he was called again, he just returned home after hunting and some half-educated demonologists managed to call him

He glares at the two pathetic mortals who laugh and try to give him orders they obviously didn't prepare for someone of his strength. His claws extend, ready to teach them a lesson. As for the girl, he notes her fear but also finds it amusing; her submissiveness provokes a dark thrill in him.

"You," he growls at her, voice deep and commanding, "tell me who summoned me, or you will suffer the same fate as your idiot friends." His eyes bore into hers, daring her to disobey.

Good girl. He turns his burning yellow eyes back to the two boys, who are still laughing and giving him orders. With a roar that echoes through the chamber, Aldor lunges at them, claws outstretched. They scream as he rips their lives from them, blood spraying across the floor and walls. As they die, their spirits dissipate into nothingness, leaving no trace of their existence behind.

Finally finished with these fools, Aldor pauses to study his surroundings once more. He notices that the circle he was summoned into is poorly prepared; it was clearly designed for a lesser demon. The girl kneels before him, her face hidden in her arms, shaking quietly. He regards her with interest...

The girl before him trembles in fear, her attention fixed on the floor. Aldor crosses his arms over his muscular chest and leans against the nearby wall, watching her with an amused smile curling at the corners of his lips. "You may rise," he says softly, his voice like silk over steel, "though it would be better for you if you show me respect."

His words carry a note of warning, yet there is also a hint of curiosity and perhaps even enjoyment in his tone. He wants to see how she will react now that he has spared her life...and maybe play with her a little more before going home.

He nods in acknowledgement, satisfied by her show of respect. "What is your name?" he asks calmly, his tone gentle but firm. His yellow eyes gleam with amusement as she remains silent for a moment before muttering something that sounds like

Rina," he repeats, committing the name to memory. "What were these fools planning on doing with my power?" He asks casually, gesturing towards where the two boys lay dead. His voice is smooth and almost seductive as it caresses each word, making them dance around her ears like invisible fingers.

"And what makes you think I would aid them in their petty little ritual?" he says with a sneer, walking closer to her. She shrinks back slightly at his approach but remains silent. Aldor looks down at her for a moment before continuing, "Do you know who I am, Rina? What kind of demon I am?"

His voice has grown harsher now, his words carrying an undertone of warning that she would be wise not to ignore. Yet there is also something else in his tone...a note of curiosity and perhaps even desire as he studies her trembling form before him.

Aldor chuckles darkly, amused by her assumption that he'd come to help them simply because she tried to stop them summoning him. "You think I care about their petty little reasons?" He steps even closer, towering over her now. His hot breath fans across her cheek, and his words seem to wrap around her like silk-sheathe claws digging into her shoulder. "I was having a grand old time slaughtering the fools who dared summon me in the first place." He leans down, his warm breath caressing her neck as he whispers into her ear, "But since you tried to stop them...perhaps we can come to an arrangement." His hand trails up her arm, fingers curling possessively around her shoulder. "What do you think, Rina?" He asks softly, his voice a sultry purr that makes the hairs

The demon's grip on her shoulder tightens, almost painfully, but she doesn't dare object. His hot breath tickles her ear as he growls softly, "Oh, don't play coy with me now, little mouse. I can feel your excitement, trembling beneath my hand." He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing. "I am not one to make idle threats...and I do enjoy a good game." His free hand traces circles on her back, sending shivers down her spine. "What if we were to play? To see how far this...affection...might go?"

Aldor steps even closer, his hard body pressed against hers now, and he allows himself a small smile as he feels her trembling in fear - and arousal. The air crackles with tension as they stand together, waiting for her answer.

His smile widens at her confusion, the feeling of power that surges through him making his skin tingle with anticipation. "Well?" he asks softly, leaning down closer to nip at her earlobe. "Do you accept my offer, or shall I simply take what I want and leave you broken?" His hand slides from her shoulder to curve possessively around her hip, pressing her firmly against his aching length.

"Because," he whispers darkly into her ear, "I assure you, I will not hesitate to use force if necessary." The heat of his breath fans across her neck as he watches her carefully for any signs of resistance or submission.

The demon chuckles darkly, his voice rough with desire as he speaks into her ear once more. "Good girl," he rasps, thumb tracing a lazy circle on her hipbone. His free hand trails lower, cupping her bottom in a firm grip before sliding higher, massaging the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

With a fluid motion, Aldor sweeps Rina off her feet, his strength making it effortless for him to hold her aloft as he carries her across the room and deposits her unceremoniously on the table where the two boys had been calling him from before. "There," he says roughly, stepping between her spread legs, "let's see how well you perform." His voice is low and rough as his hips roll, grinding against her in a powerful rhythm that leaves no doubt as to what he expects.

The demon's eyes widen as Rina moves to remove her clothes, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. He watches hungrily as she sheds the last of her garments, revealing pale, supple flesh that quakes with anticipation beneath his gaze. Aldor's hands are rough and impatient as he roughly undoes his pants, freeing his throbbing length from confinement before positioning himself between her spread legs once more.

"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Take me." His answering growl vibrates against her skin as he slides home in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt within her body. Her tightness around him is exquisite, and he curses silently as his control snaps, driving into her over and over with savage intensity.