Back in his arms
Moriah
I can't move, I feel like my feet are anchored to the floor. My muscles are not responding to me. My brain as well, as my surroundings, is frozen. I knew this could happen at any time, but, I thought I was strong enough to accept my fate. Now I see that it’s not the case. I'm cowering, and I can feel the panic start to take over my mind.
Moreover, I know that I can't do anything, but I'm not ready to go back to that place. So, I tried to move my body, I had to face him. I will tell him what I think. Turned my body in his direction so slowly, the image that greeted me turned my stomach. I had already forgotten how terrifying and repulsive this being is.
Armaloth stood in front of me, with his evil presence surrounding us. With his intense eyes, he was watching me closely, making my skin icy cold.
Why? I wondered over and over, why couldn't I live and die like everyone else. What was different about me that made them set their eyes on me?
I thought I could tell him something, but the words weren't forming. Nothing came out of my mouth. What little courage I thought I had, it evaporated. My legs started shaking. My tears started to come out, thinking it was too much.
I was lost and doomed, and nobody, or anything, was going to be able to help me, not this time.
Suddenly, the king raised his arm and offered me his hand. We were a good distance apart, separated from each other. He wanted me to go to him, as always. But how to make my legs move? Probably, the same fear of not obeying him made me do it.
One step and then the other, my tears kept spilt. My end was near, I knew what would await me in his world. But in the next moment, my father's loving words reached me, like thunder crashing through the land. “My daughter is intelligent”
And at that moment I understood that if I wanted to survive in that world, I would have to make it mine too. It was all clear to me at that moment. Like the revelation that had been hidden from my eyes.
I would have to fight ferociously, but most of all with intelligence, against all of them that wanted to hurt me. And I also knew one thing now, I had allies. No more was I alone, in fact, I never was.
The dark horse and the Tree of knowledge were also on my side. I never saw it that way. And now, I have the mighty dragon demon watching my back. A strange heat began to consume my heart, and a single thought was the one remaining, “Take your place, Moriah, the true wife of the king of the underworld. Embrace the crown and own it.”
Now, my steps were steady. I walked towards my destiny, with the strength that I never thought I had. The king's hand was within reach, and without hesitation, I took it. There was an exchange of energy, which stunned me for a few seconds, making me close my eyes. Later, when I opened them, my sight was no longer the same. Armaloth no longer looked repulsive or nauseating. Now, he was powerful. He was the most amazing creature I had ever seen. His greyish skin now shone like the reflection of a crystal.
I couldn't stop staring at him in amazement. I was captivated by his very presence. This being in front of me was my husband, my destiny, and I was tired of denying it. That was my mistake from the beginning. Not having embraced their evil. So, I looked him in the eye, and without letting go of his hand, I said, “Armaloth, husband, I'm ready.”
He smiled and nodded in approval. Pulled my arm closer to his body, and our bodies collided. And that's when I was able to soak up his essence. I couldn't help but get closer, and breathe him in. I laid my head on his shoulder and let his presence comfort me. Then I closed my eyes and the only thing I felt after, was a tremor around us. The next time I opened them, I was no longer in my world.
∞∞∞
When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that we were in the throne chamber. What I notice, immediately, are the thorny branches snaking in my direction. The next thing I knew, I was hugged by them. The thorny branches tangled all over my body, with their thorns dug painfully into my skin.
I was already unaccustomed to its enthusiasm, and how much it hurt. But after a while, the pain disappeared. The only thing I could do is return the hug by caressing them. I don't know how, but I missed them. They were always with me, protecting me. Afterwards, I felt another presence in the chamber, long before I saw who it was. He was calling me, demanding my attention.
I turned my head in the direction of where this presence had manifested. And that's when I saw him emerge from a powerful, dark cloud of energy. My saviour, my fire horse.
He trotted gently in my direction, wagging his tail sideways. Already a few inches away from me, he stopped, and I raised my hand and stroked his snout. He closed his eyes and rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel his energy welcoming me, as well, as the happiness that my presence brought him.
Together, the thorny branches, the fire horse, and I remained entwined for a long time. The energy we were sharing was so warm and peaceful, that I would reject the idea that they are monsters.
At the same time, I was healing the pain that was still in my heart. I could feel it running through every one of my cells. And after a while of being hugged, I remembered something important. I released my horse, which still did not know his name. And I turned my head to where Armaloth was watching us interact. His gaze was full of intensity, and something I could not decipher what it was.
“Where is she?” Armaloth's surprised eyes, if only for an instant, held mine. But he immediately regained his old, cold face. He nodded, and replied, “Well, I'll show you.” Afterwards, he waved his arm in the air, and an image appeared out of nowhere. So, I put my full attention while they were forming. And when I saw what it was, a sigh left my lips. A gigantic three-headed dog was in front of a body lying on the ground.
I focused my vision to identify that demon on the floor, and I could recognize who she was. It was her. Queen Drickblood, my torment. She, along with Armaloth and his demons, made me hate my existence. To the degree of preferring death a thousand times, before continuing to endure this life.
Her strong, muscular, and indestructible body, the same one with which she used to terrify and wound me, was undone, without strength, torn to pieces. Her skin was hanging from the bones. She was nothing now. For the first time in my life, I was glad that someone was suffering like she was.
Then I turned my attention to Armaloth, and with my glare filled with resentment, I said, “Why aren't you there with her, sharing the same punishment? Don't think I have forgotten what you did to me.”
The king's eyes turned dark as an abyss. And with the wave of his hand, my body flew to where he was. For a moment, panic seized my stomach. All the memories of what he did to me came back, like a tsunami, washing away everything in its path. But my father's words were constantly ringing in my head and were stronger than my fear.
I have to be able to stand on my two feet. It’s up to me now, what kind of life I'll have here.
My body slammed against his chest, and I felt myself crash against a concrete wall. Air escaped from my lungs on impact. After a few seconds trying to inhale oxygen, Armaloth took a fist off my hair and pulled my head back, painfully. This made me face him, as my eyes collided with his.
Everything was repeating itself again, and he would never stop abusing me. The fear that had taken hold of me before began to wane as my father's words kept circulating, over again. “My daughter is smart, my daughter is smart, my daughter is smart.” Again and again, this filled me with courage, and what he told me convinced me that it was true.
I was intelligent and for someone who had reached the top, this won't make me less. Never again, this demon was going to abuse me again. So looking into his eyes, and without hesitation, I said, “If you think you have the right to abuse me because you are the king of this world, think again. What you and she did to me, that, never, I'll forget. And let me tell you one thing, demon, the first time I got here, I was alone, but now I'm not.”
I nodded at the horse and the thorny branches. Armaloth turned to see them briefly and then returned his gaze to me again. His face showed how unhappy he was.
“I can make your life miserable, think about it. Besides, if you don't behave as you should with me, and you don't keep me happy, I already have a place to go. My new friend also has a bad temper, and he breathes fire.”
My husband’s eyes were wide open, brewing evil. But I, without taking my eyes off him, I freed myself from his grip and continued, “So, you know now, Armaloth. From now on, you will respect me, and if you show any aggression towards me, I'm going to leave you. The dragon's cave will be my step.”
My husband gritted his teeth, as I smile, he was so angry, and I was happy because of it. But the fire horse and the thorny branches approached me, flanking me. My husband watched this in amazement, and then it surprised me because he started to laugh out loud. I didn't know what to expect from this. I was biting my tongue on my nerves, waiting for him to finish.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, my husband finished laughing. And he kissed me without saying anything. My brain couldn't react for a second, but then I got lost in it. This really left me speechless. He kissed me like he was hungry, like he missed me like he was unable to get enough of me.
His kiss was so erotic, that I started kissing him the same way. He pulled away abruptly and pressed his forehead to mine, then he told me, “My queen, never again I will allow you to leave my side. And not even that nosy dragon will keep me away from you.” He held my hair tighter while looking into my eyes. I could see his emotions unfold through them.
“My queen, do you understand?” I nodded, telling him that I understood very well what he was saying. He would respect me enough not to give me an excuse for wanting to leave.
At that moment, I knew that my life here would not be as bad as I first imagined. And if Armaloth was willing to keep me happy, I would do the same. Anyway, I said, “I still hope to see a punishment for what you did to me.” My husband hugged me tight, pinching my waist. “I am King Moriah, do not push your luck.” With that said, he took my lips with his, telling me everything I wanted to know.
∞∞∞
The kiss turned into a real battle. Despite everything, I felt hunger and desire for him. Armaloth lifted me up, and I laced my legs around his waist. Our lips did not part, while his hands were everywhere.
My body was eager to receive its Lord. It had been so long since I last did it. I hesitated a bit, but the desire won the battle. His pointed teeth scraped my skin, but it didn't hurt as it used to, in fact, it turned me on more. And knowing that those fangs could pierce my skin at any moment filled my stomach with explosions. Being in his arms, I now knew how much I had missed him.
He once told me something that I didn't want to believe. And it was that my body would recognize its master. Now I know, and it's true.
The clothes I was wearing ended up torn all over the place. Instead, my dress covering my body, I had his tongue leaping every inch of me.
He caught my nipple with his fangs, and bit down, hard. That drove me high. Then, I felt my blood run down my side. His wonder-working tongue was licking every drop.
Armaloth took my face with both of his hands, looking at me. His fangs and lips were red with my blood. He reached over and kissed me, making me taste my essence. I had no understanding of what it felt like to try it.
Then, my eyes widened, and my tongue wanted more. I kissed him as if I had been deprived of water. I bite his tongue until I taste his. My husband growled into my mouth, but I never let go of him. His tongue was caught between my teeth, as I began to devour it as if it were my last meal on this earth.
And then I felt his claws scratching my inner thigh. I couldn't take it any more, and I raised my pelvis, offering myself to him.
My King understood what I wanted, and with desperation matching mine, he took his penis and aligned it at my entrance. He rammed me with the force that he could only give me. I felt it hit my insides. My flesh was being slaughtered by his thorns, but I did not cower. His manhood was endless.
My hips moved to his rhythm, pounding in the places it counted. My orgasm was catching up with me until I couldn't hold it back. Pleasure erupt like incandescent lava, bathing me, while my walls continued to convulse with pleasure. I squeezed until I heard a howl that crossed the thick layer of darkness that surrounded us.
My husband exploded inside me, caressing my womb with his essence. It drove me crazy again. I was elated, asking for more, more, “Give me more, I want more.” Oh! Another orgasm appeared out of nowhere.
His endless sperm was a river of pleasure for me, it seemed like I would die from ecstasy. And the important thing is that I did not want it to finish.
When all came to an end, I was exhausted and without a will, with my body feeling like jelly. Armaloth was still on top of me, with his burly body trapping me more than it already was. He got up, leaning on his elbows, and looked down at me. I'm sure my face was a sight to behold.
Then, without taking his eyes off me, he said, “You are mine, Moriah, my queen. The entire demonic world will know who you are, and to whom you belong. But before that, you have to receive the crown of Persephone. There is no turning back for you. Your new life begins now, b my side.”
I blinked several times, absorbing it all. Afterwards, I gave him a tired smile. I already knew that I had no other way out or other options. But right now, I want nothing more than to be in his arms.
Armaloth brought his face to my neck and inhaled sharply. Then he lay on top of me, and that's when I felt like the earth was swallowing us. I closed my eyes, trusting him.
