Malachi heard the sound of the demon queen's bare feet coming closer.
He was painfully aware of the scent of her inky black hair. It smelled faintly of blackberries and invaded every crevice of his nostrils despite his efforts to ignore it.
His body responded to the scent against his will.
Shame ripped through him violently. His eyes stung as he struggled to free himself from being controlled.
"…I believe you might be a little interesting than the others. It's not often I find myself saying that about a man."
The demon walked around Malachi while giving his hair a subtle sniff. She didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to the very obvious erection peeking beyond his toga.
"You were born differently from the others. I can smell it on you even now. Young though you may be, I sense lived experience in you. I'm curious to see it."
"N-No..!"
Malachi barely managed to speak.
