Today he returns from hunting on the fiery plane to his castle

Well, that would be an interesting toy to play with. He thinks to himself before picking the girl up and carrying her over his shoulder back to his lair.

He chuckles softly at the human's discomfort and begins to run faster through the flames back to his lair. He drops her on a cold marble floor, feeling relieved that she wasn't burned even more by his touch. "Don't worry, little one," he whispers into her ear as he kneels beside her, "I won't let you suffer anymore." His words carry an almost gentle tone that are unlike his usual growling and roaring.

Aldor watches the girl struggle to catch her breath, panting loudly as she tries to cool off. Her skin feels hot to the touch and he can't help but wonder how much pain she must be in. Gently, he lifts her head up so that she looks at him with her reddened eyes. "Do you have a name, little one?" he asks softly, his voice almost comforting despite its rough edges.

"Well then, Rina," he says softly, "it's a pleasure to meet you." He smiles slightly, baring his fangs and showing his claws in the process. They aren't as long as some other demons', but they are still quite intimidating. "Now... why don't we get you cleaned up and cooled down before we talk any further?"

He extends a clawed hand towards her, offering to help her stand up if she wants to.

His sharp teeth glint dangerously in the dim light as he studies her reaction to his appearance. There's a strange mix of fear and curiosity dancing across her features, and it amuses him a bit. "Don't worry," he murmurs, "I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason to."

He begins leading her deeper into the lair, away from the burning heat of the surface. The temperature slowly drops as they descend farther down, making it easier for Rina to breathe and regain some of her strength. Soon enough, they arrive at a large bath filled with cool water, lit by flickering torches on the walls. "Why don't you take a dip?" he suggests with a small smile. "It will help you feel better."

He watches Rina carefully as she slips into the water, making sure that she doesn't injure herself further. The sight of her in the bath does strange things to his chest, and he has to remind himself that he should focus on why she's here rather than on her appearance alone.

When it seems like she is comfortable enough, Aldor walks over to a large throne-like seat made from blackened obsidian and sits down, propping his clawed feet up on the edge of the platform. "So," he says casually, "why don't you tell me how you ended up here?"

His voice holds an air of mock politeness that is almost amusing, but there's also a hint of genuine curiosity hidden beneath it. He crosses his arms over his broad chest as he waits for Rina to speak.

"Ah," Aldor says, raising an eyebrow at her story. "So your friend tried to scare you by pushing you through a portal, and it worked too well." He chuckles softly before continuing, "You're in my lair now, on the fire plane. It must have been quite a shock."

His eyes roam over her body once more, taking in her slight build and the pale color of her skin. The contrast between them is almost fascinating to him. He wonders what else she might be like under all that innocent exterior. "And you're injured," he notes, tilting his head slightly in acknowledgement. "You should be more careful next time."

There's a glint of gold near the throne that catches Aldor's eye; it looks like a jeweled collar laying there amidst the obsidian and fire. An idea begins

He glances back at the jeweled collar before focusing his attention on Rina again. "Well," he says with a small smile, "you're here now and might as well make the most of it." The idea forming in his mind begins to take shape; perhaps she could be useful, or even entertaining to have around for a while.

"Why don't you come closer?" he purrs, motioning her over with one clawed hand. "There's something I'd like to show you."

When Rina finally emerges from the water and approaches him, Aldor reaches out to caress her cheek with the back of his clawed hand. The touch is gentle but firm, and it leaves a trail of warmth in its wake. "I want you to wear this," he says softly, offering her the jeweled collar. "It will protect you from the fire and keep you safe while you're here."

His golden eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of resistance or fear. He wants her to trust him, at least a little bit; it would make things so much more interesting if she did.

Her hesitation doesn't go unnoticed, but it also doesn't dampen his interest in her. Aldor watches as Rina gingerly takes the jeweled collar from him, and he can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness rush through him at her touch. He suppresses the urge to growl or snarl; instead, he keeps his expression mostly neutral as he studies her reaction to the collar.

"There now," he says softly, running his clawed fingers along the smooth metal before looping it around her slender neck. "That should keep you safe and sound." As he secures the clasp at the back of her head, Aldor leans in closer, brushing his lips against her cheek. "Thank you for trusting me," he whispers into her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. "I promise I'll take

His lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile at her question. "I am Aldor, demon lord of the fire plane," he replies softly, his golden eyes burning with intensity. "And now that you're mine... you will be very well taken care of." He leans back in his throne, studying her carefully as she processes this new information. The possessiveness he feels for her grows stronger by the moment, and it thrills him in a way that he can't quite explain.

"Now," he says after a moment, his voice dropping lower still, "what do you say we find something for you to do while you're here?"

He raises an eyebrow at her question, amused by her uncertainty but also intrigued by her bravery in asking so directly. "You could serve me," he suggests softly, his voice almost velvety as it rolls across the room. "Become my little pet, my toy... whatever I desire." There's a predatory gleam in his eyes that makes Rina shiver involuntarily. "Of course," he adds with a chuckle, "it's not like you have much choice in the matter now, does it?"

His tail lashes back and forth impatiently as he watches her reaction to his words, half-expecting her to lash out or try to run away at any moment. But she remains where she is, seemingly caught between fear and curiosity. It only serves to make him want her more.

"Well," Aldor says with a pleased smile, "I'm glad you realize that." He tilts his head slightly, regarding her carefully as she lowers her head in submission. "I promise I'll take good care of you, Rina. You have nothing to fear from me... As long as you do as I say." His voice holds a hint of threat beneath the gentle tone, but it only serves to heighten the thrill that runs through him at having her so completely in his power.

"Of course not," he says with a laugh that holds no humor at all. "You are mine now. There is no returning to your pathetic human world, and even if there was, I wouldn't let you go back. You belong here with me." His eyes bore into hers as he speaks, holding her immobile under the weight of his will and power. Despite her fear, she cannot help but feel a strange thrill coursing through her at being so completely dominated by him.

"So," Aldor continues after a moment, "what do you say? Are you ready to serve me?" The question hangs in the air between them, waiting for her answer... or maybe not quite waiting; either way, she knows that there is no choice. This encounter has already been decided, and all that remains is for her to play out her role.

His eyes narrow slightly in amusement as she meekly agrees to serve him. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and raspy against her ear as he leans down to whisper into it. Her shiver of pleasure at his touch only serves to spur him on further; the idea of having this little human at his complete disposal is rapidly becoming more enticing with every moment that passes.

Aldor's tail lashes back and forth once more, its tip curling over the edge of the throne before returning to scratch impatiently at the obsidian floor. He wonders what sort of games he should play with her first...

His smile grows sharper as he watches her uneasy and vulnerable expression, and he knows that this is exactly how it should be. She's his now, completely at his mercy, and the thought of having complete control over her feelings and reactions sends a thrill coursing through him like fire itself.

"You're so delicious," he whispers into her ear, running a clawed hand down her spine before cupping her ass in his powerful grip. "So tense... So fragile." His other hand grips the back of her neck possessively as he forces her head up to meet his gaze.

His eyes blaze with hunger as he takes in her reaction to his touch, and his fingers dig deeper into her flesh. "You like that?" he growls huskily, voice rough and low as it vibrates against her skin. "Do you want more? Do you want me to touch you someplace else?" He pulls her roughly against him, pressing his hard length against her softness, feeling the heat of her body sear through his clothes.

With a groan, he spins them around so that she's straddling his lap, trapping one of her wrists between them as he uses the other hand to pin down her other shoulder. "Tell me what you want, little human," he demands, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles and causes a shiver to run through her. His hips thrust forward against hers in warning of what will happen if she doesn't answer quickly

"Well?" he growls, his impatience rising. "What do you want me to do with you?" He tightens his grip on her shoulder, digging his claws in just enough to draw blood as a warning of what else he's capable of. Her reaction only serves to arouse him further; the thought of being able to hurt her and make her feel pleasure at the same time is intoxicating.

His other hand slides up her body, coming to rest at the edge of her breast before cupping it roughly through the thin fabric of her shirt. With a groan, he squeezes roughly, eliciting a soft gasp from Rina that only fuels his desire to possess and dominate her completely.

His laughter echoes through the throne room as he takes her pained gasp as agreement to his touch. "Oh, don't worry," he assures her, voice still rough with lust, "I won't hurt you... not unless you ask me to." His hand cups her breast more firmly, pinching and twisting the soft flesh through the fabric of her shirt before releasing it with a Pop.

With his free hand, he unsnaps her bra and pulls it roughly away from her body, revealing her bare breasts to his predatory gaze. He groans at the sight, nipples already hard and peaked in anticipation. Cupping one breast in his hand, he rolls the tender peak between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Rina.

"That's it," he breathes against her ear, "

His other hand moves lower, trailing over her stomach and lower still until he reaches the hem of her shirt. With practiced ease, he rips it open, revealing more of her pale skin to his greedy eyes. Her bare abdomen feels impossibly hot beneath his touch, and he can't help but wonder how she would feel beneath him, feeling his weight pressing down on her helpless body. His fingers slide lower still, teasingly close to the tiny line of hair that leads to her most intimate place. He could easily push aside the last piece of cloth and claim her there and then, but he decides against it for now; he wants to make this last as long as possible.

"Enough with the clothes," he growls into her ear, "I want to see all of you." His words are a command, and without waiting for her to respond, his claws slide between her shoulder bl

His hand slides down her back, over her bottom, and between her legs as he hooks a claw into the fabric of her panties. With a savage rip, they're torn away, leaving her completely bare before him. "There you go," he murmurs, breath hot against her ear as his other hand grips one of her hips roughly. His fingers tease at her slit, parting the soft folds to reveal her wetness. She is achingly close already, and his touch only serves to make it worse. "You want this, don't you?" he demands, thrusting a finger inside her in

His finger begins to move inside her, stretching and filling her as he takes possession of her body in the most primal way possible. Her tightness surrounds him like a vice, driving him even further toward the edge of control. The feel of her soft, warm flesh against his claw only serves to heighten his need for more; soon enough, he'll be claiming every inch of her.

"That's it," he growls, thrusting his finger deeper inside her as she arches her back and cries out in pleasure. Her body quakes beneath him, convulsing around his fingers as she comes hard with a shattering cry. Even after she's spent, he continues to move within her, unable to resist the temptation of feeling this much power over another creature.

"You like that?" he asks roughly, his voice rough and demanding. "You like being my pet?" There's no

He thrusts roughly against her, feeling her slick heat grip him tightly as she trembles beneath him. She's so responsive, so deliciously helpless in his grasp that it sends a thrill through him unlike anything he's ever experienced before. He couldn't imagine letting her go now, even if she were to try; from the way she feels wrapped around him, he knows that they belong together.

"Do you want more?" he growls into her ear, nipping gently at the lobe as his fingers continue their relentless motion within her. His other hand slides up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing roughly through the fabric of her shirt as he pinches and rolls her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Tell me you want more," he demands, his voice harsher now with need. "Tell me

Her hesitation only serves to fuel his lust further. "I don't want you to be embarrassed," he growls roughly, "but I need to know." His free hand slides down her body until it cups the soft flesh between her legs once more, pressing and massaging her sensitive entrance with rough abandon.

"Say it!" he commands, his voice a harsh rasp as he bends his head closer to hers. "Tell me you want more!" His lips brush against her ear before nipping gently at the lobe, sending shivers down her spine.

His hand continues to move between her legs, circling and teasing as he awaits her reply. His other hand grips one of her breasts possessively, squeezing roughly through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her breath comes out in little gasps, and her body trembles with need beneath his touch. He knows that she wants more; it's written all over her face, in the way she responds to him.

"Tell me you want more," he growls again, his voice low and demanding as he leans down to whisper against her ear. "Say it."

His eyes narrow at her quiet reply, but the anger and frustration don't show on his face as he bites back a growl. This human is so delicious, yet so difficult to break; it only makes him want her more. He releases her breast roughly, his fingers digging into the flesh of her upper arm before swinging her around to straddle his lap once more. Her weight on his lap causes him to groan in need as he grabs her hips, holding her steady against him.

"Say it!" he snarls, lifting one of her wrists up over her head and pinning it against the throne. "Tell me what you want!" His other hand slides down between her legs again, teasing her swollen lips as his fingers begin to move faster, seeking release in the heat and tightness she provides.

Her pleading eyes meet his, filled with fear and uncertainty,