Damsel to the Demon

13. Mercedes

13

MERCEDES

A zaruk's tongue flicks around my pebbled nipple, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. His mouth encloses the sensitive bud, and I arch into him, desire pulsing through my veins like wildfire.

“Oh, god. Again?” I pant breathlessly.

He nods with a smirk, “I told you I wasn’t done with you.”

Then he brings both my legs up to his shoulders, his hands gripping my thighs with a possessive strength. I'm open to him, vulnerable, and it sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. He slams his thick, hard cock into my opening, filling me completely. I cry out, my hands grasping the posts at the top of the bed to keep from hitting my head on the cold stone wall.

Each thrust is a claim, a promise.

He's not just fucking me; he's branding me, making me his.

The pleasure is intense, almost unbearable, but I want more. I need more.

Suddenly, he pulls out, his hands gripping my waist as he flips me over. He positions me so that I'm mounting him, but my back is facing him. I can see the captain, a pathetic figure on all fours, his eyes glazed over with the spell of control. But all I care about is Azaruk, his hands on my ass, his cock deep inside me.

I start to move, riding him, my body undulating with a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, urging me on. The pleasure builds, a coil tightening in my core, ready to snap.

"That's it, Mercedes," he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Take what you want. Take what's yours."

“I am. You’re fucking mine.”

And I do. I take everything, losing myself in the sensation, in the power, in the sheer, mind-blowing ecstasy of it all.

I'm spinning, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure that's threatening to consume me whole. His touch is electric, igniting every nerve in my body, pushing me to the brink of madness. I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel.

“It’s time,” he says.

“Time for what?” I ask but he ignores my question.

Suddenly, he pulls me off the bed, his grip firm and unyielding. I'm barely steady on my feet when he positions me in front of the captain. The pathetic creature is still on all fours, his eyes glazed over, drool dripping from his mouth. A shiver of disgust runs through me, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of desire as Azaruk presses against my back, his hard cock throbbing against my ass.

"Watch," he growls at the captain, his voice a dark command that sends a thrill down my spine. He enters me with a force that steals my breath, filling me completely.

The captain whimpers, and Azaruk lets out a low, menacing laugh. "You want her too, don't you?" he taunts, his voice laced with venom. "Too bad she's mine."

A dagger materializes in his hand, its blade glinting wickedly in the dim light. He presses it against the captain's neck, and I feel a perverse sense of satisfaction as the blade bites into flesh. The captain lets out a gurgled scream, and blood splatters across my chest, hot and sticky.

“Oh my god! Why’d you do that?” I yell. But he ignores me again, and his grip on my hips tightens. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, pushing me closer to the edge. I can barely catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drum.

"Mercedes," he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "Drink from the source. Dark elf blood is power."

I glance down at the captain, his blood pooling on the floor, a sickening sight that should repulse me. But Azaruk's words echo in my mind, tempting me with a dark promise. Power. Revenge.

"But... he'll die," I manage to gasp out, my body trembling with both pleasure and uncertainty.

He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Don't worry about that. I can heal him later. For now, take what you need. Take what you deserve."

His words send a thrill down my spine, a dark excitement that I can't deny.

The captain's blood pools on the floor, its metallic scent filling the air. I stare at it, remembering my vow—to drink their blood, to eat their flesh. A dark promise, a desperate plea for revenge.

His thrusts become slower, deeper, as if he's savoring every moment. "Drink, Mercedes. Take what you deserve."

I reach down, my fingers trembling as I touch the warm, sticky liquid. The captain whimpers, a pathetic sound that sends a shiver of disgust down my spine. But the hunger for revenge, the thirst for power, it's all-consuming. I lean down, my lips touching the captain's neck. He tenses, a gurgled scream escaping his throat as I bite down, hard.

“That’s it. Good girl. Take what’s yours.”

Blood fills my mouth, hot and metallic. I swallow, a primal satisfaction coursing through me as the captain wails in pain. Azaruk lets out a low growl, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me against him as if our lives depend on it. His thrusts become urgent, desperate, his cock throbbing inside me.

"Fuck, Mercedes," he growls, his voice a dark rumble that vibrates through me. "You're driving me insane."

I can feel his heart pounding against my back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I bite down harder, ripping the captain's flesh, the sound of his screams a symphony to my ears. His grip tightens, his nails digging into my skin as he clings to me, his body trembling with the force of his climax.

"Mercedes," he rasps, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're mine. Forever."

His words send a thrill down my spine, a dark excitement that sets my body on fire. I can feel his power coursing through me, a dark, intoxicating force that threatens to consume me whole. And I welcome it, embrace it, lose myself in it.

“I’m all yours.”

His thrusts push me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building inside me, a storm of pleasure and power, ready to consume me whole. I'm on the precipice, ready to fall, ready to embrace the darkness within me.

But just as I'm about to let go, Azaruk pulls me back, his voice a commanding growl. "Not yet, Mercedes. Not until I say so."

And with that, he spins me around, his eyes locked onto mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face. I'm his, completely and utterly, and he knows it. And as much as I hate to admit it, I love every second of it.

Wanting more, I lean down, my lips pressed against the captain's neck, drawing more of his blood into my mouth. The metallic taste is strange, yet invigorating. I can feel the power coursing through me, a dark and heady sensation that makes my heart race.

My mouth still filled, Azaruk takes hold of my hips once more and thrusts into me with such ferocity, I almost choke on the captain's blood.

"Mercedes," he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Share it with me."

I stand and turn my face to him, my lips stained with the captain's blood. His eyes are wild, his gaze locked onto mine. He leans in, his tongue flicking out to lick the blood from my lips. A shiver runs through me, a mix of desire and something darker, more primal.

“Yes sir. Share it with me.”

Our tongues tangle, the taste of blood and lust mingling in our mouths. It's a deep, sensual kiss, one that speaks of dark promises and forbidden desires. I can feel the power in his touch, the raw, primal energy that courses through him. It's intoxicating, addictive.

Suddenly his thrusts become frantic. And then I'm falling, tumbling over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. Pleasure explodes through me, a wave of ecstasy that leaves me gasping for breath.

Immediately after, I can feel him climax again. His body trembles as he pumps into me, my name ripped from his lips like a curse.

"Oh, god," he rasps, his voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck, Mercedes."

His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I can feel his heart pounding against my back, a wild drumbeat that echoes my own.

In that moment, there's nothing but us. The captain, the blood, the power—it all fades away, leaving only the raw, primal connection between us. It's a dark, twisted bond, one forged in blood and lust. But it's ours, and I wouldn't have it any other way.