Page 19 of Damsel to the Demon

His hands grip my hips tighter, guiding me, urging me on as our rhythm intensifies. I can feel the coiling tension within him, a storm about to break, and then—release. His climax hits us both like a bolt of lightning, a jolt of pure energy that courses through our connected forms. His seed spills into me, and with it, an electrifying surge of power that makes my very soul vibrate with newfound strength.

"Drink," he commands, his voice a guttural growl that resonates deep within my chest. Before I can question him, his talons rake across his chest, drawing crimson lines that seem to glow with an otherworldly light. The scent of his blood fills the air, rich and intoxicating, and without a second thought, I lower my mouth to the wound.

His blood is a revelation, a taste unlike anything I've ever known. It's warm and alive, carrying with it the essence of his demonic power. I sip it as though it's the most exquisite delicacy,each drop sizzling on my tongue before sliding down my throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Azaruk watches me with hooded eyes, a look of satisfaction painting his features as he observes the transformation taking place before him.

“Good girl,” he says, pleased at my willingness to follow his directions.

After a couple seconds, I can feel it happening—my senses sharpening, my thoughts clearing, my resolve hardening into something unbreakable. I am no longer merely Mercedes, the human girl from a small, oppressed town. I am something else, something fierce and fearsome.

The power that flows through me is intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and vengeance that fuels my every heartbeat. I am alive in a way I've never been before, awakened to a world of darkness and danger that I am now a part of. As I pull away from him, licking the last traces of his blood from my lips, I know that there is no turning back.

I have made my choice, and I will see it through to the very end.

His hand comes up to cup my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the savagery that lurks just beneath the surface. "You are mine now, Mercedes," he says, his voice laced with possessiveness. "And together, we will bring this world to its knees."

I nod, accepting my new reality.

“I’m yours.”

With Azaruk by my side, I will have my revenge against those who have wronged me, and I will revel in the chaos that is sure to follow. The captain, the noble elf, the entire dark elven encampment—none will be spared from the fury that I am about to unleash.

As I rise from the dungeon floor, I feel a new sense of purpose coursing through my veins. The time for mourning is over; now is the time for action. With a resolute look in my eyes, I turn to Azaruk, ready to embark on the deadly mission that awaits us.

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AZARUK

Itear myself away from Mercedes, my claws lingering on her soft skin.

Fuck. What's happening to me? I have to get out of here for a minute. I need to get myself together.

Her scent clings to my body, a heady mix of desire and power that makes my head spin.

"Stay here," I growl, my voice rougher than intended. "I'll be back soon."

Mercedes nods, her eyes gleaming with newfound strength. The sight nearly makes me forget why I'm leaving.

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust. This isn't like me. I've never been so... distracted by a human before. Or anyone, for that matter.

"Remember the plan," I say, more to remind myself than her. "Seduce the captain, control him. We need access to that noble elf."

"I won't forget," she whispers, her voice sending shivers down my spine.

I turn away before I can change my mind. The dungeon walls blur as I phase through them, leaving the intoxicating presenceof Mercedes behind. The cool night air hits my face, a stark contrast to the heat of her body.

Focus, damn it. I have a job to do. A contract to fulfill. Those rare eyes waiting for me...

But even as I think about my prize, all I can see are Mercedes' eyes, alive with emotion. Burning with hatred, shining with lust, gleaming with power.

How can dead, preserved eyes compare to that?

I growl in frustration, my tail lashing behind me. This isn't me. I'm Azaruk, feared assassin, collector of beautiful eyes. I don't get attached. I don't feel... whatever this is.

It's just the contract. The soul binding. Nothing more.

But even as I melt into the shadows, preparing to infiltrate the captain's quarters, I can't shake the feeling that something fundamental has shifted. And for the first time in centuries, I'm not sure if I'm in control anymore.

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