Page 31 of Damsel to the Demon

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.

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The noble elf's eyes widen as I materialize in the room. His hand reaches for a weapon, but I'm faster. My claws extend, slashing across his chest before he can react. Blood sprays, painting the walls crimson.

"What in the hells?" he sputters, stumbling back.

I grin, savoring the fear in his eyes. "Surprise."

He lunges at me with inhuman speed, but I sidestep easily. My tail whips around, slicing into his leg. He howls in pain.

"Mercedes!" I call out.

She doesn't hesitate. In one fluid motion, she sheds her fake chains and pounces on the elf's friend. Her eyes gleam with a predatory hunger I've never seen before. It's intoxicating.

The noble elf tries to aid his companion, but I block his path. "Ah ah, your fight's with me."

We trade blows, his elven grace matching my demonic strength. But he's tiring, his movements becoming sluggish. I can smell his desperation.

A gurgling scream draws my attention. Mercedes straddles the friend, stabbing him repeatedly in the neck. Blood fountainswith each thrust, coating her hands and face. She's laughing, a wild, unhinged sound that sends shivers down my spine.

The noble elf's eyes dart to the side, desperation etched on his face. I follow his gaze, spotting the anti-demon magic item on the nightstand. A smirk tugs at my lips. Poor fool doesn't realize it's already useless.

"Looking for this?" I taunt, snatching the item before he can reach it.

His face pales. "No!"

I dangle the trinket in front of him, relishing the panic in his eyes. "Your little safeguard? I'm afraid it's not quite up to snuff."

The elf lunges for it, but I dance out of reach. His movements are clumsy, driven by fear rather than skill. It's almost disappointing.

"You see," I continue, examining the item with mock interest, "my lovely assistant here already took care of this nuisance."

She pauses her assault on the friend to flash me a blood-stained grin. The elf's eyes widen in horror as he realizes the depth of his predicament.

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