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He yanks you from the cage, pulling your body flush against his with a force that leaves you breathless. The heat radiating from him seeps through your clothes, overwhelming you as his heartbeat thunders slowly and menacingly against your temple. You can feel the power emanating from him, a dark energy that both terrifies and intrigues you. He wraps his tail around your waist, keeping you close.
Without warning, he leans down, burying his face in the curve of your neck. You freeze, the unexpected intimacy sending shockwaves through you. He inhales deeply, taking a long, deliberate whiff of your scent, and you watch as a look of pure ecstasy washes over his features. His eyes close briefly, and you can see a shiver run through him, as if he’s been struck by a wave of euphoria.
“Mmm,” he growls, almost savoring the aroma that surrounds you. “You smell divine.” The thrill of his reaction sends a mix of fear and an unbidden thrill coursing through you; he’s visibly high from it, intoxicated by your essence.
He straightens, a predatory smile curling his lips as he tilts your chin up forcefully, forcing your gaze to meet his. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “You’re mine now, and it’s time for you to understand what that truly means.”
Your heart races, a mix of fear and a strange thrill coursing through you as you take in the wild hunger in his expression. He revels in your terror, his smile widening as he senses your vulnerability. The air feels thick with tension, and you can’t help but tremble under his gaze.
He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin, and you instinctively flinch. “I’m Sylus,” he whispers, his voice dripping with dark promise. “The king of demons.” He pulls back slightly, his intense gaze locking onto yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “And you, my dear, have been brought here to be my concubine.”
The weight of his words hangs in the air, and you can feel your heart racing. “You should feel special,” he continues, arrogance lacing his tone. “I’ve chosen you above all others to serve at my side. You are mine alone, and that makes you more valuable than any other.”
His declaration sends a mix of dread and disbelief coursing through you, and he seems to revel in the effect it has on you. “I’ll break you in,” he adds, leaning closer again, his voice low and seductive. “And soon enough, you’ll come to crave it. You will serve me at my side while I run the realm.”
The assertion of his power sends a shiver down your spine, solidifying the reality of your captivity. You’re not just a prisoner; you’re a prize, a plaything for the king of demons, and he intends to make you understand your new place in his world.
With a sudden, rough motion, he grips your waist, lifting you off the ground as if you weigh nothing. The world spins for a moment as he carries you into his lair, a chamber that feels both regal and unsettling. The air is thick with an intoxicating mix of power and darkness, wrapping around you like a heavy cloak.
You take in your surroundings: the walls are adorned with deep crimson and obsidian, the flickering light from ornate candelabras casting dancing shadows that seem to whisper secrets of their own. The chamber is dominated by a massive four-poster bed, draped in silks as red as blood, flowing like liquid shadows around the plush mattress. It is luxurious yet eerie, an inviting sanctuary that belies the predatory intentions of its master.
He places you down on the bed with a force that speaks of both dominance and ownership, leaning over you as he towers above. The silks rustle softly beneath you, the fabric cool against your skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Sylus. The bed seems to cradle you, yet the very atmosphere is heavy with a sense of foreboding, as if the room itself is alive, breathing in your fear and uncertainty.
“Don’t fight it,” he commands, his voice low and gravelly, echoing in the vastness of the chamber. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
You try to catch your breath, the reality of your situation crashing down around you. You’re at his mercy, and the conflict within you rages—fear battling against an undeniable pull toward the darkness he represents. He’s ready to claim you, and you can feel the weight of that truth pressing down.
With a swift movement, he captures your wrists, pinning them above your head as he leans closer. The grip of his claws is firm, a reminder of the power he holds over you. “I can't wait to play with you,” he growls, his voice thick with lust and intent. “I bet you're so pretty with cum dripping out your holes." He purred, biting his lip at the thought.
You gasp, your heart racing as he looms over you, every ounce of your being screaming for escape—he’s a demon king, and in this moment, he embodies the very essence of danger.
You try to catch your breath, the reality of your situation crashing down around you. You’re at his mercy, and the conflict within you rages—fear battling against an undeniable pull toward the darkness he represents. He’s ready to claim you, and you can feel the weight of that truth pressing down.
With a sudden, rough motion, he grips your waist, lifting you off the ground as if you weigh nothing. The world spins for a moment as he carries you into his lair, a chamber that feels both regal and unsettling. The air is thick with an intoxicating mix of power and darkness, wrapping around you like a heavy cloak.
You take in your surroundings: the walls are adorned with deep crimson and obsidian, the flickering light from ornate candelabras casting dancing shadows that seem to whisper secrets of their own. The chamber is dominated by a massive four-poster bed, draped in silks as red as blood, flowing like liquid shadows around the plush mattress. It is luxurious yet eerie, an inviting sanctuary that belies the predatory intentions of its master.
He places you down on the bed with a force that speaks of both dominance and ownership, leaning over you as he towers above. The silks rustle softly beneath you, the fabric cool against your skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Sylus. The bed seems to cradle you, yet the very atmosphere is heavy with a sense of foreboding, as if the room itself is alive, breathing in your fear and uncertainty.
“Don’t fight it,” he commands, his voice low and gravelly, echoing in the vastness of the chamber. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
You try to catch your breath, the reality of your situation crashing down around you. You’re at his mercy, and the conflict within you rages—fear battling against an undeniable pull toward the darkness he represents. He’s ready to claim you, and you can feel the weight of that truth pressing down.
With a swift movement, he captures your wrists, pinning them above your head as he leans closer. The grip of his claws is firm, a reminder of the power he holds over you. “You’re my new toy,” he growls, his voice thick with lust and intent. “It’s an honor to be my one and only. You’re worthy of my seed, and I intend to enjoy every moment of this.”
You gasp, your heart racing as he looms over you, every ounce of your being screaming for escape - he’s a demon, and in this moment, he embodies the very essence of danger. The whites of his eyes were turning black with desire, his red of them glowing menacingly. "P-please.." you feel yourself start to plea, but you feel his hand move to your throat. Asserting his dominance, he gives it a gentle , yet threatening squeeze.
“Shhh," he whispers, brushing his lips against your ear, as you feel the heat of his body enveloping you.
You realize that this is only the beginning of your new reality—a reality where you are his, and he will break you in as he sees fit. You try to shut your eyes and block it out but he quickly grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. "Ah ah," he said menacingly.
He hovers over you, eyes gleaming with a feral hunger that sends a jolt of fear and excitement through your veins. “You’re going to learn what it means to be mine,” he growls, his voice a mix of authority and seduction that wraps around you like a shroud.
With a swift motion, he leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. The sensation makes you tremble, a confusing blend of terror and something darker igniting within you. He inhales deeply, his breath warm and tantalizing against your skin. “Your scent drives me wild,” he murmurs, a hint of madness lacing his tone. “It’s intoxicating. You’re going to be my greatest indulgence.”
His hands roam the contours of your body, exploring every curve and dip, as if memorizing your shape. The way he touches you is rough, possessive, as if he’s claiming territory. You squirm beneath him, your instincts screaming for escape, but every time you try to pull away, he only tightens his grip, reveling in your struggle.
“Do you really think you can resist me?” he taunts, his eyes sparkling with sadistic glee. “Don't forget, you’re mine now.” He leans in closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you, making it hard to think clearly. “And I intend to take what's mine.”
His lips find yours, rough and demanding, kissing you with a fervor that leaves no room for argument. You feel his power radiating from him, a dark force that binds you even as you fight against it. The kiss deepens, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you fully as if you are already his.
“Soon,” he breathes against your lips, his voice low and dangerous, “you’ll beg for my touch. You’ll crave it just as I crave you.” The way he speaks makes it clear he has no intention of letting you go; you are his prize, and he intends to keep you.
He pulls back slightly, ensuring you catch the gleam of his lust-filled gaze. “You’re going to learn to love being my concubine,” he declares, his voice a sinister promise. “You’ll be my favorite plaything. I'm really going to love breaking you. And when I’m done, you’ll be begging for me to do it all over again.”
His grip on your wrists tightens, and you feel the weight of his presence pressing down on you, an almost tangible force that leaves no room for escape. You squirm beneath him instinctively, desperation clawing at your insides as you try to pull away from his overwhelming intensity. But he’s a mountain of power, unyielding and relentless.
“Do you really think you can fight me?” he taunts, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest. The sound sends shivers down your spine, a mix of fear coursing through you. The more you resist, the stronger his grip becomes, as if your struggles only feed his desire.
“Stop squirming,” he commands, his voice a low growl that reverberates in your ears. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.” The way he asserts his dominance sends a jolt of apprehension through you, and you realize the futility of your resistance.
He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear, igniting a spark of fear that races through your body. “You will learn to submit,” he whispers, the words dripping with dark promise. His lips graze your skin, trailing down the curve of your neck, teasingly, as if savoring the moment. Each brush of his lips sends shockwaves through you, igniting conflicting feelings deep within—a volatile mix of fear, anticipation, and a strange thrill that leaves you breathless.
As he pulls back slightly, his eyes bore into yours, gleaming with a feral hunger that ignites a fire in your chest. "I'm going enjoy every second of breaking you." he growls, his voice thick with lust. “ He took a step back, his gaze never leaving your body .
"Strip. Slowly. I wish to savor every inch of the flesh that now belongs to me." He commanded, eyes glittering with sadistic delight as he saw your eyes widen in fear.
Trembling, you get up off the bed and stand up in front of him. Keeping your gaze down, you slowly take your dress off, letting it fall at your feet. You hesitate when it's time to take your panties off, not wanting to be so exposed and vulnerable.
"Everything." He ordered, a dangerous tone to his voice.
You nod and choke back tears as you slide them down and let them fall at your ankles.
His eyes raked over you approvingly, a rumbling purr building in his chest. He walked around you, soaking in every angle of you before walking up behind you, wrapping his tail around your leg to keep you close. He extended one of his claws and drug it down your spine, sending shivers through your body, applying just enough pressure not to break the skin.
"Beautiful, and all mine to play with." Suddenly, he spun you around to face him, pressing your bodies close as he claimed your mouth with a brutal kiss. His tongue delved past your lips to stake it's claim. One hand slid down to your rear, grabbing it rough and possessively.
Breaking the kiss, Sylus nippled sharply at your bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood that he lapped up with a throaty chuckle.
"Mmm, exquisite," He murmured. "I could get drunk off of you, my pet."
His hands roamed your curves greedily, claws leaving red lines behind. He walked you backwards to the bed, pushing you down on the silk-draped surface. He loomed over you, eyes glowing crimson with barely restrained hunger.
He leaned down, dragging his long tongue along the column of your throat. He paused at your pulse point teeth grazing the skin hard enough to dimple it without breaking through. Clawed hands found your breasts and grabbed at them hungrily. "These belong to me now." He purred as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, biting down hard enough to make you yelp, before soothing the sting with his tongue, alternating between sucking and licking. His free hand dove between your thighs, greedily rubbing your clit. "Mm," he groaned as he stroked your pussy teasingly.
You shake your head and attempt to close your legs but he's quick to grab your thighs and keep them open. He took a step back and removed his clothes, revealing a chiseled body. His dick hardened with desire The size unlike any human would have. "I can't wait any longer, I must take you now."
Your breath catches in your throat. Before you have a chance to process, he's on top of you again, positioning himself right at your entrance. You feel the massive head rubbing against your core and brave yourself for the inevitable.
With a flex of his hips, he forced himself in you, groaning at the exquisite tightness that was enveloping him, pushing harder and harder against the resistance of your small hole. "Fuck, you feel delive." He growled.
You can't help but yell out in pain, using your hands to try to push him back. One hand takes your wrists again, pinning them above your head, the other holding your hip down with force, claws digging into the skin.
Sylus threw his head back with a guttural moan as he finally filled you completely, your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive size. For a moment, he remained still, savoring the vice-like grip of your sheath.
"So tight, so perfect," he purred, nipping at your earlobe. "Made to take my cock. Your purpose, your reason for existing."
Slowly, he began to move, withdrawing until only the tip remained before slamming back home. His pace quickly built in intensity, each powerful thrust striking deep within you. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh mixed with your screams, echoed through the chamber, punctuated by Azriel's harsh grunts of pleasure.
"Yes, scream for me. Let all the realms know who you belong to now. Who owns this sweet cunt." One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose the column of your throat. His teeth fastened upon your racing pulse, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.
"Mine," he growled against your skin, punctuating the declaration with a particularly vicious thrust. "Mine to use, mine to ruin..."
His dick stretched you out so much you started to bleed. His eyes flashed with sadistic glee at the sight of your ravaged core, your blood mixing with the slick evidence of your arousal. He picked up the pace, fucking into you with wild abandon.
"That's it, kitten. Take my cock." He bit down on your collarbone harder, marking you as his property. His balls drew up tight, signaling his impending release. "Scream my name as I fill you with my seed. Let all know you're mine now, forever!" With a roar, he slammed home one final time, spurting jet after jet of his demonic essence deep into your core. The sheer volume and heat caused your stomach to bulge slightly, excess leaking out around his shaft to drip obscenely down your thighs.
Sylus collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he caught his breath. He nuzzled into your neck, licking and sucking at the marks he'd left. "Divine," he murmured, voice gravelly with satisfaction. ",You took me so well, my perfect little pet." After a moment, he rolled off of you, sprawling on his back beside you. One hand came to rest possessively on your hip, claws digging in just shy of breaking skin.
"Rest now, sweet thing. You'll need your strength for what comes next." His eyes glowed with malicious promise, hinting at the depraved acts to come. Sylus smiled, sharp and cruel, as he watched you tremble.