The Way of a Demon Lord

"Mother!" Jerin blurted out again. "They are already taking everything. Why are we the ones compensating?"

Arwen turned to her daughter. "That deal- it is not bad at all."

"But mother…"

"Don't worry." Adrian chimed in. "According to the deal, you will still remain the rulers and everything will be the same. Moreover, we will also aid you with our best."

She scowled at Adrian; her pink bloodshot eyes betrayed rage.

"Jerin, my child, look at me." The Queen Mother said with a loving tone.

Both of their pinkish eyes met. "Do you want us to fight a war on two fronts?" The older woman asked.

The young Queen just gritted her teeth and stayed silent in response.

The Queen mother finally turned to Adrian. "Tell." She sighed. "What do you want?"

Adrian smirked as she scanned the younger lady from top to bottom with a piercing gaze. The twenty four year old Queen got goosebumps from his blatant gaze.

"I am in need of a slave." He casually said.

"You!" Jerin got up on her feet. She knew exactly what he meant. She was just about to circulate her magical energy when she felt someone grabbing her wrist.

The Queen Mother pulled her back to her seat. "Jerin. Calm down."

"But mother!" The tempered girl pulled her wrist back. "How can we let him dishonour the Royal family of Northguard?"

Arwen did not say anything and turned to Adrian instead. "My daughter is still young. I will serve you in her stead."

Jerin felt as if the whole sky fell down on her. She could not believe her ears.

"Mother!" She finally got her senses back. "Are you out of your mind?!" She cried out.

"This is the world, my child." Arwen looked into her daughter's eyes. "The strong feasts upon the weak. So what if I am a level 9? I am nothing compared to what we will be facing or the might of Nemphis."

"But-" She was still unconvinced.

"I am not hearing a single more word from you. I also regret the fact that I did not accept the offer that very day. But regret won't take me anywhere." She turned back to Adrian. "Please." She bowed. "I will take my daughter's stead."

Tears finally came out of Jerin's stubborn eyes.

"I don't need an old hag." Adrian snorted. "Your daughter is still a virgin. Why should I pick you instead?"

"I… I will do anything." The Queen mother bit her lips and took a glance of her daughter. "Please let her go."

Adrian 'contemplated' for a few seconds. "Hmm… if you are that desperate, I will be 'generous' this time." He looked into her purplish pink eyes. "But I don't need a slave as old as you. But you can be a bitch instead."

Arwen held her daughter's thigh, stopping her from making a dangerous move. "I accept."

"Mother…" The young lady muttered as tears streamed down her face. She clenched both of her fists, hating herself for her weakness.

"Strip." Adrian commanded.

The middle aged looking woman stood up and began to undress herself. Soon, the purple royal gown was on the marbled floor of the room. All she had on her fair body now was a set of pink undergarments.

Any man who would witness her perfect proportions, smooth abdomen, sexy navel and her crystalline thighs would prostrate to the ground.

Arwen reluctantly brought us trapped her bra and dropped it to the ground. One of her arms covered her sizeable bare melons. Her other hand's thumb slid into the the waist of her panties. She wiggled her hips and brought the knickers down to her ankle before gently kicking them off.

All of her private spots were now covered by her bare forelimbs. She was looking at him with her face slightly pink.

"Get down on all fours." He gave the floating slab a gentle pushed, causing it to float away to a corner of the room. There was a lot of free space now, between the two sofas.

She bit her lips and got down on the floor. Both of her palms were now touching the cold and hard marbles.

Her boobs hanged down as she posed like a four legged animal. Jerin turned away. She could not bear to watch this- her own mother, a Royal getting humiliated like this. Tears still streamed from her eyes.

"Bark like the bitch you are." Adrian said.

Arwen stayed silent as her eyes were on the ground.

"Your daughter-"

"Bark! Bark! Bark!" She looked at him. Her face was twitching from the humiliation as she bit her lips.

"Good girl." He said. "Now, crawl here." He pointed down at his feet.

The past most beautiful woman of the Confederation was now crawling like a bitch, her breasts jiggled in rhythm with her steps.

When she reached her destination.

"Ah…" She groaned in pain as Adrian pulled her head up by her hair.

His left hand gripped her silky white hair while his right hand-

*Slap!*

Slapped her left cheek hard.

"Aah!" A red hand print appeared on her face.

The sounds caused Jerin to look back at the scene, only to see him slap her mother hard on her left cheek again.

*Slap!*

"Aaah!"

"Mother!"

She was just about to get up when she saw her mother gesturing her to stop with her palm. She gritted her teeth and sat back down. Tears kept flowing from her eyes. But she did not look away again, fearing he might do something dangerous to her mother.

He switched hands and began to slap her right cheek.

*Slap! Slap!*

"Aaah!"

Both sides of her face was now red from all those hand prints. A drop of tear escaped her eyes.

He relaxed the grip on her hair, prompting her to drop down and land on her hand.

"Face your daughter." He instructed.

Arwen reluctantly complied. She turned back, still on all fours. But the moment, she faced her daughter, she felt a tug on her hair again. This time, it was harder.

The pull was hard enough to make her sit on her butt with legs wide open and knees folded. She was just between both of his feet.

"Finger yourself to climax." He said while both of his hands reached to her mounds. His eyes met the teary pink ones of Jerin. "The moment you looks away, even for a bit…"