Page 14 of His to Break
“You wouldn’t believe what happened today,” she says between bites, excitement lighting up her features. “I compelled three guards to turn on each other while they were gambling.”
A smile breaks across my lips; there’s something intoxicating about watching her revel in this new identity. “And how did that feel?”
“Powerful,” she admits, and I can’t help the pride swelling in my chest.
But there’s no time to bask in those moments now; we have work to do. We slip into the shadows once again tonight, cloaked by darkness as we move stealthily through the twisting corridors of the fortress.
I walk closely behind Kara, my eyes roaming over her form—a silhouette defined by curves that were once hidden beneath layers of ragged clothing. She carries herself differently now—confidently—as if she knows she holds power beyond what any mere human should possess.
Our mission tonight is simple: gather information about the contract binding me here. We glide past empty rooms and echoing halls until we reach the chambers of one of the dark elf nobles—the source of my torment and humiliation.
Kara pushes open the door quietly; it creaks softly as we step inside. The room is lavishly adorned with ornate furniture and glittering artifacts that hint at wealth amassed through cruelty and oppression.
“Search everywhere,” I instruct as we split up, but even as I scan the room for any scrap of parchment or detail that might reveal how to break free from these chains binding me both physically and magically, every flicker of movement from Kara distracts me.
She moves gracefully among rich tapestries and decadent displays—eyes scanning surfaces while keeping an ear open for any sign of danger lurking beyond this chamber's threshold.
My focus sharpens as I turn toward a grand desk littered with scrolls when suddenly footsteps echo outside the door—a pair of guards making their rounds too close for comfort.
“Hide!” I hiss under my breath.
We duck behind a large tapestry hanging on the wall just moments before two guards enter the chamber. Their laughter fills the space like poison as they stroll around casually without noticing our presence concealed behind the fabric.
“Did you hear? They caught another slave trying to escape last night,” one guard remarks casually as he inspects items on a nearby shelf.
“It won’t be long before they start hunting down all those humans,” his companion replies dismissively. “They’re nothing but animals anyway. And that demon—our own little pet. Maybe they'll finally put him to use.”
My fists clench at their words—I want nothing more than to leap out and silence them permanently—but Kara rests a calming hand on my arm and gestures with her head when I look at her.
The guards’ laughter fades as we retreat into the shadows, my frustration boiling over. We could have gotten what we needed—should have gotten what we needed. I snarl, the sound rumbling in my throat like a warning growl.
But when I turn to Kara, her eyes glow with an unsettling intensity, a darkness swirling within that both fascinates and terrifies me. There’s something dangerously alluring about her transformation.
Back in our chamber, the door clicks shut behind us, sealing off the outside world. Kara steps closer, her movements fluidand hypnotic. Her hips sway as she approaches, drawing me in like a moth to flame.
“You’re too tense,” she purrs, her fingers trailing down my chest with a feather-light touch. I feel every nerve ending spark to life under her caress, heat pooling low in my gut.
I swallow hard; my breath hitches as I realize what’s happening. She’s wielding her powers like a master—her incubus blood surging through her veins grips me tight.
“Let me help you relax,” she whispers against my ear, her breath hot and inviting. And just like that, I’m lost—sinking into the depths of desire where reason blurs and all that matters is the primal pull between us.
Kara’s voice is a siren’s call, her words laced with a sultry confidence that I can’t resist. “Sit,” she commands, and my body obeys before my mind has time to process the order. The bed creaks under my weight as I sink onto the mattress, the chains binding me clinking softly in the otherwise silent room.
She drops to her knees before me, her hands deftly unfastening my trousers. I know what’s coming, and a part of me—the primal, unchained part—wants to pull away, to remind her that I am a high demon, not some lowly creature to be commanded. But the truth is, I crave this release, this brief moment of escape from the constant oppression of my enslavement.
Her gaze locks onto mine as she frees my cock from its confines, her eyes darkening with lust. She looks at it like she’s starving, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. The sight of her on her knees, eager and willing, sends a jolt of arousal coursing through me. I know she’s using her powers, I can feel the subtle hum of energy pulsating between us, but it feels so fucking good that I can’t bring myself to care.
Kara leans forward, her hand wrapping around the base of my shaft as she takes me into her mouth. The warmth of her lips,the softness of her tongue—it’s heaven and hell all at once. Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper each time, and I can’t help but groan, the sound reverberating throughout the room.
I thread my fingers through her hair, a growl rumbling in my chest as I guide her movements, pushing her head down further, feeling the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. She gags slightly but takes it like a champion, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with mine. The noises she makes, the little whimpers and moans of pleasure and desperation, they’re intoxicating—a symphony of sin and seduction that drives me wild.
As if reading my thoughts, Kara releases me from her mouth, a wicked grin playing on her lips. “My turn,” she purrs, climbing onto my lap and positioning herself above my aching cock. She’s so wet, so ready for me, and I can feel the heat radiating from her core as she slowly sinks down onto me.
We both moan as she envelops me completely, her tight, wet heat almost too much to bear. She braces her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she starts to ride me—slowly at first, then faster, harder, her hips rocking against mine in a rhythm as old as time itself.
She throws her head back, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I can’t resist the urge to reach up and cup them, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
“Tell me how good it feels,” she pants, her eyes closed, lost in the throes of passion.
