers along her shoulder and then down over the curves of her breasts. She was sure she heard a rumble of satisfaction from his throat at the way she gasped at his touch. His hands were hot and sent goosebumps scattering over her skin as he trailed them down the curves of her waist to the juncture of her thighs. He rested a hand between her legs for a moment before slipping his fingers to the silken folds of her sex. She was hot and slick and wanted his touch.

Her stomach knotted as she waited for him to claim her. Instead, the door to the Throne Room opened and closed. The sound of footsteps filled her ear, making her heart pound against the confines of her flesh. Her pulse pounded in her ears and she felt a surge of wetness from the sudden thought that someone would see her.

"Don't look."

He ordered her with such intensity that Eve was quick to obey. Her hands flew to her face to cover her eyes, though she was unsure if she'd be able to hold them there if he ordered her not to. Her whole body shook from fear, arousal, and a bit of hope that he would make it all go away. She felt like her mind would splinter under the pressure.

The King pulled his palm away from her hand, resting his hands on the throne's arms as the man beside her circled her hair around his palm, holding her in place. She started breathing heavily, staring at the King. His blue eyes were on hers and the moment was almost calming. "Keep your eyes on me."

She nodded slightly at him and tried her best to keep herself calm and relaxed, but with the man holding her in place it was difficult. She was in a position where she felt she could do nothing except to let her mind wander and wonder what would be coming next.

A gasp fell from her lips as the man holding her in place brought his other hand up and brushed the back of his hand against her neck. Her eyes widened a bit and the man let out a little hum of approval, stroking up her neck to her cheek. She pressed back into the touch and felt her legs shake as a wet warmth flooded her core.

The man kept moving his hand up until he was tracing her bottom lip with his fingers, rubbing slightly as he went. Eve's tongue flicked out, running over his skin before he pressed down and entered her mouth. The King said nothing, watching her suck the man's finger, her eyes went dark as she began to lightly bob her head around him.

He removed his finger and her lips closed together in a thin line, a low whine escaped her throat. He brought his wet finger back up to her cheek, and the King smirked before opening his mouth. "Continue."

Eve panted, being held in place in front of the King by the man she couldn't recognise. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip and her tongue peeked out to taste his finger.

He started to move his hand up, the back of his fingers ran along the soft skin of Eve's arm and he pulled away when she started to shake. The man grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it up to expose her thigh and pushed the skirt over to the other side, showing her bare leg off.

The skirt pushed up past her thighs. Her pussy was exposed, a thin sheen of arousal already present as she shook in front of them. The man continued his journey up her body and he pulled her dress down over her breast, exposing it completely. The man guided her hand to her skirt, making the King smile and order, "Hold it up for our guest."

Eve trembled, "Yes...Your Majesty..."

The man continued to grope Eve's breasts, her nipple becoming a hardened peak as his finger rubbed over it, circling it, brushing the skin. His hand slipped up to Eve's shoulder, moving up the strap of her dress, and he pulled it off her shoulder, the dress hanging loose around her arms.

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "Spread your legs more for us."

Eve hesitated before slowly opening her legs wider. She wasn't wearing panties, so her wet folds were on display for them to see her hole pulsating and clenching.

A long, needy whine escaped her lips when she felt a large hand wrap around her thigh and slide down her inner thigh to her pussy, the man's fingers pressing against her folds and slowly sliding inside of her.

Eve threw her head back and moaned at the intrusion, her legs beginning to shake as his fingers slipped in and out of her slowly, her walls squeezing around his fingers. She gasped when she felt him rub the sensitive patch on the roof of her pussy and her back arched, a high-pitched whimper leaving her.

Her moans were soft, but audible. "She is sensitive. It will be no challenge at all to make her submit," the man who had groped her before commented, the fingers rubbing against her clit and making her hips twitch and buck against his hand, a broken moan leaving her as her stomach tightened. She was already close.

"Look at the little slut. She loves it, Your Majesty."

She whined softly as she was played with. Her juices were flowing down the man's fingers. His rough thumb was still pressing hard into her clit as two of his thick fingers pressed inside of her.

He started thrusting his fingers in and out of her, rubbing against her sensitive spots and making her legs twitch and kick in her bonds, moans leaving her parted lips, her face flushed dark with humiliation as her hips twitched in her bonds, her juices starting to leak down her thighs. She was going to cum. The King would see her humiliatingly cum from just her clit being rubbed.

He thrust his fingers hard inside of her one last time as he rubbed her clit. Her ass arched off the King's thighs, her voice leaving her in a loud cry of pleasure, her thighs pressing together against the man's hand, her juices spilling onto his fingers.

He hummed quietly, removing his fingers, "You want her to be the Queen? She's not trained enough. She's too easy."

Eve shuddered. She was right there, but the two of them didn't seem to care that she could hear them, "No...I can do better..."

She was being held in place by the strangers other hand, his fingers circled around her neck. She grabbed on King's shoulder, supporting herself up. Her nose brushed against his as she pushed her ass out towards the strange man, whispering to the King, "I will do my best...give me another chance..."

King Aurum narrowed his eyes, "Then don't cum until you have my permission," he gave the man a go ahead, nodding at him.

The man grabbed her by her waist, pulling her back towards him. The man pulled down his pants with his other hand. He released the hold he had on her throat and gripped onto her hair instead.

He brought his other hand around and teased her cunt. Two fingers parted her pussy lips. Her clit was engorged and visible, but the stranger bypassed it, instead circling her wet folds and dipping inside, thrusting in and out a few times to tease her.

Eve squirmed in place, and the stranger brought his fingers out. She heard a noise from him and felt him lean closer. Eve's face reddened at the sound of him licking his fingers, "Tasty slut, I can't wait to bury my cock in your sweet little cunt."

The stranger yanked her back so her back arched. He pulled her head back against his shoulder by her hair and kissed her neck. One of his arms snaked down, wrapped around her middle. She could feel his fingers brushing the lips of her cunt.

A small part of her was appalled, she felt her face grow warm. This wasn't happening, this was a dream, this is a nightmare. Her hips were bucking towards him, the pressure was unbearable.

She had to hold on, she couldn't climax for him, she couldn't, she...

She tensed up, unable to say anything. Her mind blanked out. The world melted away as her eyes rolled up into her head. Her jaw dropped as her mouth gaped. Her breathing hitched in her chest, she moaned low in the back of her throat and the world seemed to hold still, as if in the silence. The man buried his cock inside of her, not even giving her a chance to prepare.

He felt even thicker than before, her wet folds stretching as she took him inside, every vein, every throb, all the way to his heavy balls. She felt full, her belly bloated from the intrusion of his shaft. He began to thrust into her, a hand holding her neck to keep her upright. His cock was driving her crazy. Every thrust, every second of stimulation was pure pleasure, her nerves were on fire and her legs felt weak. She was barely aware of what was happening to her body anymore.

With her body pinned in place, his palm grabbing her neck. The other arm around her waist, pulling her onto him, slamming her onto his shaft. It was so rough and hard that her hips and waist ached from the constant impacts, the brutal thrusts, each one jolting through her as her mind raced. It was too much.

A sudden spasm gripped her, a feeling like something breaking, her eyes going wide. She cried out, unable to do anything but just take his cock. Her pussy squirted a hot jet of fluids. She was like a rag doll than a Queen. She had no control over her body at all, his thrusts continued, unabated as she struggled.

There was no reprieve from it. Only his strength was keeping her up at this point, his powerful arm wrapped around her body. Each thrust brought another shock to her system, more of those feelings coursing through her body as she shuddered in pleasure.

She was dimly aware that the tip of his cock was kissing the entrance to her womb, pressing down and pounding against her deepest place. She whimpered, trying to apologise, but nothing coherent came out. Her cunt was clamping down on that massive invader, the sensation almost overwhelming to her senses. She could barely think.

His pace didn't falter at all as he continued to thrust into her. He didn't slow down, and he didn't show any sign of fatigue, his stamina seeming inexhaustible. There was no reprieve from it.

Gasping for breath, trying to catch a break from the overwhelming sensation. Eve could only sag and submit to the invading sensation. The feeling of her cunt squeezing down on that thick invading meat, of being filled by the stranger.

The sound of his grunts, her soft mewling sounds of pleasure as he forced himself deeper and deeper, claiming more and more of her, breeding her more and more thoroughly. Her mind was blanking out from the stimulation, the sheer intensity of the way she was being bred at the order of a husband.

And then, a shift in his weight and a tightening of the muscles in his arm. Eve couldn't do anything but give herself up to it, to accept his might as he finally began to release inside her. There was just the sheer sensation of the stranger spewing his seed inside her.

Her body couldn't resist as it spasmed, and her womb drank of the potent, virile seed being injected into her body. His thick cock twitched inside her, filling her with the hot fluid as it squirted against her deepest walls, her most intimate places.

"Aren't you a good slut. How about it? Become my whore, and I will keep filling you every day, every night," the voice whispered in her ear. A heavy hand rubbed over her stomach. It felt... strange... good, familiar, somehow, a heat spreading from her womb.

Her lips trembled as she guessed who was the one holding her, "B-Big brother?"

Her eyes fluttered open, but they were clouded over and hazy. She looked at the man standing behind her, stunned, when a laugh escaped King's lips.

The man sighed, removing the mask, and everything that Eve's brain stopped her from realising came rushing. His features returned to normal, his hair turned dark blue, his chest broad but slender, much like how his thick fingers changed and turned thin.

There was a troubled smile in his sapphire eyes, "Eve."

"You!" Eve slammed his stomach, pouting. King snapped his finger, making water form from the air, surrounding them, washing them before disappearing as the warm air blew, drying them in moments. She pouted, "You are both are so bad! Why did you do that!"

"I thought it would be good if he joined us on the wedding night," Aurum smirked, clasping Eve's waist, who shifted to meet his eyes, "But he said it's better if he didn't and how you are my wife now. I said you still love him more, and he said you are infatuated with me, and we started bickering."

"Since King is always right. So, I gave him the Mask of Proteus, which changes a person's essence to hide themselves. Even their beloved wouldn't recognise them. But I still believed you would. Took you a while."

Eve raised her legs, her thighs pressed against her breasts as she hugged her legs, leaning back in King's arms, pouting, "Jerks. This is not fair. Big brother, you are supposed to be on my side!"

Augustus patted her head, smiling, "I am on your side," he hesitated, "I thought...you wouldn't need me anymore."

Eve's lips trembled as her eyes moistened, "Never," she said, grasping the palm that was on her head. She interlocked her fingers with his, kissing his fingers, "I'll always need my big brother."

"Eve..." Augustus stroked her head. He softly smiled, "Congratulations...on your marriage."

Eve buried her nose in his stomach, taking in his smell. Her face flushed, "Thank you..." She could hear his heartbeat. The steady thumps reminded her of how fast his heart beats when she kisses him, how fast it beat when they first had sex. He was always gentle, always kind, and always protective. She looked up to meet his eyes, blinking, "You were so rough..."

The King snaked his arm to her boobs, pulling her back in his arms, nibbling her earlobe, "Does that make you horny? Your gentle big brother fucking you like a whore?"

"Your Majesty," Eve gasped, blushing, "can you not be so crude?"

"I am going to be very crude. You are so fun, Eve. I am going to play with you a lot," Aurum smirked, groping her soft breast and squeezing it, his hand brushing over nipples.

Eve arched her back, sweetly moaning from his touch, her eyes met with Augustus. She closed her eyes, turning her head towards the King, her lips dragging against his cheek. She hotly whispered into his ear, "Your Majesty...I'll be your toy...please use me to entertain yourself. I'll do whatever you wish."

King Aurum paused, kissed her head, "You'll make a fine Queen. Don't worry. Augustus's room is opposite to ours. You can see him anytime you want."

"That's very kind of you, Your Majesty," Eve happily kissed his neck, "thank you...thank you so much."

Aurum tucked her sweaty golden hair behind her ear, "It's my pleasure, Eve."