Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

It was a pointed gesture, a gentle reminder for Ethan to cover himself properly in front of a 'noble lady.'

Ethan caught the message and smirked lightly to himself as he casually tugged down his shirt without saying a word. Today he had worn a rare white wear with the same decorations, though instead of the silver embroidery, they were now golden.

Without exception, the girls' eyes lit up on seeing him in this attire in such fresh and sunny weather.

His wet violet hair shone in the Sun, and his hair strands flew in the air while his crimson eyes became even darker. He had a smile on his face as he composed himself and welcome the siblings.

Victor, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed the brief exchange. His thick eyebrows furrowed with the weight of a private thought.

Was I wrong about them? I thought little Virelle and Eryndor had something between them... but maybe I misjudged the situation.

Then again, that can't be. It is impossible… especially with that engagement looming over her like a curse. She is supposed to marry that idiot prince, as father promised her to him long ago.

He exhaled quietly in a sigh heavy with both understanding and frustration.

Victor had always known how difficult that arrangement was for his sister.

He had seen the way her smile stiffened whenever the subject of her betrothal came up, and how her silence stretched a little too long when their father reminded her of her 'duty.'

He knew she detested it—no, loathed it.

But there was little either of them could do, bound as they were by blood, clan politics, and expectations neither of them had chosen.

And yet… watching Virelle now, how quickly she had looked away, how awkwardly she had acted out of decorum that seemed to show that there was nothing special between them.

Ethan smiled and diffused the tension as he asked Victor and Virelle casually,

"Alright, when do we move?"

As he said this, he gestured to the black castle in the far distance.

Seeing this, a strange light flashed in Victor's eyes as he side-eyed the flustered demon girl Lucy, but he nevertheless smiled and said,

"Now!"

Ethan nodded and ignored the strange behavior of Victor as he gestured for the girls to follow him.

Without any extra words or rest about what happened earlier, the group sauntered off towards the castle through the forest.

As the vanished, the lakeside grew quiet again save for an indistinct ripple in the sky that soon vanished behind them.

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The dark room was a pit of shadows, and the only light was a guttering flame that spat feeble tongues of orange across the walls.

The air in the room hung heavy while being thick with the musk of sweat, heat, the iron bite of blood, and something fouler beneath.

It was a kind of fear and loathing, deeply sour and cloying.

Shadows slithered like living things, and twisted with every ragged gasp, and every choked whimper that escaped the woman beneath a thin man whose shadows were reflected on the dim walls.

The man's silhouette loomed large in the shadow, though in reality he was not so big, but despite his apparent thin build, he moved with a relentless, animal like rhythm.

Each thrust was punctuated by the wet slap of skin and the creak of the single person bed straining under their weight.

The woman's despairing cries had been reduced to broken hitches of breath as her body trembled like a wounded thing.

Suddenly, the man grew annoyed, though his dark eye,s like black hole,s shone evill,y and his hand clamped over her face and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her cheeks.

His grip was brutal and unforgiving.

"Stop crying, bitch," he growled in his voice rough with exertion, "or I will gut you right here."

The sobs cut off instantly, and only the faintest shudder of suppressed agony remained, with her breath hitching in tiny, terrified gasps.

He laughed in a low, grating sound before slamming into her harder and faster as his hips pistoned with renewed violence and an almost animalistic madness that led to the old bedframe groaning in protest.

He was close, so close. Feeling his orgasm coming, his muscles coiled, and his breath started coming in ragged bursts, and excitement coursed through his nerves, but then—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The door shuddered under the force of the urgent and frantic sounding knocking.

Hearing the sudden loud sound, he froze in fear for a second, and his entire body became locked.

Suddenly, his self control slipped and his teeth bared in a snarl, as he felt his release stolen from him, and his climax spilling prematurely in a hot, humiliating rush.

Feeling only frustration instead of the long expected pleasure, white-hot and searing rage ignited in his veins.

The woman beneath him flinched as his hand cracked across her face, the sound sharp as a whip.

He didn't even look at her as he shoved himself off the bed, his naked form gleaming faintly in the dim light.

In his anger, he completely forgot about his naked state and especially the fact that his manhood turned limp and shriveled to its original size while hanging like a pathetic afterthought as he didn't bother covering himself.

The door flew open under his furious kick, and his palm lashed out before he even registered who stood there.

It was a woman in dark robes, and with her face half-hidden beneath a hood.

She had not expected such an assault, and the resulting impact sent her sprawling to the floor, and blood sprayed from her split lip while a single white tooth clattered to the floor.

She hit the ground hard to the side, but even as pain flashed across her features, something darker flickered in her eyes; it was something vicious and something evil to the extremes.