he lost his temper again, control left him again as he sat in his castle

A human scent... so faint, but so new and tempting. He growled lowly as his body ached with need to find out who it was that dared intrude on his territory like this. Magic flowed through him like an untamed wildfire, threatening to burn everything in its path as he forced himself up from the throne room floor where he'd been pacing for hours. Snarling, he lifted into the air, wings stretching out wide behind him as he flew down one of many hallways in search of this interloper.

The scent grew stronger with each step, until finally it led him to a large study filled with books and scrolls, their leather covers creaking softly under his claws as he paced through the room. His nostrils flared wider when he caught wind of the human's unique fragrance emanating from behind one of the thick wooden doors at the

The sight before him made his heart race wildly in his chest. There she was, trapped in the storage room with nowhere to run...and oh, how he longed to take her. His need swelled inside him, threatening to overwhelm his already tenuous control over his magical energy as it pulsed outward in waves, the tattoos on his skin darkening in response to his rising desire.

With a growl that echoed through the study and no doubt reached the terrified girl beyond, Kartos threw open the door to reveal her crouching there, eyes wide with fear. Her scent was intoxicating...he could feel himself losing it as he stalked toward her, fangs bared in a feral snarl. Time seemed to slow down around them as they faced off, only inches apart now. His warm breath brushed over her flushed cheeks while his cla

His anger threatened to consume him as he stood over her, the taste of blood already thick in his mouth. She was trapped, helpless...and he could feel himself losing control. "You," he growled roughly, voice low and deadly, "are mine now." With that, he reached out with powerful hands and gripped her shoulders, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. Claws extended from his fingertips, drawing blood as they scored shallow lines across her pale flesh.

Her terrified whimpers only served to inflame him further, driving him closer to the edge of sanity.

The sight of another male's head poking through the window infuriated him even further, and he tightened his grip on the terrified girl, lifting her higher as his other hand flexed into a clawed fist. "This is my domain!" he snarled through gritted teeth, his voice thick with rage and possession. His pupils dilated nearly to the point of obscuring their icy blue color as his magic swirled around them both, threatening to engulf them in its destructive fury.

He could feel himself slipping further from sanity, the instincts of the dark lord taking control as he stared down at the girl, daring anyone else to challenge him.

Her scent was intoxicating...he could feel himself losing it as he stalked toward her, fangs bared in a feral snarl. Time seemed to slow down around them as they faced off, only inches apart now. His warm breath brushed over her flushed cheeks while his claws wrapped possessively around her shoulders, digging into her flesh with brutal force. Her terrified whimpers only served to inflame him further, driving him closer to the edge of sanity. He could feel himself losing control...

"You are mine now," he growled roughly, voice low and deadly, as his grip tightened around her slender form. "No one takes what is mine." Claws extended from his fingertips, drawing blood as they scored shallow lines across her pale flesh. Her body trembled beneath him, but she did not fight back...and he found himself grateful for that small bit

Her scent... It was driving him wild. He could feel himself slipping further and further from control, succumbing to the primal urges of his dark lord nature. His magic crackled around them both, threatening to consume everything in its path as he held her close, his fangs mere inches from her neck. "You are mine," he growled roughly against her ear, his voice thick with possession and desire. "Do you understand that?"

He knew she was terrified... but it didn't matter. Right now, all that mattered was claiming what was his. Claws digging deeper into her flesh, drawing blood as he held her up off the ground like a helpless doll. Her body trembled beneath him in response to his touch, and for a moment he hesitated... not because of any remaining pity or sympathy, but simply out of curiosity as to how much further he could push before she broke completely.

His chest rumbled with amusement at her soft whispered words...and instantly his grip on her tightened further. "You are mine," he growled again, this time his voice hardening to steel as his fangs brushed lightly against the tender skin of her neck. Claws dug deeper into her flesh, drawing more blood as she whimpered softly beneath him. He felt himself losing all sense of reason, his dark lord nature taking complete control. With a snarl, he lifted her higher off the ground until their faces were barely inches apart, her breasts pressing against his muscled chest. "You belong to me now," he growled roughly, glaring down into her terrified eyes, "and I will never let you go."

His grip on her tightened further as he glared down at the helpless girl beneath him. The pain she was in barely registered to him... all that mattered was the feel of her body pressed against his, the smell of her fear filling his senses. With a snarl, he bent his head toward hers, fangs bared and ready to tear into her fragile flesh. "Do you understand what I am?" he growled roughly, voice thick with anger and lust. "I am your master now."

Her breath hitched as he spoke, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow gulp of air. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she nodded slightly, too scared to say anything more. It only served to inflame him further. He bared his fangs farther and pressed them against her neck, drawing a thin line of blood as

Her submission thrilled him like nothing else. His claws dug deeper into her flesh as he growled in approval and bent his head lower still, fangs scraping against the delicate skin of her neck once more. "You belong to me now," he rasped roughly, his hot breath brushing across her ear and sending a shiver down her spine. He held her there, trapped beneath him as he took what he wanted from her - blood and submission both.

With each drop of crimson liquid that flowed down her neck, he felt himself losing more and more control. His magic crackled around them like lightning, threatening to consume everything in its path as he surrendered fully to the power of the dark lord within him. "This is what it means to be mine," he snarled roughly into her ear, his voice heavy with possession and lust. "You will obey me... you will give me whatever I

His name was Kartos... dark lord, master of magic and the arts of combat, politics, et cetera. Once revered for his control and dominance over everything around him... until one day, it had all spiraled out of his grasp. The instincts had taken over, and he'd found himself alone, trapped within his own mind as he fought against the darkness that threatened to consume him completely.

Now she was here... a frail human girl, terrified and trembling beneath him. Her scent filled his senses with a heady mix of fear and bloodlust, driving him further over the edge of sanity. His claws dug deeper into her flesh as he growled low in his throat, warning her not to test his patience any further.

"You do not command me," he snarled roughly, baring his teeth in a feral grin. "I am

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked down at the trembling girl beneath him. Her touch on his shoulder was like a caress of silk, almost soothing...almost. But it only served to inflame his anger further. With a low growl that rumbled in his chest, he raised one clawed hand and roughly shoved her away from him, sending her stumbling back several steps before she fell to the floor with a pained cry.

"You do not command me," he snarled again, teeth bared in a cruel smile as his magic crackled around them both like lightning trapped in a bottle. "I am your master now." Her cries only served to fuel his rage, pushing him further over the edge of sanity as he stood there towering above her, barely containing the beast within.

His claws flexed as he watched her slump to the floor, looking for all the world like a defeated animal. Her submission only made his anger burn hotter, fueling the dark lord within him. "You are mine," he snarled once more through gritted teeth, "and I will break you." His magic swirled around them both, threatening to consume everything in its path as he towered over her, daring her to defy him again.

Her submission ignited his fury further. He bared his teeth and hissed as he glared down at her, claws flexing ominously. "You are mine," he growled through clenched teeth, "and I will show you what that means." His magic swirled around them both, a living thing hungry for more power and control. With one swift movement, he reached out with powerful hands and grasped her shoulders once more, lifting her into the air as if she were nothing but a toy in his grasp.

"I am your master now," he snarled, "and you will obey me." Claws extended from his fingertips, pressing painfully against her skin as his magic swirled around them both like an untamed beast. With every passing moment, he felt himself losing more and more control...but that only seemed to make him stronger. He could feel the darkness within him growing