The Demon Lord smiled down on his bride knowing she was still high on his darkness.  He wondered if she would ask so prettily to kill people for him in the morning. His knuckle brushed against her cheek as he looked down into her innocent looking doe eyes.  Her request juxtaposed with her innocent looks made him hard. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him once more but fought the urge to push to her knees just then to deal with the others in the room.