5. A Little Pet.

The rumbling in the clouds was no ordinary one as everywhere darkened in tremor. The feeling when a higher force was entering a realm reverberated through every threshold under the cloud, leaving lower demons and the entire realm cowering in fear and, wondering who controlled the might of the cosmos.

Yet, no one held the power to command an entire realm except one superior being.

They call him 'The King Of Beasts '

With the might of lightning and a single sway of his sword, he tore through space, defying time and gravity, with eyes glistening like the twelfth star.

His presence commanded the forces aligned with the earth as everything fell under his command. The wind bellowed to his command, and the earth quaked at his arrival.

Yes, The Lord Caesar Monsorrie was that being.

The scent of the White water lily has always been his weakness ever since he grew to discover his sonship, but funnily enough, he is always drawn to it, unable to control the urge to always go crazy when it is in the same vicinity as him; it is similar to that of an addiction.

After decades of wandering, that scent that always lures him into his true self summoned him. he had roamed around for a thousand and ninety-eight days seeking for it; he hears its daily cries and pleas for his presence and finally, he traced it back to his abandoned place of dwell.

The Fortress?

As he grows closer, the scent intensifies and his dark heart quickened. His senses were right after all, it really is in there. He shook the entire threshold when his feet touched the walls of the towers and his wings fell to his back as they dissipated into thin air.

Strolling into the dark hallway, his steps were quiet. He could hear its soft and gentle breaths, calling for him, enticing him, and coaxing him to where it laid. Instantly, his excitement kicked in and his eyes fled open exposing their fiery gold in the dark.

He made a left turn to his chamber's entrance and took deep breaths; it was just behind the doors; he could feel it. He moved his fingers that were fisted in gloves as he flexed them a little to subdue his obsession and pushed the doors open.

Immediately, The night breeze carried a whiff of its scent up his nostrils making the beast in him growl. he heard the thump of its heartbeat directly in his ear, it is loud but calm, and throbbed rhythmically with the flow of the night breeze.

Slowly, his feet began to move in its direction as the moonlight aided with its reveal.

He sees it.

He sees the up and down movements of its chest and his beast growled yet again.

It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in countless centuries.

A woman.

She laid softly in his bed and was dressed in her night attire, looking like a carved doll. Her eyes were shut and her brown hair which are as soft as a Pima cotton is spread wide on the soft pillows. Her white skin which resembled the pearl of satin glowed underneath the light of the moon— the only light visible in the room, and her long lashes accompanied her pointy nose that laid beautifully above her rose-pink lips.

She enticed him. She made the beast in him growl out in desire. he craved her, he wanted her. She gave him a feeling of warmth and home and he was astounded by what she stirred up in him.

The scent came from her.

He watched her rotate on the bed as she made soft sounds like she was in heat, she called him unconsciously and he feels her loneliness.

Relentlessly, his feet began to move toward where her body rested, immersed completely in her scent. he felt a certain connection and spark within him that intrigued him— this can't be.

The urge to hold her, to feel her engulfed him, but the closer he got to her, the more outburst of pleasure she got and he was scared that she couldn't comprehend it.

But he couldn't help it, the scent was intoxicating.

She summoned him, how did she do that?

No one, not in a million centuries had the ability to do that, knowing fully well that a devious demon like him only destroys. He Is The God Of Lust And Calamities. He only needed to be present for atrocities to begin.

His eyes grazed around her. He wanted to leave a trace on her, he knew that she needed his imprint to feel alright, she needed him.

Taking a few steps, he was in front of her, watching her as she kept rotating, and her sounds became even louder. He looked at her pale skin and the urge to feel its textures kicked in but his hand goes to her soft hair; it was as soft as he predicted. Suddenly he wanted to explore more parts of her. He pulled his glove and stripped his palm naked for the first time in centuries.

His fingers moved to her face, and Slowly, she moves softly toward him as if she was aware that he was present and had waited for him for a long time. She submissively settled on his body, releasing a sigh of relief and accomplishment as his eyes opened wide in bewilderment. His lips lifted slightly to her actions.

As tiny as a bunny, she buried herself in him, clutching unto him like a little pet. He felt excited by her actions, a certain rush in his veins, his monster was just on the edge, he wanted to mark her, he wanted to claim her, he wanted to make her his. He was fighting his anguish to put his needs in chains, his fangs were already peering out, he could already feel the transformation from within, but when he heard her silent whimpers and felt her warm embrace, every single thing in him dissipated to nothing but warmth.

He could not stop his fingers from caressing her soft, smooth cheeks. He just stayed there for a while gazing at her without blinking, observing her every feature and searching for her beautiful yet perfect flaws.

She was perfect.

But he cannot stay there for long.

Her scent weakens his form and he would never let that happen. Those who sought him were everywhere, the slightest chance of weakness they sniff becomes a battle of blood bath, a battle to rule.

But who is she?

And why is she on his bed?

Is she yet another trap?

He stood from the bed but her grip on him was strong, she didn't want to let go, "Don't go". He heard her silent mumbles and something happened to his heart. His lips lifted slightly to her actions.

She wanted him and he couldn't say no; she had him in her shackles now.

Slowly, he rested back on the bed, wrapping his arm around her as she rested on his chest, burying her face in him.