His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) (20 page)

"No," Solace said, shaking her head, scared.  "I don't want to go.  I can't.  Please don't make me."

The wisps offered no consolation.  "We will help you dress.  We will bring you."

They lifted her up, stretching her arms out to the sides.  She floated in the air, carried by the wisps, knowing what it must feel like to fly.  In the afterglow of her orgasms and the shock of her flight, she gasped and remained still, soaking it all in.

They carried her past the curtain and into a small side room.  Here there were open chests filled to the brim with frills and lace.  One of the wisps picked out a pair of stockings and floated them over to her, while another chose a pair of panties, and another fetched a bra.  The wisps set to work dressing her, fitting the stockings onto her legs.  The panties slid up and covered her crotch, then they expertly snapped the bra into place around her breasts.  Curiously, she noticed everything she now wore matched.  Lacy and white and soft against her skin, like a tight embrace. 

The wisps admired their handiwork and tinkled something akin to happy agreement.  More of them went to another chest and retrieved a comb and brushed her hair.  Honey gold curls bounced down and then leapt up.  A couple more found a necklace and placed it reverently around her neck, adding it next to her own leather cord and silver coin.  The first wisp dragged a full length mirror towards her so she could inspect herself.

Solace stared in the mirror, shocked.  Soft, sensuous curves accentuated by the lace and frill of the wisp's undergarments, then the sparkle of gems across her throat.  She swallowed hard and the necklace shifted, the gems moving slightly and reflecting glints of light through the mirror.  Her hand went to her throat and she instinctively toyed with the silver coin between her fingers while staring at her reflection.

This can't be me, Solace thought.  She did think she was somewhat pretty, but not this much.  A shine of sweat covered her body, making her look as if she were glowing in the wisp's light.  Like an angel, she imagined.

Not, she thought, like a Demon King's bride.  Or, exactly like one if he wanted an innocent woman to corrupt and torture and ravage into submission.

"No," she pleaded when the wisps lifted her off the ground after her self-inspection.  "Please.  Please, no."

"Bastion will like you," the first wisp said, then nothing more.

They carried her into a room adjacent to the one that looked like the den in a log cabin.  This room had lit torches lining the walls every few feet making the wisplight less necessary.  At one end of the room was an actual bed crafted from dark wood with a mattress big enough to fit five people.  Bureaus and dressers and side tables and a pair of chairs seated alongside a pedestal table lay scattered around other parts of the room.  And there was a door besides the one the wisps brought her through, currently closed.

The wisps carried her to the bed, tossed her onto it, then vanished as quickly as they came.  Solace had no time to convince herself to run away before the other door opened and a man stepped inside.

He wore a coal black doublet atop a stark white shirt, with pants sewn of ebon silk.  His dark leather boots shone bright in the torchlight and he had a flowing slate grey cloak draped across his shoulders.  He closed the doors then undid the clasp of the cloak and let it fall at the entrance of the room like a welcoming mat.  Striding towards the bed, he stood at the foot of it and stared at her.

His features were striking and far too perfect.  Solace couldn't look away, was drawn towards him.  He had sharp, angular cheeks and pale skin.  His eyes glimmered red like fiery embers, like passion personified.  Perfectly straight, dark hair framed his face and fell to the top of his shoulders.  He eyed her, looking displeased.

"Undress, if you will," he said. 

She stared at him, looked him straight in the eyes, gathering the courage to do what she intended to do.

He looked at her, indifferent, waiting for her to do as he said.  "Well?"

"No," she said, barely a whisper.  "I won't."

The faintest hint of a smile curled his lips upward and his eyes twinkled with amusement.  "Excuse me.  What did you say?"

"I..."  Did she really want to do this?  Did she want to risk his wrath?  "I don't want to."

"Which is it?" he asked.  "You won't, or you don't want to?"

"Please," she said, "don't mock me."

"I'm not mocking you," he said.  "Actually, this is refreshing.  Are you hungry?"

"You're mocking me!" she said, huffy.

"I am not," he said, "mocking you.  Are you," he added, "hungry?"

"You're treating me like a child.  I'm a grown woman."

"If you don't want to be treated like a child, then stop acting like one.  Are you hungry or not?"

"I am," she said quietly, blushing at his admonishment.

"Good.  Would you like some clothes?"

"You just told me to undress and now you want me to dress?"

"I like you," he said, smirking.  "I'm Bastion.  What's your name?"

"Solace," she said.  "My name is Solace."

"A pleasure making your acquaintance," the Demon King said with a flourish and a bow.  "I am beginning to think this will be very fun."

Solace didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't think it was anything good.  In fact, she was rather sure it wasn't.

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Y
ou can find the rest of this story here:
The Monster Within: Elemental Love (The Complete Series)

P
lease enjoy this sample from the coming of age fantasy romance novel, "Princess Miri," by Cerys du Lys

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T
he princess was, by all accounts, a bitch.  The king would never admit it of his daughter, actively punished those who said it openly, but everyone knew it.  Princess Miri knew what people said about her, but she shrugged it off as jealousy.

Though who wouldn't be jealous of her?  She had the most splendid blond hair that ended in little curls falling halfway down her back.  Her father bought her the best cosmetics in the kingdom and her handmaidens toiled to bring her appearance to perfection(though it wasn't that far away to begin with).  And if she didn't look particularly brilliant one day?  Well, someone was about to lose their job.  Whether it be the girl who smudged her lipstick(then fixed, but it was smudged in the first place), the boy who'd interrupted her two minutes before she planned to wake to tell her breakfast would be late, or the gardener outside her window who pruned the bushes just a tad too loud, she would have them fired.

And so no one really liked her, which she found perfectly fine.  Why should she stoop to their levels just to gain some positive personal regard?  She wouldn't, she shouldn't, and she didn't.

Because of this, it came as quite a surprise when, for her eighteenth birthday(albeit months late, which she wrote a harsh reply note about), she received a present.  It came with a pretty bow on top and a leash around its neck.

Her father wanted her to get rid of it, said it wasn't appealing.  She would be the judge of that, though.

"And anyways, daddy," she said.  "If someone complains, just be rid of them."

From that day forth, the King made it known that anyone who found Miri's new pet troll anything but delightful company would pay the consequences.

Miri loved her troll.  She brought it everywhere with her.  The leash was mostly unnecessary, but sometimes she put a pink satin collar around his neck and had someone tie a bit of lace to it so she could tout him around like a common dog.  He was a little too tall to go some places, standing nearly twice her height at a good ten feet, but she could bring him most everywhere outdoors, into her new room(she asked her father to evict the chamberlain, since his room was larger, so she could keep her pet with her at all times), and the dining hall and main reception area.

Her pet troll did everything she asked, too.  A letter came along with him by courier stating such.  In fancy script, the tramp daughter of the Lord and Lady Millicent put in a list of what he could do.  Which was to say he would do anything she asked, but he couldn't speak more than in grunts and grumbles.  Now, Miri wondered why Fleur would give her a gift after she'd just stolen her boyfriend, but at the bottom of the note in postscript the little Millicent girl said it was her way of apology.  Yes, of course that made sense; even if Fleur was dating Roy first, she should have known Miri would want him once she turned eighteen.

Anyways, Roy lavished her with praise and her father bestowed gifts upon him for it, which was how it should be.  Fleur didn't really deserve a boy to worship any part of her, let alone date her, so Miri could totally understand why the other girl would realize this and apologize.

It just made sense.

That's how it went.  She named her pet troll Thump, because his feet pounded against the heavy stones of the castle floor when she walked him around.  At first she took joy in just marching through the castle with Thump in tow, relishing the looks of shock turned to quick smiles whenever she glanced someone's way.  They didn't like Thump, she could tell, but that was most of the fun of it.  Her father
made
them like Thump.

That wore off, though.  No one even cared when Thump wandered the castle anymore.  She tried sending him off alone with strict instructions, following in secret behind him to see the reactions, but everyone acted nice enough to him once they got used to him.

Yawn.  Boring.  How dull. Really now?  He just broke that girl's vase and splattered muddy water all over the floor! Someone should get upset, but no one did.

So she took to harassing Thump himself.  This didn't work so well.  Thump showed little reaction, merely watched her and waited for her to say something.  She punished him for trivial matters, finding a strapping young man to hit Thump across the back with a leather belt.  The man doing the hitting winced more than Thump, sure that imminent death would come at any moment.

Death never came.  Thump never winced.  He waited for Miri's orders, and that was it.

She needed something else to do to get a rise out of him, and she found it one day.  The old chamberlain's room had a bathing room attached directly to it, with a deep claw foot bathtub in the center.  She liked to take baths sometimes, so she would fill up the tub with water from a neat faucet contraption then dump loads of bubble soap into it.  One time while doing this she forgot a towel, though.  Annoying, that.

"Thump!" she screamed through the closed doorway.  "Get me a towel out of the closet! Hurry up and bring it here."

Thump, true to his training, lumbered through her room, feet pounding, then burst into the bathroom with a towel in his hand.  It wasn't the towel she wanted—Thump had issues with detailed descriptions of items, so she didn't even clarify—but it would do well enough.

Miri stretched up out of the water, exposing her slippery wet body, and took the towel from her pet.  Almost immediately she realized her new way of tormenting him.  Only allowed to wear a loose loincloth(she thought it would make the servants more antsy), she saw a noticeable bulge in the front of it.  It lifted, lifted, then rose high up.  Miri tilted her head to the side, staring at his erection.  She couldn't see any of it from the front, but if she peeked to the sides she could see parts of his veiny, throbbing cock.

This never tired her.  Now, always, she ordered Thump to stand guard in the bathing room while she washed up.  He fidgeted a little and squirmed, but stood there like a good pet.  Sometimes she would put on a particularly good show of scrubbing up, lavishing her body with soap bubbles and scooping them off in a sensual gesture.

Thump just stood there, erect and aroused, waiting for her next command.

Baths only took her so far.  In secret, she ordered a cream that she'd used on herself to remove unseemly hair from her body.  Nude after a bath, she ordered Thump to stay put while she rubbed it over his thick patch of pubic hair.  In ten minutes time, using a damp towel to wipe it off, she rid her pet of his frazzled pubes.

This worked wonderfully, since the next time she ordered him into the bathing room, she used his blood-engorged dick as a towel holder.  He stood there, keeping her towel off the ground.  When she got out of the bath, she went to grab it, intentionally missed(making Thump fidget, much to her delight, at the "accidental" cock tease), and then hurried to snatch up the towel and dry herself off.

That lasted for awhile, but now she needed something new.

She took another bath, everything going the same as usual.  Thump stood there, towel on his cock, and when she got out of the bath she did much the same as before.  This time, making no accident of it, she stroked his cock with a wicked grin.  Thump grunted, but stood in place.

Good, she thought.  He really was well trained.

She ordered him to stand guard by her bed, where she placed the towel upon it and lay there naked.  Towel beneath her, she draped her hair on the back of her pillow and lounged.  She had her father install a mirror right above her bed so she could look at her wondrous self whenever she wanted, no matter what, and she checked it now.

Holy gods, was she beautiful.  Who wouldn't want her?  Everyone, really.  Even Roy tried, but she denied him.  That was a lot of fun, seeing him stumble for more and more excuses to get in her pants.  And if he left her?  Well, she'd accuse him of some infidelity and have him jailed.

Now, not being with Roy wasn't saying she hadn't enjoyed the pleasures of sex.  Oh yes, she had.  She made handmaidens order specialty toys from around the kingdom and then give them to her.  They blushed when she made them carry them around the castle, telling anyone who asked that they were the handmaidens and not Princess Miri's.  That was a lot of fun.

She did like her toys, but when she got really hot and bothered she didn't even worry about them.  Her hand would suffice, along with the slickness between her legs.  And with a devious plan forming in her head and her skin soft to the touch from just coming out of the bath, she had quite a bit of slickness ready and waiting.