Thread: Married For An Alliance  (me and darkest_fate

See, there were definite advantages to being the demon princess that Solange had been taking advantage of for most of her life. The pampered living, the best servants, pretty well anyone she cared to have for a partner. There was, after all, a strong strain of succubus blood in the demonic princess, something that everyone recognized and either respected or tolerated or longed after, depending on whom you were asking. She'd been living a mostly carefree life up until this point, enjoying the freedom that came with being royalty in a royal line that all but rewarded improper behavior. Thus it had been something of a surprise to her to hear about some sort of marriage alliance. Her parents had spoken to her about it, detailing the possibility of peacefully combining the two kingdoms. If the world saw the elf and demon kingdoms uniting together, then they'd stop judging the demon race so strongly. Given that it had been several centuries, at the least, since the demons had gone around conquering and doing their thing, this struck them as the way to go. It was tiring to continually work to convince the World of Light that no, you didn't want to take them over any more. No, they didn't want to capture all their people for slaves. Okay, fuck-buddies, certainly, but slaves? That was so a thing of the past. Plus, the demon kingdom of Sore yes, really was more than wealthy. Turns out that the sprawling southlands were a treasure trove of spices and metals. And since demons didn't often need weapons. Still, Solange did not like the idea of being married. Married people didn't get to fuck around, or at least not often. They had to report into someone, and--- Wait a moment, doesn't the king just have that one daughter? she'd finally asked. What's her name, Eleanor? The prim, proper one with the-- she held her hand out to about half her prodigious bust size and what she knew to be very impressive for an elf. When her parents nodded, Solange smiled. Okay. Because she just knew that Eleanor, prim, proper, perfect princess Eleanor, had likely never seen another naked being outside of a textbook. To have that elfish princess as her bride? the beautiful virginal one? Oh yeah, literally a demon dream come true, especially if you had some succubus blood in you. Though Solange did figure a good portion of her marriage would be less about that and more about political ramifications and attempting to get an elf to somehow survive demon court. Wedding time. They'd put Solange in male demonic wedding attire, which amused the demoness to no end. The black tunic clung to her body in ways that actually amplified her impressive curves, not that much wouldn't on Solange. Her breasts alone could just about take out men with a good swing. And she had the nearly perfect hourglass waist, with swollen hips good for child bearing, though Solange was pretty sure that was going to be Eleanor's job, and a nice plump ass. Black silken fabric lined with gold now clung to nearly every inch, save for holes strategically placed for Solange's purple, bat-like wings she preferred to think that bats had demon-like wings. The only real feminine thing on Solange was the official tiara of the demon princess an intricate working of black gold inlaid with a fiery red gemstone. She thought it clashed with her lust violet hair, personally. Now she stepped beside her bride on the castle steps. Aww, don't look too sad, my beautiful wife, she said, putting an arm around Eleanor's shoulders. We'll be touring the elvish kingdom in just a month or so. Plus, everyone will think you're not thrilled about your new marriage to your gorgeous bride, with that final word, Solange reached up to undo her hair, which had been twisted into an intricate design atop her head again, likely to try and maintain the pathetic illusion of masculinity. Kinky violet fell in waves down to the demoness's rear, and she fluffed it a few more times before removing her crown. Oh, how I hate this formal crap, she muttered under her breath. She smiled at Eleanor. Though there are some benefits, eh, wifey?