Punishment after Dinner

It started at dinner. After all of the preparations and decorum was laid out, we took our respected seats, mine being by my husbands, which was currently empty, and waited until the rest of the guests had filtered into the banquet hall. I looked around at the high ceilings, the polished marble floor, the richly colored tapestries that depicted various famous Makai hunts and battles. The tall French windows and doors aligned the walls and entrance. Each adorned with sheer curtains of the most exquisite silk. The food looked fantastic, presented on plates of silver for the guests and gold for the royals. The long mahogany table seemed to stretch for miles, if you were sitting where I was. At the far front, I noticed a slim young woman, or demoness in this case, who was dressed in a dress similar to my own. It was a deep purple dress that extended back into a long train ( mine being longer), was cut at the chest to form a low V, hers was beaded whereas mine was embroidered with gold thread. The sleeves on her fell over her hands to a point where it looked too big for her frame. Mine broke at my knuckles and trailed down to the floor as did the train and splayed at my feet. The large cuffs were bordered in a lavender strip of cloth stitched in gold as well. Hers was close, but clearly not as well made as my own. I shifted my black slippered feet under my skirts and straightened my posture to greet my guests. Nervously my mind flickered to where my husband could be. I wished he would hurry with his political dealings and appear soon. The already heavy Chinese style gold crown I wore was weighing especially more today. Every time I bowed my head, every time I turned to see if my husband was near, and every time frustrated thought of him away now and leaving e to do this myself. That thought caused me to tense up my neck muscles. But I couldn’t show my fatigue, not here, not in Demon world. They will tear up apart if you do, even if you’re a queen. I am Queen (y/n), the Lady of the demon city of Gandara and wife of Lord Yomi. I am also human. Most of the demons in the city were unhappy that their great king would stoop so low as to marry or bond with a mortal. The haranguing I received when I first came here was enough to make me want to commit suicide, but I refused to allow them the pleasure of me taking my own life due to their cruelty. If I was to be queen, I must bear it with a strong sense of strength and grace. Well, as soon as I resolved to that, the respect I later gained was incredible. But enough of that, My gold eyes became irate when Yomi still did not show. He has done this to me before, when he had important business to finish or contend to. But today it angered me more so then in previous times. Not only was today Yomi’s victory dinner for having conquered the lands to the west, but it was stiflingly hot and thick out. And believe me, wearing this dress, and a crown, and greeting hundreds of noble demons would slowly strip you of your patience too. ‘Thank the Gods that I wore my hair up,’ I thought while adjusting my position on the throne. No one except Yomi’s closest adviser, Yuda, saw my discomfort.
“My distinct pleasure in meeting you your majesty, but where might I inquire is Lord Yomi?” asked a nobleman who had come up to greet me. He was not a bad looking man, but had poor skin. The woman he was with was the woman I had been watching earlier. Up close her dress was visibly hand made. By her maybe?
“The pleasure is mine, I regret that I do not know as to where his highness is at the moment. But I think I can handle this just fine, don’t you agree?” I smiled.
The demon blushed, “Yes, my lady.” The woman was staring at me, not rudely, just staring. She had emerald green eyes, they went well with her neatly pinned back orange hair.
“Young lady, what are you staring at with such intensity?” I asked finally. “Ah!- Just at how beautiful you are my Lady.” I raised my eyebrow and smiled, I never grew tired of people telling me I was beautiful, or lovely. But deep inside I was thinking to myself, ‘Where the hell is Yomi!? I want him to be here and suffer too! Damn him and his side affaires! I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand this fake persona! YOMI!!!!! You’ve been gone for over four hours, two of which during the celebration…just you wait until this is over,’ I seethed inside. At last the wine and drinks were brought out, another few minutes and I was going into the kitchen to get it myself. The servants poured the alcohol into the guests goblets at measured amounts. The actual celebrating didn’t start until after sundown. But I wanted a full glass of wine. The servant complied and filled my goblet close to overflowing. She was a good servant, Hinoto, she understood my frustration. I trusted her and vise versa. Grabbing her wrist, I whispered into her long pointed ear, “Where is Lord Yomi? I’m growing tired of his antics and I want him here now!”
“I think he is still in his study, madam. I’ll go fetch him for you?”
“Yes, do that. Tell him that his party has already started and that his WIFE misses him and wants him to be a decent host,” I hissed. Hinoto nodded and set the carafe of wine with another servant. I watched her leave out of the corner of my eye. About twenty minutes later, I felt a strong youkai energy, seems that someone was angry. I faintly smirked. The hall grew silent as Yomi entered. Even I put aside my emotions and gaped with awe. Yomi entered dressed in a deep purple, short sleeved, silk over robe, with gold embroidered piping and collar and was tied shut with a mauve sash. . In the light of the chandelier I could seen that the pattern on his outer robe was that of tiny maple leaves, His lavender under robe had long bell sleeves with the same design on the cuffs as did his over robe. His black trousers stopped above his ankles and were stitched with the same gold design. His black slippers clapped the floor with each step. His six ears twitched, his seven horns shone with polish, his long ebony hair sleek and shiny. I fell in love with him all over again. Turning towards the guests he smiled warmly and bowed at the waist, “Please forgive my rudeness, I was not aware the festivities had begun. If it were not for my wife,” he gestured at me with a sweep of his strong arm, “ I would’ve surly missed it!” He let out a great laugh that echoed off of the walls. Everyone laughed with him, but I could detect the hint of sarcasm in his voice. That brought back the earlier feelings with a fierce vengeance. I pursed my painted lips and closed my eyes. What Yomi said next caused them to snap open.
“It seems that her Ladyship was overpowered by the sheer number of recipients here tonight, I suppose, no matter who you are, demon or human, some things are just too much.” Another hearty laugh. I stared at him wide eyed, my mouth closed. ‘How dare he! I have arranged all of this! I have greeted all of the guests with poise and refinement! And he has the gall to say that!?’ I thought harshly. “Yes, I suppose after having put this whole banquet together, greeted the guests, and amused myself while awaiting you, dear husband, dose prove arduous. But, So far it’s going as planed don’t you agree?” I dug back at him. However, since Yomi was a skilled ruler he knew how to hide embarrassment. He smirked at me and came over to my throne. “You try me, my lady,” he warned quietly. I looked up at his sculpted face, into his closed eyes. Long ago, he had suffered an attack by an enemy demon who blinded Yomi as a result. “It’s only fair, my love,” I replied. Grinning, Yomi leaned down and kissed me, I could feel the promise of an interesting night within the kiss. He took his place beside mine and acted as if the spiteful words were not spoken. Throughout the rest of the evening Yomi held my hand, and occasionally kissed it. The air between us was tense. Our closest vassals felt it. Once the dinner of roasted duck and a rare type of Makai beast in a rosemary marinade was served, the now full guests lounged back in their chairs and digested until the desserts were brought out. I swallowed the last bit of beast and reached for my goblet, Yomi intercepted me. “You know, (y/n) you almost caused me to be humiliated before. Such an act will not be easily forgiven,” Yomi smirked darkly and nuzzled my neck. Ohhhhh! He knew my neck was my sensitive spot! The evil basterd! And I was sure that his heightened demonic hearing heard my racing heart. I felt the soft brush of his lips, my outstretched hand trembled slightly. I wrapped my stiff fingers around the golden chalice and brought it up to my lips.
“Oh? And how should I ask for forgiveness from the great King Yomi?” I wondered aloud taking a sip. Yomi snorted, a gush of hot air against my skin. “I could think of some ways…” He huskily said. “You must be joking, is that the only thing you can come up with?” seriously, sex? Yomi pulled away, making sure no one was watching by feeling the heat of their gazes, and turned to nip at my ear, “By the morning, I’ll have you begging for mercy.” A chill shot down my spine. Yomi now discussed past victories with his old comrade Kurama. I liked Kurama, his fiery red hair made me think of molten lava, and his green eyes sparkled. He was a very beautiful man, and a dear friend of Yomi’s. I hope to be good friends with him as well.
Once the desserts were finished, the guests gave their final thanks and left the palace. When the last couple left, I slouched in my dress and sighed heavily. Right now all I wanted was to take off the crown and dress and go to bed. Yomi told me he wanted to finish his work that he had been dragged away from and left. I threw silent curses at him. I thanked the staff and servants, left the banquet hall and proceeded to my chambers. Well, Yomi and I slept in the same room, just when I was angered by him I would say the room was mine. The room was the largest in Gandara, it took up a whole top floor of the palace. Like a flat in human world. It was not just a bedroom though, it had the bedroom, bathrooms, closets, the balcony, large glass windows such as those in European castles, Yomi’s study, a library, a bar, and living quarters. I removed the crown myself and gave it to my handmaidens of which Hinoto was one of. They undressed me, and carefully took my dress to be cleaned. Hinoto stayed behind and talked with me as I bathed. The bathroom was huge with a pool sized marble tub. Marble flooring, beautiful mirrors, and a variety of lotions, shampoos, and bath oils adorned the shelves. I sunk deep into piping hot water. I slumped my shoulders and let the heat evaporate all of my tension. I asked Hinoto to pour hyacinth oil in the water, my favorite scent. She gently washed my long (h/c) hair and powdered my body with lilac powder. I put on my robe and dried my hair, like a normal human girl. I loved being treated like a goddess, but sometimes I wanted to be just the 18 year old I was. My family visited me enough, but I still missed them. I sat down and my vanity and brushed out the tangles in my hair. The tall wooden doors shut as Hinoto left. My toes curled, Hinoto only left when Yomi was near. My knuckled whitened on my ivory brush. I looked in the mirror, without my noticing, Yomi had entered and was now standing behind me. “I told you not to sneak up on me,” I scolded the king. Yomi’s face darkened and he walked up to me, bending down he roughly lifted me into his muscular arms and squeezed me to him. “Yomi! Put me down at once!” I kicked and screamed. I squirmed in his grasp. “You beast! You evil demon! How dare you! I hate you! Release me!” But my ranting did nothing to him, he was a demon, a very powerful demon. And the childish kicks of a human girl were nothing more than mosquito bite. “You shut up! I’ve heard the last out of your insubordinate mouth,” he went over to the lush canopy bed and unceremoniously dumped me onto the cushion. Startled, I took the brush I had been hold and hit upside the head with it. I paused, I just struck the King of Gandara. I just hit my husband with my hairbrush…my mouth fell open, ‘Shit!’. Yomi fumed, he harshly grabbed the brush and threw it with such force that it shattered against the wall, and pinned my wrists down. His strength still scares me. Yomi’s firm body covered mine as he lay on me. His black hair acted like a curtain around our faces. “Y-Yomi,” I breathed, “is this how you plan to get me to ask for forgiveness?” my cheeks flushed. His chest crushed my own, so I arched up to ease the discomfort. Only Yomi took it as me wanting to get closer to him, Yomi growled and kissed me deeply. His tongue licked my lips, my chin, my cheeks. I attempted to follow, I swallowed his long tongue , I fought back with my own. Moans emanated from both our throats. Yomi bit at my lips, sucking on my bottom lip. Tears formed in my eyes. The pain of his fangs biting into the soft flesh hurt. One of his hands freed my wrist and cupped my left breast. I moaned and arched into his touch, his calloused fingers kneaded the tender flesh underneath my robe. With my now freed hand I pulled on his hair, he growled and left sloppy kisses down to my throat. My mouth and chin were wet with our mixed saliva. Yomi licked my throat, kissed it, sucked on the skin. I threw back my head, I loved it when he did this. All of my nasty feelings for him were gone. He sucked on my jugular, on the pulsing artery. I know he left marks, but I didn’t care. “Nnnggg- Yomi,” I moaned. Removing his hand from my breast, he delved between my legs and spread them so he could get a better position. I felt the intense heat between my legs meeting his. I moved my head from side to side, my hair splaying across the pillows. Yomi bucked his hips forward into mine, pressing his aroused self against me. I nibbled on the tips of his three right ears, Yomi shuddered. Then suddenly, he rose up off of me, and got off of the bed. I squeaked, “where are you going?” I weakly asked. He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared with a sash from one of his silk robes. I blushed and decided to play. Quickly getting up I dashed for the door, Yomi caught me. I laughed and pushed against his chest, he liked it when I was difficult. And it was just more fun. But I wriggled free and slid from him. I got a distance away from him and shook my rear at him, taunting him. Yomi vanished. ‘Crap! He’s using his demonic speed,’ “that’s cheating!”
Yomi grabbed me from behind and carried me in one arm. Seeing the bed again, I pinched his hip and suggested that we try something new. Well, if you could’ve seen the expression on his face, it was a mixture of lust and surprise. Stopping short, he turned on his heel and took me out onto the balcony. “Yomi! Out here?” I questioned with anxiety. “Yes, after that stunt you pulled tonight, I want all of Gandara to know just who is in charge in this palace,” he said smugly. He placed me down on the cold marble surface and watched as I trembled. The moon shone so brightly that it looked like a giant spotlight. Yomi licked his lush lips and slowly undressed. First his tunic, I enjoyed how it slid from his broad shoulders, lightly tickling his strong back. His chiseled chest was revealed to me. The abs under his milky white skin rippled, his pecks, the bulging biceps, the hints of the manly V peaking above his pants. He looked like one of those built men on T.V. and the thought of the body sweating above, behind, or what have you drove me mad. Below us the city’s lights gleamed like thousands of little jewels. Yomi knew I wanted him, I lunged for him. He stopped me and used the sash he had acquired to tie my hands to one of the balcony pillars. I used my foot to gently brush his arousal, I smirked when I felt it twitch. Yomi sucked in the cold night air, my toes undid his sash and pulled his pants down, because he was kneeling only to his knees. Still it was more than plenty for me. I rubbed my knee down the long shaft, feeling its warmth. Yomi rolled his powerful head back, his thighs tensed. He quickly recovered and reached for one of the flower pots only to smash it into pieces. “Yomi!” he took one particularly sharp shard and ran his long tongue up one side, his incisors flashed in the moons light. He brought the shard down over my left side, Yomi proceeded to drag the piece of pottery down my side. I screamed. The sweet feeling of pain and pleasure shot through my entire being. I felt my blood coat the shard and the surrounding area he had cut. I writhed away from him, he was trying to get me to beg! The more I refused, the more he cut, bit, sucked, and clawed me. Yomi sucked my blood off of his index finger. My robe was torn into shreds, making my private area visible to him. He could smell it, my wanting of him within me. He brought the same hand that was in his mouth down to caress me. I moaned loudly when his long fingers played with my opening, sliding up and down, in and out. Once he touched the sensitive nub, I released into his waiting palm. I panted, my legs spread wide. Yomi sniffed at my fluids and tasted them until his hand was clean. I became wet again. Yomi smirked evilly at me and nestled in-between my thighs, I yelled when his lips sucked on me. Bucking my hips, I wanted more! The feeling of Yomi’s skilled tongue lapping at my inner walls, the sensation of the slippery muscle sliding in and out deeply. I lost my senses. “Are you sorry?” he asked having stopped just as I was near release! Fucking hell! Well, I wanted it to continue, my insides felt like they were in knots, the throbbing between my legs took over. “Yomi, please-I need you. Don’t stop,” I pleaded against my will. “Alright but are you sorry?” he asked lowering himself dangerously close to my opening, his tip poking through. I grunted, “Yes. I’m sorry, now…” I bucked my hips so his length had no choice but to enter me. “Ahh!” Yomi was a demon, I forgot how much bigger they were than normal men. Yomi’s size stretched me to a point of pain. But I endured it. If my hands were free I could have urged him on, but no. Yomi bent his head and sucked on my right nipple, biting the bud gently he moved his hips slowly, languidly into mine. I wrapped my legs around his upper back, getting into a better position for him to find that spot. Immediately he found it and his pace quickened, then slowed. He was toying with me. He wanted us to release at the same time. “Y, Yomi, you must untie me,” I gasped. Still thrusting he reached the bondage and set me free. Quickly I wound my fingers in his locks, pulling his head up to kiss me. We settled into a rhythmic motion, each of us moving at the same time. We kissed deeply, passionately, our screams and moans of primal pleasure and ecstasy filled the Makai night. His hips created a delicious stroking feeling, oh, Yomi was an exceptional lover. I was so disoriented with pleasure I failed to stop myself from pulling on his front horns. I grabbed the sides of his flawless face and licked his cheeks, his eyes, his neck. I suckled on his throat, under his chin. Our bodies were flushed a bright pink. I managed to push him onto his back, so now I rode him. I swiveled my hips around, feeling him squirm within me. Yomi panted heavily and grabbed my hips, my breasts, my hair. I then realized through my haze that countless women would give their left arm and leg to be where I am now. How lucky I was, sure Yomi had his faults, but I loved him. I loved him more than anything, Gandara, my old life in human world. He is my husband, and when demons bond or marry, it’s for life. Because they want to spend eternity with you. Because they love you so much. Yomi maneuvered us so I was sitting in his lap. My legs holding me onto him. My hands gripped at his back, scratching his skin. “Ahh!” I felt that burning in my stomach, “Yomi…Hurry…I…”
Yomi grunted and sped up his pace, “hahh, I love you (y/n) Come with me,” he breathed.
Thrusting wildly now, Yomi’s sweat covered body shone and undulated with mine. Throwing our heads up and back, we both released. His seed filled me, while I coated him. Never before had I had sex that great. Coming out of the haze of release, Yomi gently pulled my sore, cut body off of him and picked me up. Laying me down onto the bed, Yomi wrapped his arms securely around my waist, pulling me close to him. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He stroked my cheek, his thumb ran over my lips. “No, I’m fine. The cuts wont scare, you wont leave me hanging like that will you?” I referred to the banquet. I was drifting away, my husbands body was warm and protective. His arms shielded me from harm. “No I promise you,” Yomi kissed me tenderly, lovingly, “but it’s almost morning and I did get you to beg,” He smiled at me but I was too tired to sling another insult. I felt Yomi kiss my head, and rest his on the pillow above mine.

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