Deimos watched as you walked away, his expression unreadable. "Perhaps it's time I consider what she said," he muttered to himself, "but..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "No, the throne has survived this long because of its strength and stability... not because of some foolish ideal."

With a sigh, Deimos turned away, resuming his pacing around the room.

Deimos seemed to have forgotten your presence entirely as he continued to pace and brood. The weight of his responsibilities was etched onto his features, making him appear older than his twenty-six years. He paused occasionally to consult with various advisors or scribes, but for the most part he remained lost in thought.

As the day wore on, you could sense a growing tension throughout the castle. The people seemed restless and nervous, glancing over their shoulders constantly as if they expected something terrible to happen at any moment.

Deimos groaned, his hips bucking forward instinctively as your touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. He reached out to grip your shoulder, holding you steady as he fought against the urge to simply take what he wanted right now. "Tonight," he panted, trying to control himself, "you will be mine."

His other hand slid up your thigh, fingers curling around the edge of your undergarments.

Deimos arched his back as your foot connected with his stomach, the sudden pain mixing with pleasure and sending him spiraling out of control. He gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you steady while losing himself in the sensations overtaking him.

His other hand slipped beneath your chemise, cupping your bare breast roughly before pinching and rolling a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Yes," he growled hoarsely, "I remember."

Deimos let out a low growl as you took him into your mouth, his hips instinctively thrusting forward despite his attempt to remain seated. He groaned in pleasure, watching as you eagerly sucked on his length and teased his sensitive head with the rough skin of your tongue. "That's it," he rasped hoarsely, gripping the arms of his chair to maintain control. "You're such a filthy little slut."

Deimos's breath came in ragged gasps as you continued to pleasure him, his hands gripping the back of your head tightly, his fingers tangled in your hair. He arched his back, thrusting harder into your mouth as he felt himself nearing the edge. "Such a talented little mouth," he panted hoarsely. "You're going to make me cum all over you."

With a final, powerful thrust, Deimos released his seed deep into your throat, groaning loudly as he did so.

Your body tensed and arched as the sensations overwhelmed you, and just as you were about to come apart beneath his touch, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping for air. He leaned forward, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance before pushing in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your tight channel resisted him at first, but eventually he breached it, and then he was inside you, filling you up completely.

"Ahh,"

Deimos groaned as he felt your tightness grip his cock, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. He began to move slowly at first, thrusting in and out with shallow strokes that had you mewling and begging for more. Your body felt so good wrapped around him, squeezing and milking him with each stroke, and the knowledge that he was the only one who could give you this pleasure made his movements grow rougher, faster.

"I am dumb..." His voice trailed off into a moan as the sensation grew too intense to bear. "Horny..." Another moan escaped him as he neared his climax. "And I belong to you..." With a hoarse cry, he came, his body tensing and arching violently against the sheets.

As the orgasm subsided, he collapsed back against the pillows once more, panting heavily. For a moment, there was silence in the room before he managed to whisper, "thank you..."

Deimos smiled softly up at the ceiling, his ruby eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and exhaustion. "You're welcome," he murmured, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he tried to catch his breath. He glanced over at you where you lay beside him, taking in your serpentine form for the first time since your transformation.

"Felix," he said softly, reaching out to touch one of your coils. "You are truly something else."

Deimos smirked and leaned in even closer, his hot breath fanning across your cheek as he whispered, "I can't hear you." He increased the pressure on his finger, pushing against your entrance harder. "Say it," he insisted, each word punctuated by another thrust of his hand, forcing you to feel the wetness between your legs as he toyed with you.

Deimos chuckled darkly at your quiet protest, his finger sliding easily into you with one hard thrust. "Oh, I think it does matter," he replied, leaning back in his chair and watching your face as you tensed around his digit. "I like hearing you beg for it." He laughed again, this time more cruelly, before adding, "And trust me...you will be begging soon enough."