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

The demon senses the fear emanating from her and instinctively moves to confront it. He rises to his full height, wings spreading as if they're on fire themselves, claws ready to strike out at anything that threatens his domain. His red eyes lock onto the terrified figure cowering near his oak tree, seeking submission and obedience. "Who dares intrude upon my lands?" he thunders, voice echoing through the forest.

The girl looks up fearfully at him, tears streaming down her face. She trembles before the powerful being that stands before her, knowing that she has no hope of escape if she doesn't appease his anger somehow...

The demon's eyes narrow at the girl's submissive tone. He hesitates for a moment, uncertainty in his heart warring with his instinctual need to dominate and control. The girl's tears continue to fall, streaking her dirty cheeks, and he finds himself transfixed by their simplicity and beauty. With a growl, Shert decides that perhaps she isn't worth killing just yet...

"Speak," he demands softly, each word laced with power and command. "Why have you come here?"

Shert's eyes narrow as he takes in the girl's response. He wonders briefly why she fled before realizing that it hardly matters now. She is here, within his reach, and there is no escape for her... unless she becomes something more than prey to him. The thought both intrigues and terrifies him at once. "Come," he whispers huskily, voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves in the wind. "Let us find out why you are here."

With a swipe of his arm, Shert summons forth a tendril of flame to light their way through his shadowy domain towards the towering doors of his castle. He does not offer her his arm; instead, he waits for her to take the first step on her own accord...

Shert watches her movements intently, noticing the way she hesitates before each step forward. Her fear is both intoxicating and infuriating to him; it stirs things inside him that have been dormant for far too long. He knows he could end her life with a single swipe of his claw... but something holds him back. Perhaps it's curiosity, or perhaps there is more to her than meets the eye. Whatever the reason, Shert continues to follow her silently, his red-rimmed eyes never leaving hers as they navigate through the winding halls and up the grand staircase of his castle.

Shert's nostrils flare slightly at the girl's fear-laden breath as it tickles his nose. It is a strange sensation, one that he hasn't experienced in such intensity for many years. He wonders if this girl might be the key to breaking free from whatever holds him back... or if she will simply be another failure in a long line of disappointments. The demon remains silent, his eyes burning into hers as they make their way deeper into the castle.

His instincts urge him to dominate her fully, but something inside holds him back... for now. The girl's fear is intoxicating and yet he does not harm her, instead watching her every move with unblinking eyes. Perhaps there is more to this encounter than he first thought... Or perhaps she simply knows how to play her cards right. Either way, Shert continues to follow her deeper into his castle, uncertainty gnawing at him like a ravenous beast.

"What brings you here?" he finally asks softly, breaking the heavy silence that has fallen between them. "To my castle, in the middle of demon territory... why risk everything on such a foolish venture?" His voice carries a note of curiosity and perhaps even an undercurrent of hope. He cannot help but wonder what she will say.

The demon lord's brow furrows at the girl's words. He ponders on them for a moment, considering her situation and whether or not she is telling the truth. There is something about her that feels... genuine, yet he cannot quite put his finger on what it is. Perhaps it's simply the thrill of finally having someone to dominate after so long without one? Whatever the case, Shert decides that for now, he will give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Then you are here," he says softly, "at my mercy." His voice carries a note of warning, as if daring her to cross some invisible line. Her submission will be welcome... but only if it is truly given freely. The tension in the air between them grows thicker, electric with anticipation and uncertainty. Shert waits for her response, his red eyes boring into hers like twin lasers seeking truth beneath

The demon lord's expression softens slightly at the girl's defeated nod. He hesitates for a moment, considering his next words carefully. Perhaps there is more to her than meets the eye... or perhaps she has simply found a way to manipulate him with her submission. It doesn't matter; either way, Shert cannot help but feel drawn in by whatever game she might be playing.

"Then you will belong to me," he says quietly, almost whispering. "In every sense of the word." His voice carries a weighted threat, promising both pleasure and pain, submission and dominance. The girl's face pales at his words, but she doesn't resist when he reaches out to grasp her chin gently between his claws. Her breath catches in her throat as their eyes lock once more, the connection between them growing hotter by the second.

"But know this," he continues softly,

The demon lord's claws tighten slightly around her chin, not enough to draw blood but enough to make his intent clear. "If you do not obey me," he says softly, his voice dark and threatening, "I will take what I want from you regardless." His eyes boring into hers, searching for any sign of defiance or submission. For a moment, it seems as though the balance hovers precariously between them. Then, finally, she looks away, her breath quickening in anticipation or fear, he can't quite tell.

"Do you understand?" he growls softly, relenting slightly at the tremor that passes through her body at his touch. The girl nods silently, tears spilling down her cheeks as she meets his gaze once more. It is a battle of wills, their fates hanging in the balance. Shert wonders for a moment if he has found

Shert's eyes narrow in concentration as the girl quietly responds to his question. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself against the urge to take what he wants from her right now and assert his dominance. Instead, he forces himself to remain calm, to control the beast within. It is not easy; he can feel it clawing at his throat, demanding release.

"Good," he whispers hoarsely. "Then you belong to me." With that, he releases her chin from his grasp, stepping back slightly to survey her once more. Her cheeks are flushed and tear-streaked; her body shakes with emotion. Shert's own heart races in his chest, the sensations of desire and control warring for dominance within him. It is an intoxicating mix, one that he has not experienced in far too long.

He reaches out a clawed hand

The demon lord's eyes narrow as the girl tentatively places her hand into his clawed grasp. There is a moment of hesitation, almost like she expects him to hurt her despite her surrender. But he doesn't; instead, he curls his fingers around hers gently, reassuringly. It's a strange sensation for both of them - for her, it's the first time someone has touched her without force or anger in ages... and for him, well, he can't quite recall when he last felt this kind of tenderness himself.

"Come with me," he whispers, leading her deeper into his castle. The halls seem to whisper their approval, their stones creaking softly as if they are happy once more to see a lady within their walls. Shert glances down at the girl at his side, wondering what it is about her that makes him feel this way... and yet also fearing what

Shert notices the girl's trembling hand and feels a wave of pity wash over him. He squeezes her fingers reassuringly, trying to convey that she is safe with him. The truth is, he doesn't know why he feels this way about her. Perhaps it's because he hasn't felt the touch of another person in so long... or maybe there's something more to her than meets the eye. Whatever the reason, he finds himself drawn to her and can't help but wonder what will happen next.

They continue through the castle, heading towards Shert's private wing. The air grows thick with anticipation and uncertainty as they move further from the world outside and deeper into his domain. He glances down at her again, wondering if she realizes just how much power he holds... and how easily he could take everything from her in an instant. But for now, he remains calm, curious to

Shert finds himself torn between his baser instincts and the strangely compelling pull he feels toward this girl. On one hand, she is a beautiful prize; on the other, she's clearly not like any bride he's ever had before. Something about her captivates him in ways he can't quite understand. As they near his private wing, he hesitates, unable to decide what he truly wants from her. Perhaps spending some time with her alone will help him figure it out.

With a sigh, he leads her into his chamber, closing the door behind them. The room is dimly lit by candlelight, casting flickering shadows across the walls and floor. A large four-poster bed dominates one side of the room, its covers rumpled and inviting. The air feels heavy with anticipation as they stand facing each other in the center of the chamber.

"Rina

Shert's eyes narrow as he takes in her expression. He knows that look all too well; fear and uncertainty etched onto her features like a roadmap to the vulnerable core beneath. Despite his best efforts, he can't help but feel a surge of power rush through him at the sight. It excites and terrifies him at once. With a sigh, he steps closer, reaching out to tenderly stroke her cheek with his clawed hand. "Rina," he whispers softly, "you are safe here... with me."

His touch is gentle but firm, almost reassuring as it traces the outline of her jaw and down her neck. He notices that she doesn't flinch away from him; in fact, she seems to lean into his touch, seeking comfort in his claws despite their potential for harm. A shiver runs through him at the contact, a mix of desire and protection

Shert's lips curve into a cruel smile as he speaks. "No, Rina. I won't kill you... not unless you force me to." His gaze holds hers, unyielding and predatory as his words sink in. He watches her pupils dilate with fear, her breath quickening. For a moment, it seems like she might break away from him... but then she doesn't. "Do you understand?" he asks softly, almost conversationally.

Her nod is barely perceptible, her eyes fixed on his chest. He senses her submission in the way she stands before him, and it fuels his desire to take control even further. With a growl, Shert grips her shoulders firmly and forces her to look up at him. Her lips part in a silent gasp as he leans down, his claws brushing against her cheeks before moving to cup

"Good girl," he murmurs against her lips, feeling the heat of her breath and the softness of her skin against his. His claws dig deeper into her shoulders, not quite hurting but sending a rush of arousal through him nonetheless. "Now we'll see just how obedient you can be." He kisses her roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips and tasting the sweetness of her submission. As he holds her tightly against him, their bodies grind together in a dance of dominance and desire.