THE DEMON KING JOINS

That afternoon was like any other afternoon Varziel had had after marrying his wife. The suns looked a lot brighter, the sky looked a lot bluer and the sound of birds sounded just a tad nice to listen to.

Varziel was neck deep in documents, most of which pertained to the preparation of his wife's coronation, some of which included the work that was to be done with regard to the disturbance in the east, and a few from the high lords pertaining to issues that they needed him to assist with in their areas of work.

It was a normal day.

He was aware of the tea party that Arella had put together, and was waiting for evening to arrive so that she could tell him everything, while he was balls deep inside her.

The thought of her writhing beneath him was enough to get him working harder, and faster.