Devil's Imposter Bride

Killian sat at his desk in the dim glow of his bedroom; his brow creased with concentration as he sorted through the heaps of documents. He had been at it for hours, yet his mind was agitated, making it hard to concentrate on the task before him. Suddenly, a voice intruded upon his thoughts.

It was the voice of his demon, ever mocking and taunting. He attempted to shut it out, to focus on his work, but the demon was relentless.

"You're such a coward, Killian. Oh my, the great and mighty Prince, scared of his own feelings and desires. How utterly pathetic," the demon mocked, his voice resonating in Killian's head.

Killian tried to ignore the voice, but it persisted, taunting him for his shortcomings. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the voice, but failed to do so. 

"Look at you, Killian," the devil sneered. "Sitting here, pretending to be a mighty prince, but in reality, you're nothing but a coward."

"You're just a weak man who cannot accept his own feelings and desires," the devil continued. "I did not expect this from you, Killian. I thought you would go after what you desire, but you -" 

Frustrated by the voice, Killian slammed his fist on the desk. "Shut up!" he yelled, hoping to silence the devil. 

But the devil only chuckled, "Why should I? You can't even admit your own desires. What kind of man are you? What would my sweet Lia think about us apologizing and running away after kissing her?" 

Feeling angry and defeated, Killian got up from his desk and threw himself on his bed. He felt so tired of it all. He closed his eyes, hoping to find some peace, when suddenly, his mind was flooded with images of Princess Amelia.

Right there in the library, he could see her panting beneath him, her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed his lips against hers. His heart raced as he remembered the way she moaned his name, driving him wild with desire. He could feel her soft skin against his, her scent filling his senses.

"Stop it," Killian growled, snapping his eyes open, trying to push the images away.

But the devil only smirked, pleased to see him in turmoil. "You want her, don't you?" the voice taunted. "You want to ravish her, to claim her for yourself. It's natural, Killian. Don't you see? Why are you denying what you want, what we want?" 

"N-no!" Killian rasped in a hoarse voice. The images and these newfound desires were doing things to him that he had never felt before. 

Why was this so hard? Why was his control so weak when it came to her?

"Because this is what you want, what I want. This is what we truly desire, Killian. You can't deny it any longer. She belongs to us, and it's only right for us to have her," the devil whispered wickedly. 

Then the images continued, each one more provocative than the last. There was this image of Princess Amelia clad in nothing but a white dress, her body exposed to him as he kissed her from her lips down to her neck and her collarbone. 

He could feel the touch on his fingertips; he could smell her sweet and enchanting scent, and his ears were filled with her moans and gasps. The way she moaned his name set his entire body on fire. 

"Stop it!" he cried out, his mind filled with conflicting emotions. He didn't want to see her like this; he didn't want to desire her in such a sinful way. This was wrong, so wrong. She did not belong to him.

But the devil only laughed, enjoying his torment.

The images grew more intense as images of his hands roaming over her body, wanting to tear off her dress and have her completely fill his mind. He groaned helplessly as his body was reacting to the imagined sensations. His desires were starting to cloud his mind. 

"Stop struggling, Killian," the devil whispered wickedly. "This is what we truly want, what we truly desire. She belongs to us, and it's only right for us to have her. No matter how much you run, no matter how much you try to avoid her, you can deny that YOU. WANT. HER. KILLIAN." 

"No!" Killian yelled, refusing to admit the reality. 

However, the devil wasn't the one to back down. "Imagine her lips against yours, soft and sinful," the devil whispered. "Her body pressed into yours, her scent filling your nostrils. Give in. Stop struggling. Take what you desire, Killian." 

Killian closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. But the desires were simply too overwhelming. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't resist the devil's lure. He could feel himself losing the battle as he surrendered to his desires.

His mind lost completely while his body started to act on its own. Slowly, his hands reached down, and he began to lower his pants. His mind was filled with images of Amelia, her beautiful face, her captivating eyes, and her luscious lips. He could almost taste her as he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

With every stroke, his mind was consumed by the thought of having her, owning her, possessing her, and losing himself in her. His body was on fire, aching for her touch. He moaned her name, the sound echoing through the empty room. The devil in his mind urged him on, fueling his desire and intensifying his pleasure.

Killian couldn't resist any longer. He gave in to the devil's seduction and let himself go. His body writhed with pleasure as he continued to stroke himself, each movement bringing him closer to the edge.

His mind was filled with nothing but Amelia, her soft skin, her gentle touch, and her intoxicating presence. He could almost feel her beside him, her breath hot against his skin, her hands roaming his body. He was lost in his own fantasy, becoming a slave to his desires.