A red haired demon girl walked past me, her black horns curling around her head.  Her cleavage taunted me from her button up shirt, the black uniform for demons hugging her hourglass figure perfectly. The morning sun bathed her in a way I had never seen a woman before, the feeling nauseating me. Stepping in front of her, I had to fix this before I lost control.  

“You should cover up demon trash.” I chided her icily, her presence sickening me. “What the hell?  Why are your bre-”  Her ample breasts weren’t allowing me to button up her shirt, the girls in white uniforms glaring in my direction.  My cock grew hard, her fangs sticking out just so.   

“Are you done, you fucking stuffed shirt?” She growled irritably, making my temper flare the moment she slapped my hand away. “I already know what classroom I am going to be placed in.”  I wanted to scream at her, the dirt she kicked up coating my pristine white uniform.  God, I hated her.  In fact I hated all women.  She was on the stage where the seniors of this blasted academy had their paths chosen by Lady Fate herself.  Her mismatched red and black eyes made my heart skip a beat, clutching my chest.  What was this odd feeling?  

“Alice Hithero, hero class.” The airy  voice announced quietly, shock widening my golden eyes.  Why the hell would she pick a demon to be a hero?  Rage boiled in my veins, my white leather gloves creaking as I clenched my fists. The students in white all whispered among themselves, this behavior peeving me off. How dare she have the audacity to be a hero? Be that as it may, I just wanted to move on with my day. Marissa waved happily in direction, no feelings rising for her. This was all becoming too much, a million words rattling around in my head.

“Are you going to get off the stage, freak?” I barked rudely, the crowd cheering.  Spinning around, her fists were clenched tightly..  Tears welled up in her eyes, blood dripping onto the stage.  Her sly grin on a defiant face made me put my bag over my groin, my dick wanting to say hello again. Damn she was strong, her defiance making me want her more.  No stop, mind.  Don’t betray me now?  Why did I even care if she was going to cry?  No, refuse to let her defy me. 

“Just who the hell do you think you are?” She retorted, her fist heading straight for my face.  A curious look brightened my face, her give a damns clearly gone.  A bruise was beginning to form on my palm, her strength making the tyrant in me stir.  I wanted her, but I hated her at the same time.  Such conflicting thoughts bounced around my head, watching her stomp off to the hero’s dorms.  The door creaked open, my eyebrow twitching at the sight of Alice Hithero’s name on my sign.  She was setting her bag down on the worn floor, hatred brewing between the two of us.   

“I get the bed since I am next in line to become the emperor, trash.” I teased her cruelly, emphasizing the word trash.  “How did you cheat the system anyways?” Turning her back towards me, she ripped the top blanket off.  Shooting off her mouth, her sharp tongue getting on my nerves.  A permanent scowl curling on my lips. How dare she speak to me this way?  Running my hands through my shaggy black hair, my golden eyes watching her set the blanket on the floor.  What is her freaking deal?  Her mind was blocked off my mind reading skills, irking me to the point of me wanting to stab something.  Horror gripped my body, my face scrunching up in disgust.  My betrothed Marissa burst into the room, raising her fist.   An audible crack rang out in the air, her fist slamming into Alice’s face.  

Barking at her hotly, I pulled out my mirror and called my father.  He never believed me that she was a royal bitch, my father distressed at the sight of me.  I didn’t have any time for his typical scoldings, flipping the mirror around.  I could have jumped up with joy at the sound of my father cutting off the engagement. Joy soon turned to terror when he threatened to take away my crown if I didn’t choose a bride within a year.  Pulling Alice close to my chest, I announced her as my bride.  Rage seethed in her mismatched eyes, my father looking pleasantly surprised.  Warmth melted my icy heart just for a minute until he asked me to kiss her as proof.  To be honest, her black lips looked juicy and plump.  Pressing my lips against hers lustfully, she melted into my arms.  Scarlet burned my cheeks, my mind racing to understand the feeling of my heart fluttering.  She was a demon and a hero, we couldn’t be.  He asked her something, her voice turning me on all over again.  

“Of course, I love him.” She stammered awkwardly, pecking me on the cheek.  “He is such a strong man who will be a brilliant leader for our country.”  Beaming, our bodies stiffened.  The words, you will get married this weekend then nauseating me.  Before I could protest, my elderly attendant in all white popped up in the door.  Reaching for our bags, Alice smiled warmly while she picked up half the suitcases.  Clearly she wasn’t a princess of any sort, my attendant happy for the break.   

We sat across from each other, my eyes searching through her one suitcase.  She had no gowns, but a bunch of uniforms.  Did she plan on living in the uniform, my eyes falling on a black rose corset and long black silk skirt.  Tossing them to her, she finally exploded.  

“I have been more than patient with you!” She yelled explosively, not shocking me at this point.  “First you show up and tell me to cover up, then you make me your bride.  What am I going to get out of this?  All of my family is dead due to your family name.  Only my grandmother remains, and she wants me to be evil.”  One of these days, her words would get her in trouble.  Surprise brightened my eyes, laughter actually coming from my pressed lips.  Tossing her jacket over my head, she kept throwing her clothes over my face.  Unladylike thumping erupted around me, the struggle of getting dressed in a carriage proving to be difficult for her. Thump, her jacket fell on my lap.  Large pale breasts bounced around, my face reddening.  Wanting to say something sarcastic, various stages of bruises lined her arms.  Shame dimmed her eyes, her fiery personality fading away quickly. 

“Do you need help?” I mumbled shyly, trying not to stare at her beautiful breasts.  Saying nothing, she held it up to her perfect figure.  Yanking on the ribbon, the worn black silk hugged her tiny waist.  Tying it, the temptation to wrap my arms around her waist was getting harder to resist.  Turning around, our eyes couldn’t meet.  Her beauty met no bounds, the dress making her look like a dark angel.  Braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, her black lips stood out more against her porcelain skin.

“We have to look convincing you know.” She grumbled begrudgingly, smoothing out her skirt. “Are you okay?  You are staring at me.”  Shaking my head, my cold demeanor snapped back.  

“I don’t know how to be nice!” I retorted coldly, my eyebrow twitching.  Scoffing, her eyes rolled.  God I just wanted to hate her so bad.  Deep down inside, the tyrant in me wanted to take her now.  

“Clearly.” She snarled numbly, watching the trees flash by the windows. “How about a couple of pet names, and no trash does not count.” Covering my lips, a dry laugh fell from my lips again.  Two times in one day, a new record was formed. 

“May I ask how that happened to you, my vixen?” I queried stoically,  a purr rumbling in her throat. “I don’t mean to pry.”  Crossing her arms on her lap, she remained silent for the rest of the ride.  Something must have happened for her confidence to be zapped away, clearly abuse of some kind.  Tears welled up in her eyes, concern actually flashing in my eyes for the first time.  The carriage jolted to a stop, her breasts pressed into my face as she fell on top of me.  My father Emerald opened the door, his eyes twinkling jovially.  If we were blushing before, there was no red to describe the color on our cheeks now.  

“You two can’t keep your hands off of each other.” He teased lightly, words of protest waiting on the tip of my tongue.  The copper taste of blood poisoned my taste buds, my teeth biting my tongue as she pinched the back of my neck.  A poised smile curled on her black lips, her slender hands pushing herself off of me.  

“Hello father.” She called out cheerfully, hopping out of the carriage. “Come along, dragon.”  Shivers of pleasure shot up my spine, her sexy voice calling me dragon.  Shooting me a loving smile, she offered me her black and blue hand.  Taking her hand, she helped me out.  Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pressed her lips against mine sensually.  Time stopped, the sounds of the white marble castle fading away.  Nuzzling into her neck, she smelled like roses on a hot summer day.  

“What do you think you are doing?” I whispered into her ear huskily, a ferocious death glare met my eyes. “Even if I hate you, I am still a man.”