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

Her eyes were filled with terror and hatred, and he could not help but feel disgusted by it... He was already strong enough, powerful enough to not need anyone else's emotions or feelings. Yet she came, in hopes of becoming his bride... Now she is here, inside his chambers, inside his wing, where no other demon had dared to set foot since the control began slipping away from him.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he glared at her. He could sense the fear coming off of her in waves, and it only served to irritate him further. With a growl that sounded more animalistic than human, Shert stepped closer to her, feeling the burning desire rise within him.

He wanted her... No, he needed her... It had been so long since he had taken any sort of pleasure for himself. But she was not going to make it easy on

Shert's eyes narrowed dangerously at her question. "I am as I am," he growled through clenched teeth, every word sounding strained. The desire and lust within him only grew stronger, warring with the instinct to protect his territory and power. He couldn't help but wonder why she would even care... Didn't she know what she was asking for by coming here?

The demon lord took another step closer, moving so quickly that it was a blur to her eyes. Suddenly, he was right before her, his porcelain features twisted into a snarl. His wings spread out behind him, and heat radiated off of his body in waves as his magic seethed under the surface. He towered over her, dwarfing her petite frame with his own imposing strength and presence.

Her scent filled his senses, making him want to consume her whole...

Shert's eyes widened fractionally at her quiet demand, surprise flickering across his features for only an instant before the anger returned. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides once more as he glared down at her. "You," he snarled through gritted teeth, "will obey me in every way." He took another step closer, so close now that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. The power and dominance radiating from him threatened to overwhelm her senses completely.

His claws extended with a soft snap, the demonic black talons glinting in the dim light of the chamber as they hovered mere inches from her body. She should be afraid... And she was, terrified even. But there was also something else in her eyes - determination, perhaps even a hint of defiance. It only served to further enrage Shert.

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Shert growled low in his throat as she knelt before him, submission flowing through her body like a current. It was intoxicating... And yet he couldn't quite allow himself to fully trust it. He took another step closer, looming over her now, his wings nearly brushing against the walls on either side of them. His claws remained extended, their sharp points aimed just above her head and shoulders.

"You may speak," he ground out through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the burning desire that threatened to consume him whole. But she would have to tread carefully; any sign of disobedience or defiance would be met with brutal force and deadly claws. For now, he would bide his time, waiting for her words...and hoping against hope that they were enough to appease the monster within him.

Shert's eyes narrowed further at her quiet words, suspicion clear in their depths. "Your... submission is lacking," he growled, taking another step closer to her. His claws danced dangerously nearer as well, making her tremble with every breath she took. "I am not used to being given mere scraps of obedience when I demand complete and utter surrender."

He paused for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Tell me," he hissed softly, his voice taking on an almost seductive tone despite the anger that still lurked beneath the surface, "how can you expect to please me if you do not give yourself fully?" His claws moved fractionally closer now, nearly brushing against her shoulder.

Her submission... It was what he craved above all else. But he wanted more than just obedience; he needed devotion, worship, and ad

Shert's eyes burned as he glared down at her, the anger still present but tempered slightly by the lust that coursed through him. "Prove your devotion to me," he growled, moving even closer now so that she could feel his body heat against hers. His claws hovered mere inches from her skin, teasing and taunting. "Take my hand... and offer yourself to me fully." The words were whispered in the dark of their chamber, each syllable laced with a promise of pleasure and pain, dominance and submission.

It was on her now; she could either continue to try and placate him or risk it all by giving him what he truly craved. A part of her knew that there would be no going back if she took the latter option... but another, stronger part ached for the release and freedom that submission would bring.

The touch of her lips on his skin sent shivers down Shert's spine. Her submission was growing... becoming more real to him. It fueled the flames of desire and lust within him, threatening to consume them both in their intensity. He let out a growl that sounded more like a moan as he lowered his head, letting his claws fall gently against her shoulder blades instead. The contact was more for comfort than control; the monster inside him seemed to be calming somewhat at the sight and feel of her surrender.

"There is more I need you to do," he rasped out, his voice hoarse with desire as he lifted his head once again. His eyes held hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or deceit as he spoke. "I want you to serve me... to please me in every way." He took a step back now, giving her some distance but not enough that she