King Ambrus

　　a year had passed, I couldn't find Isadora anywhere. I could send my men to search for her, not even my children or anyone might know my little secret. It was forbidden among the supernatural council and devils and ghosts to have direct relations or show up their human-shaped faces to humans. So, I couldn't do this, or This might lead to a rebellion and some of them might disobey me later.

　　I kept searching in my kingdom, meeting tons of women, they all had lost their lives because none of them was Isadora and none of them succeeded in making my dick arouse.

　　My temper reached the worst, I wasn't able to talk or discuss my kingdom matters anymore, not even go to the supernatural council every month.

　　I stopped doing everything. Because I lost my hopes.

　　Until It came the time to punish the minister. And to entertain myself and my tortured soul, I decided to make a huge celebration of sentencing him to death.

　　But I guess he was so fucking lucky... Because he made the last attempt to save his neck.

　　One last huge celebration in the castle grounds, contains fights between soldiers and warriors and clowns show and few dancers show. Everything was boring.

　　but before I could stand up and end the shit. A dance show appeared and rocked the ground with bare feet. With their hidden faces and barely covered bodies, Somehow I felt something good might happen.

　　But the scent of the main female dancer hit my nose, the scent of her body was so familiar.

　　I stood up and marched closer, everyone knelt, as an honor to the king while repeating "Long live the king."

　　But not her! I wanted to see her face. I wanted to take a deep look into her eyes. Her hair was long and black.

　　But she had the same unique eye color! Ice piercing color.

　　I knew that she was Isadora! I knew her body! But instead, I grabbed the dancer next to her on the ground and said while keeping my eyes on Isadora "Do you know why all of you are here, now?"

　　Isadora reeled her head "To dance and please the king!"

　　I laughed hysterically "Nope! because I killed 3650 women, they said they can satisfy me in bed but they all failed in this mission."

　　Isadora gulped but raised her head "So, we are only dancers, we have nothing to do with this sexual bed desires."

　　I pushed the dancer in my hand down in between my legs and bluntly "So, I should try her first. if she failed. She must drink the poison."

　　Isadora quickly blurted out "No! She has nothing to do with this. I forced them to join me."

　　I nodded and rubbed my chin. "So, do you think you can make my dick erect? Do you think that you can satisfy me in bed?" I was talking in challenging words, In a disgusting and aggressive attitude but I only wanted to hug her and kiss her lips. I missed her so much.

　　Isadora ignored me, And in the blink of an eye, I pulled the scarf off her face.

　　'Dammit, I missed her pretty face.'

　　“you look— gorgeous!” I inspected her gradually from her barefoot going up in lust to her barely covered body. Her dancing outfits were sparkling but only exposing her sexy and flawless curves that made all the ministers drool too.

　　She breathed. Shaken a bit “thank you,”

　　I smirked, stepped close to her, and tilted her head up with my finger, taking an immense and deep look into her piercing ice eyes, "but I can see an untamed dancer! Don’t you know that I’m the king?!”

　　No one dared me ever and looked eye-to-eye into me.

　　I pulled back an inch and commanded her in a graving tone “kneel down now.”

　　She raised her head higher and spoke from the tip of her nose as if she owned the world and me too, “I don’t kneel. But you will—”

　　She gestured down, raising her skirt “you will kneel under this skirt every night. Craving a taste of the pleasure that I can give to you.”

　　Her words were in a confident tone, even so, her body was shuddering in fear. She knew that I was bloody merciless and no woman ever was able to dominate my heart.

　　I raised my eyebrows in irritation and toughened my grasp around her smooth creamy neck, “how dare you? Don’t you know who I am?”

　　She smirked, defying, “only a man wearing a king’s clothes and controlling this deserted place.”

　　I laughed scoffing and freed her neck, Then dragged her by force inside my castle, pulling her all the way until I reached my room and then I slammed her to my bed and thundered— making my words reverberating in her earlobes— Making the hillsides and mountains shake—her adrenaline flow in her body, “No—I’m Satan, I’m the king of evil spirits. Welcome to the hell kingdom!”