Kourtney_Sspears

All through her life Eleanor has been told of how ruthless and merciless the night creature tend to be. She has read books and scrolls about what they did and have been told tales of never getting close to those people.

But when she turned of age, her heartless father had indeed given her out to the king of this night creatures.

On the night of her wedding, rather than her husband, Eleanor was taken by another demon. A more ruthless and mean demon.

He's the scariest of them all. The most powerful demon that ever existed. One wave of his fingers and a fruitful land turns into an inhospitable dry land.

He is a rumoured living god. 

He's danger.

He's one to be wary of.

The one people run away from just at the sight of him. 

She had summoned him without an idea and a bond was formed.

He hated her for tying herself to him. He hated to be disturbed by a mere human princess. He wanted to kill her, to get rid of her, but he couldn't.

A mate bond is the strongest of all bond. There's no way out of it. He knew if he harmed her he would be harming himself too.
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"You can stay, but I'll never have anything to do with you. You'll never have my love or affection."

And just when Leviathan thought he was done with the human princess, he could feel all of her emotions. Her pain. Her happiness, and slowly, the mighty king found his dark heart drawn to the human princess. 

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Trapped By The Devils Heir

I rushed back into my room feeling so irritated and ashamed of my actions. I never thought I would see how demons and other night creatures fed but I did.


I had seen how long his fangs were and how quickly they peirced into her skin to draw out blood. How his dark eyes had little golden dots in them as he drank from her. The lust in his eyes as he watched me.


I should be terrified at what I had just seen, but I was rather aroused. My entire being was still on fire from the effect of the display I had witnessed.


For the first time in my life, I wished to be a maid. The maid he had willingly drank from. I yearned for my blood to be taken by that demon. For his tongue to roll on my wrist and all over my body and to cry out the same way she did.


I pressed my thighs together to shut whatever ache I felt down there. I shouldn't have this feelings. The worst scenerios coated my mind at the thought of them.


Will it just be drinking from her, or will something else be attached to it?


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