Mainland ||Aatgarus et Lagertha||

Annasalia tensed, expecting the claws to gash her flesh, but the incubus pulled her back away from the succubus. Still the motion pressed his erect cock further against her round ass and lower back. Her back pressed against his cock trapping it between their bodies. She squirmed, even though he was helping in a way. Still Annasalia looked at him as he started to undo the zipper of her dress. "S-Stop! Don't do that!" She moved her hands up trying to stop him but he had undone it quicker than she could react. Her large breasts held the fabric up from exposing her nipples and she was thankful for that as she sighed.

Then as she watched him while struggling and kicking, he seemed to look at Zek-Aram before returning to tormenting her. His hands pulled down the front of her dress exposing her pale breasts and round pink nipples. Annasalia's face turned bright res as he commented on them. "Shut up! Shut up!" She bent forward, trying to get away from him as he gripped her left breast and started toying with it. He was grinding against her and Annasalia didn't know what to do.

As she stood back up the succubus came, tracing her right nipple, her hair moving to the side out of the way. Then she pinched and twisted causing Annasalia to cry out in pain as she squirmed. The incubus released her left breast and the succubus twisted her other nipple making her scream louder from the unpleasant pain. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" Annasalia cried. She barely noticed her dress being raised as the succubus moved her hands along the flesh of her breasts, letting her reddish nipples now relax. The feel of her nipples pressed against her own felt..different than having hands on them. When she questioned Annasalia she just shook her head, refusing to reply, but her body had different ideas than what her mind wanted.

The succubus fondled the side of Annasalia's breasts, moving them against her own, making their erect nipples prod against each other. "Are you really being honest with me?" The succubus asked her, lightly dropping her right hand down from where it was placed against the girl's breast. Her hand made its way to the skirt of Annasalia's dress, where she promptly lifted it up and stuck her hand beneath it. Her hand made its way to Annasalia's pussy, lightly feeling her silky folds. "How cute...you're actually getting much more excited than you let on. Such a dirty girl." The succubus said, dropping both of her arms so she could lift up Annasalia's skirt. She lifted up the girl's skirt until her pussy was completely exposed, where the succubus then placed her own silky lips against hers. Their nether regions made contact in sensual lust, the succubus' own wetness making contact with Annasalia's.

The incubus decided to join in, although in his own way. He lifted up the back part of her skirt, exposing her round, firm ass to him. He then placed his hard erection between the cheeks of her rear, softly grinding it against her so she could feel every inch of his large, wide length. His hands then found her legs, where he lifted them up forward so that they were wrapped around the succubus' waist. It's no surprise that she would fight, so he made sure to hold her firmly enough so that she could not move from the dirty position they put her in.

"I don't know what you did to her, General Zek'Aram. But for an experienced one, she's loving this!" The succubus said, directing her words towards Zek'Aram. She moved her hips against Annasalia, making her wet womanhood move along Annasalia's. The incubus continued to move his cock along her rear. At one point, the tip of his cock kissed the bottom of her pussy, but quickly withdrew, teasing her ever so slightly.

Zek'Aram truly enjoyed this whole display. A devious grin adorned his face the entire time, watching his minions taste his trophy. Seeing her in such torment from their advances...it pleased him so.

Annasalia was squirming, whimpering as they toyed with her body. "Stop! Please! Stop!" Annasalia's muscles were tense, she couldn't relax with the way she had one behind her pinning her in the middle of the other one. Zek-Aram was just watching, amused by the display and her struggling. The feel of a woman's hand on her flesh felt so differently then when a man's rough fingers touched her. Still the feel of the succubus's hand on her pussy made Annasalia cry in protest, by the way she was moving to try to break free -though stopped short of it by the end of the leash- it looked as though she was doing a little dance. Her back pressed firmly against the Incubus's chest as the woman in front of her touched her in places she had given no such permission. Annasalia's hands found the woman's shoulder trying to push her away from her body as her hips locked with Annasalia's own. The feel of her wet lips against Annasalia's was..she couldn't really describe it in her head, she just knew this was not what she wanted at that moment.

Her right hand smacked against the Incubus as he started to join into the act and lifted her leg. She tried to slip it down the woman's leg not wanting it up, but he seemed to hold it in place as they both toyed with her. She jumped when she felt the tip of him touch her pussy's entrance. She flailed her hands, like a little kid might do when seeing a bug for the first time. Annasalia's face was twisted in distress, she was freaking out.

The two demons reveled in Annasalia's protests. Though she was struggling against them with such fervor, they never relented in their sexual torment of her body. Zek'Aram too was enjoying the display. The way she struggled against their touch made it all more enjoyable for him. She was trying her best to get out of the situation she was in, but to no avail. The demons were stronger than she was and no doubt she was enjoying the attention...or was she?

Zek'Aram thought he broke her a lot more, that she'd be more docile than she was acting. She was much more resistant towards his minions than she was towards him earlier that day. Perhaps there was still much more fight in her than he knew.

With this thought, he decided to stop his minions from toying with her. "Play time's over." He said, earning the attention of his two demons. "Leave her be, it is time we talk business." He commanded them, motioning them over to him. The succubus let her go, removing her hands from Annasalia's breasts, as well as moving her hips away. The incubus followed suit, placing her feet back on the ground and pulling his cock away from where it was placed against her ass. The two of them obeyed their master, leaving her there with her dress messily worn and walked up to Zek'Aram, kneeling before him.

"We thank you for the treat, General Zek'Aram. Although she is nothing compared to you." The succubus spoke, her voice filled with seduction.

"You have taste for only the best, General Zek'Aram. I would love to watch you...tame her, if the moment presents itself." The incubus added, his voice more directed towards Annasalia than Zek'Aram himself.

A sinister grin graced Zek'Aram's lips, hearing such praises from his two demons of seduction. Maybe at a later point, he will allow them both to witness him taking her. But for now, he would rather get his plans started before Lucifer's wrath falls upon him and the rest of them.

"I need you two to corrupt the minds of the humans we have locked up in the prison." Zek'Aram said, getting straight to the point, "Make sure they obey us...and make sure they understand to search every inch for the Artifact at the settlements we assign them to." He concluded, his tone commanding.

The two demons seemed to understand his words, as they too knew the weight of their reason being in the human realm. Both gave their master a nod, then proceeded out of the throne room to go about their assignments. Before they left however, they both cast Annasalia lascivious looks, as if taunting her.

Now that he was alone with Annasalia once again, Zek'Aram roughly pulled on the chain, getting Annasalia closer to him. He pulled her so she was just before him and placed a hand on her chin, lifting her head up so she faced him. "How did you enjoy the company of my minions, little girl." He questioned her, his glowing yellow eyes fixated upon her golden ones.

Annasalia was thankful when he made them stop. When her feet was on the ground she grabbed the dress, covering herself up before scrambling to go behind his throne chair to hide. She pulled down the dress to cover her bare ass before trying to move to wrap the neck piece back in place.

They were talking now, thanking him for the treat. Although the succubus seemed more interested in him than her and Annasalia let out a sigh of relief at that. All too soon though. The incubus mentioned watching Zek-Aram taking her, wanted to no doubt view in and she tensed at the thought.

As quickly as they had come, they leaved on his command. She thought, he would let her be again after she had just fixed her dress. Annasalia moved her hair, letting it cover her clothed breasts as she sat down. Just in time to tug on the leash. The leash caught onto the corner of his chair. She choked grabbing the leash as she scrambled to the side, her feet sliding as he pulled her towards him. The next tug sent her to her knees in front of him, gasping for air as his hand went to her chin and forced her to look at him. Annasalia struggled, not in the best of moods at the moment. Still he looked a her with those eyes, a smile lingering behind them as he questioned her.

"I hated it! Let me go!" Annasalia tugged on the leash, her hands still firmly wrapped around the chain. Her eyes were closed, face trying to turn away from him. Clearly Annasalia was upset.

Zek'Aram noticed now that her resistance was clearly still alive. As much as he thought she was finished and ready to relent to him, she showed him that she was still willing to stand against his every effort to break her. Such willpower was commendable. In the past, many human girls that he came across were easily broken. He would have to give her more "special" attention in order to bend her to his will.

He decided not to use any force against her this time, instead he chose to slowly coax her into submission. Whether it was going to be effective or not, he will soon find out.

He took her words in consideration, listening intently to her as she answered him. Slowly, he let go of her chin, seating himself back against the throne. He kept the chain of her leash close enough so she would not have much room to move away from him. "And where will you go if I did let you go, little girl." He replied to her. His voice was softer this time, almost comforting if she were to believe his tone. "There is not a single inch of land within miles of the Obsidian Spire that are inhabited by your kind. You are in the heart of my domain in this realm." He said, leaning to the side against his left hand. "You should accept your place by my side, little one...Give into your deepest and darkest desires." His tone got darker as he said this, locking his eyes upon hers. "Only I will truly appreciate you in this world...Your family has probably declared you dead by now, and any mortal man who wishes to court you will throw you aside the moment they had their way with you...I on the other hand." He paused, leaning forward towards her once more and reaching his right hand out to lightly caress his index finger against her cheek, "You are the most beautiful creature to grace this realm. And I will ensure no harm comes to you and submit you to pleasures beyond your wildest imaginations." It was unclear whether his words were truly genuine, but his tone remained dark with a sense of consolation behind them.

Annasalia huffed as his hand went back from her chin and he slid back in his chair. Still he held onto the leash, keeping her close and not giving her room to move around freely like she had been a few moments ago. When he asked where she would go, Annasalia tilted her head up and pursed her lips. "Home." Was the first word that had popped into her mind and slipped out of her lips. Her eyes fell afterwards, scanning the cold stone of the floor. The floor was solid, smooth like marble, but she could tell that it was not such a thing. One of her hands went down, running over the slick flooring.

She heard the tone of his voice change, as if in a way to say he would be gentle with her. The way he described the land made her shoulders slump. There had to be people still on the mainland alive. The mainland was so vast and large, so she had heard. Then again, there had to more lands in the world than just the isles she grew up on and the mainland she was now trapped on. Annasalia had listened to so many smugglers tell stories of their homelands far across the sea from the mainland. She had wanted to visit them, to explore them..just like she had wanted to come here and explore the mainland before the demons devoured it all. That had been foolish and now she wished she had been less rebellious to her family. They were probably mourning her, thinking her long dead as he said.

The red hair that had been on her shoulders moved to cover her face from him as she traced a design on the floor. Something she did without much thought as her mind wondered. Only hearing every other few words he spoke to her, refusing to listen until his hand moved and caressed her cheek. She looked up at him, with a questioning and pained gaze. He was speaking of men throwing her away, of him wanting to keep her and appreciate her for her beauty. Annasalia was in no mood for it.

She smacked his hand on her cheek away. "You are a liar! A rotten liar! All you want is to take over the people of this land and spread your death far and wide!" Annasalia was angry, shaking and screaming at him as tears reached her eyes. Her hand smacked into the ground as she screamed, her voice echoing through the throne room as she glared at him. "You wouldn't know how not to harm anything that you think is beautiful." She was spiteful, hateful at this moment. No doubt frightened from the realization of where she was, what was happening around her, and having no such freedom to do anything about it.

Zek'Aram moved his hand away from her when she smacked it away. This girl had much more fight in her than he originally anticipated. It seemed the fight within her only seemed to grow within these past few moments, not once dying. Coaxing her may not be the best idea like he thought. Instead of falling for his consolation, she chose to fight against it. Most human girls that he found in distress searched for consolation of any kind, easily falling for that kind of manipulation. This girl however...she seemed to know exactly what he was and accepted that fact. Then again, she has seen more about the inner workings of demon society more than any other mortal has.

Breaking her will be a much more enjoyable activity than he thought, knowing full well that she was willing to resist him until the very end. Not only that, he enjoyed the sight of her resistance. She stood defiantly against him, her face filled with emotional anger and hatred, speaking words filled with truth. It was true that weak creatures, such as the mortal humans, deserved to be held beneath the feet of the demons or bent to their will.

"You should feel lucky, little girl." He grunted, his voice losing its consoling tone, replaced by one more dark and sinister. "I have spared no mortals in the past. For you, I made an exception. The world out there will devour you whole. Here, you are safe with me..." He leaned back against his throne as he said this, with his gaze still fixed upon her, "I have not lay an harm upon you...such a beautiful creature like you deserves to be by my side." He grinned, the same devilish grin he has been showing her, before continuing his last words, "At my finger tips."

She was crying now in her frustration, watching him as he spoke. This creature seemed so intent on trying to coax her into believing this lie. That he would keep her safe, make her feel welcome, show her kindness that others of her kind could not. How did he think such a thing? How could he? Demons could not feel love. They felt lust, rage, pleasure. So the popular belief was, though many humans had never been this close to a demon and lived to tell about. Nor had they been able to speak to one, to have it hold an intelligent conversation with one. Although this was not much of one.

This place was no place for a human. Despite the darkness Annasalia had wrapped herself, the darkness in this place made her felt isolated, hopeless. Though Annasalia was quite good at hiding the fact she felt hopeless. There had to be some upside to this. Someone had to be searching for her and the others. There must have been some resistance out there, but for now it felt like there was nothing but misery. She was on a leash! Like a pet dog might be in the city.

Her brows furrowed as he told her she should feel lucky. She shook her head, wiping the tears off her face with her arm. There it was, the slip in his tone. This must have been exhausting for any sort of demon, trying to mimic a human's empathy. "How would you know that?" She was screaming again, hands turning to fists, rage boiling. "You don't know anything but death and destruction! You wouldn't know anything out people! Not all of them are so terrible!"

She turned her back to him, smacking the ground again at his last words. Annasalia was quiet besides that, she had nothing else she could manage to form words to as she tried to keep her face dry.

"They are weak." He said simply in reply to her words. It was not clear whether she heard him or not, since she turned away from him. He could feel the anger, frustration, and distress within her growing with each passing moment, placing a sinister grin on his face. Her tears were also sweet to him, seeing her feeling so hopeless to the point where she had no where to turn to but the deep crevices of her mind. Even there, she would not be safe. The day will come where her entire being will belong to him, then she would not be able to escape.

He decided not to torment her in this way anymore. As enjoyable as it was, he felt that if he continued to push her further in this direction, her hatred for him would grow to the point where she would be willing to kill herself just to escape him. That, he could not have. A prize like her needs to be kept and appreciated.

"I know more than death and destruction...little girl." He stood up from his throne and lifted her up from the ground. Most likely she will put up a large resistance against him, but he ignored past it and held onto her tightly, giving her no room to escape. He carried her and ascended the tower, taking her to the lavish room from when she woke earlier today.

He threw her against the bed, making sure not to handle her forcefully enough to hurt her, but just enough to shock her and let her know her place. "I know beauty..." He said to her, slowly approaching her. Before she had a chance to escape him, he had her cornered against the bed; his large form making it difficult for her to maneuver around him. He then softly caressed her cheek like before with his finger. In this brief moment, he was affectionate with her. After handling her so roughly, it was surprising. His hand then slowly opened and caressed her face.

"I know...lust..." His sinister grin returned, as his hands quickly traced along her neckline and gripped onto the neck of the dress. Forcefully, he ripped the garment from her body and tossed its tattered remains behind him, leaving her body nude before him, with the exception of the collar braced around her neck. His eyes briefly wandered across her body, elated to see her nude form before him once again. "How does it feel, having your body displayed before me again." He questioned her, pausing a moment before continuing. "You've yearned for it...that is something you cannot deny, little girl."

His hands then grasped each of her wrists, positioning them above her head and pinned her against the bed. He lowered his face towards her, his tongue protruding from his mouth, as it lightly lapped across the surface of her neck, then slowly made its way up her neckline and to her cheeks. He gave her lips a soft lick, before withdrawing it back into his mouth. "I also know...love." He said to her, his breath running across the side of her neck as he said this, lowering his face even further down towards her. "And the story of our love...is just beginning." He grinned devilishly, planting a lustful, intimate kiss on her lips.

Annasalia was sitting on the top steps to his throne, examining the doors as she thought about things. Or at least she tried to. Her face was red, her eyes red, and she was trying to keep her face dry although failing at it miserably. She had been plotting her escape when she had first woken up. Now she was chained to him, and his minions were watching her willing to follow his orders to bring her back to him if she was caught wandering without him. There was no way around it, he seemed to want to keep her as long as she lived, or so it seemed.

She looked up when the chain tugged from him standing. The act forced her to move, preparing to get to her own feet only to find him scooping down towards her. "No!" Her feet moved, scampering away from him as he picked her up. She smacked him and flailed, not in the mood to be moved around like some toy. He gave her no room to squirm away, she was pressed into his arms as he started to move through the large throne room to the set of spiral stairs and upwards. Perhaps he was going to shut her in the room while he did other things, leave her be like she wanted to be.

The breath was knocked out of her lungs when she was thrown against the bed. Annasalia moved, clawing to get away, twisting and pressing her back against the headboard of the bed. She was watching him, expecting him to undo the collar and let her have peace. Instead he approached her and caused every muscle in her body to tense. "You know nothing of beauty!" She tried to move off the bed, but he trapped her against it. Annasalia tried to find a way around him with her small frame but there was no opening, he was blocking all the exists.She pressed her cheek against the board, closing her eyes and preparing for the worst. Instead, he was gentle as he touched her, causing her to open her eyes to look at him.

In that brief moment she had relaxed. She should have remained tensed. Easily he found her dress and tore it from her body causing her to scream in surprise, both from the feel and the sound. Her arms moved, covering her breasts, her hands were gripping one another under her chin, her legs crossed to cover herself. "No! Leave me alone!" Annasalia pressed herself against the headboard as much as she could now. Though, he was far from done tormenting her.

She cried when he pulled at her wrists and forced them above her head exposing her breasts. Annasalia kicked her legs, crying in distress. "Stop it! Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!" The feel of his tongue against her skin was unpleasant in this moment. Annasalia was glaring at him as he licked her lips, her eyes were still puffy and her brows were straining in their distress. Before she could speak in protest, he was kissing her. She struggled, pulling at her arms, pressing her knees against her chest as she cried against his lips. Their love was only just beginning? Demons felt love?

Zek'Aram pressed his body further against hers, still keeping her arms above her head against the headboard. He then deepened their kiss, having his tongue enter her mouth when she cried out. He tenderly lapped his tongue against hers, taking her into a dance of desire and lust. In this moment she was clearly angry with him, being taken against her will.

Despite her protests, he wanted her to surrender to him. She had to realize sooner or later that she had no way out of this predicament. Annasalia belonged to him, just like this: naked, helpless, and manipulated to his will.

Slowly, he let go of her wrists and placed his hands against her knees. He then spread them apart so that they now wrapped around his waist, as he invaded her nether region by lowering his pelvis against it. The two of them lay against each other in intimacy, with her protesting against his advances and him continuing to force himself upon her.

Once he finished moving her legs out of the way, he grasped onto her arms near her shoulders, and slowly pulled away from their kiss, letting his tongue slowly slide out of her mouth in a teasing manner. "I know beauty, little one. You are the definition of beauty." He said to her, responding to her claim that he knew nothing of beauty. "You belong with me; your body, heart, and soul. There is little you can do to resist the desires you feel when we're close." He grinned after saying this, lowering himself once more as he began to send kisses along the surface of her neck.

His chest pressed against her bare breasts as he deepened the kiss. Naturally her eyes closed as she squirmed and protested more espite his tongue being her mouth. Her tongue reacted on it's own as he played with his. It licked at his, tasted it, enjoyed the affection he gave her as angry as she was with him. She still struggled against the hand that held her own above her head. He was trying to force her to enjoy this, and her body wanted to too, but her mind was furious with him.

When he let go of her wrists, slowly of course, her left hand wiggled free first, then her right. Annasalia placed them on his chest pushing for him to get off her. She cried when she felt his hands on her knees pulling them apart. Trying her best to stop him was worthless, he was bigger than her, stronger than her and easily pulled and pushed her body any way he pleased. Feeling him press his pelvis into her was something she had felt before, but in this position it was all the more intriguing to her personal space.

Now her legs were on either side of his hips. Her hands now were her only line of defence, but the action was as pointless as always. Still he grasped her and slowly slide his tongue out of her mouth, her eyes were open glaring at him in anger. "I will never belong to you!" Annasalia was being spiteful but he was only making her angrier with his treatment. She wanted to be left alone not be played with at this moment. Still he pushed at her, trying to break her and she pushed back with her stubbornness. The grin he sent her made her body involuntarily shutter. He moved, kissing the flesh of her neck and making her tense as she squirmed under him. The motion made her hips move against his, though this was not her intention. Still he continued and she pushed at him. "Stop it! Why can't you leave me alone!"

Zek'Aram continued to send hot kisses along her nip, occasionally giving her a small nibble against her flesh. He felt her struggle beneath his weight and against his touch, except she seemed to be receiving him much more...lustfully. Her screams told him that she did not enjoy him violating her, but her body gave a different response. The way her body moved against him told him that she wanted more, yearning more for his touch.

He was not one to disappoint his beautiful prize. His lust for her grew with each passing moment of her agony and resistance, along with each taste he had of her soft, flawless skin. He ran his tongue down along her neck, making his way down her chest until he got to her breasts. Now, he let go of her hands, eager to see how she'd react against him. Both of his hands rested against her hips, lightly massaging them, as he softly ran his teeth against her right nipple.

He was gentle with her, massaging her nipple with the surface of his teeth. Her body was definitely enjoying this, telling by the way she moved her hips against his. A small grin appeared on his lips, as he continued to run his teeth against her nipple. He then paused for a moment and spoke to her. "You don't want to be left alone. Deep down...this is what you desire." His breath crawled across her nipple, wet with his saliva, and her breast. After saying this, he softly grinded his pelvis against her exposed womanhood, letting her feel a large erection hidden beneath his legplates.

He then roughly gnawed against her nipple, while raising his left hand up to give her other nipple a good pinch. The whole time he did this, he had his pelvis firmly pressed against her sex. No matter how much she resisted against him, her body belonged to him. There was no one who could save her from him, and even if someone did...her sexual lust would only call out to him and him alone.

Annasalia was not sure what he was doing at first. She squirmed against him as he moved, gentle with his lips against her soft flesh. Then his lips moved lower as he let go of her flailing wrists. The feel of his hands grabbing her thighs made the muscles tense, her hands moved to push his face away as his teeth found her exposed erect nipple. The feel made her freeze, afraid he might do something to harm her. Instead the way he moved his teeth against the nipple made a spark thrum through her core and shiver.

Her fingers were gripping the flesh of his shoulders, forgetting for the moment to fight him. Annasalia shuttered at the flesh of him nibbling on the sensitive nub of her nipple. ''Wha! D-Don't do that!" Her mind was losing focus, though she knew she was still angry. All up until he started moving his hips against her own, making her forget all the more why she wanted him off her. Her pussy was still moist from earlier and now..it was worse with the way he was touching her. Then he spoke, and the feel of his hot breath mixing with the saliva on her nipple made a soft groan leave her lips.

The feel of him gnawing roughly made her cry out and squirm all the more, at least for a while. The longer he did it, with his hips pressed against her own, her resistance faltered. More proof that he had already tainted her body in a way she could never get back. He was stealing her innocence, and as much as Annasalia tried to put up a fight about it there was little she could do. Still, every now and then between the heavy breathing she regained her thoughts and began pushing on him, although weaker at this point.

Zek'Aram grinned, the cries of pleasure escaping from her music to his ears. It was clear to him that she was enjoying this. She must have felt very confused: her mind told her that this was all wrong, while her body begged for release. He wanted to give her nothing more than her deepest desires. This pleasure that she felt was only just the tip of what he could give her, and he planned to give her much more.

He lightly lifted himself up, moving his right hand from where it rested at the side of her hip, all the way to her silky lips. He ran his finger along her slit, finding it very wet. She was a lot more stimulated than he thought. It looked to him like her body was already willing to accept his touch. The aggressive front that she put up against him was just to hide the shame...the shame of her growing dark desires for him.

After feeling her wet pussy lips, he lifted himself up from her, seating himself up. His eyes gazed down at her face, reveling in the frustrated pleasure she felt at his hands. "This is not enough for you...is it?" He asked her, his finger lightly running along her sensitive clit. "You want more...There is nothing you can do to escape this darkness, little girl." His voice was dark, taunting, yet welcoming, as if coaxing her once more to give herself to him.

He then stopped playing with her clit and moved his hand along her inner thighs. With both of his hands, he grabbed each of her legs and lifted her hips up. Her wet sex was now in plain view of him, as he looked upon her with lust. "Feel my love for you, little girl. Give into your desires for me." He said to her, his tone dark and commanding. He lowered himself closer to her hungering nether region and let his tongue rest against her wet lips, tasting her lust. She tasted sweet; sweeter than the sweetest ambrosia he ever tasted, and he wanted more. The rough texture of his tongue continued to lap across her womanhood slowly, traveling up her slit and to her clit, reveling in the sweetness of her growing lust.

Annasalia's eyes were open, she was watching him as he moved himself against her, tormented her nipple. Her brain was screaming softly how wrong this was, how she shouldn't be feeling like this, letting her body respond like this. Still, the fact that he had gotten her off for her first time ever made the hormones in her body scream for more. Not just to get off, but to have him be the one to do it. So lewd that he boy craved him when all she really wanted to do was scream and push him out of the room. That was all but forgotten in this moment.

Her face followed him as he sat up. Her head tilted back, mouth parted in awe at his sinister grin. Her cheeks were red embarrassed as he looked at her. Her face fell from looking at his as his fingers dragged against her drenched slit. Her legs shook at the small motion, fingers curling. Her body was anticipating his touch, craving and calling for it, but she was still trying to remember she was angry that she was not in the mood for this mentally.

Annasalia looked at him as he fully moved into a sitting up position. He towered over her small frame in even in this position. Her hands had moved to his chest, pressing against him as he stared at her. Her right leg picked up, kicking into the air as he touched her sensitive nub making her gasp in surprise. "S-Shut up! I..I'm mad!" She was trying her best to resist but her body was faltering. What did she want? She could not really think straight.

She cried in surprise when he lifted her legs up, forcing her head to fall down on the bed, hitting the pillow as she squirmed. This was odd. But was it worse than the other ways he had taunted her sexually? Still, she squirmed trying to sit back up, but he kept her like this. Her breasts had moved up, showing more of her underboob as he had view of her most intimate parts. Annasalia was beyond embarrassed, he had taken this embarrassment to a whole nother level. "Stop! Don't look there!" Annasalia was pleading. When he talked about love, she froze, her brows raising in confusion. Love for her? Was he..in love with her? That soon? Then again, what was love? She had never been in it, not so much as cared to look at another person with tha type of interest. Then she watched, as if in slow motion as his face lowered to her slit. Annasalia flailed her arms. He shouldn't have been! That wasn't the place for his face to be! Then the feel of his rough tongue came across her most sensitive spots. Annasalia moaned, shivering and shaking in surprise. This feeling was so much different then when he was just touching her with his fingers and Annasalia did not know how to respond, and she really couldn't. Instead her body did the talking. As much as she wanted to be angry at him, the feel of his tongue had made her mind go blank. Annasalia's hands feel by her face, ending there flailing as her body squirmed and she panted when he licked her.

His tongue continued its slow movement along her wet slit. As he did this, he noticed she became a lot more docile. She wasn't flailing her arms anymore, nor was she violently protesting against the way he was violating her. In fact, he could hear her dirty, lustful moans increased with each time his rough tongue felt her soft, wet, silky lips. Tasting her seemed to be effective in making her submissive to him.

He moved his tongue up her slit until he found her clit, slowly lapping it across her sensitive space. The taste of her desire invigorating him. Each time he lapped his tongue across her virgin sex seemed to illicit more lustful responses from her. He was confident that she won't be resisting him anymore, as he now looked to bring upon her an even more powerful orgasm than the one he first gave her.

Without warning, his tongue began to rapidly lap across the silky lips of her wet, sensitive sex. He had no thoughts of letting up, tasting her desires each time he moved his tongue across her nether region. The sweet taste of her womanhood was one thing, but what he reveled in more was her surrender. He could taste her lust grow with each moment that passed of their unholy activity. Zek'Aram slowly showed her the way to her dark desires, there was no way she would go back after he tasted her body release from her pent up frustrations from the day.

Annasalia's head was tilting back. She couldn't think, she couldn't stop her body from reacting. It was both terrible and wonderful. She was whining, trying still to fight the feeling of it, but the pleasure of a simple lick was him was more than enough to make her shudder. Her hands were up by her face, she was defenseless at this point. He seemed to grasp that, taking advantage of the fact her body was surrendering despite her anger.

Her toes were curling, muscles already tensing. It seemed like her body's anger was making this all the more pleasurable, though the feeling of her muscles starting to tense was still frightening to her. When his tongue hit her clit, Annasalia was squirming, moaning and whimpering loudly from the affection. Her fingers made a fist each time her body tensed and relaxed, easily building itself into a release. Sweat was already starting to form on her skin as she moved around. She had been so close earlier, than angered by his minions and him, now he was giving her something more than she had wanted at that moment, but her body was more than happy with it. She couldn't stop herself when her body started to shake, her stomach arching, head moving back as she moaned and cried at the feel of a release, one that seemed to last a lot longer than the first time.

Zek'Aram reveled in her release. He continued to lap his tongue against her pulsing womanhood, planning on prolonging her orgasm. He hungrily tasted her nectar, taking in the sweet scent of her sed as well from her forced pleasure. This was the second orgasm that she had by his hands. Even if her mind protested what he did to her, hated what he did to her, her body more than willingly revealed her true nature. She belonged to him, she wanted him, and he knew that deep down she craved his touch, almost as much as he did. His lust for her was insatiable.

He slowly withdrew his tongue from her sensitive, pulsing, wet sex, and laid her body back down against the bed. No doubt she was feeling the afterglow of her orgasm now. His lust for her told him to continue torturing her sensitive pussy, bringing her to further heights of pleasure, but he decided against it. For now he'll let her rest a bit. It would not be beneficial for him if he pushed her too far.

He then lowered himself on the bed, laying himself next to her. His arms wrapped around her small frame, as he held her back against his chest. "How did it feel, little one. Your body seemed eager for release...I was kind enough to give it to you." He lowered himself, whispering in her ear and allowing his breath to run along the surface of her flesh. "You belong to me...my trophy, my whore, my..." He paused for a moment, saying the next word slowly, "...Love." He gave her a soft kiss on her neck after saying this.

Annasalia's brain completely shut down during her orgasm. She was crying in pleasure, body convulsing and even after her mind refused to work. He could have pushed her body further if he wanted to. He could have taken advantage of her at that moment when she was coming down from her high, but he didn't. She was panting, gasping for air as sweat rolled down her face, her muscles slowly relaxing themselves.

Black dots were blinding her as she stared at the headboard of the bed. Her lips were parted with her panting, her muscles twitching every now and then as he slowly placed her on the bed. Annasalia wasn't moving, wasn't fighting. To be honest she had no idea where she was or that he was there at that moment. She was completely and utterly out of it.

She stayed laying on her back as he laid down next to her, cuddling up and holding her with one of his arms. He trapped her there but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were blinking, slowly her mind started working again. She could hear herself panting, her heart thumping in her chest as his face was pressed against her neck. Her vision was still splotchy, but she heard his every..word. The last one caught her by surprise. "Love?" Annasalia couldn't really make any sense of a sentence in her brain, that one word was all she could seem to get out at that moment.

Zek'Aram continued to send kisses down her neck affectionately. His right hand slipped beneath her, lightly rising up and wrapped around both of her ample breasts, while his left hand draped over her, placing itself against her nether region. He held her close against him, not necessarily in a way that was intrusive to her, but more in an intimate way.

He lay there holding her for a time, sending kisses along her neck. She seemed to be surprised by how he spoke to her, much more soft than he usually did. He sensed that she was not familiar with the feeling, the concept of love. Most likely she was still coping with what the feeling meant and how it coincided with the desires he gave her. Toying with her mind in such a way...this was perfect.

He softly nibbled against the flesh of her neck, before placing himself against her ear. "Love...lust...it's all the same." He whispered to her. His left hand slid a finger between her still wet, sensitive, silky lips, softly running along it. "You have no need to question my intentions, for I believe I made them clear to you, little one." He whispered to her again, giving her ear a soft nibble. "Surrender yourself to me...How much more need I tell you that I can give you more of these pleasures."

Annasalia wasn't squirming, she wasn't fighting or pushing him away when he moved his arms around her holding her like this. He was being affectionate, kissing her neck and making her squirm slightly. Her legs were closed as she slowly caught her breath and got ahold of herself.

Blinking, she realized she couldn't move away from him if she wanted to, but for this moment Annasalia was alright with being close to him like this. Her face turned, looking at him with her rosy cheeks. Still his face was at her ear, whispering and nibbling and making her..giggle.

The feel of his finger moving across her slit made her tense, but she relaxed when his finger stopped. She was blushing, looking at him as he spoke. "Lust and love isn't the same..I know that much." Annasalia knew a little, her mother and father had lectured her enough about this. Still him talking to her like this brought up questions. "You want me as a plaything." Annasalia voiced what she thought. That's what he had meant, right? His intentions with her to make her his plaything. "Pleasure?...That's all I'm here for then?" Annasalia squirmed in his hold. "I don't want to be anyone's plaything."

The way Annasalia spoke to him told him that even now she was unwilling to relent. Her body told him about her deep, dark desires for his touch. But her mind was still her own. She would not give her whole being to him. More...coaxing was required it seemed. At least she was calm for the moment, not spiteful or hateful towards him like before.

"You'll be more than my plaything, little one." He said to her, still keeping to his soft tone. His left hand softly caressed her inner thighs affectionately, as his eyes locked onto hers. "I will give you pleasures beyond your wildest imaginations, that is true. But I will also hold you higher than anyone can possibly comprehend." He repeated once again, planting a soft kiss on her cheek as he said this. "The most beautiful creature within the mortal realm like you deserves more than love and pleasure. You deserve a true sense of appreciation...one that no other being in the world can give you..." He paused, lowering his face closer to her ear as he spoke his last words, "But me..." He then gave her ear a soft lick, before laying back to face her once more.

He could not deny that even in this moment his lust grew for her. All demons had insatiable lust, but his lust for her was overwhelming. He could not remember a time when he lusted after another being as much as he did her. This mortal girl...he did not even know her name, but he had her in his grasp. One way or another, he will make her his. After he does, he will give her the eternal life she requires so that she could remain by his side forever...

"Deep down, you know you want this too...don't you, little one." He softly whispered to her.

She was staring into his eyes, she didn't know why they seemed so captivating in that moment. He was being gentle with her, talking to her like she might one of her friends. The small thought made her miss home, her family, the sounds and smells of the city. Still, she was pulled back into reality when he spoke once more. More than his plaything he was telling her and she watched how how his face moved and tugged when he spoke. He was so menacing in his stature but yet he was so kind in ways she would never admit.

The feeling of him caressing her inner thighs made her giggle every now and then, she couldn't help it. The feel of him kissing her cheek affectionately was something else as well and Annasalia let out a soft sigh of approval. Maybe perhaps him making her orgasm was playing a higher hold over her then she realized. Then he spoke in such a way Annasalia could barely hold herself back.

She moved her face after he licked her ear, placing her forehead against his. One of her hands moved, her arm laying over his as she placed her palm against the flesh of his face, stroking it. Deep down she did always want this, love. It was just hard for her to grasp it, to be thrown into it with something she had grown up learning to hate. Still, after the blissfulness he had given her just moments again Annasalia couldn't really care to think about that. She moved, closing her eyes and pressing her lips against his firmly. That was how he kissed her, wasn't it?