Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Pressing my brother's sweet fiancee against the wall, I smiled, arching her chin with a single finger, "Did you miss me."

Larisa shook a bit uncontrollably under the weight of my chest pressing against hers. Shifting my left knee between her legs, she squirmed with red hot cheeks.

"I couldn't stop thinking of you." She muttered as my fingers passed through her silky emerald hair that hung down to her shoulders.

Drawing my lips closer to Larisa's, her breath only grew sharper; Acquiring a captivating whiff of spring orchards, my lips pressed against the nape of her neck and then etched towards her lips.

"And how are you going to show me how happy you are?" I whispered deep into her ear, tracing my lips against her ears. Enjoying the shaking and the ever so dampening of my knee, I smiled and continued. "Or would you rather I show you how much I appreciate you?"

"Grandpapa is here. We can't." She murmured with untamed longing.

"On the contrary, you are my fiancee. What does it matter if he here's?" I replied with a bit of devilish intent, slipping my hand through her robes.

"Ah~" She moaned, covering her mouth, biting the tip of her lips, as she stared at me with misty emerald eyes. "You seem different."

Pulling out my phone I had not used in a while, I pulled her hands from her blossoming lips and took a bite of the sweet apple in my eye. Masking the phone in darkness so that she would not notice, I made sure to have it record. Of course, the applied filter would ensure it was my true form she was kissing.

Taking her breath away, a small whirlwind of fire sprung between us. Pushing my knee up against her loins, she released a sweet moan, turning her head away.

Pulling away, enjoying the flush expression of Larisa caught in heat, I smiled and eyed the bed. "I am different," I stated, stepping towards the bed; I took a seat and beckoned.

Having my phone hover over my head, I felt a bit guilty. Personally, I never like cheaters. It's hypocritical of me, to say. Tormenting Lisa at first was simply me having fun; in my opinion, at first, she deserved it, but her demise, I would say otherwise.

Larisa was a bit different. She was not really cheating. I had peered into her weak heart, played her like a fool, and was going to break her one day. I did feel guilty, but it was almost insignificant to the wrath I felt towards Richter.

The name Snow. It means something, it was not something I was just born with, but something created in memory of that smile I once saw when Aldrich first struck me down outside that prison.

To hold that name. To hold my mother's name and dare to betray the family. Why should I forgive Richter? Why should I not break his very woman? His heart and most all his world?

I will screw his woman and then hand her off to the scum of this city. I will burn the family name into his heart; I will tear the weakness from my brother. Does one really think they can share the Snow family's name and not bear its legacy? Its Grace?

So watch Richter. Watch, learn, cry, and suffer. So is the crime of turning your back on a Snow.

Striding towards me like a cat in heat, Larisa fell to her knees at the bed's edge. "Can I make you happy?" She asked, slipping her way between my legs.

Narrowing my eyes, I shook my head, "Not like this. Strip." I commanded with the sweetest smile.

Larisa grinned a bit shily but nodded without hesitation as her very clothes turned into a sea of golden light. Vanishing from my view, I resisted the urge to whistle, at the young maiden, with snow-white skin. With a face that could steal the hearts of most men and a body that would tame the heart of gods, she gave me a spin.

"You like what you see?" She asked, trying to sound as convincing as possible, but her heart was insecure; Having seen Nira, Yura, all the women by Arsene's side. The little wife of Richter was fearful her man would eye others.

"Your perfect." I solemnly claimed, how could I tell her, it was confidence that gave a man or woman their grace. One can be meek in the bedroom, but how long have they been together? Not to mention she was close to godhood. There should be no reason for this insecurity.

I swear, Richter, it's like you are asking for others to bang your wife. Don't worry. I will take it slow. I will slowly turn her into a whore like what we did to Yura's sweet sister. What was her name? It's Nira now, isn't it?

"Are you going to undress?" She hesitantly asked, falling to her knees; she glanced up with a sweet smile.

"Nope. I'm waiting for my lovely wife to do it for me." I swiftly mentioned eyeing the fumes running from her head.

Licking her dry lips, she nodded, eyeing the sleeping dragon. Slipping her hands over its head, she pressed down, giving it a nudge. Drooling for a bit, I smiled as she pulled up to my waist, loosening my robe.

Slipping my robes off my shoulder, her hands roomed the clothing over my lap, revealing that lance of her destruction and worship.

"It's not up yet?" She muttered dismissively, but I merely shook my head.

"You have to work for it... why not give it a lick while your fingers give me a magical view," I commanded with a bit of a pleading tone.

"I-I can try," She whispered, watching as I spread my legs a bit wider.

Staring at the dragon, her cool fingers lifted it as I spoke, "Look at me when you do. I wan to see my marvelous wife, give me head."

Holding me in her sight. Larisa's sweet mouth took me in. Feeling the seductive pull of her lips, her head bobbed as the dragon began to rise. Letting out a bit of liquid from her legs, her fingers found their way inside of her.

Pulling faster and faster, a hint of gasping and slurping rang like music, as she never stopped no matter the number of times I saw her body shuttered with pleasure.

"Your tongue, darling," I groaned with rising passion, gripping her emerald head, forcing her all the way down as she gagged, staining the floorboard. 'You will have to do a lot more if you want me to cum."

Choking over my cock, I pulled her out, only to force her head back down, watching her fingers claw at her legs. She was loving it.

Glancing up at the camera, I smirked.. 'this is how it is done, brother," I said without letting a sound escape my lips.