The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

To say that Raelynn expected for Deathwing to go ahead and reject her added terms was incorrect, but she certainly didn't expect the way that he just went along seemingly good-natured with that infamous smile of his. Might it be that he enjoyed calling someone lover no matter the primal way he said he liked otherwise? For her at least, it felt better than calling someone otherwise; lover made it sound as if they were equals, and as once, Kaleb almost was her lover too - now, it was a demon lord who asserted dominance over her. Better something than nothing at least, she supposed...

What Raelynn definitely didn't expect was for the demon to pull her forward, almost lurching her off balance, only to meet his lips once again. Those hot, sensual lips that made another ember of lust burn bright inside her for a moment, having Raelynn lean up into his touch and kiss him back while she pressed her body into the hand that ran down her body. But just as quickly, he pulled away, and she squashed that ember as soon as he did, letting out another disgruntled groan at how weary her body just felt. He promised for her to be cleaned and to be rested, and before anything, even feeling the pleasure with her demonic lover, Raelynn wanted those two things first, enough for her to purse her lips and narrow her eyes at him.

She already had another retort on her lips when Deathwing spoke again, that velvet almost mocking tone that was so different than when he pushed into her, rough and rumbling deep in his chest. This one, Raelynn supposed that he was teasing her, and she was half-tempted to just guide herself and prove... What? The demon lord already knew that she was assertive, bold, and brash, enough to impress him as it was, so what would stumbling around in her current condition do but make a mockery of herself? No one would make a fool of her, and not especially not by her own stupidity either. So she gazed back at him in determination, realizing that none of the red fire had went out of his eyes and that the thick pillar was still hard, obviously pointing upwards and ready for her. A shred of doubt crept into Raelynn's mind; would Deathwing actually let her rest at all?

"Unless you want me to pass out and be in worse conditions, lead on, lover," she mockingly teased back, shrugging as if everything was playing to her advantage. No sense in letting herself look weak while there were so many eyes watching them right now as Raelynn simply crossed her arms again under her soaked breasts, tilting her head upwards and waiting for Deathwing to start walking. She could still stand, still walk a bit; just not for long, but for now, with arms around her lean torso as if she was holding herself together, Raelynn could still handle herself. All she wanted to do was to clean up and relax now...

Lead on, lover? Azondious looked to his new human, again finding that he'd had something of a choice laid out for him. Clearly Raelynn expected for him to be her guide, to take her into his chambers and show her the bath. There was that simple explanation in her voice. "I didn't say that I would be the one to do so," he replied, his tone slightly amused, slightly annoyed. Did this count as a challenge? A large part of him, or at least a part that contained a good amount of his blood at the moment, definitely wanted to do so, to push that unruly face down into the seed and take yet more of his lust from her.

However, the warlord in him also took note in how she moved. The woman was putting on a show: she was struggling to remain upright, likely would have difficulty walking. Something in the way she wrapped her arms around herself seemed to remind him of those who struggled to keep themselves together and upright. So, she was mortal after all, just willfully stubborn. Azondious wasn't even certain that she would be able to walk out of this chamber, despite what that immobile will entailed.

So he saw another chance. "I think I'll take you there, but we can forgo the leading," he said. He moved back then, and reached for Raelynn. His hands again went around her hips, but instead of pulling her up to mount upon his cock (still a temptation even now; the image of himself walking down the halls with her bouncing causing it to surge yet again), he threw her over his shoulder. Quite often people carried captives or wounded this way, their bodies draped over. In this case, it meant that her teasing little rear had been stuck relatively close to Azondious's face. He could look to the side and see the still moving trickle.

For now, he gave that rear a little slap, obviously still teasing. Then he began confidently striding toward where the hall went into his private chambers. Oh, he fully expected Raelynn to protest: the spellblade was nothing if not verbal. There would likely even be struggling. But Raelynn had proven intelligent, and Azondious wagered that she would at least give up knowing she couldn't break his hold, if not outright deduce his true purpose in this rather possessive carry.

For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder if she had calculated him wrong; the way that his cock twitched when he replied back and how the demon seemed mildly more annoyed than before spoke of danger, but just as soon, that moment passed. But before she could react, give him back another barb that she was draining of her reserved energy inside of her, Raelynn couldn't move fast enough to avoid him reaching out and grabbing her. Her legs were barely keeping her upright as it was, so when Deathwing grabbed for her hips, she had thought that once again, she was back in danger; the possessive way he had taken her virginity, pushed her down onto the massive pillar that was his cock... Evidently not, but Raelynn still gave a small strangled yell of protest as she felt herself heave over his broad shoulders with an audible 'oof', staring at the curled equally as colorfully radiant wings of his tucked on his back and the ground behind him.

This was hardly better to be honest, but at least, it was better than anything else that could happen at the moment. This way, Raelynn didn't have to protest about walking or somehow give out on the way, and at least, her exhausted body was given a semblance of a rest as she dangled over his assured frame. Her breasts were pressed into the back of his shoulders though, and the more her demonic lover sped up, the more they bounced and pushed against his plated shoulder among her half-hearted hissed protests. "Right, as if this is any more comfortable," she groaned, still looking down at the wing, only to realize that it was an upside-down version of any wing she had ever seen; what looked like pinions pointing upwards instead of downwards. Like the rest of him, they looked dangerous but magnificent at the same time; jutting and pointed just like his horns, and even though Raelynn had seen them outspread and wrapped around both of their bodies, it was still a sight to gaze up from up close like this.

When she felt the slap to her ass, Raelynn let out another annoyed growl and squirmed slightly; with the demon's eyes unable to see her face, she felt the freedom to roll her eyes and grit her teeth slightly. Of course she knew why he wanted this hold, simply that he could take advantage of being so close to her ass while she was draped helplessly over his shoulder and secured by one of those strong muscular demonic arms of his. Deathwing was cunning indeed, trying to get as much pleasure as he could from her before he had to temporary let her go from his throes, but it did nothing but make her slightly more disgruntled and exhausted than before. In retaliation, she reached down and grabbed the base of the nearest wing, holding it and studiously stroking the armored muscled length of it that led to the brightly colored feathers of the limb.

To be honest, Raelynn was slightly curious about this demon lord; whenever they had encountered someone like him, it was never for a chat about their background, only to fight and destroy them. How did he escape this unscathed from the battle? Get away so far while the rest of his unholy kind fell so brilliantly in the wake of their dark master? And while she watched the dark hallways slide past, bouncing slightly along with his stride, Raelynn turned her head back towards him slightly; all she could see was the side of his head, the towering length of his horn and a glint of his reddened eyes as he was turning towards her ass. Even Raelynn could feel a bit of his seed and her liquid still dripping out of her occasionally; that was going to be the first place she would clean herself, the wet sloshing feeling inside of herself both mildly erotic and uncomfortable at the same time.

"How long are you going to let me rest?" It was a necessary question Raelynn needed to ask; while she had marched for days on minimal rest, the way her body felt now was almost like nothing she had encountered before. She was so exhausted, aching, so much that Raelynn wanted to curl up and sleep for days - as if Deathwing would let her that reprieve even. "And I will need food. I'm still a mortal, you know," she added in, wanting to remind her demonic lover of her limits; in response, her stomach growled just the slightest - something meaty and rich sounded perfect right now to regain her strength.

Somehow, Azondious hadn't considered that those impressive, underutilized breasts would be pressing against his shoulder. His member had jutted between them at one point during their coupling, enough so that the fabric atop her top still bore the remnants of it, and he had pawed at them while they frantically went at one another. Yet he hadn't quite lavished the attention upon them that such magnificent creations truly deserved. Well it wasn't as if they didn't have anything but time. indeed, time for him to get to know every inch of his fine human. His hand had thoroughly enjoyed leaving that slight print of red upon her, enough that he had already determined a repetition would be in order at some point.

Naturally he'd expected retaliation. The comments, the groaning protests. He knew full well that this had to be preferable to walking given how she'd handled herself. It was almost tempting, at least now that they were leaving behind the piercing eyes of his subordinates, to let her attempt to walk on her own to prove his point, but Azondious was fairly certain they both knew that reality. No, what was surprising was the way she gently touched his wing, almost as if curious. His form had been twisted this way to demonstrate his difference from holy beings, from those who were "right" in some form or fashion, as was the case for most of his kind.

His traveling thoughts meant a diminishing of his lust. His member had started to slowly sink back into its more flaccid state, and his eyes had started to dim into a more purplish blue than anything. He could still feel those breasts pressed against him, and a look to the side let him behold one of the most glorious rumps he'd ever seen, complete with drizzling fluid at just the right spot. But they were hardly coupling, or even teasing, for that matter.

"I had considered bathing with you," the demon replied almost absently. "I also know that you require food. I have insisted upon a diet of only my seed for some of those in your position, but I'd rather have you filled with energy than fill the wrong hole. Besides, I think we both know you'll be tasting it one way or the other." He walked a few more feet, taking a turn and heading down, closer to the bowels of his home. The water needed to be lower to be warmer; simple as that, and his spacious baths were nestled further in.

"I'll need to tend to other business," he admitted, looking ahead. "I will give you a few hours or so to bathe and partake in food. someone will escort you to my resting chambers and provide you with clothing and yes," he looked over at her, "I do intend to cover you. I find the human penchant for clothing an entertaining and often arousing one. I'll even commission a variant of the outfit you're currently wearing, with the missing parts restored. Your sword will also be brought to my chamber, where you may rest it as you wish, keeping in mind that we're still bound by oath."

As if Azondious actually expected her to break the oath after what he'd done to her. The hand holding her actually drifted a bit lower, almost absently running along her bared flesh, feeling her buttocks and the area around.

Bathing with her? It wouldn't be the first time someone had bathed with her, but it had been relatively innocent then as they all relaxed in a hot spring after some difficult travelling, letting the stress unwind from their muscles and bodies. Raelynn hardly doubted that bathing with her demonic lover would be anything but innocent, but she couldn't help but lift an eyebrow that he definitely couldn't see from behind him at his statement. Bathing with her... To be honest, if she was going to be spending all this time, Raelynn might as well get to know the demon lord as much as possible - for what, she didn't know besides the obvious answer of getting to know him better past the sex-filled beast that he could so easily embody. However, in situations like this, the demon was actually civil, and while Raelynn always known him to be eloquent beyond most mortals, she wouldn't have called him anything more; after all, he was still insinuating threat and scenes one after another. But from a young age, she had always realized that knowledge was power, and the more power she had in her position with Deathwing would only benefit her in the end.

"Huh. Well, obviously, I'm can't even stop you if that's what you want to do. Bathe with me or not," Raelynn shrugged away from her position over his shoulder, unconsciously leaning over more to attempt to find a more comfortable position and letting her clothed breasts to press even more against his plated armor. It wasn't necessary an invitation, but she wasn't denying Deathwing either - as she said, it was his decision, as lovers would give each other choices as such. But the thought of eating only semen and sperm, even as pleasuring as the demon lord's, was mildly repulsive; Raelynn was a girl who appreciated her food as much as she appreciated her own figure, and often struck a balance between them. "Thanks, but no thanks, I would like to eat more than just your cum," she snorted quietly, shaking her head as she sighed, finally letting her body drape with exhaustion completely over his shoulders as Raelynn could tell they were descending lower and lower; ironically, she thought wryly, into the pits of hell, her personal hell.

Only a few hours; Raelynn knoew that she had to make the most of it. A few hours might be enough to allow her some rest to get the most of the aching exhausting feeling away from her limbs, but she figured that it wouldn't be enough. But the statement about making another set of her exact clothes and having Sappros brought caught her off guard, making her squirm against him slightly as Raelynn turned her head around to stare at the back of the demon's plated head incredulously. "You're just going to waste time on making more clothes for you to pull off?" Raelynn asked with a small huff of a laugh, finding it slightly strange but ultimately, harmless. It didn't matter much to her after all, but the matter about her sword certainly did as now she pulled up a smirk, raising an eyebrow, "Yes, I haven't forgotten. I know. But hopefully, you won't mind that I'll train with Sappros to maintain my body. You'll like me as I am right now, wouldn't you?"

Raelynn assumed that he would, but by now, her confidence was starting to fade just the slightest with the rest of the strength in her body. Perhaps the heroine didn't feel as smug as sensual as she was portraying to Deathwing, the impending feeling of her magic starting to creep back into her mind. But that was something she could mull over when she was away from the demon, not when his hand was touching and groping her once more. Raelynn wiggled again, grunting with the exertion, but enough to slightly tease her body away from his touch for the moment. Absently, she could as she ran her hand further up the curve of his wing to the tip of a blue-tinted 'feather' while she teasingly commented quietly, "You say I'm impatient, but you can be just as impatient as I am at times. Ironic how that happens."

"No, you can't stop me, but I am a demon lord," Azondious rumbled. Purposeful or not, Raelynn's nearly petulant words made Azondious want to simply leave her be. Though her shifting, dragging her breasts against his armor... that swayed his decision slightly. He very much wanted to see her body bared for him. It seemed almost odd to consider, that he had taken her virginity yet had not seen what her breasts looked like outside of their confining leather covering. The thought caused him to let out a slight chuckle.

As did her comment. He let his hand lightly slap her rear. "As you said: You don't have much choice in the matter," he replied. He already knew that he'd be sending meats to her, meats and a good deal of fruits and sweets. As anyone knew, your fluids began to take on the flavorings of what you consumed after all, and as Azondious fully anticipated savoring the taste of Raelynn's sex, he wanted the meal to be a pleasant one. At the same time, he needed to make sure she had energy: a limp fuck wouldn't be nearly as engaging as the more energetic one he'd given her in the room.

The squirming reminded him of that, though he saw her head tilting. "You've clearly never met a male before," the demon drawled at Raelynn's question. Yes, he could have her walk around nude, but it entertained him more to picture her in various garbs of his choosing, or, possibly, of her own. He'd already commissioned several magical outfits that lay in his chambers, all attuned to his own tastes. He could already imagine the pleasures that would lay in wrapping this hard warrior in, say, the silken folds of an Eastern harem girl. It didn't surprise him at all to hear her using his words, insisting upon practice. "Are you fishing for a compliment?" he asked, again tapping her rear with his talons. "Stop and consider this: I could at any time simply take you. I could drop you here and now onto my cock and fuck you into the floor. You've experienced my power, my lust, you know full well that I'm quite capable. Yet we're walking to a bath and I'm granting you a reprieve. I think I need not elaborate further."

He could feel her wiggle, and then her hand on his wings. The teasing comment that came next almost had him chuckling. He shook his head, letting her comment lay where it had been delivered. They were close to his private baths. His feet fell against the stoned floor, following the flickering blue lights that led them ever deeper. Then they reached a room.

The baths hardly looked "private." Several pools cojoined one another in various levels, with the highest seeming to bubble with heat. Steam curled from the top, and the magically charged, clear waters ran down into each pool. The floors had been designed to minimize slipping: well formed tiles of rather expensive quality forming the foundation. Various murals had been placed upon the wall, utilizing multicolored tiles. One would think they would be of grisly scenes, of murder, but one actually showed what appeared to be a demonic party. The various demonic shapes had gathered about tables, often holding goblets or wrapped about one another. Another wall seemed to simply glow with colors, alternating in various dark shades, first a blue, then a sort of purple, fading into a strangely lit black, before fading again.

"You'll find oils and ointments there," Azondious said, pointing toward a rolling table set against one side. there were three: One filled with oils and ointments, one that held devices of a more sensual nature, and one that contained what appeared to be various bathing tools. "Keep in mind that you'll be leaving here and going to my bedchamber. You are no longer caring for your body solely for your benefit. Should you require any ointments for... reasons," he flicked his fingers again at the same tray. "There is also a device," he pointed toward a rounded orb set against the lowest pool. Each had one, dotting just around an edge. "It will allow you to contact servants. Tap it when you wish for food and it will be sent down, should you wish to take your meal here. The waters can be magically controlled, but do not interfere overmuch with their balance."

He looked around for a moment, then made certain to gently set his lover down, making certain she could stand. He took a step back, his arms folded across his impressive chest, his gaze locked onto his body. Despite his almost chattiness about the bath, he fell silent then, his flickering eyes nearly commanding what she had to know would be next: he wanted to see her naked form.

Perhaps they had finally been able to talk back and forth, or as much of a conversation that that happened, that by the time they arrived into the bath, it did not feel that long. To call it a conversation was a bit strange as it was more like stilted lashing from one person to another; Raelynn had never been the best conversationalist without offending someone or making a sarcastic brash remark, and with Deathwing... Her naturally defiant nature and manner of speech obviously didn't sit that well with him as once again, the demon had warned her with threats that hung in the air the rest of the way and stifled any sort of additional comment from either of them. To think that this was his bathing chambers was a little overwhelming; Raelynn couldn't help but let her eyes widen slightly at the sight of the large room. Normally, such a room would be a public bath, with so many pools that had waterfalls down to each other that it could fit so many people in it comfortably. But of course, this was a demon's territory, Deathwing's castle, and of course, he would luxuriate in such opulence. She might have been disgusted with the display with wealth if her body wasn't crying out to be relaxed and warmed by the water, and even by the time that the demon was introducing the functions of the room, Raelynn wasn't really paying that much attention to him.

By sight, she could already tell what he was speaking of, and Raelynn was more nodding distractedly as her eyes were more intent for the water than anything else. Even when Deathwing had lowered her, the heroine's arms slipping from his back to unsteadily wobble on her feet for a moment before she regained her footing again, she was not paying full attention to him... Until Raelynn realized that the demon lord would not be leaving. The gaze he had on her was intense, commanding, and when she reluctantly turned back to him, there was no need for him to say another word. Hadn't Raelynn just left the option open for him to join her in the bath? So she had, and obviously, her clothes would need to come off - sooner than later now.

It was not that Raelynn was in any way modest towards the demon who had just taken her virginity and touched her most intimate part; it was a much more laughable and mundane reason. It was the fact that her outfit was layered and complex, designed to hug directly onto her skin and conform to her every motion; so of course, it would be tight and well-put together so that it could resist being taken off. For anyone else, it would have been uncomfortable, but for Raelynn, after living in it so long, it was practically a second skin - that needed to come off. She stared at him for a moment before sighing, darting her tongue to lick her lips as she bent down to undo her boots and hide another roll of her eyes away from her lover briefly. "Keep on watching, it'll be a bit of time," she warned him, undoing the tightly laced now totally stained boots one and by before placing them aside to stand back up. The way Raelynn felt his eyes on her, she understood that Deathwing would want something interesting, undressing her with his gaze already like any other man would. And lucky for him, that wouldn't be hard at all.

First, it was her armored gloves that came off along with the wolf tail chain around one of her thighs, tossed almost carelessly on top of her boots. With her fingers now freed from the leather, they danced deftly at the hem of her also armored jacket to shrug that off, leaving her in the high-neck mesh top that he had so artfully nearly shredded to pieces when massaging at her breasts. By now, they practically barely covered her skin, but as her fingers continued down, it was the lacing of the bodice and corset that held it all together. A quick glance up at the demon once she pulled the string free found that he was still watching, still as intensely, and most likely, Deathwing would enjoy what came next. The lower part that covered her torso and scandalously exposed her thighs was one piece, and seeing as the demon lord had already ripped through to expose her slit, Raelynn pulled everything down at once with a small wiggle of her thighs. Naturally, she teased her body a little, showing off the curves of her muscular yet shapely figure as the dark leather slipped off to slide down the toned expanse of her legs, then as effortlessly as she had taken the other items off, tossed it along to the wrecked pile on the side. He did promise that he would get her another set now, didn't he?

This left Raelynn simply only in the bra that still covered her large breasts and the dirtied seed-splattered top over it; everything else about her was exposed. "Like what you see?" she asked with an almost curious look in her eyes, placing her hands on either side of her hips, then stepped closer to the demon. This was about as far as she had ever bared her figure to anyone else who would eye it with interest and lust, and to be honest, Raelynn was more curious that embarrassed as to what he would think of her. And yes, she was aware that she was not naked yet, but having him as a passive audience felt... Strange in some way after he had been so active and dominating with everything else they did. So she decided to offer it to him, considering that the demon lord had taken it the first time as well. "Why don't you help me take this off? Come on, and we can bathe together," Raelynn invited him with the same assertive tone as she stood up straighter and closer to him to emphasize her soft breasts even more, the playful smirk dancing at the edge of her lips.

The demon lord kept staring, his gaze unblinking. She'd realized what he wanted, even insisted that it would take time. Azondious simply gestured with one taloned hand, letting her know to go on with it. His gaze didn't waver even as she first bent to deal with her boots. He did have to smile slightly at the almost workmanlike way at which she went about her business. Some women, in her position, would have attempted to seduce him slightly. There were ways of removing even gloves and boots that spoke to sexuality. Yet Raelynn went about it as if she were merely stripping down for a night at an inn. To be sure, clothing sloughed off, and Azondious enjoyed watching as his new lover bared herself bit by bit.

A glance his way, and he nodded his approval. Then the bodice and corset parted. The demon's gaze flickered over her torso, curious as to how many scars she bore upon her skin. For surely a warrior such as herself wouldn't have a flawless shape. It was, however, surprising to confirm just how much of a woman's shape she still possessed. all that hard muscle, and yet she still had that softness. And seeing it certainly caused a reaction in the demon lord. He could feel his member unfurling, swelling up slowly as his eyes drank in the sight. Said eyes flared red at that first drop of the leather, seeming to cool into a sort of purple. The woman still remained partially covered, a serviceable brassiere covering her impressive chest. "I should think that obvious," Azondious replied. His cock twitched, now fully erect yet again.

The woman's stance made him want to grab her and slam her against the wall, fucking that remaining insolence from her, again wresting pleasure from her beautiful body. He noticed her moving forward, offering him a chance to include himself in her little game. The temptation to bathe with this woman, to feel the waters sliding across her skin, rose up within Azondious. He'd built these baths for enjoyment, after all, and he knew what his magics could do. The woman invited him, not simply with the words, but the way she stood, flaunting her femininity as well as her courage.

Azondious reached out. one taloned finger slid underneath the front of the bra. He tugged, pulling the warrior close enough to yet again seize her in another fiery kiss. As he kissed, he flicked, and the bra fell to the floor, no longer able to retain its hold upon that impressive bust. Azondious continued taking his pleasure from her lips, before taking a step back, his gaze again raking, wanting to learn every detail of her form as she had taken in his. She could see his overlapping plates, where it stretched across his impressively muscled chest. She could see his bulky legs, the strange, powerful shape of them. Bits of the plating had been chipped off here and there, but Azondious did take care of his form.

"You will bathe alone," he spoke as he studied. "That was your choice, remember? If you were so keen on my taking you, you should've challenged me more in my viewing chamber," and he smiled at her, the expression almost smug, certainly reminding that she was not the one in control here.

Raelynn had expected for the demon lord to take her into a kiss when he would undress her; of course, he wouldn't have rejected her offer to him, who would? But to feel those lips again, hot and fiery against her own, was always satisfying as usual, and she easily arched her back more to allow the bra and top to slip off as if they were never attached to her body in the first place. Deathwing certainly knew his way around a woman's body, and for the moment, to kiss him again was addicting once she was bared naked completely for him to gaze and fantasize about. Raelynn had noticed how his eyes had not yet completely cooled; half-way between lust and his normal state, it was a rich deep purple that his eyes were filled with now that almost matched the deep purple-red of his plated body. And who could ignore the thick member between his legs arching upwards, fully erect and looking almost independently alive of its own?

For a moment, they just stood there when they parted from one another, gazing at one another. Raelynn had not been able to fully appreciate just how desirable the demon was in his strangely inhuman but magnificent ways beforehand, not like now when it was just in the privacy of the two of them. The way his body was built of pure muscle and power, the wide broad expanse of his shoulders that she had been on just a few minutes earlier, and the overall pride that seemed to emanate from every part of his body - his monstrous pillar of pleasure, most of all. Absently again, she licked her lips as her gaze was drawn to its ridged tip and then to the angular shape of his demonic body that was only emphasized by the beautiful colored plating armor, knowing that he was taking in her shape as much as she did for him. In return, Raelynn's body was the much desired mixture of both fitness and fancifulness; a warriors muscle that laid coiled and ready under the natural frame that so many women wanted. Gifted with both a busty chest and wide hips, her toned midriff that had the faint outline of her abdomen muscles underneath was slim - a curvaceous hourglass figure. But even Raelynn was not perfect; the countless battles she had performed in usually left their mark with faint white scars that were littered all over her body. Most of them had been healed with magic and were barely noticeable, but there were some that were more recent or angrier than the rest. Her body was something Deathwing could explore later if he wished, to be able to find each scar and the story that laid behind them.

Sometimes though, the demon lord was slightly unpredictable; he would tease, then warn, then once again, revert to his smug dominant nature as befit him. The way he spoke to her contradicted how his body reacted; Raelynn wasn't blind, she could see his cock still fully erect and the lust not yet gone from his eyes. Not to mention that they had just shared even more passionate kisses between each other, but Raelynn tried her luck again with him. "Well, I'll be bathing then. Sorry about that and not being more challenging to you. We've already sealed a deal, don't you remember?" she replied back smoothly, motioning to his armored twitching cock before turning her back to him. Raelynn was aware that he had eyed her ass as anyone else had from the moment she had walked in, and was even touching it; her demonic lover would certainly appreciate the back view as she walked over to one of the pools to do as what was asked of her.

Without even a second glance behind her at the demon lord, she was testing the warm water with a toe, then instantly just slid her body into the pool. Raelynn couldn't help the satisfied groan that escaped her once she sunk deep into it, letting the magically charged liquid slide and cleanse the sweat and grime off of her body. One hand instantly went between her legs to run between her folds to clean out the remaining seed and liquid that stuck inside of her body, but mostly, Raelynn just relaxed, sighing quietly and leaning her head back the coolness of the bordering tiles with closed eyes. She was fully intent on using this to the maximum in order to loosen her sore muscles, and already, Raelynn was enjoying herself, pushing the thought of anything else out of her mind - virginity, magic, Deathwing, nothing else mattered right now.

This should be easy enough. He'd earned the title Deathwing, demon of lust and pain. The title came with certain expectations, among them the very real expectation that whenever an achingly beautiful woman offered herself unto you you should take her then and there. The demon lord could quite easily picture himself overpowering the cocky warrioress, particularly not without her armor. his talons would rake her sides as he slid himself within her. He had little doubt that she remained slick within, despite her own posturing. Just as his signs of lust had been visible, so were her own. Yet there had to be that control, that insistent barrier, his own control. He should be either aloof or domineering; he'd already let warnings slide out too often. Why had he done that? Why hadn't he simply let her dig her own grave? Then he wouldn't have to deal with this frustration, nor listen as she continued to verbally taunt him in a manner that would have meant death coming from one of his subordinates.

But no, he'd granted her, fairly publicly, the title of "lover," a title that spoke of equality on some level. she'd been quite insistent on some control too, and he wondered briefly if all this insistence upon his joining her was her way of trying to admit that yes, she did want him, did lust over his form. It shouldn't have been a surprise, given how much pleasure he'd wrung from her in their short time, but still Azondious couldn't help but feel that slight shock. Especially given how insistent she'd been about resting mere moments ago. Surely she realized that should he enter the bath, he would be taking her.

But he burned all the deeper as he watched that swaying ass as she strode toward the water. Azondious had little doubt that she did that on purpose, and he would pay her back for her decision at a later time. His hand would feel those globes in good time, and then they would see if she would be so teasing. The demon lord remained, seething slightly, watching as she entered the bath. He could see her hands working between her legs, doubtless working away their combined seed. And she made taunts about his dressing her only to undress her: was this not the very same.

He had tasks to complete, and the almost sullen demon lord left his new lover alone to bathe. Orders had to be given, not only to the kitchens and other such scullions but to his troops as well. Azondious did not expect the heroes to take giving up one of their own so easily, particularly if any of them received word of the same prophecy. To hear that any of them, even Raelynn, would bear a demon's spawn? It would be wholly unheard of, certainly. To think that she would be his consort, willing or unwilling, would be anathema to several of them. While they may not care about her personally, they would certainly care about the blow to their pride. And this wasn't discounting the other demon lords. Their armies had been shattered; Azondious was fairly confident of that. He also fully believed that he had the most powerful force of demons left on this plane. But only a fool believed demons to be fully defeated until they felt the full severing.

So Azondious prepared. He stalked, earning a few looks and at least one offer of coupling from his staff. He almost took it, except he knew his knot would need refilling for the next round with that rebellious consort of his. So instead he issued orders, checked troops, attending to other lordly things, while his mind went to a bath, almost imagining what he would have done had he remained therein.

Damn the woman.

Raelynn didn't know when the demon lord had left, nor did she honestly care for the moment as she gave herself over to the bliss of the magic-infused water; something about the steamy liquid seemed to work healing magic deep into her body, and after only basking and bathing herself for a few minutes, it was as if she was renewed and there was no feeling of aching or soreness in her body any more. In fact, it was magic, and for that, it caught the heroine off guard; a demon with such "good" orientated magic which could bolster her own body like such? It felt wrong to her, someone who had been taught so devoutly to the ways of good and bad from such a young age.

Speaking of such, now that she was alone, Raelynn couldn't help but confront the problem that she was now left with. No amount of cleansing or trying to rid herself of the demon lord's seed would return her purity, her virginity, her magic. None of it would do anything to reverse what had just happened today, and as she pulled herself upright with considerably more strength than before, Raelynn didn't know if she wanted to cry for her lost magic or not. She was confused, and it was because Deathwing had given her something in return, a pleasure that she wouldn't have known otherwise. The demon knew of her magic, and now that she tried to sift through the lust-filled experiences she had with him, it was a wonder that he hadn't questioned why she hadn't turned it on him yet. For light was always effective against the dark... Perhaps her demonic lover was smug in his oath bound by blood with her, and he should, rightfully so. Raelynn was no oathbreaker, and it didn't seem Deathwing was either; yet, how could she trust a demon lord?

It just felt so otherworldly, everything about the experience at the moment for Raelynn. She, the only human in this entire place, surrounded by frightened demon minions and one particularly dominating demon lord that had laid claim to her. For a weaker human, they would have broken down already, overwhelmed by the situation crushing them; for her, all she did was stiffen, lock the bittersweet feelings inside of her and press the orb that would call a servant. Even having someone wait on her was strange, but to the skittering fearful demons, it must have looked like Raelynn was just as headstrong and powerful as she ever was. That was the image she wanted to project, to show them, and they swallowed it all up as they returned with what she had requested; towels and a large platter of food. But no clothes, and when she turned to look at the pile of her discarded garbs from earlier, they were gone as well.

Essentially, Raelynn had been stripped of everything that she was, and it only froze her over even more as she sat at the pool side, wrapped in the towel and picking absently at the platter of food filled with sweet fruits and deliciously cooked meat. Amid her swirling thoughts, she managed to finish it all, then simply left it there as she spotted another door in the wall - this one much more elaborate than the nearly invisible one the servants scurried in and out of. Her guesses were correct when she pushed through it and it grew to a flight of stairs that when shoved open, led to a massive room with an equally massive bed that could only be Deathwing's private chambers. It was opulence and luxury in its finest; dark silks draping down to frame the bed, exquisite decorations even more valuable than a king would have on his walls and shelves. Raelynn paid no attention to them except for one that was laid on the nightstand next to the bed; Sappros.

She was wrong, they had not taken everything from her. To feel the sword in her hand again gave Raelynn a strange wry confidence as she practiced several of the basic thrusts and moves that she had learned when the sword was given to her. Anyone listening to her must have thought that the heroine went temporarily mad; laughing uncontrollably and even at times, tears of joy or sadness or something that she couldn't comprehend running down her smooth cheeks. After a while, Raelynn had found that she wore herself out again but with a familiar and rewarding task of training with the sword. Yes, she did not have her magic, but she had her sword still, and that was something no one was going to take away from her - ever.

So placing Sappros carefully back where she had seen it, Raelynn then cast a skeptical eye over the massive bed that she easily assumed where Deathwing would take her again in a few hours. Just the thought of that sent a chill of both disgust and anticipation through her spine, and once again, Raelynn was locked in incomprehensible emotions, further making her stiff and icy once more. After all, it had been the demon lord's presence and power that had thawed her, and without him, she simply receded back into herself - an frosty bitch to the core of her body. But what Raelynn couldn't deny was the bed looked comfortable, and once she tested it out with a hand running across the silken sheets, it was so much more than comfortable once the cloth ran across her naked young body, caressing and lightly draping over every curve and emphasis. It was so heavenly in fact that when Raelynn laid back on it, she told herself that she was going to be ready for her lover, be alert for what he was going to tease and push into her again.

That was not the case; the nap that she wanted became a deep, deep slumber that dragged Raelynn deep into unconsciousness, a dark clear sleep that she had not had in a long while. She slept with abandon, unknowing and uncaring of when the sun set and the moon rose; a sleeping beauty lying for her twisted demonic prince to come take her. In Raelynn's slumber, the sheets had slid off her large breasts from where she had pulled them absently over when she had first slid in, now pooling just at her midriff where her hands laid relaxed along with the rest of her body. No nightmares or dreams filled her mind then, just the deadening feeling of sleep, every image the seemingly innocent maiden in her slumber for the demon lord to do as he wish.

The minutiae continued to plague Azondious. Several of his followers expressed fear and even outright anger at him for letting a supposed heroine of light into his home. This was to be a sanctuary, a place where they would be safe from the forces of light. Their bold protector, their champion, had just let the fox into the hen house. Azondious had wearily explained that were that analogy true, this would be a fox with her teeth pulled out and her claws worn down to nubs. If she did anything to the chickens, they'd been asking for it in the first place.

Did he not worry about her harming him? No, no, he did not. Had they not seen who very willing she'd been in the hall? Had they not heard her oath? Had they not witnessed him filling her with his seed? Azondious could only feel more confident if he literally ripped her limbs from her body and face-fucked intelligent thought from her skull (this latter idea actually had some appeal, and the demon lord logged it away for later). He actually bitchslapped the first of his followers who'd suggested as much, snarling at the fool.

At last, his own tasks had been completed. The demon lord's lust had turned into smoldering embers during his time apart from his new consort. Occasional thoughts, such as those brought on by the tiresome questions, had added just enough fuel to the flames to irritate. He'd spoke of patience, but as Raelynn had so astutely observed, in some things he could be almost willfully impatient. This certainly qualified as such.

So he returned to his own chambers. He knew them well: three interconnected, interlocked rooms. One served as a private study of sorts, lined with tomes and maps and stratagems and paraphernalia. Azondious might have been more warrior than mage, but he still knew enough of magical arts to warrant such a chamber. Plus, the room had been quite specifically warded: it was literally the only place in the entire home protected fully and utterly from scrying, even from him. Another room functioned as a "visible" bedroom. There was an impressively large bed, large enough for not only Azondious to rest comfortably but for him to mate with another demon lord of his size. The cloth had been woven as finely as possible: there would literally be no better fabric in existence. Long posts stretched impossibly high, hiding the details. Those details would have made some shudder, as the demon lord had put in rings that would allow for chains or other such devices to be attached, for willing lovers, of course. The rest of the room had a few necessities and luxuries: ornate tables and rugs, a masterwork mirror, an enchanted cart filled with delicacies. A walk-in closet extended out from one wall, as enchanted as anything else. This was filled with various garbs of different fabrics, and was specifically designed to aid the entrant in picking out something suited to Azondious's tastes.

The last room, well, it functioned as what some "sexual deviants" may call a dungeon. More accurately it had been designed for... private amusements. The entire room could be altered at a whim, but the various devices and playthings would remain intact. There could be examination tables or complex devices or even semi-regular beds. Any pleasure that he wished to partake in, including torture, would be made ready in this much more flexible room.

But Azondious guessed he'd find Raelynn in the main room. He'd sent her sword there, and he didn't see the warrior venturing far. He supposed she might try an escape attempt, but again, he highly doubted it. Such a thing would break her oath, and without her sword, even Raelynn could not escape. Come to think of it, wasn't it rather odd that she hadn't attempted to lash out with her magics up until this point? Perhaps she had seen the pointlessness of this, but Azondious highly doubted this. The oath must have kept her, or possibly something else. Again the demon lord thought of those awful rumors spread by the more uptight of holy persons, rumors of how powers would be lost with the spreading of one's legs.

He approached his bed now, his eyes sliding to the tell-tale bumps. There lay his consort, his lover, his plaything, breathing and slumbering deep. Azondious felt his member swelling as he beheld those magnificent breasts, already bared as if welcoming him to their touch. He raked his increasingly red gaze down her form, seeing how the sheets seemed only to hide bits and pieces of her wonderful body, tantalizing him. The demon lord smiled, realizing that he knew precisely how to awaken her, and he highly doubted that the spellblade would see this coming.

With stealth belying his size, the demon lord all but glided up to his bed. He carefully slid himself onto it, glad that its perfect enchantments would allow him to do as he wished with disturbing her. He crept up, almost looking fearful. His hand pulled aside sheets, leaving it pooled at her abdomen. Azondious admired the view of her newly cleaned nether region, taking note of how she cared or didn't care for what lay between her legs. That would be an interesting lesson, most likely. For now, he moved a taloned hand to gently nudge those legs apart, baring his way to that sweet valley. His mouth descended, angled carefully so as not to disturb her with his horns. Those hot lips drew against her nether ones, lightly kissing them with the same fiery touch he so easily draped upon her oral ones. His tongue extended to lap gently against her sex, flicking just over the lips of it. Again lips descended, this time kissing intricate patterns around her inner thighs. The symbols wouldn't be recognizable to the girl, and were more Azondious's way of entertaining himself until he found her sensitive areas. Those spots which made her tremble and coo, those he paid special attention to. They would be nibbled or suckled. His talons would graze her gently, pulling across the flesh, exploring. Then again his mouth would sink between her legs, drawing her likely wet, probably hot flesh into his mouth to suckle and tease all the more.

Azondious the demon lord, known as Deathwing, avatar of lust and pain, proceeded to perfectly eat out Raelynn the spellblade of light.

In the midst of her sleep, there weren't so much of dreams as there were feelings. Mostly it was that of calmness and stilness, but soon, a new feeling began to rush through her body, subconsciously making it react accordingly. It was lust, uncurling slowly and almost sinisterly like a blossoming flower, sinking its roots deep into her body, enough to start make Raelynn shift on the bed slightly and sigh. More importantly, she began to be wet, the natural instincts of a woman taking over in her sleep as her legs spread even more for the demon lord once he started to kiss and tease at her moistening slit.

All this time, Raelynn was still mostly in a state of slumber, but now, it was no longer the deep dreamless sleep that she had been before he arrived. Her demonic lover had effectively now cast her mind in vivid shades of colors, dancing and taunting her for the moment, and he continued to lick at her now wet nether lips, Raelynn did not have the conscious inhibition to resist against him. She moaned, her hips naturally rolling and pressing against where he was lavishing attention and teasing between her legs, and for a few moments, Raelynn did not have her signature headstrong attitude that had caused the demon lord so much amusement and grief earlier that day.

However, that state did not last long as her mind hazily jerked itself out of the loosening grip of sleep, and was instantly thrust into the midst of even more pleasure; mind-numbing lust and desire that only came from the feeling of being pleased by the experienced and skilled demon lord. Raelynn's eyes were initially unfocused, staring up at the silk-hung high ceilings with a confusion that could only come from waking up somewhere unfamiliar. Then, as another moan slipped past her lips, that was when she gazed downwards and the realization of what was happening at the moment came rushing to her; Deathwing between her legs, licking and teasing her to make such feelings of pleasure shoot up her spine and warm her skin. The first thought that she had was to push him away; Raelynn got to that point as one of her hands wrapped around his horn and was about to shove him away when she felt the demon lord suck at her clit. There went her resolve and the first instinct to panic; why would she do that now? He was doing nothing but making her happy, and as that logic sunk in with the building lust that added to the fire once more, Raelynn did not push him away. Instead, she tried to tug him closer by his horn, her body shuddering at a particularly long lick that left her wetter than ever.

"Oh fuck, yes, that's good," she hissed out, arching her body upwards and rolling her hips downwards even more against the demon's mouth; Raelynn figured she might as well now make the most of the experience, and now that she was fully awake, she could perhaps appreciate the sensuality of how he had woken her. Deathwing could have pounced on her, fucked her roughly awake, but instead, he decided to please her this way; the appreciation was not lost on her as she continued to gaze down at him. An almost snarky grin began to appear, blue eyes gazing down intently at him, and the frigid feeling that she had while alone thawing away again. "Thanks, lover," she genuinely groaned out, tightening her muscular long legs around him, and letting the demon lord have his way with her as Raelynn could feel the pleasure building up more and more.

Demonic lips parted the folded hood covering the human's little pleasure button. Azondious again showed his great skill as he teased open that flesh, found the pearl inside. As Raelynn felt all too well, his lips closed about. He suckled directly upon it, drawing it into his mouth. Hot wet surrounded one of Raelynn's most sensitive spots, utterly surrounding it. the demon lord's dexterous tongue began working the button as well, drawing flat circles and teasing the flesh. He could feel her reactions beneath his lips, knowing that he pulled her out of slumber into something that would almost feel like a waking dream.

A hiss, a roll, and Azondious followed Raelynn's bucking hips. His mouth drew up and down, traveled the course, letting her roll through that initial burst of pleasure. His lips curled into a smile, his eyes flaring with purple lust as he looked up her impressive body, seeing her looking down upon him. Those blue eyes already flashed, and he could almost swear he saw ice melting. The words that parted her lips next surprised the demon lord yet again. They were warm, almost familiar. Then again, he supposed that most prisoners of demon lords did not expect to be awakened by expert cunnilingus. Azondious certainly didn't see the position as submissive as his partners. After all: he still retained a good deal of control, even as those impressive legs of hers wrapped about his head. His focus had become solely her pleasure, but that was the whole point, to again hammer home that she would feel such sensations along him.

Besides, why else did he have a tongue that could extend and writhe?

Now that the woman was awake, Azondious's tongue went to work. It began dragging the flat across those folds, teasing and gathering the wet moisture. Up and down, lathering demonic saliva over the already moistening petals of her sex. Azondious greedily took in all bits of juices, that limber muscle of his dipping and flicking to grab each and every droplet as it flowed from within her. He favored her sex with more long gestures, letting her feel the entire contour, realize just how long his tongue happened to be.

The hands remained mobile as well. Talons drew across sensitive inner thighs. Fingers parted flesh. they teased. They pinched at spots where she jerked or jumped. They caressed those that made her tremble. Azondious drew his taloned fingers around the entirety of Raelynn's nether regions, never fully focusing on one spot, unlike his tongue, which did its work solely upon her sex for now.

The two combined as Azondious pulled back more of Raelynn's flesh. He forced her legs to open enough for his wide mouth to seal about her sex. had she any pubic hair, it likely would have been tickling the demon's face as he did what many would call "muff diving." His wide open mouth eclipsed the whole sex, drawing it again. This time that sinuous tongue began snaking between folds, pushing aside, testing the familiar interior. It curled within to pull upward, as if scooping any gathered juices from just around the entrance. Then it snaked out, delving deep, deeper than even Raelynn, with her light experience of him, would've expected. It pushed aside folds and glided across the wet velvet of her insides, and the tip pressed against that familiar bit of sensitive flesh inside the interior. The demon let out a rumbling groan at the discovery, quite purposefully directing the sonics into her. He made an almost humming noise as his lips vibrated, the motions even reaching his tongue where it lay. Raelynn may have been fortunate to have someone go down on her before but, as he had with his early fucking, Azondious set out to prove that she would never have someone such as him.

With him teasing and sucking her clit, Raelynn was already lost in the pleasure of the moment, moaning and just generally losing herself to him once more. It was futile to resist the lust now even, as the fire had been ignited from the very first kiss the demon placed onto her nether lips, and now, all she could do was simply ride along, enjoying what he was about to give her even more. She had been eaten out before, once, but never to this extent or that enjoyable. The man who did it wasn't experienced and perhaps, didn't care as much about her as he was just to get Raelynn wet, even going so far as to ignore her pleasure button; they had pleased each other with their mouths, and of course, she had insisted that he had to repay her for the favor she already gave him. But it was absolutely nothing to how Deathwing knew his way around her body, and every small thing that would only build up the lusty pressure once more.

No, the way the demon lord played with her body was on a completely different level, and just how flexible his sinuous demonic tongue was counted as a statement for it. Raelynn had experienced it curling in her mouth, the controlled manner of how he wielded it as effectively as the thick cock between his legs, but to feel it between her legs was a whole different sensation. Each lick that he lavished onto the folds of her pussy made it only wetter, eager to give him the fluids that he was so greedily drinking in. The woman herself was just moaning and gasping in pleasure now, her back frequently arching off the bed, and once again, Raelynn felt the now familiar ache of needing something inside of her. Even if it wasn't the armored ridged pillar of his cock, from just the short performance Deathwing was putting on right now at the entrance of her sex was enough that she wanted him to go deeper inside of her; even as he played with her legs, her entire body was beckoning her lover inside, squeezing and trying to draw him closer. The way his taloned fingers played with her was only even more exciting; small additions that left her groaning and chanting his name again, baring her body for him to just please as he wanted.

When Deathwing pulled open her legs, he could see that she was hairless; even as a virgin, Raelynn kept exceptional care of her body without a single hair out of place. It was smooth, wet, and just ready to kiss him; her nether lips were sealed by his, and as his tongue slithered inside, she instinctively tried to close her legs again. Raelynn's voice was slowly escalating, becoming louder in the privacy of his chambers, and the grip on his horn tightened even more as she could feel his tongue pushing and prodding, exploring what no other man had ever went. Of course, she was his now, but even that past experience was nothing to this; mortal men had nothing to the demon lord, the way his long muscular tongue caressed the inside of her, pushed even more lust into her body to open up and moisten just for him.

However, if Raelynn thought that was pleasurable, it was nothing to when he found her sensitive sweet spot, and almost instantly when his tongue stroked and rubbed against it, her back was off the bed again. She was moaning, almost thrashing with the exploding feeling of an orgasm just from the mere build-up of what Deathwing had caused in her. Then, as if she couldn't believe that it was already good as it was, she felt him rumble, the vibration of his deep voice pressing against the still tight walls of her sex, and most importantly, against her g-spot. That was the tipping point for her, and now, her other hand that had been grasping the sheets desperately latched onto the other horn to press his face even more between her legs. Raelynn was shouting, incoherent as the pleasure washed over her, and her body seized up around him tightly. Legs tensed up around his shoulders, the heels of her feet dug down just above his wings, and her walls squeezed around his tongue. A flood of juices dripped, letting him taste her pleasure and inviting him to do it again - again and again. Raelynn was thrown into the throes of the climax as her head tilted upwards and her eyes closed, the only coherent thing coming from her mouth being her demonic lover's name as she knew it - Deathwing.

Intriguing to see that the heroine had gone so far as to shave betwixt her legs. Some tending, Azondious could understand. In some ways it would be akin to why Raelynn's beautiful hair had been shorn short: you didn't want something to get in your way. Some trimming would also make sense to prevent any unsightly views whenever the girl wore that revealing garb. But why shave it off in such a manner? Was there some reasoning there that Azondious did not understand? For he knew that it certainly meant one thing: her sex would be all the more sensitive for him. Even now he rubbed his plated face against her loins, utilizing the unique contours and ridges of his impressive visages to add further stimulus against her. It was not enough to simply lavish all his attentions upon those nether lips, after all.

Though it did seem as if the tongue dragging her insides had the most effect upon her. Not that Azondious was all that surprised by this fact. The interior always proved more sensitive than the exterior, particularly if you knew where to prod and poke. His tongue now almost hammered against Raelynn's g-spot, almost milking it in a way similar to how her sex had milked his knot only a few hours ago. it continually prodded and poked, only to shift, again not wanting her to grow used to a sensation. Shift to drag the flat of the long tongue along that sensitive flesh. Sure enough, he felt her gasp, felt the hand grip the sheets, felt her buck as pleasure again hit her, another powerful orgasm seizing her body.

His slurping grew louder, lewder, as he sucked up the flying juices with great skill. He could feel her tightening her heels, digging into him. Since she already seemed to be going that way, Azondious lifted her further up. That fine ass left the sheets entirely, her lower half starting to completely rise up from the bed as she twitched. Azondious counted on his broad shoulders to keep her from sliding off of him, knowing that the ferocity of her orgasm might accomplish precisely that. The leverage allowed his tongue to jut even deeper within.

It would not push against those walls with the pressure his cock could manage. It could not fill her hole as completely as Azondious would wager she now wanted. But it could move, it could writhe and squirm within her. He'd only turned his cock as a corkscrew once. His tongue could form loops. Could drag little peaks and valleys along her inner walls. It could flick. Dart. Wiggle. Drag wet and smear want along inner walls. And he shoved it deep, not nearly as deep as his sex had gone, but further than many men would be able to reach with their cocks. Deep, and enough to start dragging again.

And he rumbled from time to time. Not constantly: again, he never did anything long enough for her to grow used to a sensation. He even altered pitch and frequency, sending the rumbles down his tongue. The vibrations would touch along her: a deep vibration as the tip hit her g-spot. Undulating waves while his rolls squirmed about. Even silence became a tool he used, letting her hear the wet squelching coming from her.

The hands kept exploring. The squeezed and pulled. They started dragging talons along flesh. He paid some attention to that rear, the piece she'd teased him with. The hands worked it, squeezed, kneaded the flesh like a baker did dough. The talons curiously explored as well, eager to see if he couldn't add yet more sensation, possibly ignite sexual lusts in another hole as well. Certainly this didn't please every woman, but the thought of leaving a virginal opening galled the demon lord. if nothing else, he wanted to further emphasize that Raelynn's entire body was a sexual instrument, and he the maestro.