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Mainland ||Aatgarus et Lagertha||

Zek'Aram could smell the arousal rising from her moist sex. All of her protests were in vain, it being obvious to him that her body was already yearning for release. He just needed to coax her a little more in the right direction. She was already slowly giving herself to him, she just did not know it yet. "You will only know pleasure soon enough, little one." He said to her, his voice filled with the same dark affection. He trailed kisses up her neck, leaving hot sensations of pleasure along her skin as he did so. Slowly he moved away and inched his lips closer to her own. Ignoring any resistance she would put up towards him, he pulled her in to an intimate kiss. His right hand slowly slid up her body as he kissed her, firmly resting against her shoulder.

After a moment or so, he pulled away from their intimate kiss, lightly licking her sensitive lips as he did so. Without saying more, he lifted her up in his arms and rose from his throne, cradling her in his arms. He then walked over to a doorway on the right side of the throne room, which led to a spiral staircase. The staircase led them to a tower of sorts, eventually coming to a lavish bedroom.

The room was decorated exquisitely, much different than the dark, gothic design of the throne room. There was a nightstand placed next to the bed, along with a wardrobe and several cupboards along the walls of the room, both filled with all kinds of clothing. On the opposite end of the bed was a vanity of sorts, and the bed itself was decorated with scarlet, red sheets adorned with gold trimming.

Zek'Aram lay her on the bed, kneeling down lightly to meet her gaze when her body made contact with the sheets. "Rest now, little girl, and let thoughts of me fill your dreams tonight." He said to her, a devious grin appearing on his face as he did so. Before he left her, he trailed his fingers along her wet slit, coating them in her juices. He then brought his fingers, covered in her sexual desires towards his face and protruded his tongue, licking his fingers clean of her, making sure she witnessed it as well. With a low and sinister laugh, he got up from where he knelt and left the bedroom, leaving her in there alone with her thoughts.

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The next morning, a lesser demon entered her room. It looked imp-ish, far less imposing than Zek'Aram was. The demon placed a plate of food, along with a pitcher of water on the nightstand next to her bed. No doubt the demon was ordered by Zek'Aram to bring her such provisions, as it did not express any hostile action towards her. After finishing its duties, the demon left, leaving the door behind it open.
 
Annasalia was expecting him to take advantage of her again, instead he did something else that caught her off guard. The kisses on her neck trailing down and then back up she had easily ignored. It was more him forcing his lips to hers, her arms flailing her falling on her back and her legs kicking that had made sitting on top of him unpleasant. Still the came onto her shoulder, as if holding her in place for him as he kissed her deeply. It was a romantic gesture, not one anyone would expect from such a creature and towards such a defiant girl.

When he pulled away, her cheeks were completely red, embarrassed despite her attempts to get him off her. The licking of her lips made her freak a bit. "S-Stop! That's gross!" Annasalia protested. She smacked her hand into his jaw. "Stop doing that..I don't like it." She couldn't look at him, couldn't bother to. Then he was moving, wrapping his arms around her like a child to cradle her once more. Annasalia was awake, purely and fully, and she squirmed pressing herself against him roughly as he moved to stand up. Fear of falling surged through her as she looked down at the ground. She quite liked being small, after seeing what it was like to be up so high she didn't want to be tall like she once had. "P-Put me down!" A childish cry came from her, her body tensed as he moved to a spiral staircase and up them slowly. With every step, she dug her nails into his chest, her eyes large and looking straight down at the ground. Then, though it felt like forever, they were in a room..a very interesting room. The room almost reminded her of home, almost.

She couldn't have been happier when she was laid on the bed. For the first time she stretched and sighed lavishing in the feel of silk against her bare flesh. Then her golden eyes caught his as he spoke and..she realized she was still nude. At least the sheets were there, but before she could grab them to hide under his fingers had already made contact with her slit. She shivered at the feel of his claws just dragging over her moist mound, her legs closing after he pulled his fingers away to...put them to his tongue. Her face scrunched in disapproval. What a queer and gross thing for anyone to do. "T-That's disgusting!" Annasalia shouted as she hide herself under the sheets when he left.

The next morning had come quickly enough. The sheets had all but been torn from their neat position on the bed wrapped around her naked form. Her face peaked out from under the sheets, an eye looking out as the small imp like creature came limping into the room with a tray of food. It didn't speak nor even bother to look in her direction as it laid the tray by her bed before limping out. "..Thank you." Annasalia whispered to the small creature, but it never responded as it left. Slowly she sat up, looking at the food and examining before she took a bite and started eating it. Annasalia drank the water, wipping her face off as she slid off the bed. She caught it in the corner of her eye, the door..the door was slightly ajar. She moved with slow light movements to it peaking outside. There were the doors leading down into the throne room, she could still see the little imp hoping down the stairs in the distance. "Hmm..maybe I can make a break for it." With that she turned, opening the closests to see what was there. Despite the more modern and high standards of the bedroom the dresses and clothing there was..something she had never seen before. They were less fabric more exposed than normal noble dresses. Some of them were...well the fabric was so tight she wondered how anyone could even breath in such a thing. Then she found it, a dress that seemed the least revealing of all of them. Annasalia thumbed the dress before sliding into it. Then she moved to a mirror that was in the room. Her hair that had been braided and pinned up the day before was falling down, nated in the back from both her orgasm and sleeping, twice. She grunted before she started to pull the pieces that kept her hair up out and..she started to run her fingers through her hair under her long hair, which stopped a little passed her ass, was smooth. Then, without a second to delay, she slipped out of the room, doing her best to be quite as she came down the stairs.
 
The throne room was filled with demons. Many of them were lesser, looking similar to the imp that brought Annasalia her food. Only about five were of higher rank, but not on the level of Zek'Aram. They appeared to be winged, bird-like humanoids, except only their wings were feathered. One of them was knelt before Zek'Aram, as he sat on his throne.

"We have received news from the mountains from Commander Sha'Maele." The demon spoke, keeping his gaze to the ground like all others who spoke directly with Zek'Aram. "She told us that her forces have most of the area occupied, although pockets of resistance exist. They will not stand against her long." The demon said, finishing his message.

Zek'Aram rested his chin upon his left hand, giving thought to what the winged demon said. He did not expect Sha'Maele to run into any problems in her own campaign, as the humans were weak to begin with.
What was primarily on his mind was whether she came across their reason for being here or not. "I have no doubts about the strength of Sha'Maele's forces." He began, straightening his posture on the throne. "Does she have any word on the Artifact?" He asked, more concerned with their main task at hand.

"She has no sighting of it. It's as elusive for her as it has been for us." The winged demon replied to him.

A low grunt was heard from Zek'Aram's breath. He did enjoy the campaign on the mainland, as it gave him plenty of opportunities to inflict suffering upon the mortals. Despite this, he would rather have the Artifact secured as soon as possible before it fell into the hands of those who were enemies of the demons. There were no sightings of angels yet, but it would only be a matter of time before they knew of the demon presence on the mainland.

Zek'Aram's thoughts were broken when he heard soft footsteps near the doorway to the tower on his right. A grin began forming on his lips, knowing just who it was. He looked towards one of the lesser demons in the room and signaled for it to make its way over to his "trophy."

The lesser demon stealthily crept up to Annasalia. When it was in range of her, it swiftly jumped in front of her and screeched loudly, no doubt scaring her. This earned the attention of the rest of the demons in the room.

"What!? A human!? A human is here!" One of the winged demons yelled. Immediately it quickly rushed towards Annasalia, brandishing its talons as it prepared to strike her.

"Halt!" Zek'Aram roared, his voice shaking the entire room and silencing the demons in the room. He shifted his gaze over to the winged demon that was about to attack her. "Bring her to me." He commanded the demon, which willingly obeyed him. The winged demon approached her and brought her before Zek'Aram.

"I see you're awake." He said to her, reaching his hand out and placing it under her chin, tilting her head up so it looked at him. "I trust you found the quarters to your liking." He grinned, his lustful eyes trailed over the tight dress she wore, which accented every curve on her body well.
 
Annasalia had found herself clinging to the rail of the stairway. However the rail was warped and much taller than her forcing her to grab onto the little notches in the wall that held the more intercit piece of the railing up. The walls, they seemed to breath in and out with every round she made. Quickly she had dismissed the theory as she stopped on one of the steps to look back seeing the bubbles in the walls as though something was living under it. She didn't want to even think about what could be living under the walls. Maybe living humans for all she knew. Her other hand had found the side of her dress lifting it up to make the decent easier as she went. Annasalia tried her best to be as quiet as she could, bare feet hitting the metal stairs.

The closer she got to the bottom of the staircase the louder the voices got. She figured in all the madness she might be able to slip past, through the doors of the throne room and try to make her way to safety. Annasalia even went as far as to slow down as she started to see the dim flashing light of candles flick off onto the bottom of the metal stairs. Only, the voices stopped and she too stopped in her tracks. They had been so loud! So dominating of the throne room and now...there was an eerie silence in place as the little imp came closer to the beginning of the staircase. Annasalia could hear it, the soft bouncing feet of the imp as it grew near. Crap! How she been so loud?
Quickly she tried to turn to go back upward but..well she was not the best at turning mid step to venture the opposite way from which she came. The imp however - despite it's hop - managed to get to the bottom of the opening just in time to see her trying to turn away. It's muddled black lips with sharp teeth opened wide, letting out such a hollar it made her spine freeze. Annasalia froze, falling onto the stairs to cover her ears as she winced at the sound of it.
The little no eyed creature continued it's onslaught of her ears. Another demon's voice ran softly in the air, muffled by the shriek of the imp. "Stop that!" Annasalia cried. The sweeping of wings gliding through the air was easy enough to hear. Then the winged beast turned to the staircase, talons out and swooped up the stairs to her ready to maul her face. She pulled her head back, bracing for impact as she held her ears until.. The creatures stopped. Talons were so close they graced her right forearm as the imp turned it's head in the direction of the throne. Annasalia opened her eyes peeking out. She was unharmed, but the snarling look of the demon as it glared down at her made her scream a bit.

The command had come then, she could hear the voice clearly. Slowly the demon's talons dropped, softening as they moved to grab her, wrapping around her body to pick her up and fling her over its curved shoulder. She kicked, she threw her fists, she screamed. Nothing mattered. The winged beast easily glided, taking her from the stairwell to the throne room. She could look up briefly, to see the lot of demons blocking the closed twin doors of the throne room. Annasalia had been so close to freedom, to fresh air like she had never smelt before and now.. She was dropped roughly onto the ground with a thud. No doubt the beast that handled her was not pleased. In his haste of dropping her from his hold he had managed to make it so she faced the throne. Her arms and hands were behind her, propping her up on the ground. Her legs spread with the material of the dress covering between them.

Her golden eyes were locked on the creature that had brought her here. His hand reached out as he mentioned her being awake. Annasalia moved her head to the side, trying to not give him any satisfaction as his hand found her chin. Easily her turned her back to facing him, to pushing it up to look up at him. The grin that was produced on his twisted face made her shiver. Still, the demons were brains seemed unflattered with a human amongst their ranks. "So what if I am?"
 
The winged demon that brought her to Zek'Aram released its hold on her, stepping back in file with the rest of his kind. The other demons in the room had their eyes fixed on their leader and the girl, none of them too keen on seeing a human among them. It was common knowledge among them that all weaker creatures or creatures that were not of their kind needed to perish. This human seemed important to their leader however, so they held back any action that they wanted to take against her.

Zek'Aram released his hand from her chin, sitting back against his throne. She was still defiant towards him, not willing to comply to him. "You should know better not to disappoint me, little one." He said to her, his voice menacing. He stood up and forcibly lifted her, seating himself once again and placed her on his lap like the night before. With his left hand, he cupped her ample left breast, giving it a soft squeeze, while his right hand caressed her right leg, easily feeling her beneath the delicate fabric.

"Take notice everyone. This human here is my whore." Zek'Aram said to the rest of the demons in the room, displaying her on his lap while he continued to touch her protesting form. "Her place will always be at my side. If she is seen elsewhere without being in my presence, bring her back to me immediately." He stated, squeezing her breast more roughly.

Several sounds were heard from the demons, their attention still fixated on their leader and his human prisoner. The lesser demons did not think much of it, making small, unrecognizable sounds as they listened to their leader speak. The winged demons, who were held at a higher rank, did not necessarily agree to their leader letting a human wander freely among them, but they had no real power to speak out against him. It's not like one weak girl can cause any trouble for them anyway.

"Take a look, little one." Zek'Aram said to her, his left hand holding her left breast firmly, while his right hand moved up and down her inner right thigh. "All of them have their sights set on you. Scream for them, as you did for me the night before." He commanded her and lifted his right hand up, grasping onto her right breast with it. He roughly squeezed both of her breasts, the thin material doing little to protect her from his touch, as he tried to elicit a loud moan from her.
 
Annasalia had always been defiant towards her father. Being defiant to this creature was no different. He was keeping her prisoner just like her parents had. She shook at his voice, how disapproving the tone seemed to be. She watched as he stood up before moving to scoop her off the ground. Annasalia was not pleased by being treated like a child, or a toy for that matter. Still, her struggles meant nothing as he lifted her up and sat back down with her on his lap. Her back was almost fully exposed by the way the dress was cut in a deep v. Thus allowing the flesh of her skin to press against his chest as she squirmed when he touche her breast, her nipple going hard from the feeling. "S-Stop! I said stop!" She clawed at the hand that groped her. Her face turned bright red as his other hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing it. This had been enough in the privacy between the two of them..now? Now he was humiliating her in front of his army, showing her off like some trophy he had won.

The way he spoke about her made her less then pleased. Annasalia squirmed, kicking and biting his hand in any attempt to get him to stop.. Then came the command. Telling them all to bring her back to him if she was found wandering by herself. Of course. He knew she had wanted to be away from him from the start, but now he was making it worse. He was refusing to let her leave his side, even if she did manage to break free of him. This only met she would have to try her best to be quiet as she tried to sneak out. There had to be a way to get out of here alive. Her family must have been looking for her by now. The squeeze on her breast made her muscles tense and her teeth to grind together.

It seemed the lesser of the demons, the imps she had seemed, were in the very back of the throne room making gurgling sounds in approval to anything he said. Were they mindless? Still, she could see the lot of the winged creatures in front of her. Some were leaning in such a manner to look at her more closely, other bared fangs in disapproval. None spoke. None seemed to voice their disapproval of her. She was scanning them, looking at them despite her reddened face and squirming body. Annasalia barely noticed when his right hand left her inner thigh. Only until it came to her right breast and gripped it as he told her to scream for them. She glared up at him, lips smoothed together as he started to squeeze roughly at her breasts. At first she could it. Second...he managed to get her nipples hard enough she felt like they might cut the dress on there on. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath in, her nails digging into his hands as much as they could. "Stop!" Her brows were trembling as she tried her best to resist, bending her body forward then smacking it back as she bit on her bottom lip. It was futile in all her attempts to stop herself and it was not long before a loud moan left her lips. Instantly she smacked her hands covering her mouth as she whined and kicked, both embarrassed and displeased with herself.
 
The girl did not make it easy for Zek'Aram to elicit a moan of pleasure for her. The whole time she was on his lap, she put up resistance. Her small hands slapped his large ones enveloping her breasts. Seeing that did not work, he then felt her bite his hand and when he did not budge from that, she began clawing at them, digging her nails against his skin. He'd be lying if he said she did not hurt him. Some minor discomfort was felt by the way she was desperately digging her nails into the flesh of his hands, but that was all it was; minor discomfort. As before, seeing her put up such resistance to his advances towards her only fueled his enjoyment of making her scream for him.

It did not take long until all within the throne room heard her pleasured moan, which made Zek'Aram grin with twisted pleasure. "You put up quite a fight, girl." He said to her, moving his thumbs around her erect nipples, which could be easily seen beneath the skimpy fabric of her dress. "She has a lovely voice, doesn't she?" He looked up to the rest of the demons within the room as he said this. His index fingers then moved towards her nipples along with his thumbs, as he roughly pinched her hard nubs through her dress.

The lesser demons made more unintelligible noises, except louder this time. It was as if they were cheering in approval at their master's treatment of this human. The winged demons, who initially were not so approving of seeing a human walking among them, were slowly opening up to the idea. Seeing her face filled with humiliation and agony at the way Zek'Aram made her moan stimulated their sinful demonic pleasures. Slowly, they too began to join their lesser brethren in cheering for Annasalia's degredation by their leader's hands.

"Perhaps I was wrong." Zek'Aram spoke, his right hand letting go of her right breast as he said this. His hand snaked down her body, making sure to feel every inch of her small frame, as it made its way down to the hem of her skirt. "My brethren appreciate you just as much as I do, little one." He leaned in close to her ear upon saying this, letting his breath brush against her lobe. His right hand then lightly lifted up her skirt. He placed his hand against her leg and traveled along it, feeling her soft flesh. His hand stopped when it made its way to her inner thigh, stopping just before the entrance of her womanhood. The region between her legs felt warm, as he left his hand there intrusively, but kept her skirt low enough so the other demons could not see her most intimate spot. "How would it feel if I made you experience those feelings again...except with my court watching you this time."
 
Her face was completely red, drained by embarrassment. He was enjoying this, relishing in the fighting she gave. Either way Annasalia lost and he won. She hated it. Knowing no matter what she did he was enjoying it. His demons in this room were enjoying it as well. She hated it so much. The loud gurgling noises those small mindless things and then the winged beasts started to relax and join them as they watched her squirm. She was whimpering.

The feeling of him releasing her right breast let a sigh roll off her tongue. However, he was far from done tormenting her. She wondered what he was talking about. The feeling of his hand gliding over that thin fabric and her skin made her whine as she tried to close her legs knowing full blown where his hand was venturing to. Still his hand moved to her inner thigh, resting there. Luckily he seemed kind enough to keep the fabric of the dress still covering her little pink slit from everything else in the room. The feel of his breath tickling her neck and her earlobe made her shudder. "Stoooppp." Annnasalia whined at him, moving to the hand on her inner thigh as she tried to push it away. Indeed her slit was warm at the display he was given them, excited at the act he had done in front of others. Although...she herself would never admit it. Then came the mocking tone as he questioned her again. The question made her freeze, her heart race and her cry. "No! Don't do that! Pleasssee don't do that!" She had turned her face to look at him with large pleading embarrassed eyes.
 
Zek'Aram's glowing, yellow demonic eyes met Annasalia's golden ones. Fear, agony, and embarrassment, were evident in her eyes, as well as a hint of another emotion. He knew this emotion all too well and seeing it there in her eyes only made him want to take her right there in front of his demon brethren. His lust for her was great, but he knew that now was not the time. She was not yet ready, although her body was slowly giving itself to him.

"Is that how you really feel." He asked her with the same devious tone he carried with him, "Or could it be...you are lying to yourself to cover up your true nature." A sinister grin appeared on his face when he said this. He began to move his right hand closer towards her warm, yearning slit. He felt her hand push harder against his, doing her best to prevent him from pleasuring her like he did the night before. "Resistance is futile, little girl." A low growl escaped from his breath, as he pushed past her resistance and rested his hand against her sex. From the outside, a bulge could be seen from within her dress where her pussy was, letting the demons know that his hand was covering her there. He could feel her wetness against his fingers as he held his hand against her nether region. Slowly, he began to move one finger against her slit, running it along her soft, silky lips.

He then moved his face down towards her ear once again, whispering to her intimately. "Give into your desires...Your body already begs for my touch. It is only a matter of time before you do." He softly nibbles her ear after saying this.

The rest of the demons in the room had their eyes roaming across her body, with most having their eyes fixated upon her most intimate spot. They could not tell what he was doing to her, but they could see some movement where it was. They made more indistinct noises, some throwing their arms in the air also, as if goading her to give into her deep, dark desires.
 
She had thought she had won him over, that he would stop. The lock on their eyes was something else. She was frightened as she stared into his yellow eyes. He was pleased, she could see that now, desire was lingering behind them. Annasalia was more frightened then ever. He was willing and wanting to defile her in front of others. That was bad, but her body was enjoying her.

"Yes!" Annasalia snapped at his question as he smirked. He was challenging her, and she did not like it. "I'm sure...!" She pushed his hand away as hard as she could, but still she could not stop him. Her legs kicked as he moved his hand under her dress, covering her slit with his hand. "Stop! Stop!" His voice made her tense at his growl as she squirmed. Her back pressed up against his chest, her shoulders climbing up a bit as she tried to get away. It never mattered what she did, he always won at this rate. She body twisted, chest arching as he ran his finger along her moist slit in a teasingh manner. Her body was excited, craving more.

He was whispering into her ear, trying to tell her to give in. Of course giving in and relaxing to his touch would have been better, would have felt better. She wasn't about to do that. He was taking advantage of her against her will. Over and OVer again. She was covering her face now with her small hands. They were all watching her, she could feel there eyes lingering on her body. She hated it. She loved it. Mixed feelings were both fueling her body and driving her insane.
 
The demons in the room saw the girl breaking before them, which only served to feed their enjoyment. Twisted, negative energies could be sensed from her, and they reveled in it. Zek'Aram too sensed Annasalia's distress by his hands, filling him with his own twisted pleasure. He could sense her will faltering, losing herself in his touch, but not quite yet. A large amount of resistance was still present within her, and he was willing to break it from her.

Lightly, he undid the zipper of the dress where it was wrapped around her neck. Once the fabric was free from her, he lowered her dress just enough so it bared her neck, shoulders, and chest, but made sure to keep her breasts covered. As much as he wanted to display her perfect, lustful body to his horde, he decided against it for now. In order to truly break her he had to be patient.

Further ignoring her protests and against her embarrassment, Zek'Aram slowly slid two of his fingers inside her wet mound, reminding her of the pleasure her body so yearned for. His fingers found their way to her g-spot and rested there, as he softly breathed against her neck. "You like it when I touch you there...do you not?" He asked her, clearly playing with her mind. His fingers began to softly massage her most intimate spot, while he intimately sent kisses along her neck. His lewd treatment of her body never let up, and the demons in the room never ceased their cheers. One by one, they began to move closer to her, getting a better look at the human who their master was pleasuring.
 
She could feel it. The zipper on her dress being pulled down thus letting the fabric slowly slide over her flesh exposing more of it to the room. Annasalia's small hands moved trying to grip the fabric to stop her breasts but her hand stopped it first. Just in time for when her body shuddered and relaxed as he slid two fingers inside of her. Her wetness was growing, pooling on his lap and his inner hand. Her right hand shook as it moved, lacing itself on top of his head as she shivered, panting. "Sto.."

Annasalia watched as the demons started to move closer to her, she groaned trying to kick her legs as she regained herself a bit. She was losing her grip as his fingers grazed her g-spot. His breath was hot and there was something oddly appealing about how he teased her. "No..I..hate it.." Annasalia breathed squirming on top of him as her head tilted back looking up at the ceiling.
 
A grin appeared on Zek'Aram's face, as he felt her wetness coat his fingers from where they lay deep within her womanhood. He knew now for sure that she was truly giving into her dark desires. If he can break her now, then any little resistance she had against him would be lost. This thought felt so delicious to him, making his lick his lips in lustful anticipation. He slid his tongue along the crook of her neck for a moment, making his way up to her ear lobe, where he trailed along its shape with his rough tongue.

"You should put up more resistance if you really hate it, little girl." He whispered in her ear, his voice taunting her as he left his breath brushing across her ear lobe. He then began to roughly finger her, rubbing his clawed fingers against her sensitive sex. He spared no expense in making her feel the insatiable pleasure. His left hand grasped her left breast, pulling her body close to him so that her bare back was pressed up against his chest, while he gave her a rough squeeze.

Seeing her head tilted back against him, Zek'Aram took this moment to catch her in an intimate kiss, while submitting her to his rough handling. His tongue attempted to make its way into her mouth, seeking her own to take her in an intimate display of affection and lust. His demon brethren would know how much he wanted her, but more importantly, how much she wanted him. The demons continued cheering on their master, calling for him to continue his lewd actions towards her as well as calling for her to give into the dark lust within her. From seeing the way she was falling, the more intelligent demons wondered if all humans were the same. There were a number of prisoners in the Obsidian Spire that could be taken advantaged of...given permission by their leader.
 
"Shut..up.." Annasalia's face was red, twisted with pleasure she was trying to stop herself from having. The feel of his rough tongue rolling over her flesh made her whine, her body aching for more than he was giving her. Her body wanted to feel his tongue in different places along her flesh, naughtier places. Then he started to finger her and her lips parted in pleasurable loud moans. Her legs kicking, her right left leg picked up, and she planted her right foot flat against his leg giving him a better position to pump his fingers into her. She could hear it, the soft wet gushing noise of his fingers going in and out. The feel of his large hand gripping her clothed breast was driving her body crazy with lust.

Annasalia was caught off guard when his lips came to hers roughly. Her hand slipped off the top of his head resting on the side of his neck that connected to his shoulder. Her other hand was gripping onto the arm of the chair as she squirmed in his hold. She should have fought back, she knew it, and as much as her mind was screaming at her, the way he was touching her was making her body scream in pleasure and she couldn't stop it. She closed her eyes allowing his tongue into her mouth. It was weird how despite her fighting her body missed the feeling of his hands on her, his tongue in her mouth. Perhaps it was because he was the first to touch her in such a manner and Annasalia could not get used to it, good or bad.
 
The taste of her was sweet, sweet with pleasure and desire. His tongue wrapped around hers, tasting her and massaging her with its rough surface. His fingers buried deep within her wet, sensitive womanhood never stopped their movements, continuing to ever roughly rub against her g-spot. Her resistance nearly fell at this point, much to Zek'Aram's satisfaction. He could feel her practically give herself to him now by the way she moaned lewdly each time he touched her, by the way her legs parted so he could easily access her nether region, and especially by the way she held her hand against his neck, no doubt losing herself in the sensuousness of their kiss.

His lust for her was insatiable more than ever, knowing that she was just about surrendering to him. For now he was displaying his lustful attraction to his brethren, as well as how much she wanted to give into her desires for him. Soon, he was going to take her in front of all of them, showing them all that he owned the greatest prize of all that could be found in the mortal realm. First, he wanted to bring her to the orgasm she so desired, and she would be doing so in front of his whole court. This thought fueled his lust to an unholy degree, as he continued to roughly give her the lewd attention she so yearned for.

Suddenly, as if the Devil himself decided to take his prize away from him, his fun was rudely interrupted by a messenger bursting through the large doors of his citadel.

"General Zek'Aram," The messenger began, standing behind the crowd of demons that stood before him. "Lord Lucifer demands to speak with you. His presence awaits you outside by the prison."

Zek'Aram pulled away from the intimate kiss he was engaged in with Annasalia, a menacing scowl evident on his face. This interruption was truly an annoyance. If it was an order from anyone other than his lord, he would have killed the messenger in an instant for disrupting such an important affair. The other demons in the room, including the messenger, seemed to have sensed his annoyed state, as they stepped back from watching him take the human girl.

"Fine...I will be out to speak with him shortly." Zek'Aram growled, slowly removing his fingers from Annasalia's tight, wet mound, coated in her hot juices. "You there, bring me the chain." He commanded one of the winged demons. The winged demon immediately obeyed him, bringing before him a collar with a chain attached to it. On the other side of the collar was a bracelet of sorts.

Zek'Aram lifted his wet fingers up, lightly tracing them against her lips, as he began to speak to her. "We have plenty of time to play later, little one. For now duty calls." His voice softened when he spoke to her, not wanting to scare her with how displeased he was. He lifted up the part of her dress that he undid, wrapping where the dress connected at her neck and zipped it back up. He then connected the collar to her neck and the bracelet to his left wrist. "Now, come with me, little one."

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The outside of the citadel was dark and ashen. This place; the Obsidian Spire, looked like an outpost of Hell itself. Instead of rivers running through it, lava did, and the ground around the entire place looked cracked and covered with ash. Several buildings were present as well, all gothic and demon-looking. Demons lurked around the area, although it was difficult to discern exactly what they were doing.

Zek'Aram led her to the prison where the presence of his lord awaited, allowing her to walk beside him instead of dragging her along like a dog. She was his trophy and he wanted to present her to his demons as they walked towards their destination. Some gave attention to her, giving her grotesque looks and wondering what exactly a human was doing walking alongside their leader.
 
Annasalia was losing herself with every thrust of his fingers, every motion of her g-spot being rubbed made her gasp for breath. Then there was the feel of his rough tongue sliding over her own drawing her further into her lustful nature. She was getting close, she could feel it. The way her muscles tensed ever so slightly, the way her hips started to move on their own and her mind..well it could not think past the pleasure.

Her moans were getting louder, though muffled by his lips against her own and she could feel the slight tense in his fingers, him holding back. She wanted more, her body wanted more and she was so close she could taste the sensation of an orgasm on the tip of her tongue.

The door busted open pulling her slightly from the feeling of pleasure. He pulled away first with his lips, talking to the little twisted demon that stood in front of him. Annasalia was panting, eyes half opened, and her head resting against his chest. Then, suddenly his fingers were pulled out of her. She could have protested but she sighed as she tried to get herself to relax from being so close. Her foot slide off her lap as she panted, looking up at him as his fingers traced over her lips. The scent of her own pussy filled her nostrils and she licked her lips when he was done. Before she realized it her dress was being zipped up and then a collar locked around it. She blinked several times before wrapping her fingers around the collar trying to take it off as she gave him a questioning look.

Before she knew it she was walking beside him with the collar and leash. She had fought at first but he was not really trying to drag her..it only took several minutes for her to start walking. Although the eyes and little hands from the creature of the spire made her jump into him and cry from their cold fingers. She did not like this. She would much rather be trapped in the lavish room he had taken her to. She had wanted to question where they were going, but as the large doors made way and showed the line of cages as far as her eye could see she knew. "A..dungeon?" Annasalia said aloud as she followed him.
 
Zek'Aram wrapped his arm around Annasalia when he felt her jump up against him. She seemed fearful of the attention that the demons around them wanted to give her. This made him growl at them, as he did not want any of them touching his trophy without his permission. Such beauty and perfection could only truly be appreciated by him after all, although with proper pointers, the rest of his brethren could learn to appreciate her too.

He heard her voice her thoughts aloud as they neared the prison. "Yes, it is." He replied, stopping at its entrance for a moment to inspect the outside. "You'll be familiar with some of the...residents there." He said to her, his hands making their way against her round ass and giving it a rough squeeze, before the two of them continued into the prison.

The many cages lined up within the prison were filled with human prisoners. It was unlikely that she knew any of the denizens specifically. Her people, caged up like animals before a superior race. He was sure she already knew this. In case she didn't, she would soon learn. That much he will make sure of. Already she was starting to give her body to him, it will only be a matter of time before she gave him her mind as well...and perhaps her heart.

They made their way to the depths of the prison, passing by many cages filled with humans. Eventually they made it to a central area where an obese pig-like demon greeted them.

"General Zek'Aram! Glad you could make it." The demon bowed before Zek'Aram, before taking notice of Annasalia. "What is that human doing with you?" He asked, his eyes roaming over the girl's body, clear with lust.

Zek'Aram responded to him, lightly tapping Annasalia's ass as he did so. "She is my prize, a spoil of war if you will." A devious grin accompanied his face as he spoke. "She's beautiful, isn't she, Warden?" His hand groped her ass once more, slowly sliding up her bare back, before returning to where it was rested against her rear.

"Yes, yes she is! Delicious looking too!" The Warden spoke, taking in every inch of her figure, them shifted his attention back towards Zek'Aram. "Lord Lucifer wants to speak with you. That pedestal behind me will project his image for you...he did not seem too pleased when he asked for you." The Warden added, then stepped out of the room they were in so Zek'Aram could speak with Lucifer alone.

Once the Warden left, Zek'Aram placed his hand over the pedestal, holding it there for a few seconds, then let go. Soon the image of a demon, looking more like an angel, appeared. Only his head was visible. He was very handsome, with pale white skin, silver hair, and red, piercing eyes.

"Lord Lucifer," Zek'Aram spoke, addressing his lord and kneeling before the image. "What is it you wanted to speak with me about?" There was a long silence for awhile. The image of Lucifer seemed to be eying the vicinity, no doubt his gaze caught glimpse of Annasalia.
 
Annasalia was surprised he had caught her words and replied to them. She was silent as he kept her close to him and walked the long line of cages. There was rattling of chains, coughing, crying. As they got closer to the noise, shouting came, people pushing their arms between the bars to try to grab at the two of them, most at her. "Help us.." an older lady cried as she grabbed Annasalia's arm. She cried pulling her arm away and clinging onto Zek'Aram. Annasalia was frightened but they looked like they were being fed, still her treatment seemed to be better than what these humans were going through. They were cuddled up to one another, sleeping on the floor as they awaited whatever was to come for them.

She gulped as they got far enough away from the people although her muscles were still tensed. Annasalia jumped, crying and hiding behind him as the beast in front of them came up speaking to him. She tried to stay away but this creature did not seem to be...as menacing as his appearance was to her. Slowly Annasalia moved to the side of him, unintentionally grasping up and grabbing the fingers of Zek'Aram's hand. Something Annasalia had not done with her parents for a long time, but always resorted to when she was frightened, even a small bit.

Sooner rather than later the demon moved out of the way to let them pass . The room was dark, large and empty and Annasalia felty completely exposed in the room. Even after the door closed so only the two of them were inside of it. Then, the image of a man came into view. He was gorgeous and menacing altogether. One of those men that every women knew was bad for them but wanted a piece just because of how handsome he was. Still, when Zek'Aram started to speak the man's eyes began to wonder over the room. Something felt odd about the creature as it found her, and she found herself running behind the knelt down Zek'Aram to hide from his gaze. This was the evil lord? Annasalia had heard stories about this but..no one ever thought it was really true. Then again, how else could anyone explain the demons without having a leader?
 
Zek'Aram kept his gaze towards the ground. He sensed Lucifer taking in the sights of him and his trophy. As other demons showed him respect when addressing him, he too showed respect to his superiors. Lucifer was the lord whom he served; an Archdemon of immense power. He was one of many, but without a doubt the most powerful of them all, from what Zek'Aram was told by others. He knew his place in relation to his lord, despite how arrogant and powerful he himself was.

He felt Annasalia close behind him, as if she was using him as a cover. No doubt she was intimidated by Lucifer's gaze. Though a very handsome devil, he was also a being of pure evil.

A few moments passed in silence before Lucifer spoke. His voice was intimidating, filled with malice and seemed to shake the entire room they were in, even though his voice was calm and soft-spoken in a sense. "Zek'Aram. What news do you have regarding the Artifact." The demon lord's voice stormed throughout the halls.

Zek'Aram did not budge, keeping his gaze towards the floor. The Warden was correct; Lucifer was not pleased at all. Calmly, Zek'Aram replied to him, keeping his voice firm and composed. "My lord, the Artifact...still eludes us." He paused, unsure of what else he could really say. He could tell this was an answer his lord did not want to hear at all, but there was little else he could say. False promises would only further incur the demon lord's wrath.

"I see..." Disappointment could be sensed in Lucifer's voice and perhaps a hint of anger too. "Instead of searching for our only purpose in this realm, you find the company of mortals...I can't stress my own disappointment enough." Lucifer's crimson red eyes found their way to Annasalia once more, though she was hard for him to see hidden behind Zek'Aram. "If you weren't my most trusted general, I would have her killed where she stood..."

Zek'Aram decided to speak up. "The mortals may hold the key to finding the Artifact, my lord." Hearing this caused Lucifer to pause, listening intently to what Zek'Aram had to say. "There are many on the mainland. Most likely they will know the location of the Artifact. By occupying the eastern region of the mainland, my forces were able to round up many of them." Zek'Aram paused for a moment, shifting his gaze up towards Lucifer as he continued, "With your permission, Lord Lucifer, I'd like to have our forces corrupt our prisoners. Turn them into our slaves so we can use them as sleeper agents. The mortals will then aid us in finding the Artifact."

Lucifer took his words into consideration. Time was of the essence, anything that will help them find the Artifact as soon as possible would be beneficial. Using the natives of the mainland to search for their objective...it was not a bad plan at all. "Permission granted, Zek'Aram. What ever you do, make sure you get the job done. I will consult with the other Archdemons and see how their generals are faring." Lucifer concluded. His eyes lay upon Annasalia once more, before his image vanished from where it was projected on the pedestal.

The dark room seemed to have lightened up the moment his image disappeared. This dark lord...his presence truly sapped the life of all around him.

Zek'Aram turned around from where he knelt and faced Annasalia. He could tell that the girl was scared throughout the entire conversation. Lucifer's imposing form, along with his devilish intentions towards her must have gotten to her. Reaching a hand towards her, he lightly caressed her cheek. "Don't worry, my sweet." He said to her, his voice soft, yet possessive. "I won't let any harm come of you. No one will stain anything of mine." He slowly closed the distance between him as he said this, planting an affectionate kiss on her lips as he said so.

To take advantage of fear...this was something he was no stranger to.
 
Her whole body was shaking from the man's face and voice. The sheer sound of it made her want..well to piss herself in fear. She had seen and heard many things that had frightened her, but this was definitely the top of the iceberg. Plus, from what Zek-Aram was talking he was going to try to corrupt the humans to do their deeds, to find this artifact they were searching for. Annasalia's hands were grabbing Zek-Aram's back as she crouched trying to stay hidden.

Before she knew it, the man was gone and blue flames sparked to life. They started from the bottoms of the pillars in the room, climbing up them and lighting the room with a soft blue glow as they reached the ceiling. As soon as the flames touched base with the ceiling it set the whole thing on fire, but it was not burning the pillars or ceiling it merely licked the material dancing on top of it.

The light made her a little less frightened as he began to stand up and turn to face her. He knelt down and she opened her eyes to look up at him. His hand was touching the soft skin of her cheek as her whole body shook in fear. He kissed her before she could react to the whole thing. Finally when he pulled away she shook her head with a twitch. "You want to use all of us..?" Annasalia moved away from him pointing to the dungeon that had come from. "I know you are all demons but you are going to use those people? Those women, children and men all for what? A chance to find something you have no idea where it is?"
 
Zek'Aram stood up after she pulled away from him. She had more life in her than he thought, seeing her openly stand up to him and refuse the fate he had in store for the prisoners. It took a lot of guts to do such a thing, especially to him. Fortunately for her, he valued her more than anything so he would never lay a harmful finger on her. Most that do stand up to him would not be standing for much longer.

Her concerns for her kind were commendable in a way. Most humans from what he knew were willing to let each other die as long as they themselves were able to make it out of the ordeal. This about her was different. It only made her...more tasty to him. The girl was certainly a different breed from the rest of her kind.

He spoke to her, his voice rougher than it was when he kissed her. "The mortals will only feel pain for a brief moment when we turn their minds. After that, they won't have any conception of pain or worry anymore. They will be servants of our will, free from any knowledge of suffering." A devilish grin accompanies him shortly after he says this. "It is a far better fate than simply sending them to their deaths, don't you think, girl?"

He motioned for her to come with him after telling her what he plans on doing. For now he planned on going back to his citadel to have his succubi and incubi begin the process of turning all of their prisoners into their slaves. Afterwards he will have to have them sent to different settlements that still exist so they can set out to accomplish their tasks. He decided to leave out the details about what the Artifact exactly was, because not even he himself knew. It was complete speculation among the demons as to what it was specifically. If anyone knew, most likely the Archdemons had an idea.

The two of them returned to his throne room, which waited for them at the entrance to his citadel. He sat on his throne, tapping the arms as he waited for the succubi and incubi to arrive. He did not bother pulling Annasalia onto his lap this time, deciding to give her more free movement. As much movement as her chained collar allowed her that is. "You'll like my new visitors." He said to her, while waiting for them to arrive. "I know that they will...appreciate you."
 
Annasalia was firm in her standing, even when he stood up and spoke to her. The devilish grin on his face told her how much he was enjoying this. Still she was not pleased with his answer. "Why can't you just let them go? Especially the children and elders, they won't do you any good." He seemed to ignore her motioning for her to follow. At first she refused when the doors opened, but a simple tug of his wrists caused her to gasp forcing her to follow behind him.

She couldn't look at them as she passed. They were grabbing for her as she followed behind him, her arms wrapped around herself . They were screaming, shrieking for her to help them, but Annasalia didn't know what to do. To him she was just a trophy, a little thing to torment and play with until he was bored, she wondered exactly how long that would last with him. The demons seemed to pass by now without touching her, minding themselves as he lead her back to the double doors of his throne room.

Annasalia was quiet as he moved to his throne and sat down. She was thankful he didn't pull her into his lap, she didn't want to be there at the moment. She moved around to his right, going a few feet away from him as she moved, but that was as far as the leash allowed her. She huffed, moving back and forth not staying really still. He spoke as she stared at the walls, examining the little grooves of images in them, different symbols that made no sense to her. When he spoke about his new visitors she looked over her shoulder at him, arms crossed and huffed as she looke away. Just like a child.
 
With the small amount of freedom he allowed her, he saw that she decided to distance herself from him as much as possible. Just when he thought he had broken her will and resistance, she showed him that she had more. She was surely defiant to the end, making her a prize worth winning in his opinion. He continued to watch her pace the whole time, his glowing yellow eyes taking in her small, busty frame and the fitting dress that hung from her curved body. Although the dress did look on her, he considered dressing her in something more...revealing. Such a beautiful, lustful body like hers should be displayed for all to see. If she did not like it, she soon will...he will make sure of that.

A few moments later, two humanoid demons entered the room. Both had dark wings, two horns protruding from their foreheads, and a devilish tail. One resembled a rather masculine man, while the other resembled a thin, yet curvy woman. Both were nude, with their bodies on full display for any and all who lay eyes on them. The man was muscular with a cock spanning 9" in length and 1" in width, while the woman had size D breasts and a tight-looking pussy, though it was clear by the way they carried themselves that they were no strangers to sexual manipulation. The man had red skin, black hair, and glowing green eyes; the woman had purple skin, black hair, and glowing blue eyes.

The man immediately caught eye of Annasalia, a lustful gaze filling his visage as his eyes traveled along her body. The woman however stepped up towards Zek'Aram, not bothering to kneel before him and spoke. "For why do you call us, General Zek'Aram?" Her voice was seductive and sultry as she spoke, surely able to drive any man to her whims, "I am all you need, there is no reason for you to call HIM in..." She emphasized her words when speaking of the man. Her gaze quickly found Annasalia as well, and her focus was quick to shift to the girl. "Well...now I wonder why you need me at all." She added, licking her lips.

"I can only wonder where you found such a specimen, General Zek'Aram." The man decided to speak. His voice was seductive and alluring in its own way, able to make any woman fall. "If she wasn't yours. I would have an enjoyable evening...turning her." He added, noting the way she was chained to Zek'Aram's wrist.

Zek'Aram had the same sinister grin on his face as the two demons spoke. He knew that they would immediately appreciate his prize when they saw her. "Business can wait for a little bit..." He began, pausing for a moment to allow himself to gaze over her body some more. "Since you two have expressed such...appreciation for my trophy, I will allow you to...sample her. Be sure to keep her clean. I will be the one to introduce her to such insatiable pleasures when her time comes." He says to them, emphasizing the last word a bit more, as he watches her in anticipation, waiting for the incubus and succubus to play with her.

The incubus proceeded forward first, grabbing her from behind and pulling her close against his erection. He made sure to press his hardening cock against her ass, so she could feel just how hard he was beneath her dress. "A fine girl you have, General Zek'Aram." The incubus held her against him by his right hand on her hip, while his left hand traced the smooth flesh of her back. "Such purity, you're lucky to have a such a mortal."

The succubus then approached her. She grabbed Annasalia's wrists, forced them against her sides and pressed her bare breasts against Annasalia's clothes ones. "It's impressive how a mortal's could have ones more ample than mine." She said, her eyes gazing directly into Annasalia's. "Don't you wish to feel your flesh upon mine?" A seductive grin graced her lips as she said this.

Zek'Aram was enjoying the attention that the two seducers were giving Annasalia. He eagerly awaited to see her reaction.
 
Annasalia's back was turned to the entrance of the throne room. He wasn't trying to force her by him so Annasalia made no attempt to come closer. The chain was stretched out to it's max. Her eyes lingered over the carvings in the wall, but she was in no mood to converse with him about anything. Even as he watched her she ignored him. Annasalia pulled her long hair from her back over her shoulder. Her fingers laced in her hair, braiding it as she thought about things.

The doors opened and her face turned to look at the two creatures that poured into the room. She had to looked away, embarrassed by their display of nudity. Although she had gotten a good sight of the two of them before turning away. Their flesh was tinted a different color than the rest of the demons. They both seemed to be more open about their lustful natures than the rest of the demons. The small ones and the winged ones had all been clothed just like Zek-Aram was, but these two decided not to be.

They began talking, though some of their conversation was directed towards her. She kept her red hair in her hands, trying to calm herself as they spoke about her like a piece of meat or rather a plaything. Annasalia looked at Zek-Aram as he told them business could wait. He had seemed so eager earlier to want to twist the people he held captured will. Now, for the moment, he had decided to push it aside to let them play with his trophy. His eyes were going over her body as she glared at him, but she huffed looking away from him. He couldn't be serious, could he? Then again he was a demon.

Before she could react further the incubus was on her, pressing himself against her ass and keeping her there with his hands. She shivered, squirming as she whined in protest. Annasalia squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. Then the succubus was in front of her pressing her bare breasts against her clothed ones as she kept Annasalia's wrists by her side. Annasalia stomped her foot in protes. "Stop! Let go of me!" Her face was red, embarrassed and she wanted to do nothing more than hide at this moment. She tilted her head back eyes closed as she didn't want to look at them. "I don't like this!" Annasalia insisted.
 
The succubus let out a screech, feeling her foot stomped on by Annasalia. She backed up, holding her foot in pain. "You bitch!" She venomously glared at the girl, brandishing a claw from her hand. "I will make you learn your place, mortal!" She was prepared to run her claw across Annasalia's face at this point. The incubus timely intervened however, pulling Annasalia further against his length, as he lay her bare back against his chest.

He then spoke up, attempting to calm the succubus. "Our master will not appreciate you marring his trophy." He spoke, his hand brushing the side of her face, "Besides, I think our master enjoys how...feisty this one is." He then undid the zipper around the collar of her dress and let it fall forward, although her breasts were not exposed...yet.

Zek'Aram continued to watch his minions muse among each other. He sat in anticipation, waiting to see what would happen next after the incubus undid the top part of her dress. It hung against her breasts, the tightness of the dress against her large bust as the only means of holding it up.

The succubus started to calm down, reducing her claws to its normal size as she took a deep breath. The incubus grinned and looked up at Zek'Aram for a moment, as if awaiting for permission from him. Zek'Aram returned his gaze with a nod, then focused his eyes upon his trophy once more. He was eager to see her violated further by his minions.

The incubus immediately pulled down the top part of Annasalia's dress, revealing her round, succulent breasts. "So nice and soft...just as I imagined them." The incubus said, his left hand reached up and enveloped itself around her left breast, giving it a nice squeeze as he grinded his hard erection against her ass.

The succubus decided to join in at this point. She closed in on the girl and traced a finger around her right nipple, running her claws lightly upon the surface of her flesh. "You hurt me...I must discipline you for that." An evil grin appeared on her lips, and she roughly clamped her fingers against Annasalia's nipple, twisting it as she did so. The incubus removed his hand from her left breast so the succubus could do the same to her left nipple. He placed his hands against her hips and grabbed the hems of her dress, moving the fabric along the body so that she could feel it rub between her loins. As he did this, the succubus pinched her other nipple, twisting it as well. She then moved her hands along Annasalia's breasts and pushes her own breasts upon hers. Her bluish-purple nipple was now rubbing against Annasalia's dark-pinkish ones. "How does this feel sweetie? Are you getting wet?" The succubus said to her lewdly, letting out a maniacal laugh.
 
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