Damsel to the Demon

8. Azaruk

8

AZARUK

H er eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a newfound resolve. I can sense the shift in her, the steel beneath her soft exterior.

"I'll do it," Mercedes says, her voice surprisingly steady. "Whatever it takes to make them pay."

A triumphant grin spreads across my face.

Fuck, this is even better than I'd hoped.

I lean in close, letting my hot breath caress her ear. "Say the words, Mercedes. Swear yourself to me."

I watch as she swallows hard, steeling herself. The anticipation builds within me, my demonic blood singing with the promise of what's to come.

"I, Mercedes, swear myself to you, Azaruk," she says, her words sending a thrill through my body. "Body and soul, I am yours."

The power of her oath washes over me, and I can feel the invisible threads of our pact forming. This human, with her beautiful brown eyes and soft curves, has just handed herself over to me completely. And damn, does it feel good.

Her words ignite a fire within me. I breathe them in, savoring the moment.

"Good girl," I purr, running a talon along her jawline. "Now, let's seal this deal."

I pull her close, crushing her soft body against my hard planes. Her breath hitches, eyes widening. Such expressive eyes. I can't wait to see them filled with pleasure and pain.

"This might hurt," I warn, flashing my fangs. "But you want the pain, don't you? To remind you why you're here."

She nods, resolve hardening her features. “Whatever it takes."

I don't need further invitation. My mouth crashes onto hers, tongue plundering, tasting her fear and determination. She whimpers but doesn't pull away.

Good. She's learning already.

My claws rake down her back, shredding the remains of her wedding dress. The irony isn't lost on me. Married to death this morning, and now to a demon. I growl into the kiss, arousal spiking.

I break away, admiring her flushed face and heaving chest. "Last chance to back out, little human."

"Never," she spits, fire in those captivating eyes.

Grinning, I lift her easily, pinning her against the cold stone wall. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively. I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she's in for.

"Remember," I growl, nipping at her throat. "You asked for this."

Her eyes bore into mine, a mix of fear and determination swirling within them. I can't help but smirk, the predator in me reveling in her fight.

"You want revenge?" I growl, pinning her wrists above her head. "Take it out on me. Show me your rage, little human."

She struggles against my grip, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're a monster," she spits, but her eyes betray her. There's a spark of lust, a hunger that matches my own.

"And you love it," I purr, grinding against her. Her body responds, arching into mine. She can deny it all she wants, but her body knows what it needs.

I release her wrists, daring her to push me away. Instead, her hands find my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh. The pain is exquisite, fueling my desire. She's not gentle, not timid. She's a wildcat, clawing and biting, taking out her anger on me.

Her eyes never leave mine. They're filled with a storm of emotions - anger, lust, pain. It's intoxicating. I've seen countless eyes, collected them even, but none have ever held such raw, unadulterated life.

“Good girl. Remind me why we’re here.”

I grab her hips, pulling her closer. She gasps as I enter her, her eyes widening. But she doesn't look away. She meets my gaze, challenging me, daring me to give her more.

“Oh my god,” she gasps.

Our bodies move in a savage dance, each thrust a battle, each moan a victory. She's not making love; she's fighting, taking out her rage on me. And I fucking love it.

“You’re surprisingly good at this, little human. Your anger makes you fucking savage.”

Her eyes flash, a mix of defiance and desire. She's not just fucking me; she's claiming me, marking me as hers. And in this moment, I am. I'm hers, just as much as she is mine.

The room fills with our grunts and groans, the sound of flesh against flesh. It's primal, raw, real. And all the while, her eyes hold me captive. They're not just beautiful; they're alive. And for the first time, I understand the difference.

“Oh, don’t stop. Don’t stop!” she moans as I continue grinding into her.

Her body trembles beneath me, a symphony of anger and lust. I can feel her sorrow seeping into my very being, mingling with the raw power of our union. The taste of her salty tears on my tongue is an exquisite torment, a prelude to the ecstasy that awaits.

I lean in, my gaze locked with hers, and run my tongue along her cheek, capturing each tear as it falls. Her breath hitches, and for a moment, she's still, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and defiance. She doesn't understand my desire, the strange fascination I have with her tears, her pain, her rage.

But she will.

My hand cradles her face, and with a tenderness that belies my nature, I tilt her head back, exposing the delicate skin of her eyelids. My heart thrums with anticipation as I lower my mouth to her trembling flesh. The first tentative lick is electric, a jolt of sensation that courses through us both. Her eyes flutter closed, and a shuddering gasp escapes her lips as I explore this new intimacy.

Her hands, which had been clawing at my back, now clutch desperately at my arms, her fingers digging into my skin. I can feel the conflicting emotions warring within her—fear, desire, confusion. And underlying it all, a fierce determination that only fuels my own need.

“You’re doing such a good job. Don’t stop, little human. Get it all out. Show me how badly you want me to hurt them.”

I move against her, each thrust driving her further into the stone behind her, and with each slide of my tongue over her eyelids, she seems to unravel a little more. Her moans grow louder, more insistent, a wild cacophony that echoes off the damp walls of her cell.

"Azaruk," she cries out, the sound of my name on her lips sending a shiver down my spine. It's a plea, a curse, a benediction. Her body tightens around me, the tension in her coiling like a spring. And then, with a force that takes my breath away, she shatters.

The power within me surges forth, a torrent of dark energy that flows into her, binding us together in ways that words cannot describe. I can feel it taking hold, wrapping around her soul, marking her as irrevocably as any physical brand could. Her eyes, now wide open, blaze with a ferocious light, a testament to the power that she has accepted, that she now wields.

“You’re mine, Mercedes.”

“I’m yours. All yours.”

In this moment, she is more than mere human; she is a force of nature, a being of vengeance and fury. Her desperation, her destitution, her fury—it calls to something primal within me, a wellspring of power that I have never before shared with another. It is a testament to the bond that we have forged, a connection that transcends the physical realm.

As her climax ebbs, she collapses against me, her body spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I hold her close, pressing my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in unison. She is changed, transformed by the power that now courses through her veins. And I...

I am changed as well. For the first time in countless centuries, I find myself bound to another, connected in a way that I never imagined possible. She is my charge, my responsibility, my greatest creation. And though I may never fully understand the depth of my own feelings for this remarkable creature, one thing is certain:

Mercedes is mine, now and forever.

The cell, once a place of horror and despair, now feels different—charged with the energy of our union, the promise of the vengeance that she will wreak upon those who have wronged her.

Together, we will bring the dark elves to their knees, and in the aftermath, we will see what becomes of a demon and his human pet. But for now, I hold her, and she holds me, and we are enough.