Whispers of the fallen

[MATURE CONTENT] -Excerpt- "Tell me you are mine," she whispered viciously against his ear. "I am yours," he snarled, voice ragged. "Body, soul, will—everything. Fuck, Sheba… I love you. I have loved you since the first time you tried to kill me. I would burn every race to ash for you." Sheba's rhythm flattered for a moment as the raw confession hit her. She sat up, still impaled on him, and looked down at the most feared demon lord in existence, the ruler of the most formidable race—reduced to a sweating, desperate mess beneath her, cock buried deep in her cunt eyes shining and thoughts yelling with genuine emotions. She knew at the moment he struggled to hear her thoughts, the reaping spells already took a toll on him, temporarily taking away his ability to hear her thoughts. "Prove it," she said, voice low and dangerous. "Give me dominion over the Demon Realm. Yield your throne to me. Swear it on your mark that binds us." Lucifer did not hesitate. His hands came up to grip her hips, not to control but to hold her steady as he starred up at her with feverish intensity. "It is yours," he rasped. "The realm, the legions, my power—take it all. I swear it. Rule me, Sheba. Break me. Love me or destroy me. Just never leave me." ————————————- Survival was a deal fulfilled by the fittest. Seeking pleasure or solitude was a choice for the most powerful and the subdued are left for dust, crushed and broken. The five races lived in peace, reserved within their territories. Everything changed when Sheba defiled the order of leadership, seeking hungrily to rule all races; The humans, The witches, The sirens, The demons and The spirits. Her plot was countered however. Her very own sister sealing her away and putting a stop to her unquenchable hunger for power. The witch race was deemed weakest at that point— the enchantress supreme gone, their fate remained unknown. Yet, years of peace were known through out Cullen. Years that came to an end when the hunger for power and dominion seemed irresistible. It is hardly possible for one to be satisfied with only that which is under his control and a human goddess was no different. Moist struck. Harder than Sheba ever did, becoming the very evil she sealed Sheba for coming out as. And so, the battle among races began. Echoes of the shadowed past threatened to silence the present. The whispers of the fallen, rising high, resounding fear and chaos through out Cullen.