Pleases His Majesty

“you look— gorgeous!” the king inspected her gradually from her barefoot going up in lust to her barely covered body. Her dancing outfits were sparkling but only exposing her sexy and flawless curves that made all the ministers drool too.
 
She breathed. Shaken a bit “thank you,”
 
He smirked stepping close to her, and tilted her head up by his finger, taking an immense and deep look into her piercing ice eyes “but I can see untamed dancers! Don’t you know that I’m the king?!”
 
No one dared the king ever and looked eye-to-eye into him.
 
He pulled back and commanded her in a graving tone “kneel down now.”
 
She raised her head higher and spoke from the tip of her nose as if she owned the world and the king himself “I don’t kneel. But you will—”
 
She gestured down raising her skirt “you will kneel under this skirt every night. Craving a taste of the pleasure that I can give to you.”
 
Her words were in confidence even so her body was shuddering in fear. She knew that he was deadly merciless and no woman ever was able to dominate his heart.
 
He raised his eyebrows in irritation and toughened his grasp around her smooth creamy neck “how dare you? Don’t you know who I am?”
 
She smirked, defying, “only a man wearing a king’s clothes and controlling this deserted place.”
 
He laughed scoffing and freed her neck, making his words reverberating in her earlobes, Making the hillsides and mountains shake, her adrenaline flowing in her body, “No—I’m Satan, I’m the king of evil spirits. Welcome to the hell kingdom!”