Dilemma

Liam and Xander looked at each other with furrowed brows, wondering what Henry meant.

Henry and Israel were the best of friends, they acted like twins, played, and studied together. They were very different in personality, Henry was cold, annoying, and liked to be left alone. Israel was cunning, naughty, and kind, and he enjoyed spending time with his loved ones.

Sometimes people wonder how the two best friends were able to endure each other and grow in harmony. Israel hates being told what to do, and Henry likes to be a dictator. They barely fight or argue with each other, and over the years some of Israel's behavior was starting to show on Henry. For example, before he didn't like to be in the gathering of demons, but thanks to Israel, he was starting to open up to his friends a little.

Also, Israel is the only one who can get Henry to calm down and talk politely. Whenever he is around Israel, he likes to impress him, so it is kind of hard for them to believe that Israel suddenly wanted him dead.

“He must have fought with Israel,” Liam said with a grimace on his face, turning to look at Xender.

“But how big is the fight, though? Henry looked like he had just fought for his life. I doubt Israel can hurt him this much. Maybe he had one of his usual arguments with Lazarus,” Xender replied thoughtfully.

“I doubt that. He has gotten used to Lazarus, that can't be the reason,” Liam retorted, and they looked at the drunk man lying on the floor for a while before Xender decided to take him back home.

*****
“I got bored waiting for your call. At first, I thought those your pathetic human mistresses were responsible for keeping you busy, but after a quick observation, I realized you haven't been giving them your attention latest,” Maria lamented as her body entered the jacuzzi, she slowly moved closer to Lazarus and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Your Majesty, who have you been giving your attention to? Is there someone else?” She asked, her tone filled with jealousy. She seducingly spread her legs, positioning Lazarus's cock inside her sex.

Lazarus didn't seem to be in the mood for a conversation, and he swiftly pulled her closer to himself, allowing his prick to penetrate properly, “Do your job and get the fuck out! I am in no mood for lectures,” he deadpanned, his voice cold.

Maria looked disappointed, and her eyes dropped, nonetheless, she began to ride on Lazarus's cock, hoping the juicy milk gushing out of her sex would do the magic and make him hard. But no matter how fast she rode his dick, or how high she moaned in pleasure, Lazarus wasn't moved, his dick didn't harden, instead he looked irritated and disgusted by her presence.

After Maria cum, Lazarus pushed her away from himself and hissed, “The water is polluted, don't forget to drain it on your way out,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“Come on, Lazarus, that's not fair. You're purposefully denying yourself the right to enjoy my body. What else do you want from me? I have given you my all! I was the only one that stuck with you when your curse was raging, and you became sexually mad. Have you forgotten that none of those your so-called mistress was able to satisfy me? I was the only one with that power,” she lamented with a pained voice and shamefully came out of the jacuzzi.

“You're talking as if you did it for free,” Lazarus scoffed at his words, “May I remind you that in return for your so-called power, I had to kill the real princess. You claim you satisfied me, didn't I also satisfy you? Or was it a one-man enjoyment?” He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “Don't try to act like a saint, because you're completely far from it! Now get out of my room before I think of a pleasurable punishment for you,” he teased her with a taunting smile.

Maria would have happily stayed, it was obvious in her eyes that she wanted Lazarus's punishment, but the shame and embarrassment she was feeling broke the lustful thoughts passing through her head, and she picked up her towel and ran out of the room.

“That bitch has an ear problem,” Lazarus groaned and gently came out of the jacuzzi. Some of Maria's juice was still floating on the surface, and the sight alone made him want to puke.

A knock echoed on the door and two young maids entered, he didn't bother to hide his nakedness, because almost all the maids had pleasured him before. Their heads were bowed, but Lazarus knew they wanted to ogle at his body.

“Change the water,” he instructed one of the maids, pointing at the jacuzzi, and she quickly got to work. “You,” he turned to the other maid, she looked a bit familiar, and on watching her closely, he realized she was one of the maids whom he slept with during one of his visits to the neighboring country.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the maid replied, her heart racing fast.

‘I will do anything to have his huge cock thrusting down my throat.’

He didn't mean to, but he listened to her thoughts and he was disgusted to hear what the maid was thinking.

‘I am annoyed anyway, let's see if this one can make me feel any better,’ he thought to himself.

“Kneel!” He ordered the maid with a husky voice, and her eyes lightened at once. She quickly got on her knees and raised her hands as if she was expecting a mic.

“Widen your mouth for me, bitch, and let's see if you have what it takes to make me forget a certain naughty wolf,” he whispered, and roughly thrust his huge cock into her mouth.

The maid looked like she had just swallowed something bigger than her mouth, but in no time, her sinful tongue and her hot mouth were performing appropriately.