Page 11 of His to Break
Under the dim light of the chamber, my eyes trace the contours of Kara's face—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the pulse point throbbing at her neck. She’s a vision of wanton desire and fear, a heady mix that makes my demonic heart beat faster, if only metaphorically. I lean in closer, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through the very air between us.
"Let me show you what you’re capable of," I murmur, my fingers trailing down her neck with featherlight precision. Her breath quickens, a shiver cascading down her spine as goosebumps erupt beneath my touch. I revel in her body's instinctive response, the way she leans into me—craving more, yet wary of the intensity that simmers just beneath the surface.
I don't kiss her, not yet. This is a dance of power, and I am leading. My lips hover over her skin, so close that I can feel her warmth. I pull away, leaving her wanting, the anticipation etching lines of need on her face. My smirk is a silent promise of the pleasure and pain that is to come. I am in control of this game, and I know it.
The sexual tension between us is a palpable entity, coiling tighter with each passing second. When we finally come together, it is electric, charged with something far beyond mere lust. Our bodies tangle in a frenzy of limbs and moans, every touch igniting a new wave of ecstasy. I am careful, strategic, as I drink in her energy with each kiss, each caress. She is oblivious to how much she gives me, her power flowing into me like a river breaking through a dam.
I praise her, my words a blend of filth and adoration that spill from my lips like honeyed venom. "You take my cock so well, Kara. Such a good girl." My hands grip her hips tightly as I drive into her, her slick heat enveloping me completely. She cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets, at my back, her body arching to meet my every thrust.
I degrade her, my voice dropping an octave as I whisper dark, dirty thoughts into her ear. "Look at you, so desperate for it, so needy." She gasps, her eyes wide with arousal, her cheeks burning with shame and desire. I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips back towards me, entering her from behind. She moans deeply, her body shuddering with pleasure as I take her roughly, possessively.
We fuck in every position imaginable, our bodies slick with sweat, our moans bouncing off the stone walls of my chamber. I bend her over the edge of the cot, her breasts swaying with each powerful thrust. I pin her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, my name a desperate plea falling from herlips. I lay her down gently, then plunge into her depths with a savagery that leaves us both breathless.
With each passing moment, I grow stronger, my power burgeoning as I siphon her energy—a delicious secret between us. Her incubus bloodline has awakened, and with it, a wellspring of power that I intend to harness to its fullest extent.
When it is over, I lie beside her, my body replete and satisfied. Kara sleeps deeply, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The chains that bind me to this place feel lighter, the contract's grip weakened by the surge of power coursing through my veins. I smirk to myself as I watch her sleep, her naked body bathed in the soft glow of the dying embers in the hearth.
She has no idea how crucial she is to my escape. But soon, very soon, she will understand the role she plays in our shared destiny. For now, I revel in her proximity, in the scent of her skin, in the lingering taste of her on my lips. I close my eyes, and for the first time in centuries, I feel something akin to hope. With Kara by my side, freedom is within reach—and I will stop at nothing to claim it.
10
KARA
Iwake in a cold sweat, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to me like shadows. Azrael’s face swims in my mind, his hands exploring every inch of my body, his voice whispering dark promises in my ear. The memory sends a shiver down my spine, desire mixing with confusion as I shake my head, trying to clear the fog.
Something’s different.
I stand and shuffle toward the small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall. My heart races as I peer into it. The reflection staring back seems foreign yet familiar. My skin glows with an unusual smoothness, fairer than before. I reach up, running my fingers through my hair—thicker and more vibrant than I remember. It cascades down my shoulders like a dark waterfall, catching the light in a way that makes me gasp.
“What’s happening to me?” I whisper, the question lingering in the air like a spell.
Throughout the day, I can’t shake the feeling that something inside me has shifted. As I move through the mine, lifting heavy stones feels effortless. My muscles strain against their usual fatigue but not from exertion—rather from power awakeningwithin me. Each task is easier than it should be; even breathing feels different, charged with energy.
I notice how colors seem brighter today—the deep gray of the rocks more vivid, the flickering torchlight casting dancing shadows that almost feel alive. Sounds sharpen around me—the distant drip of water echoes off the stone walls, and conversations from other slaves filter into focus as if I’m attuned to them for the first time.
As I pass a group of dark elves clustered together, one sneers at me, contempt dripping from his voice. “Look at her—like a pretty little bird trapped in a cage,” he mocks.
Something stirs inside me—a flicker of defiance igniting into flames. Without thinking, I turn and meet his gaze head-on. For an instant, surprise flashes across his face as he falters; confusion clouds his features when he realizes he’s not looking at a cowering slave.
I feel it—a strange and exhilarating satisfaction blooms within me as I watch him retreat slowly, his eyes wide with uncertainty and disbelief. My heart races, pounding in my chest with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. Power thrums beneath my skin like a heartbeat of its own, pulsating in rhythm with the newfound energy coursing through every fiber of my being. What is this? What am I tapping into? I can hardly wrap my mind around the sensation, and yet it feels so undeniably right.
I can barely contain the thrill bubbling within me as I walk away from him; each step feels remarkably lighter, buoyed by a strength I had long thought lost—confidence surging up from a place buried deep inside, a place long overshadowed by years of servitude and fear. It’s as if a weight has been lifted, and I can finally breathe freely for the first time in what feels like forever.
As I approach a pile of rocks near one of the shafts, I spot a heavy boulder resting among the rubble. Without a moment'shesitation, I bend my knees and lift it effortlessly above my head—a feat that would have left me breathless and trembling just yesterday. The boulder tumbles aside with little effort on my part, crashing against another stone with a satisfying thud that reverberates through the air like a triumph.
Gasping for breath only now because of exhilaration rather than fatigue, I step back and stare in awe at what I've accomplished. Could this be real? Could this power be mine?
I step into Azrael’s chamber, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I cross the threshold, the air thickens with tension, a palpable energy swirling around us. My eyes lock onto him, and every instinct within me ignites like wildfire. He sits casually on his cot, his dark figure silhouetted against the dim light, those glowing red eyes boring into me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.
“What did you do to me?” I ask quietly, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound steady. The heat pooling in my core catches me off guard; it’s an all-consuming desire that I can’t seem to shake.
Azrael’s smile unfurls slowly, almost predatory, and something inside me quivers at the sight. “You’re just starting to realize your potential,” he replies smoothly, leaning forward as if the distance between us is unbearable. “Stay close to me, and you’ll become even more powerful.”
His words seep into my mind like honey—sweet yet dangerous. A thrill runs through me, mixing with the heat swelling in my chest. Could it be true? Could I really become something more than this pathetic slave?
I stand straighter, a newfound confidence coursing through me like an electric current. With each step I take toward him, I feel different—stronger. No longer am I the weak trembling girl who cowered under their lashings; now I carry an edge of defiance.
“Azrael,” I say softly as I approach him, lingering just out of reach. “What does that mean? What kind of power?”
