Page 25 of Damsel to the Demon

I watch with fascination as she flexes her newfound power over the captain. Her eyes gleam with a mix of hatred and dark pleasure as she circles her prey.

"On your hands and knees," she commands, her voice dripping with contempt.

The captain, once proud and arrogant, now crawls across the floor like a beaten dog. His movements are jerky and uncoordinated, his face a mask of humiliation and fear.

"Bark for me," Mercedes orders, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

The captain hesitates for a moment, but under her iron will, he has no choice. A pathetic yapping sound escapes his throat, echoing in the room.

I can't help but chuckle. It's a delightful sight, watching this once-powerful elf reduced to nothing more than a plaything.

Her creativity knows no bounds. She makes him lick the dirty floor, his tongue leaving wet trails on the stone. Then, in a stroke of brilliance that makes even me raise an eyebrow, she orders him to piss himself and lap it up.

The captain's face contorts in disgust, but he obeys. The acrid smell fills the air as he wets himself, then bends down to drink his own urine.

"How does it taste?" she taunts, her voice filled with dark glee. "Is it as bitter as your crimes?"

I lean against the wall, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle before me. Mercedes is a natural at this, her cruelty as intoxicating as her beauty. She's testing the limits of her control, pushing the captain further and further into degradation.

It's clear she's enjoying every moment of this twisted revenge. Her eyes meet mine, and I see a reflection of my own darkness there. It sends a thrill through me, knowing I've awakened this side of her.

Suddenly, Mercedes spins towards me, her eyes blazing with a mix of gratitude and desire. Before I can react, she presses her lips against mine in a fierce kiss. The taste of her overwhelms my senses - sweet and intoxicating, with an undercurrent of darkness that makes my head spin.

She pulls back, her breath hot against my skin. "Thank you, Azaruk," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I've lost everything... but now, you've given me a new purpose."

Her words stir something within me, a feeling I can't quite name. Before I can dwell on it, she kisses me again, more urgently this time. My hands move of their own accord, tracing the curves of her body. It's then that I realize she's still completely naked, her clothes torn to shreds by the pathetic captain who remains on his hands and knees nearby.

“Oh, Mercedes. You’re fucking perfect.”

The sight of her bare skin, flushed with power and desire, ignites a primal hunger within me. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as my claws gently scrape along her back. She moans into the kiss, pressing her body against mine.

“Does your newfound power turn you on?” I laugh.

She nods and bites her lip, “It does. But so do you.” She lunges for me again and we lose ourselves in a frenzy of touching and caressing.

My hands roam over every inch of her soft skin, memorizing every curve and dip. She's not shy either, her fingers tracing the red veins that crisscross my body, sending jolts of pleasure through me with each touch.

I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. She tilts her head back, giving me better access as her fingers tangle in my hair. The room fills with the sound of our heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from the forgotten captain.

“Oh, my god. Your lips feel so good on my skin.”

As I continue to explore her body, Mercedes shivers with anticipation. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a soft moan as I trail kisses down her collarbone, then lower still. Her nipples harden under my touch, and she arches her back, pressing herself closer to me.

I can feel her heart racing against my chest, matching the pounding of my own. The air between us is charged with electricity, the tension building with each passing second.

"Azaruk," she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur. "I need you."

Her words send a surge of desire through me. I lift her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist. She gasps as I press her against the wall, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Is this what you want?" I growl, my voice thick with need.

She nods, her eyes locked onto mine. "Yes," she breathes. "I want you. All of you."

“You’ve got it, little human. Your wish is my command.” With a low groan, I press against her, feeling her heat envelop me. She lets out a soft cry, her nails digging into my shoulders as I enterher. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves us both gasping for breath.

“Oh my god! You feel so good,” she moans.

I begin to move, each thrust driving her further up the wall. Her body responds to mine, matching my rhythm perfectly. Our moans fill the room, a symphony of desire and need.

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