"Kyoka," Natsu called for his attendant as he stretched out of bed, his last piece of entertainment left lifeless under the sheets, blood dripping from the source on her neck he had his fill from. She sauntered into other room moments later as he relieved himself for a shower, gesturing the demoness to do away with his last toy. She smiled sickly, eager to give the parts to Lamy for the strange girl to do whatever she wanted with.
"Jakal and Seilah have collected some more humans for you to choose from, I'm sure you'll find some more enjoyment, Master E.N.D." He waved a hand as he entered his bathroom, washing himself of the thick smell, tears, and fluids along with sweat mixing on his chest and thighs. Humans never did last long when he toyed with them, it was more of a mundane excuse to ignore his work rather than an enjoyable moment, though he liked to get off on their screams. Either they lived long enough to keep him satisfied for a month or two, or if they bored him, he would help himself to their blood and put them to rest. Not like they had a home to go back to after Jakal took the lives he wanted for himself. And Seilah had more than enough fun turning the humans from villages they pillaged into her puppets; to service herself or quickly have them do away with one another.
King of Demons, Entherious Natsu Dragneel. He rarely did anything other than make appearances to his people, goof off with others he knew in their realm or fed from the humans his circle of allies had collected for him. Not as though they trusted one another, the hierarchy kept demons like Tempester or Jakal from acting out of line, not in a million years could either take the king in his full form. Tried, they may have before ending up back in Lamy's test tubes for reincarnation.
He dried himself with his flames, dressing in loose clothing that he much preferred to his royal attire. Servants bowed as he made his way down the hall, Kyoka waiting by the stairs to take him to their dungeons, women shackled to the walls and whimpering for help they knew would never come. There was a larger room at the end of the cells on display, his chair a level above the ground as he observed upon those they dragged in for him to choose from.
"Pitiful," They all looked, tired of the constant cries and shaking puppies having been his entertainment for who knew how long. He waved them away and requested more, each line duller than the last. He rested his chin on his fist, the demons nervous as he seemed to be getting angrier, readying themselves in case their king were to blow up. "Have you no one of interest? I'm tired of you bringing women to me simply for their looks."
"One, Master, but we didn't think you would care so much for her attitude," He glared at Seilah as she spoke, ushering in for her to summon whoever they were keeping hidden.
"Let me go! You're lucky I can't kick you, or else you'd be done for!" The girl hissed from the other side of the door, men dragging her by chains connected to shackles around her wrists and ankles. She spat at Jakal as he grabbed her by the chin, the demon grunting and tossing her to the floor below their king.
"She deserves a good beating," His pointed ears flinched as his master snapped, halting him from attacking her with a raised fist.
"Leave me with her," His eyes interested and focused on her glare, excited to see a girl ready to challenge such a fierce demon.
"Where did they collect you from? You don't look like the others who have passed through here before," He hummed, delighted as she turned her nose up at his question, refusing to answer the demon.
"I like you, you know. You're very beautiful," He grinned as she flushed, squirming as she tried to bring her weighted arms forward to hide.
"I am much more than my beauty," She grumbled, sealing her lips again as he stood from the obsidian throne.
"Oh, you are? I'd love to know more, you look as though you've experienced battle before. A mage?" He hopped down to circle her, noticing the binding provided by her chains that distilled the flow of magic from escaping its core. "Your power?"
"Celestial Spirits," She answered, eyes cast down as he held he caressed a lock of her hair, soft.
"My men must have stolen your keys," His eyes lit up as her desperate ones met his, hand traveling against the curve of her body. She was full and thick, throat rumbling with a satisfied growl as he peered at her plentiful body, mouth watering at the idea of her wrapped around him. "I know how precious they must be, you'd like them returned to you, no? Though I'm afraid, you won't be able to summon them either way. Can't have you escaping, now can I?"
"You'd…give them back?" He nodded at her breathless words, her mind reeling a mile a minute as she refused to meet his gaze again, flushed as his hand continued to roam over her. "What's the catch?"
"Catch?" He chuckled brightly. "There isn't one necessarily, but I hope you know that you are to stay by my side from now on. You're much more interesting than anyone I've had yet to meet."
"My friends won't stop trying to find me, I hope you know. They'll look for me till the day they die, even if it is by your hands. They will come for me," She grit, chest swelling with excitement, he liked a challenge.
"I look forward to our time together until that day," With a snap of her fingers, her chains disappeared and were replaced with a thick band around her neck, the choker a more simple version keeping her from being able to use her magic. She held her arms around her chest, white dress in tatters and about to fall from her shoulders much to Natsu's pleasure. This one… he would take time stripping back her layers to be able to fill her mind with only the thought of him. This one, he wanted to conquer. He led her out of the doors they came through, Lucy grimacing at the sight of so many chained to walls, begging for mercy, clawing for her help, her stomach turning with disgust. They were quick to leave, Natsu impressed by the agony on her face, eager to make her twist and write similarly. Kyoka was waiting for him per her usual actions, eyeing Lucy as he offered her to the demoness.
"Have her cleaned and brought to my room," He instructed, turning down the hall and away without a worry about the girl. "Return her without a scratch, and give her back her keys. I'm sure she misses them."
Natsu grinned as he continued on to find Mard Geer, relaying the message to keep the floor containing his chambers clear for the next couple of weeks to give he and his new toy privacy as he broke her into their new lifestyle.
He waited patiently as he heard her feet padding through the hallway an hour later, a random servant showing her the way and leading her through his bedroom door. She flinched as the doors closed behind them, her keys clenched tightly in her fist.
"I'd prefer if you didn't have me paraded around your castle while I wear this," She lamented, gesturing to the thin, red, babydoll nightgown Kyoka had dressed her in.
"Forgive them for their lack of prudeness. Demons aren't that shy when it comes to skin," He said as he stood from his armchair beside the fire, taking her hand in his and gracing it with a soft kiss. "But I was right, you are very beautiful."
"W-What do you intend to do with me?" Her brave exterior crumbled slightly as he massaged her hips, drawing her closer into his hold as they stood in front of the closed door.
"Tonight? Nothing much, since you're a virgin." She blushed at his knowledge, tapping his nose to indicate the aroma she gave him. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable before our first time either,"
"And you expect me to just give myself away?" He smirked at her sharp tongue, he liked how feisty she was.
"Yes, my lady. You'll beg for me in due time," Her blush would never get old, it was very befitting.
"Lucy, address me properly if you're going to keep me as a pet." She huffed, following as he led her through the curtains past the main foyer and to his bed, allowing her to sit before his standing image.
"You're much more than a pet, Lucy." He pouted and took a seat beside her, the blonde fidgeting as she set her keys on his side table drawer. "Don't hesitate to act as though this is your home. My demons won't as much as look at you if that's what you want."
"You're very strange for a man only after my body," She huffed, crossing her arms. "What kindness befitting of a princess when I am your slave."
"You intrigue me," He hummed honestly, twirling a strand of hair in between his fingers, taking in the delightful aroma of her fresh scent. "Please call yourself my princess if you wish. I intend to treat you well, believe me when I say this."
"Foolish it would be to trust a man who had you kidnapped for his own desires. I refuse to give in to your games." Her voice quieted as he stripped of his billowy shirt, avoiding the sight of his bare chest, not as though it was her first time seeing one, but the setting was too intimate for her comfort.
"Call me Natsu." She tightened her lips as he pulled her into his lap, tilting her chin upwards to keep eye contact. "Your moans, I'm sure, would make it sound wonderful."
"I could kick you like this, I hope you know." Her foot twitched in anticipation but failed to comply with her brain, her confidence dropping without the aid of her magic.
"A kiss is all I ask for, you have such adorable lips." Her heart stuttered at his clearly dramatic words, Lucy knowing his only intention was to get her to trust him with these overly sweet sayings but she was smarter than to fall for it. Her hand balanced herself by pressing a hand to his chest, nervously pulling back as he began to chuckle.
"Touch me if you are curious, I want to do the same." She blanched at his honesty, the demon king still waiting for her to lean in and give him what he wanted. She turned away again, refusing to let herself be had so easily, thoughts moving away from him and to her dear friends back at home, willing to stick through this torture in hopes of finding them again one day.
"I would never give in so easily," She mumbled out, holding in a whimper as his nose pressed against the crook of her neck, Natsu delighting himself with the concentrated scent of her blood. He splayed his tongue against her skin, moaning at the sweet flavor, feeling his boner thicken, already excited to have more than he promised her. But she would take time to win over, he had every intention of keeping her alive and well until he could fit himself so perfectly into her mind that she could not live without him.
"Your body is bad at hiding how you feel," He chuckled at her subconscious movements against him, her back arching and chest flush against his own as he continued to tease her. "A kiss and we can go to bed for the night."
She squeaked as he flipped them over, Lucy pressed firmly against the mattress as he loomed over her.
"A kiss, princess."
this actually has a short pair