Demon King Who Will Rule the Infinite Worlds

Aura, an invasive energy that the Family controlled, born from their first creation, a woman the world called Whore of Caelum, and her bloodline continues to this day. Anyone who comes into touch with this Aura is cursed for life or from birth. But I...didn't know it then.

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"Mom! I am home!"

Eve was thrown by the weight of her eighteen-year-old, blonde-haired, blue-eyed son, Arthur, hugging her from behind while she was sitting on a weight bench, listening to songs. She wasn't using it; only her husband and boys used these machines. She used the lighter ones for mild workouts.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," She turned to look at her son, stepson actually. He had sandy blonde hair, green eyes that he shared with his father, and the brightest smile she had ever seen in a man. He was quite tall and lean, and he sat down behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Her golden hair brushed against his face, but he didn't mind. It was about 12 years ago, when she was just 18 and in a ton of debt. Luckily for her, she was good looking. Not to brag, but she had always been the prettiest girl in school or even in college. Whenever she went out, it would turn heads.

Be it her silky golden hair or blue eyes that could give oceans a run for their beauty. Men loved her lips that were pink, not too thick or thin. The women hated her smile that could give movie actors a run for their money, and her curves. The boys at the bars always drooled at her hips, and she had heard men talk in groups about her having a heart-shaped butt.

Though, all that beauty didn't help her with her debts. She did what part-time jobs she could, being good with kids and being liked by them helped with that. That's where she met her two kids and their father. Was it love at first sight? No. Was he hot? Very much so. Did that change the fact that he was 12 years older than her and father to two six-year-olds? No.

He needed someone to keep an eye on his children after his recent loss, and she needed money. At some point, that turned into a marriage of convenience for them both, and now 12 years had passed. The kids had all grown up, and she had become used to this life. She was happy with it.

Though recently, Arthur started clinging to her like he was a child again. He wasn't as shy anymore, and it was like she was a magnet to his eyes. At first, she thought it was innocent, and he had become mature and stopped acting out against her. It warmed her at first, she wouldn't lie, but as more time passed, she felt his stares changing into that of a hungry predator.

His arms wrapped around her more possessively, like right now. She told him not to do that, but he wouldn't care, get angry, or act out. Only grin and hug her with all the love, which made her feel like she was in the wrong to even think anything else.

"What have you been up to, mother dearest?"

"Just resting after the workout."

"Oh! I see... what are you listening to?"

"This," he finally let go and she stood up to sit down again, facing him, putting the earphone in his ear. To her surprise, he pulled her closer by the arm, putting his forehead on her shoulder, breathing out a sigh of content.

"Arthur. Let me warm your lunch," she tried to get away from him, but the arm wrapped around her didn't loosen even a little.

"Five more minutes," he sounded so tired that she couldn't say anything. Was he okay? The boy was acting weird for some time and was tired all the time. "Fine."

She stroked his hair, looking around the house. Now she could only stare at the wall. It was better when she was facing the other side. Her dearest husband was rather rich. They lived in a two-story house with dark chocolate brown wooden furnishing on the outside.

Tall trees and bushes surrounded the house on three sides, hiding it from view. There was a basketball hoop outside the entrance, while inside was a modern-looking interior. Tall, furnished walls and polished dark brown floors with warm light illuminating every room.

There was a gym on the first floor, looking over the swimming pool and outdoor space along with rows of sunbathing sofas. It was an extensive workspace filled with high-end cardio machines, weights, boxing, and MMA gear.

And the kitchen was equally massive. A very clean kitchen, with marble flooring, dark wooden cabinets, and a big, long white marble table and counter, along with a wine rack that held numerous wines. There was an induction burner with a deep-fat fryer, a sandwich press, and a panini press. Also, a dishwasher, a steamer, and everything else one could need.

All of it looked over forest and city in the distance. This included three double bedrooms that each had a dressing room plus a bathroom. A main bathroom, living room plus dining room, along with a fireplace by the swimming pool. And if that was not enough, there was an entertainment room with a bar.

You get the point; they lived quite well and comfortably, with money not an issue at all.

This all was to distract herself from Arthur. The way his hand moved to grab her and pull her in a way only a husband should have done with his wife was too much. Maybe she was the problem in how she was reacting. Even though her marriage was more for convenience, it didn't lack passion.

Especially with how great he was in bed. He was a monster; he was the best thing she had ever felt, and he fucked her into a stupor every time. She had been careful to hide that part of herself from the boys. She never wanted them to walk into him knocking her brains out.

Though at the time, he would leave her in position, in places where she couldn't believe the boys didn't find or see her. Oh no, she shouldn't think about it. It had been three weeks since he went on his trip, and it was the longest that she had gone without his touch. Her body had been getting out of her control.

Let alone Arthur was holding her so closely. Her breasts pressed against his strong pecs, his body warmth enveloping her in it. And she was feeling up more; her nipples got hard and a soft, wet sensation was felt in between her legs.

"Is something on your mind, mother?" She shivered as his breath hit her ears and sent electricity through her body.

She gulped. She knew she couldn't do this. She had been lucky. She found a great man, married him, while she didn't have children of her own. She did raise two wonderful boys, and they had a great life. She wasn't gonna be that woman and destroy her life, her marriage for some fun. Especially not with her own stepson.

"I am just wondering why my little boy has gotten so clingy all of a sudden. I haven't even hugged you like this since you were 11." They were close back in the day. She raised him, but he had grown distant as the years went on and puberty came. They hadn't really held each other closely for years.

His green eyes stared at her face for a few moments before smiling widely, making her heart throb with warmth. "Can't I hug mother?"

She could see why girls were falling over for him in college, but he was too innocent for some women. She wanted to protect him from it all so much. "Did something happen? Did someone bully you?"

The grip on her tightened, but Arthur was still not letting go of his wide smile. His lips were just like his father's, thick yet soft, and just right to make a kiss last for days. "No mother, it's nothing like that." He nuzzled his nose against the side of her face.

She couldn't hold back a little giggle and grabbed him by his face, rubbing her cheek against his. They both were smiling like silly idiots, and in those moments, it seemed like they were mother and son. If only it didn't arouse her so much, but she had to take a breath before he saw her like that.

"I need to take the meat out," he was disappointed that she had to go, so she kissed his forehead. Her lips lingered on his forehead. She took a long, soft breath before kissing his cheek. She wanted to shower his face with kisses like she used to whenever he came back home from school all those years ago, but doing that same thing felt so weird at the same time.

She didn't let herself look back and was already in the kitchen. She needed to change from these revealing clothes that showed too much of her skin. This damn sports bra and tight shorts were only making the hunger grow. Her nipples had been rock hard since he hugged her, poking against the cloth, while the shorts were showing more of her ass cheeks than they were hiding.

"Damn it. Get it together, Eve," she scolded herself and began to cut the vegetables. Though, no matter what, she couldn't shake the growing need to touch herself off. Her fingers brushed against her nipples through the bra a few times while the knife moved in one hand. That wasn't enough. "It has been so long... no. Just no."

She took the chicken breast and mixed it with the marinade. Her thoughts were stuck in her bedroom. How many times had her husband and she had sex in their bed? They had fucked on the floor and in every room. In fact, this kitchen counter was also defiled multiple times. His strong arms lifting her ass up, while her pussy was devoured by him until he fucked it.

She gulped down saliva and put down the knife. She couldn't wait anymore; her hand slipped down into her shorts. Her clit had been engorged since Arthur held her. The heat was only rising in between her thighs, and the first rub from her fingers almost made her legs tremble. It was the worst when her own fingers pushed themselves into her glistening hole.

Her juices coated her fingers while she imagined her husband on the counter. How his cock throbbed and pulsed, begging for attention. She stroked her clit and moaned at the fantasy of stroking him, feeling his warm cock's precum on her finger as they wrapped around it tightly.

"What would mom like?"

"Oh!" She shrieked at the voice behind her. Arthur's hand gripped the kitchen island's counter and stared down at the meat.

He smiled in her direction, and she felt like an idiot. Had he seen her red face? Did he know she was fingering herself? No. He couldn't have. Her back was towards him. Though her hand was wet from juices and the knife was left abandoned on the counter for too long. No. Don't think like that. He would never think that about his own mother.

"I-I want a... burger..." His green eyes locked into hers.

"A burger?"

"Yea," He grinned, and she was forced to avert her gaze from embarrassment. She hurriedly went to the sink to wash her hands, trying to distract him. "Right, where is your brother?"

"He has his soccer practice," his voice felt louder. "Hey... I have been wondering if... you want to... maybe watch a movie tonight?"

"Movie? We can do that." His sudden smile didn't give her a chance to refuse, and he went back into the gym.

"Umm, yea. I think I should change my clothes."

She rushed upstairs and closed her room. What was happening with her life? She just wanted her husband to come back home. There was no way the boy would act like he was acting once her husband was home.

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