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Married to the Demon Prince

Who knew that a tiny cut to the finger would hook her to the dark lord? * Hell broke loose when the bloodthirsty demon prince and conquerer of the underworld was bonded to a brainless underling by a ring. For generations his ancestors ruled the world with the powerful ring. One day, it vanished from the surface of earth and their power slowly diminished. After searching for it for so long to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, it finally appeared... bonded to a human girl.... and being the direct decendant of the great king and the righful owner of the ring, it enslaved him. ******* Frustrated, Que felt like screaming and punching him, but sadly she couldn't do either. Wiggling her butt, she slid down from his midriff when his hand left her butt briefly only to land back sharply with a smack. Silence. Silence More silence. "Did...did you just spank me?" "Stay still." "That gave you no right to hit me!" "I'll do it again." "Get your paws off me!" "You are the one straddling me." "It was an accident! What were you trying to do?" "That's what they all say." "You... unbelievable!" With a swift motion, he shifted until she was underneath him, his weight crushing her. "Silence I said..." He growled into her ears a large paw covering her mouth. With his free hand he switched off the light. ******* As a famous doom bringer, Que was avoided by everyone. If her childhood sweetheart could abandon her, who wouldn't? Something definitely smells fishy when she got a marriage proposal out of the blue right after her engagement was called off. What's more, its to be signed in three days! . ***** Hi... Yours Truly here, Cover not mine,credit goes to the owner.

Blooming_Safflower · Fantasy
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155 Chs

47. Piece of my mind.

Six people occupied the small living room, three were standing behind a couch while the other three were sitting facing each other. The only sound in the room was coming from the television which was left on at sports channel.

Jiji fiddled with the stringed beats in her hand. Her white hair was moist and sticking on top of her head, and her floral shirt was damp. Her brain seized functioning ever since she saw her in her doorway. She was looking anywhere but the girl dressed in red. Her heart was filled with an unexpicable feeling, after her brief faint, to which Soph woke her up by a glass of chill water to the face, she seemed to have lost her voice.

Que had grown up under her care, naturally she should be happy seeing the woman she have became. She had raised her up to become a pimp and proper maiden, although she hadn't shown any signs of becoming that throughout their time together.