Latent Love
Copyright© 2026 by Devils Darling
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - They are dead , or are they ? ;)
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Shemale TransGender Fiction Futanari High Fantasy Body Swap Demons BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Sadistic Interracial Pegging Petting Body Modification Royalty
With a heavy heart and a heavier soul, I share this with you, for you are ... who you are...
regaej yfful (15), an innocent young canvas to be painted the true colours of the world, reins in the line of supreme beings who are forced to their knees by the demonic possession ritual performed by the devils of this world,
Devils are shrewd and mysterious creatures to the young lad.
Who was born and raised in the nobility in a veil of superiority, yet the boy’s heart was big enough to see beyond it and ache for the insects, those that get stuck in the spider’s web? It will take time for him to understand that he too was wrapped in such webs.
Syreneas Dakim, the queen regent and mother of three, is known for her unrivalled beauty, known throughout the lands where men have cocks between their thighs.
Her heart and eyes are as cold as ice itself, piercing through men and women alike.
She is of medium stature but towers above even the mountains of this land, for she is sitting on the one true throne, forged in the blood of foes and the favoured alike.
It holds value that is beyond absolute. Her hair is let loose and long in the image of angels themselves, coloured in sky blue with strands of black, head held high, hand poised yet steady, neck grazed with the red ruby-like jewel closer to her heart than many will be.
Well, a surprising choice, provided she prefers her military attire, red and black with dark brown straps that run from her waist down her thighs, holding loaded guns and a bloodsteel sword. During normal proceedings, tighter straps enveloping her curves well in a firm grasp only make it harder to not lose composure in front of her.
Rumours in town go as far as to say that she is under the control of the devil lord himself and that she isn’t capable of love and warmth...
Well, they are rumours for a reason, as reality is a teeny bit more complex than that. She is a loving mother to all her children, and the one her entire heart takes after is...
KING CONSORT BEDROOM
panting noises
Heavy breaths followed by whimpers and then moans.
“I missed you...” he whispers down her ears while kissing her neck with his legs wrapped around her waist, her face in glee as she hears this, “I missed you too, darling. It was a pretty long court session today, wasn’t it?”
caressing his thighs while she leans over for his kisses to move all the way up her neck
He’s slender, a teeny bit taller than her, not by a lot; his lips are full and shaded dark, his eyes deeper and dark pupils, and he has raven-black hair, golden-brown skin, and the body of a knight wannabe, with a semi-toned body.
He bites her lower lips as eagerly as he always is, pulling her into his hold. His lips reach down her neck to the collarbone. His tongue retraces the edges as he goes unwrapping his delicacy wrapped in her tight military draft. Button after button pops with ease as the tension in the air fills with wet and wetter noises. He gasps breathlessly at the beauty he hasn’t laid eyes on in weeks, as he was away in a foreign land for reasons unknown to her, but her trust in him is stronger than the bloodsteel, so all she does is covet his gaze with her peerless beauty with his name and a fractured butterfly tattoo.
His fingers retrace his name with his sharp tongue; it tickles her as she smiles, taking him entirely into her arms and pulling his manhood out eagerly, caressing it with her fingers, while he whimpers in her ears, “Take me,” making her smirk like it’s what she has been waiting to hear. She pins him to the bed, holding his hands above his head as he looks head over heels for her with his eyes filled with light and hard throbbing, restless cock like none he had in this past month, and a blush that only befits a flower, and she likes to pluck their petals, pressed against the bed in her gaze.