Damsel to the Demon

15. Mercedes

15

MERCEDES

T he music pulses through me, a primal beat that matches the thundering of my heart. My hips sway, my body undulates. Power courses through my veins, intoxicating and dangerous. This is it. My moment.

I lock eyes with the noble dark elf. His gaze rakes over me, hungry and possessive. Disgust churns in my gut, but I force a coy smile. Just a little longer.

"Come here, pretty thing," he purrs.

I slink towards him, every step calculated. The chains of my "slave" costume jingle softly. How fitting. Soon, they'll all be in chains.

His hand snakes out, grasping my wrist. I suppress a shudder as he pulls me onto his lap.

"Such fire in your eyes," he murmurs.

The noble's laughter grates on my ears as he yanks me closer. "Give me a dance, little human," he commands, his breath hot against my neck.

I swallow my revulsion and begin to move. My hips sway, my body undulates to the pulsing rhythm. But as I dance, my gaze locks with Azaruk's across the room. Those demon eyes burn into mine, igniting a fire deep within.

My lips part, tongue darting out to wet them. Suddenly, it's not the noble I'm dancing for. In my mind, it's Azaruk's lap I'm straddling, his hands gripping my waist.

I imagine his claws trailing fire along my skin, his mouth hot and demanding on my neck. My breath catches as I picture grinding against him, feeling his hardness pressed against me.

The fantasy consumes me. I close my eyes, losing myself in the rhythm and the thought of Azaruk's touch. His hands would roam freely, possessive and hungry. His lips would claim mine in a searing kiss that steals my breath away.

I picture his tail wrapping around my thigh, pulling me closer as I writhe against him. The music thrums through me, matching the pounding of my heart and the heat building between my legs.

In my mind, Azaruk's mouth travels lower, teeth grazing my collarbone. I have to bite back a moan, reminding myself where I really am.

But oh, how I wish it were him I was dancing for instead of this vile noble.

The noble's grip on my waist tightens. "I want you," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. A shiver of revulsion runs through me, but I force a coy smile.

"Of course, my lord," I purr, batting my eyelashes.

He stands abruptly, nearly toppling me off his lap. "Varen," he calls to his friend, "join us. This little morsel looks like she can handle two."

My heart races.

This is it. The opportunity we've been waiting for.

I scan the room again, searching for Azaruk, but now he's nowhere to be seen. A flicker of panic threatens to overwhelm me, but I push it down. He must be preparing for his part of the mission.

The noble and his friend, Varen, lead me from the banquet hall. Their hands paw at me as we stumble down dimly lit corridors. I force myself to giggle, playing the part of the eager slave.

We reach an ornate door, and the noble shoves it open. The bedroom beyond is lavish, all silk sheets and velvet curtains. My stomach churns at the thought of what's about to happen.

You’re doing this for a reason. Don’t forget that. It’ll all be worth it in the end.

The noble's hands roam my body, his touch leaving trails of disgust in their wake. I force myself to lean into him, grinding my hips against his. Varen presses against my back, his breath hot on my neck. But in my mind, it's Azaruk's hands on me, his body I'm pressed against.

It’s Azurak. Think about him to get you through this.

I trail my fingers down the noble's chest, searching for the anti-demon magic item. There. A small amulet tucked beneath his robes. I caress it, channeling my newfound powers. The amulet grows hot under my touch, then crumbles to dust.

The noble tries to capture my lips, but I duck my head, nuzzling his neck instead. "Patience, my lord," I purr. "Let me pleasure you first."

I shimmy down his body, my hands working at his belt. As I do, I scan the room for the other ward. There, on the bedside table. A glowing crystal.

Varen grabs my hips, pulling me back against him. I arch my back, pressing my ass into his groin. He groans, hands tightening.

"Such a eager little thing," he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

I turn my head at the last second, his lips grazing my cheek instead. "Let me show you what this mouth can do," I whisper, sliding to my knees before him.

As I work at Varen's belt, I reach out with my powers. The crystal on the bedside table vibrates, then shatters silently.

Both wards are destroyed. Now we wait for Azaruk.

The elves' hands are all over me, their touches growing more frantic. But all I can think of is Azaruk's burning gaze, his demonic form, the way his tail wrapped around my thigh. I close my eyes, losing myself in the fantasy as I continue to tease and distract the elves.

The elves' hands are everywhere, pawing and groping. Their hot breath on my skin makes my stomach churn. I fight to keep my composure, reminding myself it's all part of the plan.

"Such soft skin," the noble growls, ripping my bodice. The sound of tearing fabric echoes in the room.

Varen's fingers dig into my hips. "I want to taste her first," he snarls.

They're like animals, rutting and snorting. I close my eyes, trying to distance myself from their touch.

Where is Azaruk?

The noble shoves me onto the bed. "Hold her down," he commands Varen.

Rough hands pin my wrists above my head. I struggle, no longer needing to pretend. Fear claws at my throat.

"Look at her squirm," Varen laughs. "Like a little mouse."

The noble looms over me, eyes wild with lust. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. "Let's see what treasures you're hiding, little mouse."

Just as he starts to tug, a deafening crash shakes the room. In a blur of motion, Varen is ripped away from me. His body flies across the room, slamming into the far wall with a sickening crunch.

I gasp, sitting up. There, in all his demonic glory, stands Azaruk. His eyes blaze with fury, tail lashing behind him.