Blooming_Safflower

Who knew that a tiny cut to the finger would hook her to the dark lord?

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Hell broke loose when the bloodthirsty demon prince and conquerer of the underworld was bonded to a brainless underling by a ring. For generations his ancestors ruled the world with the powerful ring. One day, it vanished from the surface of earth and their power slowly diminished. After searching for it for so long to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it finally appeared...

 bonded to a human girl....

and being the direct decendant of the great king and the righful owner of the ring, it enslaved him.

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Frustrated, Que felt like screaming and punching him, but sadly she couldn't do either.

Wiggling her butt, she slid down from his midriff when his hand left her butt briefly only to land back sharply with a smack.

Silence.

Silence

More silence.

"Did...did you just spank me?"

"Stay still."

"That gave you no right to hit me!"

"I'll do it again."

"Get your paws off me!"

"You are the one straddling me."

"It was an accident! What were you trying to do?"

"That's what they all say."

"You... unbelievable!" With a swift motion, he shifted until she was underneath him, his weight crushing her.

"Silence I said..." He growled into her ears a large paw covering her mouth. With his free hand he switched off the light.

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As a famous doom bringer, Que was avoided by everyone. If her childhood sweetheart could abandon her, who wouldn't? 

Something definitely smells fishy when she got a marriage proposal out of the blue right after her engagement was called off. What's more, its to be signed in three days! 

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Hi... Yours Truly here,

Cover not mine,credit goes to the owner.

Married to the Demon Prince

Due to the comfortable warmness beneath her, Que's body subconsciously relaxed, her limps wrapped around the warm pillow as she sank back to her deep sleep.

Nothing beats a restful sleep after a tideous day.

Although the pillow is warm, it's super hard. No matter how much she push it in, it wouldn't sink or bunch up to her satisfaction. But she can't complain, it's way better than the cold hard ground.

She tried turning around for a more comfortable position but something warm was holding her body down making it impossible for her to move around. The fatigue and soreness in her body has evaporated and was replaced with an energetic spirit.

She slowly begin to regain back her senses, waking up when she couldn't move around. The uncomfortable hair sticking to her face was no longer there, fresh cold air is now able to reach her skin. She is no longer covered in dust from the debris coating the the wall.

70. Rescue.