Page 26 of Damsel to the Demon

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."

13

MERCEDES

Azaruk'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 allfours, 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 Ifeel 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.

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