[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (7). Playing Innocent
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (7). Playing Innocent
I stopped a few steps away from her, letting my wings spread slightly behind me, casting a shadow over her delicate figure.
“Of course I came,” I said, voice low and deep. Controlled. Dominant.
She lowered her eyes modestly.
“I am… to be your bride.”
The way she said it. Barely above a whisper.
Like she was offering herself.
I circled her slowly.
My boots echoed softly in the room. My presence filled the space.
She stayed still.
Hands folded in front of her.
Head slightly bowed.
Too perfect.
I leaned close enough that my shadow covered her entirely.
“You don’t look afraid,” I murmured.
She swallowed lightly.
“I was told… the demon king is powerful. But not cruel.”
Oh?
I smirked faintly.
“Who told you that?”
She hesitated.
Then looked up at me.
And that look.
That soft, trusting look.
Damn.
That was dangerous.
“My heart did,” she said.
I nearly laughed.
Ivy playing innocent was absurd.
And yet.
She was doing it so well that something inside me tightened.
I reached up and gently lifted her chin with one finger.
Her skin was warm.
Soft.
She didn’t flinch.
Her eyes fluttered but didn’t close.
“You understand,” I said quietly, “that demon kings do not take brides lightly.”
Her breath hitched.
“I understand.”
I moved closer, my chest nearly brushing the fabric of her gown.
My horns glinted faintly in the soft light.
“You will belong to me.”
Her lips parted slightly.
“I am prepared to.”
Her voice trembled.
Subtle.
Controlled.
Convincing.
I slid my hand slowly down the side of her arm, over the soft fabric of her dress.
She shivered.
Just slightly.
“You look fragile,” I murmured. “Like I could break you with one wrong touch.”
She lifted her eyes again.
“I trust you won’t.”
I let my hand slide to her waist, fingers resting there possessively.
“You trust a demon king?”
“Yes.”
My thumb pressed lightly into her waist.
Testing.
She inhaled sharply but held her composure.
Interesting.
“Tell me,” I said, voice darkening. “Do you know what it means to be a demon’s bride?”
She shook her head faintly.
“No, Your Majesty.”
I leaned closer.
“So innocent,” I whispered near her ear. “A bride to a demon king is claimed. Marked. Guarded. Desired.”
Her breathing grew heavier.
“But she is also cherished,” I added softly.
Her shoulders relaxed slightly.
I tilted my head, studying her face.
“Oh, princess. I know exactly who you are.”
Her eyes flickered.
For a fraction of a second, I saw it.
The real Ivy.
The spark.
The mischief.
Then it vanished again.
“I am only what you see,” she replied sweetly.
I leaned in and brushed my lips lightly over her cheek.
She trembled.
My hand tightened at her waist.
“If you are my bride,” I murmured, “then you will stand at my side. Not beneath me.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
I slid my other hand to her other hip, drawing her closer to my body.
She could feel my strength. My size. My heat.
“And if you kneel,” I continued softly, “it will be because you choose to.”
Her lips parted.
“And if I choose to kneel, Your Majesty?”
My gaze darkened.
“Then I will reward you.”
The air between us thickened.
She swallowed.
“Will you… protect me?”
I leaned down until our foreheads nearly touched.
“With my life.”
The room felt smaller now.
She lifted her hands slowly and placed them against my chest.
Her touch was light.
Testing.
“Then… I am yours.”
I smiled faintly.
“Careful, princess,” I whispered. “Once a demon king claims you… he does not let go.”
Her lashes fluttered.
“I don’t wish to be let go.”
I laughed.
Low. Slow. Satisfied.
“Oh very good,” I murmured.
My hand tightened slightly at her waist, pulling her closer until her soft princess gown brushed against my bare chest. My wings shifted behind me, casting shadow over her delicate frame. She really did look fragile. Like glass dressed in silk.
“One more thing, princess,” I said, voice dipping darker.
She tilted her chin up at me, eyes wide and trusting.
“Since you will become my bride… you might experience corruption.”
Her breath caught.
“You might experience addiction,” I continued, letting my thumb trace slowly along her jaw, down her neck, just barely brushing the top edge of her neckline. “Of me.”
Her cheeks flamed.
“You might wake up one morning with the urge to ride my dick,” I added softly, leaning down until my lips nearly touched hers, “over… and over again.”
She made a tiny sound.
Half gasp. Half whimper.
“I… I don’t mind,” she stammered.
I blinked.
Then laughed again.
I could not believe this was Ivy.
If this wasn’t roleplay, I’d assume the apocalypse was approaching. A sweet, innocent Ivy? No horns. No teasing smirk. No wicked whispers?
Unnatural.
But damn if it wasn’t working.
I slid my hand down from her waist, fingers pressing gently into the curve of her hip. Not harsh. Just enough to remind her that beneath the softness, I was very much not fragile.
“You don’t mind?” I asked quietly.
She shook her head, eyes still locked on mine.
“If corruption means being yours… then I don’t mind.”
That hit.
I leaned down and kissed her.
Slow.
Dominant.
Not devouring like before. Not frantic. This kiss was ownership. My lips claimed hers with deliberate pressure. My tongue brushed along her lower lip until she parted for me.
When our tongues met, she shivered.
Actually shivered.
Her fingers tightened in the fabric at my chest.
I moved one hand up, sliding along her back, fingers pressing gently against her spine through the gown. She made a soft sound into my mouth.
There it was.
The crack in her composure.
I pulled back just enough to watch her face.
“You’re already reacting,” I murmured.
“I’m not—” she started, but her breath betrayed her.
I brushed my thumb lightly across her collarbone.
She moaned.
Soft. Small. But unmistakable.
I smiled.
“Careful, princess. You’re starting to sound like you enjoy your corruption.”