SebastianxDemon!Reader His Princess Ch 1

SebastianxDemon!Reader

His Princess

Chapter One: Choosing Day

                Choosing day, the first one in centuries, was occurring today. A day where all of Hell’s unmated, maiden demons were supposed to ripen themselves in case they were chosen by one of Lucifer’s one-thousand-year-old sons. It was a tradition. All of Satan’s sons were to scan Hell on the night of their one thousandth birthday. He would choose a woman whose scent he liked and test her to see if he enjoyed her personality. If she pleased him, she would be placed back in her bed to sleep until he’d retrieve her in the morning. If she displeased him, she was killed and his search for his mate would continue.

                Unfortunately, a certain (h/c)-haired, (e/c)-eyed cat demon fell into the category of “unmated, maiden demon” and she was forbidden to walk the earth unless she was under contract, which she was not. She was referred to as The Cat or The Feline in Hell, for demons were known by their familiars rather than names.

                She slipped into her bed and tried to sleep, something that was unnecessary. She laughed to herself at the thought of the high class demon girls polishing themselves to be chosen by their Crow Prince. The Cat only sighed, hoping that he would find his mate quickly and not fly over her home, and if he did that he would find her scent unappealing and pass over her.

                A few hours after The Cat had fallen asleep, The Crow Prince had begun his flight. He had already killed four noble girls, for they were too submissive and didn’t really have much of a personality. The red hues of Hell matched his scarlet eyes and his long, tousled hair matched his familiar. The Crow was dressed in a suit and he had his wide, black wings spread completely, flying through the air. He was now far from his castle and in a less extravagant section of the vast wasteland. This was where the common demons lived. They filled the majority of the population so it only made since that he would find his mate here. He sniffed each chimney only to be met with terrible stenches. He scoffed, perhaps he was wrong. He continued his flight about a mile down the road. He stopped. For something drifted into his nostrils, something very good. It was by far the best female he had smelled all night. He flew to the house and sniffed again, the smell only got stronger the closer he got. He smirked and flew down the chimney. Once down, he climbed out of the fireplace and walked to the source of the wonderful scent: a bedroom. He entered slowly to see the maiden sprawled across her bed, snoring softly. He blinked in surprise, for he expected to be met with open eyes. He shrugged, this only intrigued him more. He took the lamp that was still lit and walked to her bedside. She twitched her nose, finally coming to, and her big (e/c) eyes popped open. The Crow blinked at her bright (e/c) eyes. (E/c) was rare for demons, for it was a color that most humans possessed. Most demons had red, gold, dark blue or black eyes.

                The maiden blinked and sighed. She looked up at the prince as if to say she was ready for whatever was coming to her. He drew his wings in and offered his pale, alabaster hand for her to take.

                “I hope you slept well, my dear. Now we can truly begin. I’d like to start off with saying that you are absolutely beautiful. Especially those eyes, such a rare color.” The Cat shuddered in fear. Why had she been chosen? Why her out of all the others? She took the hand that was held out for her and stood hesitantly. “You’re obedient. Good. Now let’s have a look at you.” The Feline recognized his accent as British. He must have done a lot of contracts in England. His scarlet eyes traced every part of her body. “Ah…how lovely. Such soft curves, wonderful bust, wide hips—perfect for bearing my children—and a nice, round arse. You’re body is breathtaking,” His eyes glazed over. “I wouldn’t mind making you mine right now, but such activities must wait. What a shame.” The Feline’s eyebrows knitted together in anger.

                “If you only want me as your concubine, kill me now. I refuse to live that life.” The Crow blinked, but smirked eventually.

                “So bold, out of all the women I’ve ever encountered, none have ever dared to challenge me. That only makes you more irresistible. Now, tell me what type of demon you are and what I shall call you. You can call me Crow or Raven.”

                “I’m a cat. You can call me Cat or Feline. I answer to both.” The prince’s face was split with a huge grin.

                “Oooh!! A kitty!! I simply adore cats! I will call you Kitten!”  The Cat narrowed her unique eyes and glared at him.

                “Crow, I said that you could call me Cat or Feline, not Kitten or Kitty. All right?” He smirked and grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes.

                “Look, Kitten. I don’t take orders from you. I’ll call you by what pleases me. I’m the prince, you are the commoner. Obey me. Unless you have a death wish, of course.” The Cat scoffed.

                “If you didn’t like me you would have killed me by now.”

                “True, I do like you. I adore your personality. But, our meeting isn’t over until I say. I could kill you now out of spite, understood?” The Cat nodded hesitantly and The Crow smiled and patted her head. “Good Kitty.” He placed both of his hands on her hips and pulled her so that their bodies were flush against each other’s. He swept her (curly/straight/etc.), (h/c) locks over her shoulder and nuzzled her bare neck with his nose. “Such soft skin…” The Cat wiggled, but was only pressed tighter to the prince. She gave up and the prince smirked. Unbeknownst to The Feline, her predestined mate had exposed his fangs and in the matter of seconds, there was a large bite mark on her neck. She jumped and pulled away in shock. She lifted a hand to soothe the wound, but it was only swatted away by The Crow.

                “I have to do something! It’s bleeding!” He shook his head sternly.

                “Leave it alone, you’ll be fine. I can’t let my mate die, so you’ll be safe. Be a good kitty and go back to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” The Crow drew out his wings and ran with lightning speed back to the fireplace and up the chimney to leave The Feline’s home. She climbed back in bed and forced herself to sleep, all the while severely aware of the raging pain in her neck.