<div align="center">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/HELL_zpsedncze2q.png) (http://s1184.photobucket.com/user/Bchan1986/media/HELL_zpsedncze2q.png.html)</div><br/>Down a long rocky path that had seen many a foot and carriage; surrounded by a mountain of fire and brimstone, there would be seen a castle made of stone and brick; faded and water struck from the past centuries when it had been built.  It stood three stories high; two sets of chimney's between each set of windows on the highest floor.  Concrete steps lead up to the front door of the Demon Kingdom where maids and servants would greet their masters and guests.  The long spacious halls would be covered with paintings of family members done by artists, heads hung and bodies stuffed of creatures hunted about the lands for sport, and swords, shields, and full-body suits of armor.  To the left side of the hallway would be the living room; a fur rug set in front of the stone-made fireplace where the sound of a crackling fire would be heard along with the constant tick-tick-ticking of the grandfather clock next to it.  A couch and two large chairs surrounded the fireplace; a black grand piano set up by the far corner window of the large room looking out the front entrance of the Underworld in the distance.<br/><br/>The next room over was the dining room; a long rectangle-shaped table set in the middle; chairs lined up and down both ends of each side.  Brass chandeliers hung overhead; each one carefully placed and lit with candles to light up the room with a warm glow.  More paintings of breathtaking sceneries and timeless antiques and vases filled with flowers made the room feel cosy and inviting.  Doors leading to the kitchen were connected to the room where cooking and preparing meals were done.  Smells of spices and mouthwatering aromas would escape through the constant opening and shutting of the swinging doors as cooks and servants would serve breakfast, lunch, dinner, and afternoon tea.<br/><br/>To the left side of the hallway was where you would find the main study room; rows upon rows of books lined up to keep anyone who loved literature occupied for hours on end.  It was also used as the smoking room for the men who had a cigar over a glass of something strong as they discussed business amongst one another while the women were left in the living room to talk among themselves about their marriages and personal lives at the time.  Back down the hall and to the front door of the house was the grand staircase; leading up to the second floor where guests would stay for a few nights or for those unsuspecting family members.  The third floor was where the masters of the household rooms were kept.  The King and Queen stayed at the end of one hallway while their two children stayed in separate bedrooms down the other side.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/My%20drawings/DOM_zpsjb76zwun.png) (http://s1184.photobucket.com/user/Bchan1986/media/My%20drawings/DOM_zpsjb76zwun.png.html)</div>The youngest of the two children was called Dominique; a young girl of twenty---at least in human years--- with long flowing hair of midnight black and eyes of amethyst.  Her skin was fair; almost making her appear ghostly compared to her darker-skinned older brother.  While both children had taken traits from their parents, Dominique was often mistaken to be a reincarnation of her mother; savor for the dark purple-colored eyes of her father.<br/><br/>It was mid afternoon; having just finished being served lunch.  Everything was how it should be.  The Royal Family emblem still flapped proudly above the castle to let everyone in the Underworld know who reigned over them; barely any activity seen going on across the wide red sky.  The temperature was just right that it was not too cold and not too hot; at least for a demon living underground.  She had been frequently having her afternoon tea outside in the garden.  Being indoors most of the time only entertained her for so long.  So she learned to horseback ride and to garden; being taught by the servants who ran the kitchen.  Inside, she read books containing stories and poetry, and even learned how to play the family piano.  She was such a fast learner that her trainer that tutored her was no longer needed.  The same could be said for sword fighting or other sorts of one-on-one combat.<br/><br/>That particular afternoon however was different.  Though it brought about peace and relaxation, it also brought along endless days of boredom.  No signs were found of it stopping for the last thirteen days after her father had returned home from another war breaking out.  Dominique decided that if she was to be kept indoors until it would stop, she would keep herself company with playing the piano, but even that began to grow dull...<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></div><br/>A frustrated growl and her eyes closed shut.  Pulling one hand out from behind her head, she ran her fingers through her raven hair.  "I suppose I could take a bath and then try and take a nap..."  After a moment of debating, the Princess of the Demon Kingdom forced herself to rise to her feet; the sound of her boots echoing off the walls upon exiting the living room and entering the hallway to head towards the bathing room.  The bath had been upgraded recently; not liking that there wasn't any privacy aside from the door; being the only thing between her and someone randomly pulling it open and getting an eyeful.  Not that she was<em>embarrassed</em>about anything.  She had no shame in others seeing her body; however, it was also what often got her in trouble.  This both amused her<em>and</em>pissed her off; sometimes leaving someone with a few missing teeth and going both one and two in their underwear.  Thanks to her loving mother, Dominique had all the right curves in the right places; her bust being the most noticeable of all for being decently sized and not consisted of having any surgery of any kind done to them.  She dared all who thought them to be fake, but only a few actually had the balls to grab handfuls of her breasts and squeeze them.<br/><br/>Articles of clothing began piling on the floor as she undressed.  Her black leather boots were taken off first and set by the door so as to not get soaked.  Nothing was worse than having your feet automatically wet upon slipping them feet inside your shoes.  Next came her top...or<em>lack</em>there of.  It was literally a tube top with two oval shaped straps placed in between the cleavage of her breasts and held together by a collar around her neck.  It was pointless and would look quite odd wearing a bra underneath.  Her jean shorts and black underwear were the easiest to remove; sliding them down over long pale legs.  The gun holster attached to her belt were the last to be taken off and placed by the edge of the tub before becoming head to toe completely naked.  By then, the water she had been running was now causing the room to steam up.  The feeling of warmth caused shivers to race up her spine and break out in goosebumps along her skin as she stepped inside.  Soaking her hair, she proceeded to grab a bar of soap and rub it over her chest, arms, and legs.  Lathering up one hand, she then opened her legs some and created a soapy mess over her groin.  It wasn't until after she had rinsed the area free of suds that she found her fingers lingering over the folds of her vagina.<br/><br/>Either<em>boredom</em>or<em>lack</em>of sex, she wasn't sure, but the sudden feeling of arousal found herself leaning against the wall and propping one foot up; spreading her legs open even further to give more room to move her skillful hand.  While one hand was busy at rubbing her most sensitive spot; pinching and tugging at her clit, her other hand was massaging one of her breasts.  Despite tilting her head back and panting heavily, the feverish work of fingering herself wasn't enough.  Even upon adding a third finger and pushing it all the way to her knuckles, it still left no satisfaction for her.  She wanted; needed something<em>bigger</em>,<em>longer</em>, and<em>harder</em>than her small feminine hand.  Sex toys weren't the same as the real thing, no matter how advanced they were.  The sudden need to release however, was one not to ignore.  After the horrible week she had endured and coming home after another lame ass mission, she needed to get rid of the stress any way she knew how.<br/><br/>And it just so happen to be self pleasuring oneself in a nice hot bath.