The girl was in despair. Since it was not possible to find a bride for Shert in a normal way, they decided to make sure that a girl of any appearance and figure under 35 years old could try to enter the palace as a bride... Risking his life in return, the Lord removes from them debts and grievances, except for the most cruel ones . Any arranged marriages or other contracts are also canceled. Rina... her father sold her to a rather cruel aristocrat of her lands, she was disgusted by the thought of becoming the wife of this terrible man and at a large meeting she announced that she would become the bride of Shert Stial. from that moment on, she was obliged to enter Shert's castle, into his chambers, the guards took her to the castle, where she was quickly washed, dressed in very easily removable clothes and asked not to resist in any way. Now the door to his chambers is opened in front of her

Shert's gaze was already growing red as he watched her enter his chambers. His instincts recognized her as a threat, but at the same time, something inside him craved for submission. He watched her carefully, every inch of her body on display for him, and felt a surge of power course through his veins. The air around them began to heat up ever so slightly, as if a light breeze caressed his burning skin. His wings rustled softly behind him, ready to unfurl at the slightest provocation. He waited, tense and restless, for her to make the first move.

Would she try to disobey? Attack him? Or would she submit completely and become his...? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He wanted both answers, and yet he knew that either could cost them both everything. His eyes never left hers as they locked onto one another, held

Shert's eyes widened in surprise as the girl knelt before him, hands held out in submission. He stared at her for a long moment, his chest heaving with tension and desire. Part of him wanted to tear her limb from limb right there and end this farce once and for all, but another part ached to have her obey him...to feel the heat of her body pressed against his. He forced himself to stay calm, to control the raging flames that threatened to engulf them both.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached out a clawed hand and traced its talons down her cheek, along the curve of her neck. Her skin was soft, unmarred by even the slightest mark...an offering to him. A challenge to his control. His other hand flexed against the floor at his side, itching to rend and tear. But he held back

Shert's breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive despite the animalistic hunger in it. "Good girl," he purred, running a clawed finger down her spine before trailing over one of her small breasts, teasing the delicate nipple through her thin shift. Her body arched instinctively into his touch, and he felt a rush of triumph at this small display of submission. "So obedient... So sweet..." He ground his hips against hers as he continued to torture her with soft strokes of his claws, driving her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and pain.

Her scent was intoxicating, making it nearly impossible for him to think straight. The power that surged through him threatened to consume them both unless she gave him something else in return... submission. Complete and utter surrender. It was the only thing that could quell

The scent of her submission filled his nostrils, sending a shiver down his spine as he cupped one of her breasts in his palm, pinching the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned, arching further into him as he toyed with her senses. He could feel her heat through their thin clothing, radiating against his skin like a living thing. His claws retracted, disappearing back into his flesh, leaving only the smooth surface of his hands on her body. She was close now...so close to giving him what he needed to regain control again.

His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Give yourself to me, Rina." The name tasted strange in his mouth, but it seemed fitting for this delicate creature who had somehow managed to find herself in his grasp. "Surrender..." He bit gently at

Shert's control slipped further as he felt the soft whisper against his skin. Her submission had ignited a hunger within him that nothing else could satiate. The taste of her obedience on his tongue sent a shudder through his body, and with it came an answering need that threatened to overwhelm them both. He growled low in his throat as he shifted forward, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. His tongue danced against hers, seeking entry into her mouth as he tried desperately to keep control of himself.

Her scent intensified, driving him mad with desire, and with it came the knowledge that if she didn't surrender soon... everything would be lost. "Rina," he panted against her lips, his grip on her tightening. "I need you." He traced a claw along her other breast before sliding downward over her stomach and between her

Shert let out a shuddering breath as he felt her body open to him. His claws retracted completely, and his hands slid downward over her hips and thighs, cupping her lower lips before parting them further apart. She was so wet for him...ready for him. He couldn't believe she would willingly submit in this way, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

His other hand moved upward, curling around her breast once more as he began to stroke her through the thin fabric of her shift. She arched into his touch, moaning softly against his lips as they continued their devouring kiss. The heat between them grew with every passing moment, threatening to consume them both in an inferno of lust and desire.

Her surrender was exquisite...but it wasn't enough. Not unless she gave him her soul too

His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of her shift, tracing the smooth skin of her belly before sliding lower to press against her moist heat. "Surrender your soul to me," he growled against her lips, his voice rough with desire and command. He felt her shudder in his grasp as their tongues tangled together once more.

His other hand slid upward, cupping the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, angling her head to take him deeper still. His hips rocked against hers, grinding against her center in time with each desperate breath they drew into their lungs. The air around them began to shimmer and heat, twisting and writhing like living things trapped within his grasp.

His claws lengthened once more, gleaming dangerously as they pressed against the tender skin of her neck. She tensed beneath him, feeling the press of