Shemjaeza Malakhim and Raith Malakhim are characters made by Jabez and I use them with his permission. Demoncia Lunaris is mine.
Place: HayllCharacters: Green Jeweled Prince Shemjaeza Malakhim
Black Jeweled Black Widow Warlord Prince Raith Malakhim
Grey Jeweled Black Widow Queen Demoncia Lunaris
Writer of this chaper: Mel (aka Me)
Demonica's golden spheres moved over Raith from head to toe and back again as she settled down in her seat to admire her work. She knew that body; she knew every muscle, every curve. She knew how his skin tasted and how it felt to have him hovering over her. She knew the touch of those lips and she knew what it felt like to have his cock sheathed between her legs… None of it gave her more pleasure than what she now saw. She doubted anything ever would. Demonica had played him for the past decade or more, she'd lost count of the time, playing the good girl with his family, with him, swearing her loyalty to the man time and time again. Demonica had fooled everyone, had everyone believe she was the devoted lover of Raith Athan Malakhim.
Smiling as she watched him fight with his body's need to move, to scream to fight, she moved her hand down the thigh of the man seated next to her. She found his hand and laced her fingers with his. Shemjaeza Adoni Malakhim, Green Jeweled Prince. Her new pet and one that very well might stick with her. Having lived in Raith's shadow for far too long Shem took to her seduction easily. It was too good to pass up.
Demonica could only imagine what went though Shem's head the first time she approached him. She was Raith's but coming to him for true satisfaction. She wanted him over his brother. Yes, Demonica used his inferiority complex against him a bit but the man was good to her now, had proved himself to her and while she did not trust him completely just yet, he was getting there. Squeezing his hand a bit she watched Raith as she placed a simple, innocent kiss on Shem's shoulder. It was something she'd done to him a thousand times at various parties to calm his nerves, to comfort or just to let him know she was right there with him.
It was something she'd done just before he'd entered the Altar. Now she mocked his trust in her by showing the affection to his brother.
The guards moved a bit and Demonica's smile only grew. Idly she wondered how Minah and the others were making out but that could and would come later. Now, she had to finish what she had started. The Black Widow Queen of Hayll stood and pulled Shem gently up with her, fingers still laced with his. Her Gray jewel rested just above the swell of her chest.
She approached the hanging Warlord Prince calmly and unflinchingly, a smile forever turning her lips up and keeping her golden spheres bright. A cruel vicious smile. Her black dress as simple with its Black and silver corset top and long dark skirt, her heels made confident taps with every step she took. Long ebony locks were pulled up and back into a tight bun, stabbed though with two sticks, a blend of gray and green design on them. Two stands hung at her temples but she tucked those back as she came over closer to her former lover.
"Raith…" she cooed gently as she often had when asking him to join her in bed. "Raith darling." She turned her head a bit to meet his eyes and offered him the sweetest of smiles. One that had fooled him and everyone else for years. "Raith." She stepped closer still, there was disappointment in her voice now, mock sadness. "Scream for me." A purr worthy of the Darkness as she sent a jolt of pain though the ring around his organ. "Scream for me." She reached out to cup his chin, lift his head as she sent another bolt though the ring, stronger this time but no longer than the first. She could sense Shem at her back, ready to pull her away from the fragile Warlord Prince at the first sign of trouble.