Damsel to the Demon

12. Azaruk

12

AZARUK

T he captain writhes on the floor, his eyes rolling back as Mercedes channels my power through her newly acquired demonic abilities. His body convulses, muscles spasming uncontrollably. I can't help but smirk at the pathetic display.

"More," I whisper in Mercedes' ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Show him true suffering."

Her eyes blaze with an otherworldly fire as she focuses her hatred on the writhing elf. The air crackles with dark energy, and I feel a surge of pride at how quickly she's adapted to her new powers.

The captain's mouth opens in a silent scream, drool trickling down his chin. His limbs twitch and jerk, no longer under his control. It's a delicious sight, but I want more.

"Make him yours," I growl. "Bend his will to your command."

She nods, her jaw clenched in concentration. She reaches out, grasping the captain's face in her hands. Her fingers dig into his skin, leaving angry red marks.

"You are nothing," she hisses. "You will obey me in all things."

The captain's eyes snap open, glassy and unfocused. His lips move, forming words I can't quite catch. She leans in closer, her ear nearly touching his mouth.

"What was that?" she asks, her voice dripping with contempt.

"I... obey..." the captain rasps, his voice barely above a whisper.

A wicked grin spreads across Mercedes' face. She turns to me, her eyes alight with triumph and malice. "He's mine now. What should I do with him?"

I cross my arms, leaning against the wall. This is her moment, her revenge. I'm curious to see how far she'll go.

"Whatever you desire," I reply, gesturing toward the broken elf. "He's your toy now. Show me what you're capable of."

I watch Mercedes, her eyes gleaming with a newfound power that sends shivers down my spine. The captain lies at her feet, a pathetic heap of flesh and bone. His once-proud demeanor has crumbled, leaving behind a shell of a man.

"How does it feel?" I ask, my voice low and hungry. "To finally have him under your control?"

She turns to me, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "It's... intoxicating," she purrs, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I never thought I'd feel this... alive."

She kicks the captain, eliciting a whimper from him. The sound sends a thrill through me. I've seen countless beings broken, but watching her embrace her newfound power is something else entirely.

"My family..." she starts, her voice catching slightly. "They'll never come back. Nothing can change that."

I nod, understanding the weight of her loss. It's a pain I've never experienced, but I can see it etched in every line of her face.

"But this," she continues, gesturing to the captain's prone form. "Seeing him like this... it helps. More than I thought possible."

She crouches down, grabbing a fistful of the captain's hair and yanking his head back. "Look at me," she hisses. The captain's eyes, once filled with cruel arrogance, now shine with fear and subservience.

"It won't bring them back," Mercedes says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's a start."

I feel a swell of pride watching her. She's taken to her new powers with a natural grace, embracing the darkness within her. It's beautiful to behold.

Her face contorts with unbridled rage as she launches herself at the captain. Her fists rain down on his face, each blow punctuated by a guttural cry of anguish. Blood splatters across her knuckles, but she doesn't slow down.

"This is for Thomas!" she screams, slamming her knee into his ribs. "For my papa!" Another punch lands squarely on his jaw.

The captain's body jerks with each impact, but he doesn't fight back. His eyes, glazed over from my influence, stare blankly at the ceiling.

As much as I'm enjoying the show, I can't let her kill him. Not yet.

"Easy there, wildcat," I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Remember, we need him alive."

She whirls on me, eyes blazing with hellfire. For a moment, I think she might attack me too. But then she blinks, and a flicker of reason returns to her gaze.

"Right," she pants, wiping blood from her chin. "Alive. But why? I want him dead, Azaruk. I want to rip his heart out and feed it to him."

I can't help but chuckle at her bloodthirsty enthusiasm. "Oh, we'll get there. But first, why not have some fun? You've only scratched the surface of your new powers."

She tilts her head, curiosity overtaking her rage. "What do you mean?"

I crouch beside the battered captain, running a claw along his cheek. "You've bent his will to yours. Now, make him dance. Make him suffer in ways that'll haunt him long after the physical wounds heal."

A slow, wicked grin spreads across her face as understanding dawns. "You're right. Quick death is too good for him."

She turns back to the captain, her voice dropping to a silky purr. "Get up, you worthless piece of filth. It's time for you to entertain me."

I watch with fascination as she flexes her newfound power over the captain. Her eyes gleam with a mix of hatred and dark pleasure as she circles her prey.

"On your hands and knees," she commands, her voice dripping with contempt.

The captain, once proud and arrogant, now crawls across the floor like a beaten dog. His movements are jerky and uncoordinated, his face a mask of humiliation and fear.

"Bark for me," Mercedes orders, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

The captain hesitates for a moment, but under her iron will, he has no choice. A pathetic yapping sound escapes his throat, echoing in the room.

I can't help but chuckle. It's a delightful sight, watching this once-powerful elf reduced to nothing more than a plaything.

Her creativity knows no bounds. She makes him lick the dirty floor, his tongue leaving wet trails on the stone. Then, in a stroke of brilliance that makes even me raise an eyebrow, she orders him to piss himself and lap it up.

The captain's face contorts in disgust, but he obeys. The acrid smell fills the air as he wets himself, then bends down to drink his own urine.

"How does it taste?" she taunts, her voice filled with dark glee. "Is it as bitter as your crimes?"

I lean against the wall, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle before me. Mercedes is a natural at this, her cruelty as intoxicating as her beauty. She's testing the limits of her control, pushing the captain further and further into degradation.

It's clear she's enjoying every moment of this twisted revenge. Her eyes meet mine, and I see a reflection of my own darkness there. It sends a thrill through me, knowing I've awakened this side of her.

Suddenly, Mercedes spins towards me, her eyes blazing with a mix of gratitude and desire. Before I can react, she presses her lips against mine in a fierce kiss. The taste of her overwhelms my senses - sweet and intoxicating, with an undercurrent of darkness that makes my head spin.

She pulls back, her breath hot against my skin. "Thank you, Azaruk," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I've lost everything... but now, you've given me a new purpose."

Her words stir something within me, a feeling I can't quite name. Before I can dwell on it, she kisses me again, more urgently this time. My hands move of their own accord, tracing the curves of her body. It's then that I realize she's still completely naked, her clothes torn to shreds by the pathetic captain who remains on his hands and knees nearby.

“Oh, Mercedes. You’re fucking perfect.”

The sight of her bare skin, flushed with power and desire, ignites a primal hunger within me. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as my claws gently scrape along her back. She moans into the kiss, pressing her body against mine.

“Does your newfound power turn you on?” I laugh.

She nods and bites her lip, “It does. But so do you.” She lunges for me again and we lose ourselves in a frenzy of touching and caressing.

My hands roam over every inch of her soft skin, memorizing every curve and dip. She's not shy either, her fingers tracing the red veins that crisscross my body, sending jolts of pleasure through me with each touch.

I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. She tilts her head back, giving me better access as her fingers tangle in my hair. The room fills with the sound of our heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from the forgotten captain.

“Oh, my god. Your lips feel so good on my skin.”

As I continue to explore her body, Mercedes shivers with anticipation. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a soft moan as I trail kisses down her collarbone, then lower still. Her nipples harden under my touch, and she arches her back, pressing herself closer to me.

I can feel her heart racing against my chest, matching the pounding of my own. The air between us is charged with electricity, the tension building with each passing second.

"Azaruk," she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur. "I need you."

Her words send a surge of desire through me. I lift her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist. She gasps as I press her against the wall, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Is this what you want?" I growl, my voice thick with need.

She nods, her eyes locked onto mine. "Yes," she breathes. "I want you. All of you."

“You’ve got it, little human. Your wish is my command.” With a low groan, I press against her, feeling her heat envelop me. She lets out a soft cry, her nails digging into my shoulders as I enter her. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves us both gasping for breath.

“Oh my god! You feel so good,” she moans.

I begin to move, each thrust driving her further up the wall. Her body responds to mine, matching my rhythm perfectly. Our moans fill the room, a symphony of desire and need.

The captain, forgotten on the floor, whimpers softly, but neither of us pays him any mind. We're lost in our own world, consumed by the fire that burns between us.

Mercedes' breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with each thrust. I can feel her building towards her climax, her inner muscles tightening around me.

"Azaruk," she cries out, her voice filled with desperation. "Please..."

I increase my pace, driving into her with a ferocity that leaves us both panting. Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The sensation is exquisite, pushing me closer to the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, I send her over the edge. She screams my name, her body convulsing around me as waves of pleasure crash through her. The sight of her lost in ecstasy is enough to push me over the edge as well.

“Fuck, Mercedes,” I roar, my body shuddering as I release into her. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and something deeper, more profound.

As we come down from our high, I hold her close, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in unison. Her body is limp against mine, her head resting on my shoulder.

"That was... incredible," she murmurs, her voice soft and sated.

I chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Just the beginning, my dear. Just the beginning. We’re not finished yet."