Damsel to the Demon

14. Azaruk

14

AZARUK

I keep my promise to Mercedes and give the Captain back his life.

"Get your ass to the festivities, Captain. Make sure you're on your best behavior for our esteemed guest."

The captain's glazed eyes flicker with a hint of resistance before dulling again. He nods mechanically and shuffles out the door.

I turn to admire Mercedes' handiwork. She's straddling the vice-captain, driving her dagger into his chest with savage glee. A consequence of him coming to check on the captain. Blood sprays across her face, highlighting those mesmerizing eyes.

"Having fun, my little demon?"

Mercedes looks up, her lips curled in a feral grin. "More than I ever imagined."

I stride over, running a finger through the blood on her cheek before licking it clean. "Savor it. But don't forget our goal."

She nods, wiping her blade on the corpse's shirt. "The noble elf. When do we strike?"

"Patience. First, we need to dispose of this body. Can't have anyone stumbling upon our little party favor, can we?"

She giggles, a sound both charming and chilling. She's taking to her new nature beautifully.

I grab the vice-captain's legs while she takes his arms. We haul him to the window, tossing the lifeless husk into the shadows below.

"Now then," I purr, pulling Mercedes close. "Let's get you cleaned up. We have a party to crash."

She grins at me, her eyes alight with a newfound fire. "I can feel the power coursing through me, Azaruk. It's... intoxicating."

I can't help but laugh. Her enthusiasm is infectious, and the way her eyes dance with that mixture of innocence and newfound darkness is utterly captivating. I lean in, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. The taste of blood still lingers on her tongue, and it sends a thrill through me.

"Oh, my sweet little demon," I murmur against her lips. "There's so much more to come."

She shivers at my words, pressing herself closer to me. Her body radiates heat, the demonic energy within her pulsing in time with her racing heart. I run my hands down her sides, reveling in the way she responds to my touch.

"More?" she breathes, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

I nod, trailing kisses along her jaw. Her eagerness is delicious.

Her eyes dance with anticipation. "Will there be more blood?"

I kiss her deeply, savoring the metallic tang on her lips. "Oh yes, my dear. Rivers of it."

I run my eyes over her, admiring her transformation. The chains clink softly as she shifts, the metal cuffs gleaming against her skin. She's the perfect picture of a captive slave, vulnerable yet defiant. My lips curl into a smirk. The noble won't be able to resist.

"How do I look?" she asks, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Delectable," I purr, circling her. "Our guest of honor won't know what hit him."

I focus, feeling my form shift and morph. Bones crack and realign as I take on the appearance of the dead vice-captain. Mercedes watches, fascination evident in her gaze.

"Ready to play your part, my little demon?"

She nods, lowering her eyes in a show of subservience. "Yes... master."

The word sends a thrill through me. I grab the chain attached to her collar, giving it a gentle tug.

We make our way through the corridors, Mercedes stumbling behind me as if truly bound. The sounds of the festivities grow louder as we approach the main hall. I can smell the fear and excitement rolling off her in waves.

As we enter, all eyes turn to us. The noble elf sits at the head table, his gaze immediately fixing on Mercedes. I suppress a grin.

The trap is set .

As we approach the noble elf, a faint shimmer catches my eye. Fuck. The anti-demon magic item hangs from his neck, pulsing with an ethereal glow. My lips twitch into a frown before I smooth my expression. One wrong move and this whole charade goes up in smoke.

I tug Mercedes' chain, pulling her close. "Change of plans," I whisper, my lips barely moving. "You're taking point."

Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second before she nods imperceptibly.

Smart girl.

She understands the gravity of the situation without needing an explanation.

I hang back, watching as the captain leads Mercedes toward the noble elf. My face remains impassive, but inside, my mind races with calculations and contingencies.

The noble's eyes light up as Mercedes approaches. She plays her part perfectly, eyes downcast but with a hint of defiance that's impossible to miss. The captain introduces her, his voice a monotone thanks to her control.

"My lord, may I present this... special gift for your enjoyment."

The noble leans forward, his gaze raking over Mercedes' form. "My, my. What a delightful surprise."

I suppress a smirk. The fool has no idea what's coming for him. She raises her eyes, meeting the noble's gaze. Even from here, I can see the momentary flash of power in her eyes. The noble's breath catches.

"Come closer, my dear," he purrs, beckoning her forward.

She obeys, her chains clinking softly as she moves. The captain releases her chain, and the noble reaches out, running a finger along her jaw. My fists clench at my sides, an unexpected surge of possessiveness rising within me.

Focus , I remind myself. The mission comes first.

But as I watch Mercedes work her magic on the unsuspecting noble, I can't help but imagine whisking her away from all this.

Soon we'll be done here, and I can claim my prize fully.

The noble elf's eyes gleam with lust as he regards Mercedes. "Dance for me, my pretty slave."

Mercedes bows her head submissively, then begins to move. The chains clink rhythmically as she sways her hips, her movements fluid and sensual despite the restraints.

I watch, transfixed, as she twirls and undulates. Even bound, she's graceful as a viper, just as deadly and alluring. The other elves fade into the background. All I can see is her.

Her eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment. That brief connection sends a jolt of electricity through me. My cock stiffens, straining against my pants. I shift, trying to hide my obvious arousal.

Mercedes arches her back, arms raised above her head. The pose accentuates every luscious curve. My mouth goes dry. I imagine running my hands over that lithe body, tasting every inch of her skin.

She drops to her knees, writhing sinuously. The chains rattle as she rolls her hips. I picture her moving like that while impaled on my cock. The thought makes me throb with need.

My mind races with all the delicious ways I'll claim her once this mission is over. I'll bind her with demonic magic, edging her for hours until she begs for release. I'll fuck her hard against every surface, making her scream my name. I'll torture her with pleasure until she's delirious with ecstasy.

I clench my fists, fighting back a snarl. Soon, I remind myself. Soon she'll be mine alone to enjoy.