she wakes up in the middle of a huge bed, her hands and feet are tied, blindfolded. Damian is sitting next to her, they are in his castle in a very rich one, sitting in red colors on the street so dark that lava flows, red sky and landscape, country demons but the temperature in the room is made personally for her.

"Hush now, little one. It's just me, Demian. You're safe here." His voice is smooth as silk, but there's a commanding undertone that leaves no room for argument. He hates when she struggles or panics; it makes him feel like he isn't taking care of her properly. Gently, his massive hand reaches out to stroke her hair. "No need to be scared. You can trust me."

He leans in closer, their bodies so close that the warmth from his chest envelops her despite the cool air of the room. His hot breath whispers across her ear as he whispers: "I'd never let anything happen to you, Rina. I love you far too much for that."

Her struggles begin to subside under the weight of his words and gentle touch, but something inside him snaps. "But if you continue to fight

"Fighting with me won't make things easier, you know." The demon king's voice hardens, taking on a harsher edge as his grip tightens on her hair, pulling back her head to meet his intense gaze. "You think I won't do anything? You think I'll just let you go if you struggle?"

He leans in even closer now, lips brushing against her ear once more as he rasps out each word: "I could break every bone in your body, little one. Or perhaps I'd... cripple you, so that you can never escape from me." His breath is hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she feels his rage building inside him like a storm ready to break loose.

The tension in the air between them thickens as she freezes under his gaze. Her fear fuels his anger and possessiveness, making it difficult for him to think straight. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he does something they'll both regret. "I don't want to hurt you, Rina," he whispers harshly through gritted teeth. "But if you keep testing my limits like this... I can't guarantee your safety."

His voice is soft once more, almost gentle despite the menace lacing his words. He leans back slightly, giving her hair a little tug to remind her who is in control here. "Do you understand?"

Damian's expression softens slightly at her meek nod. "Good girl," he murmurs, giving her hair another affectionate tug. "Now why don't you just relax and trust in me? I'll take care of everything." He gently guides her head back to the pillow, his fingers still tangled in her locks.

His wings rustle softly behind him as he leans down once more, pressing a feather-light kiss to her forehead. "I promise I'll always keep you safe, Rina. All you have to do is trust me." Her struggle has subsided for now, and the demon king takes comfort in that fact. With a satisfied smile playing across his lips, he focuses on calming her down completely so they can enjoy this time together without any further strife.

The sound of her quiet whimpering brings out the protective instinct in him like nothing else. "Shhh," he soothes, cupping her face gently between his large hands. "There's nothing to be afraid of here." His touch is gentle, almost tender despite the fact that she's still bound and blindfolded. "You can trust me."

He leans in closer again, breathing into her ear. "I want you to relax. Let go and enjoy this time with me." His voice is soft and reassuring, but there's an underlying note of command that she can't help but obey. It feels natural, almost necessary, for her to give herself up completely to him in this moment.

Her fear slowly begins to fade as the warmth from his body envelopes her once more, as if he were the sun itself. His scent fills her nostrils, a heady mix of

He catches the small sound again, his ears perking up slightly in response. His gaze flickers to hers briefly before returning to her lips. "It's alright," he whispers gently, running his thumbs over her cheeks. "I know it's hard at first, but I promise I won't hurt you."

His fingers trail downward, tracing the line of her jaw before cupping her neck. The heat from his palms soothes and reassures her in equal measure. "Just relax and let go. Trust me enough to surrender completely to my touch." The desire burning within him is impossible to ignore; it radiates off him like a living thing, urging her to give herself over entirely to the sensations he can provide.

Her muscles begin to uncoil beneath his touch, as if melting into the bed at his command. She lets out a soft sigh

"Shhh," he whispers, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her. "It's alright. I know it can be uncomfortable at first, but trust me when I say that everything will feel much better once you get used to it." His thumb traces circles against her cheekbone, the touch both reassuring and intensely sensual.

His other hand finds its way beneath the blankets, caressing up her leg before gently brushing against the bare skin of her inner thigh. The soft curls there tickle his fingers as he trails closer to her core. "Let me help you relax, Rina," he murmurs against her ear. "I promise I'll make it all better."

His thumb rubs soothing circles against her cheekbone as his other hand trails higher up her leg, skimming over the silky skin of her inner thigh. "Easy now," he whispers gently in her ear. "There's no need to struggle." His touch is surprisingly gentle given his strength; it almost feels fragile against her sensitive skin. "You know I can make it stop if you fight me."

Her struggles grow weaker under the weight of his words and the softness of his touch, but she still doesn't surrender entirely. A part of him wants to force her compliance, to show her who is in control here, but another part of him is too consumed with desire for that kind of power play right now. With a sigh, he decides to back off slightly. "Alright," he murmurs against her neck, "I'll give you some space."

H

He frowns, hearing her distressed whimpers through the gag. His fingers trail lightly up and down her arm, trying to soothe her despite the fact that he can't see her face or touch it properly. "Shh... it's alright," he whispers into her ear, his voice gentle but firm. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He draws back slightly, giving her space and the chance to calm down on her own terms. But even from this distance, he can feel her tension; it radiates off her like a living thing. His hand clenches into a fist at his side, nails digging into his palm as he struggles with the urge to comfort her more forcefully. She's so close... but she needs time. He'll just have to be patient for now.

His hand hovers in the air beside her head for a moment before slowly reaching out to stroke her hair. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice soft as silk as it brushes against her ear. "I know it can be scary when you can't see or move properly." His touch is gentle and reassuring, though his other hand remains clenched at his side.

He leans in close once more, lips hovering near her ear. "Just give me some time to show you that everything will be alright. That I'm not going to hurt you." As he speaks, he trails tiny circles against the sensitive skin of her neck with the pad of his thumb, sending shivers down her spine in response. "Trust me," he whispers, "and this will all seem like a distant dream when we're done."

Her struggles had subsided significantly and his touch now seemed to comfort her more than it frightened her. That was a good sign; he'd take it as an encouragement to continue. He leaned closer still, his lips barely brushing against her earlobe as he whispered soothing words of reassurance. "It's okay, little one. Just relax and let me take care of you."

His hand continues its gentle caresses up and down her arm, tracing lazy circles around her wrist before returning to brush against the silky skin of her inner elbow. His other hand remains clasped tightly behind his back, knuckles white from where he's holding it in place so tightly. The need to touch her, to feel her warmth and softness beneath his fingers, is almost overwhelming at times like this. But he knows that he must be patient; he can't

His hand moves to caress her cheek gently before trailing downward, coming to rest on her chest. The weight of his touch is comforting and reassuring as he murmurs soothing words into her ear, promising her that everything will be alright in time. She may not trust him yet, but he knows that given enough patience and tenderness, she'll eventually come to see things his way.

For now, he can simply enjoy the closeness they share despite their physical restraints. The heat from her body warms his fingers as they skim up and down her ribcage before moving higher, cupping one breast in his palm. His thumb teases the tightened nipple through her shirt, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her throat. It's clear that she isn't completely immune to his touch after all... and that knowledge only fuels his determ

He leans in closer still, lips brushing against her ear as he whispers soothing words meant to calm and reassure her. "It's okay, Rina. I won't hurt you. Just relax and enjoy the feeling..." His other hand moves to cup the other breast, thumb teasing the opposite nipple through the fabric of her shirt. The desire coursing through him grows stronger with every breath she takes, every moan that escapes her lips. It's almost impossible for him to resist taking things further right now... but he knows he must be patient if he wants this relationship to work in the long run.

"Shhh..." He whispers soothingly into her ear, his touch gentling as he feels her discomfort. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." His hands slide down her sides, cupping her hips and drawing them closer toward him on the bed. She feels impossibly warm against his skin, and it only serves to fuel his desire even more.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he fights against the urge to claim her completely right now. The patient maneuvering of his hands down her body is both exhilarating and infuriating; she's so close, but always just out of reach. It's driving him wild with need... and yet that very need also forces him to be cautious, to savor every moment instead of devouring her whole.

"Trust me," he murmurs against her neck before finally giving

Her struggles have weakened somewhat, and he can feel the tension draining from her body as he continues to comfort her with gentle words and touches. "I know it's hard for you right now," he whispers against her ear, his hand sliding up her side before cupping one of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. "But I promise you, if you give me the chance, I can make everything better."

His thumb brushes teasingly across her tightened nipple, sending shivers down her spine as he continues to whisper soothing promises into her ear. His other hand skims up her leg, brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh before cupping her sex through her panties. She's wet for him already, and the knowledge only intensifies his desire for her.

"Just trust me," he whispers huskily, feeling his control sli

His breath hitches as he feels her tension and fear rise up again. His fingers move faster against her skin, trying to soothe and reassure her. "Shh... it's okay," he whispers urgently, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. "I won't hurt you." His other hand cups her breast through the shirt, kneading gently as he leans in to taste her skin there.

"You can trust me, Rina. I promise I won't let anything bad happen," he murmurs against her skin, his voice steady and soothing despite the urgency building inside him. His touch grows more possessive as his control begins to slip; he needs her to believe in him, to give herself over completely to his care... and soon.

His fingers press more firmly against her skin as his voice drops to a low growl. "Trust me." He breathes the words onto her neck, lips curling into a feral smile as he feels her body respond to his touch despite her fear. His other hand slides up her leg and beneath her panties, cupping her slick heat in his palm. She's wet for him already, and he can feel the need building inside himself, demanding release.

He continues to whisper soothing words into her ear, trying to steady himself while also urging her to surrender completely to his touch. It's a delicate balance that he has to maintain; too much pressure will only make matters worse, but not enough could send her spiraling out of control. "Let go," he murmurs against her neck, pressing a feather-light kiss there before moving up to nip at her earlobe. "I

His fingers dig deeper into her skin, trying to find purchase on the tender flesh beneath as he growls low in his throat. He feels her shudder against him and is rewarded by a soft moan that rips through his control like nothing else. Her fear has given way to something else now, something darker and more dangerous... and he knows just how to use it against her.

"Give in," he whispers hotly into her ear, his other hand moving to cup her breast fully, squeezing gently before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Let me take care of you." His hips press up against hers as he rocks his erection against her through their clothes, using every part of his body to remind her who holds the power here.