Theme: Catch Your Breath (with Demon intro) by CFO$ because I'm a weird guy.

For the purposes of this fic, let us all pretend that Elsa has no ice powers, 'kay?

The Demon King's Fervor

Just how? How did this happen?

She never even believed in the tales spoken about him by the townsfolk, she always thought he was just a myth created by some crazy old hag in order to keep the children from wandering around at night.

She would have never thought in a million years that she, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, would become the only companion of an unholy creature and the lone lover of a demon, but in the name of everything that's blasphemous, she has become both of those things in ten short months.

Ten months of lust and sin.

The Queen couldn't sleep, her mind was in complete disarray as she laid down on one side of her queen-sized bed with a blanket wrapped around her body to shield its nudity. Shivers ran down her spine when she felt his breath tickle the back of her neck. Slowly, she tilted her body around so she could face him, and Elsa intently stared at The Demon King's sleeping form, her eyes drank in the sight of the jet black skin of his face, accented by what appeared to be a painting of a white skull with sharp teeth, in spite of it all though, he still looked so devilishly handsome as he slept. He wasn't snoring but his long, steady breaths were heavy and content. Her gaze then traveled to the root-shaped demonic markings trailing from his neck to his chest, they were glowing dark red, vividly reminding her of his power.

Of what he can do.

To her.

Elsa looked wistfully at his closed lids, knowing that a pair of the darkest and most terrifying shade of blue was hiding behind them, those little blue orbs of his that had managed to stab her very soul with the simplest of gazes and make every fibre of her being tremble with the mixed sensations of fear and excitement.

"Ohh..." she gasped when the hand that had been resting on her lower back mysteriously made its way down to stroke her folds.

"What are you thinking about?" The Demon asked in his usual deep voice.

"Nothing, I was just... Oh, god..." her words caught up in her throat when he inserted two fingers inside her before prying her blanket away. Though he'd seen her naked so many times before, Elsa suddenly felt self-conscious and instinctively crossed her arms to cover her breasts from his vision, but The Demon would have none of it; wrapping his free hand around her wrist, red smoke suddenly formed in his chest, it flowed down his arm and exited his body through his hand, the searing heat burned Elsa and she yelped out in pain, his hand was so hot with the fires of hell and her arms could do nothing but give away and expose her full bosom to his need.

Strangely enough, he left no burnt marks on her skin, for which she was very thankful for.

"You're so beautiful," he chuckled breathlessly before he clamped down on her breast and stroked her nipple with his tongue as his fingers continued to work their magic inside her womanhood. Then, as if to further the torturous pleasure he was giving her, The Demon's mouth left her breast and before Elsa could breathe, she felt his teeth–fangs graze on the side of her neck, the bite was hard enough to draw blood and to instigate another moan from her. She couldn't tell if she moaned out of pleasure or out of pain. The crimson liquid oozed out from the wound, and he licked her clean with one clean swipe of his tongue. She should have known that he would do that. That was his thing after all, apart from being in control and dominant in bed, he liked blood. He liked its appearance, dark crimson on her flesh, the way it flowed over her pale skin like graceful little waterfalls, and most of all, he liked–loved its taste, sharp and metallic as he let his taste buds feast on it.

"Ahh! God!" Elsa screamed at the top of her lungs when the dam that had been building inside of her gut finally broke, she squeezed her eyes shut as her body twitched involuntarily and buckled against The Demon's hand. She felt the fire in her core escalate to an inferno, her canal drowning in her fresh juices as she came down from her euphoric high.

"My turn," she heard him let out a sadistic chuckle before he shifted his body and hovered over her, and when Elsa opened her eyes, she gasped audibly when she saw the way he was looking down on her. The moonlight pouring through the curtains illuminated his raven skin, giving the white skull painting on his face, and the already-glowing red markings on his chest a ghost-like radiance. The lustful look on his face, emphasised by his grin, was so intense, and then there were his eyes, she felt as if those dark azure pearls were melting her very soul, he was staring at her with such ferocity making it difficult for her to break away from his gaze. The sight of him licking his lips in anticipation was enough to make her lower lip tremble slightly.

He looked like a cat who was about to eat the canary.

She looked like a woman who was going to get fucked.

The Queen closed her eyes once again, hoping that the pain he was about give her would end soon. Ten seconds passed, then fifteen, then twenty, but The Demon remained still and didn't move as she had expected. Suddenly, she felt his hands gently cup her face, and to her surprise, he placed tender a kiss on her forehead, his mouth resided there for several moments before he rained down soft kisses all over her nose and cheeks, and when his lips finally found hers, Elsa released a throaty moan. Whether it was out of pleasure, surprise or confusion, she didn't know. How could someone so demonic have a pair of lips as tender as the ones she felt?

He lifted his head just as Elsa had opened her eyes, their noses touching. The only sound that could be heard inside the room were their loud and frequent intakes of breaths as The Demon and The Queen stared at each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"You look even more beautiful when you're scared," he finally whispered, breaking the lengthy silence. "But I don't want you to be scared. Not anymore."

Elsa was positive that her heart had just leapt from her throat.

"T-take me..." she breathed as tears cascaded from her eyes, for the first time though, the tears she was shedding were overwhelming with joy. And it wasn't just the words that did it, it was the look in his eyes, his eyes which had always terrified her to no end, were beaming not with lust, but with sincere adoration. Wordlessly, she raised her hand and reached over to entwine her delicate fingers with his, the act making his lips form into a real smile. "Please."

The Demon gave her a subtle nod as he slowly pushed his granite hardness into her slick and tight passage, and a second later he was completely inside her. Letting out a pleasure-filled moan, Elsa tightened the grip of her fingers around his hand, his breath is ragged and hot against her neck as he moved in and out of her, she shifted her hips as her body relaxed and adjusted to the feeling of him, the little bit of discomfort finally disappeared and gave way to bursts of pleasure as they moved together. She adjusted position slightly, wrapping her legs around his waist, and when he plunged his cock into her again something just clicks. "Oh, god, yes, give it to me! Fuck me just like that!" she wails shamelessly, her head falling back as she grinds up against him to meet his powerful thrusts.

Red smoke once again engulfed The Demon's entire frame as he took her words as a form of encouragement before his thrusts became harder and more frenzied. This time though, the burning sensation she had felt earlier was absent.

Elsa didn't know how much time had passed, nor did she care, she was in his arms and nothing else mattered in that moment but their sinful lovemaking. Before long, the two of them were already bathing in each other's sweat. The Demon groaned and gasped as loudly as she did as he continued to fuck her with all his might. He then pressed his cheek against hers and continued to charge forward in a pace that nearly made her lose her sanity. Sensing that her companion was nearing his end, Elsa arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, almost holding on to him for dear life.

And with one final thrust, he exploded inside her, Elsa could feel him pulsating within her satiated core as he spilled his sticky warm substance, spurt after spurt, while she cried out in delight and gasped his name over and over as she reached her end a second time.

"J-Jack...Oh, Jack... Ohh..."

After riding out his pleasure, The Demon wordlessly laid down on his side, gathered her in his arms and pulled the blanket to shield their naked bodies. Despite the still-looming dread, Elsa always felt safe and sound in his arms. Slowly, she felt her consciousness slip away and just before sleep completely took over, her eyes snapped open and fear came back with a vengeance when she felt his hand shift behind her.

Blood drained from her face and Elsa chose not to move a muscle. She was quite curious about what he was going to do to her next as a million questions raced through her mind. Would he let her go now, or would he finally deliver his coup de grâce now that he'd had his way with her again?

"You know I hate when you call me that," The Demon mumbled as he stroked her hair.

"Wh-what?" Elsa stuttered.

"My name."

"Oh, um," her cheeks reddened. "Sorry."

"Hmm," he hummed. "Good night."

"Good night."

The Queen felt herself smile as she snuggled right in and rested her head against his chest, the warmth of his darkness radiated into her before sleep finally claimed her.

The warm rays of the sun touched her bare skin, rousing the rest of her senses. Elsa blindly swiped her hand across the left side of her bed.

He wasn't there.

The sound of fabric shuffling nearby greeted her ears and when Elsa finally opened her eyes, she was met by the sight of The Demon King, or rather Jack, stealthily trying to put his trousers on. Though his eyes were still blue, the jet black colour of his skin was gone, replaced by his natural pale complexion, as were the skull painting and the demonic markings.

The one standing before her looked like a normal human being.

At least until night time comes.

When their eyes met for the first time that morning, Jack's lips almost instantly formed into an apologetic smile.

"Sorry," he said. "You looked peaceful when you sleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"It's alright," she smiled back, then looked away from him, her expression suddenly becoming somber. "Are you going to vanish into thin air again?" she asked with a surprising amount of sadness in her voice. He was going to leave her. Again. Sure, she'd see him again later tonight, but there was just something about the sight of his departure that made her heart break every time.

Maybe, it's because she was–

No! Don't you go there! He's not even human for goodness' sake! her mind screamed.

"I... thought I'd... use your window."

Elsa could do nothing but nod slowly as tears began to swarm her eyes, and she refused to let him see.

"I meant what I said last night," he said.

"That you hate it when I call you by your name," she snapped.

"No, that I don't want you to be scared of me anymore."

No words came from her as she kept her mouth shut and refused to spare him a glance, fearing that she will end up weeping if she looked at him and opened her lips to speak. Jack's bare feet tapped lightly against the wooden floor of her room as he quietly made his way to the window.

A second later, he was gone.

I don't want you to be scared of me anymore, she repeated his words in her head.

She smiled before laughing and crying at the same time, and though her mind screamed for her to shut up, she couldn't bring herself to do so.

Because this time, she listened to her heart, and it told her only one thing

That she, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, was in love with The Demon King.

This is what happens when you take wrestling gimmicks far too seriously.

Like I said above, I'm a weird guy.