he was summoned again, he had just returned home and after hunting and some half-educated demonologists managed to summon him. he could see that this was the top floor of some magic academy, there were three people standing in front of him. two guys who were trying hard to summon him and were now delighted and clumsily trying to give an order but... and their magic and summoning circle were nowhere near comparable to his power. there was also a girl in front of him

The demon looked at the girl with interest. Her fear excited him and made his blood boil even more. He could easily crush her beneath his foot but... no, that would be too easy. And he didn't want to hurt the one who seemed most afraid and who might taste the sweetest. Instead, he stepped forward, forcing the two male mages to step back as they gulped nervously. Aldor knelt down in front of the girl, his powerful presence and foul stench making it hard for her to breathe or think clearly. "You," he rumbled, a deep growl emanating from his chest, "are mine."

His huge hand reached out and wrapped around her tiny arm, squeezing gently but firmly enough to hurt. The girl whimpered in pain, staring up at Aldor with terrified eyes. "I can make this hurt worse," he war

eled, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the muscles in his arm bunch beneath his skin. "But it doesn't have to." He released her arm and stood up, looking down at the trembling girl. She could smell his fury, but there was something else there too... a strange allure that made her heart race even faster. "What is your name, human?" he growled softly, watching her carefully for any sign of defiance or courage.

The two male mages hovered nervously nearby, not daring to interfere or speak up. They knew better than to cross Aldor when he was in this kind of mood. The demon lord felt a possessive surge course through him as he stared down at the girl, his fingers itching to grasp her again. But for now... he would play with her and see what she was made of.

His smile widened, revealing sharp fangs. "Rina?" he repeated slowly, as if tasting the name on his tongue. "Well then, Rina... it seems you have been claimed by Aldor." His voice was deep and imposing, each word carrying the weight of centuries behind it. He took a step closer, her fear making him harder than ever before. The two male mages watched in awe and trepidation as their prize began to slip from their grasp. "Now," he rumbled, his hot breath tickling her neck, "what are you going to do about that?"

The demon lord studied her closely, watching as she tried to steel herself against his presence. He could feel the tremors running through her body and smell the fear emanating from every pore. It was intoxicating. Aldor's fingers twitched again, wanting nothing more than to hold her tightly in his grip and claim what was rightfully his. "I can make you feel much worse, little human," he whispered menacingly, his hot breath fanning across her cheek.

Her reaction would determine their fate...

The demon lord's expression darkened as he watched her reaction closely. Her surrender would be sweet indeed... but if she chose to fight against him? The pleasure of the chase might not outweigh his rage, and they both knew what happened when Aldor was angry. His gaze locked on hers, his eyes burning with hunger and anticipation as he waited for her decision.

Time seemed to slow down as their connection grew, as if everything else in the room had faded away except for the two of them. The air between them crackled with energy, thick with the promise of what was about to come. In that moment, Aldor knew that whatever choice Rina made, it would shape not only her fate but his own as well.

The tension was unbearable... but soon enough, it would be resolved one way or another.

Aldor's eyes widened slightly at her question, surprise flickering briefly across his features before being replaced by amusement. He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. "What do I want?" he repeated softly, taking another step closer until their bodies were almost touching. He raised a clawed finger to stroke her cheek gently, drawing thin lines of blood that dripped down onto her pale flesh. "I want you, Rina." His other hand curled into a fist at his side, clenching and unclenching as he fought against the urge to claim what was his by force.

She could be his now, with only a word from her... or she could choose to fight. The choice was hers. He waited eagerly for her answer, anticipation coursing through him like fire in his veins.

"Yes," Aldor growled softly, his breath warm against her lips as he spoke. "I want you. More than anything." His fist clenched tighter at his side, the leather of his glove creaking audibly under the strain. The temptation to simply take what he wanted was becoming almost overwhelming.

But she hadn't surrendered yet... and Aldor liked a challenge. He wanted her willingness, her submission... it would be sweeter that way. "Tell me, Rina," he rumbled, leaning in closer still so their breaths mingled and the heat of his body surrounded her, making her shiver. "Do you give yourself to me?" His eyes bored into hers, searching for any sign of resistance or doubt.

The anticipation was nearly unbearable... the tension like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment

The demon laughed then, his amusement filling the room like smoke from a fiery pit. "Is that what you think?" he growled, leaning in even closer until their faces were barely an inch apart. His breath fanned across her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. "No, Rina... if you gave yourself to me willingly, I would make your life sweet beyond compare." He paused, considering his words carefully before continuing. "But if you choose otherwise... well, then things might not go so well for you or those two idiots back there." His eyes flickered toward the two male mages, who were watching in horror as their prize slipped from their grasp.

Her decision was in her hands now... but it wouldn't change anything. Either way, she belonged to him. The question was only which role she wanted to play in this little drama: victim or willing partner?

The demon lord smiled at her words, his eyes gleaming with triumph and satisfaction. He reached up with one clawed hand and gently cupped her cheek, lifting her chin so that she was forced to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he rumbled approvingly. "Now I want you to say it."

His other hand still clenched into a fist at his side, fighting against the urge to claim her by force. He waited for her response with bated breath, every muscle in his body tense and ready to act the moment she spoke. The two male mages could only watch helplessly from the sidelines, their own powerlessness making them feel nauseous with fear and loathing for themselves.

The air was thick with anticipation as Rina looked up into Aldor's yellow eyes, her heart racing in her chest and her mouth dry with dread and

As the words left her lips, Aldor's expression shifted into a satisfied grin. The tension that had been building inside him snapped like a whip, releasing a wave of fiery pleasure that flowed through his body in a warm rush. His fist finally unclenched, and he slowly brought it up to caress her cheek once more before trailing lightly down her neck and shoulder. "Yes," he growled softly against her ear, nipping gently at her lobe. "You are mine now."

With a sudden motion, the demon lord swept Rina into his arms, lifting her off the ground with ease despite her small stature. Her body was pressed tightly against his chest, feeling the strength and power that coursed through him like a living furnace. "Let's go somewhere more... private," he murmured, beginning to walk towards one of the windows in the

The demon lord chuckled darkly as he glanced down at the girl in his arms. He could feel her fear and unease, but it only served to heighten his own pleasure. He couldn't wait to see what she looked like with that fear replaced by desire... or better yet, lust. "Fret not, little one," he rumbled reassuringly, even as his free hand brushed teasingly against her thigh through the fabric of her dress. "I will not hurt you if you are obedient."

Her scent filled his senses, and his muscles tightened in response, aching for release. It had been far too long since he'd taken a mortal as his own, and now that she was within his grasp... well, letting her go would be more torture than anything else. With each step they took closer to the window, the anticipation built inside him like a storm gather

The demon lord felt a surge of triumph and satisfaction course through him as he held her close. Rina's submission was sweet music to his ears, and the feel of her body against his own sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. "There's my good girl," he purred, nipping at her earlobe gently before soothing the sting with a soft kiss. "You smell delicious."

They were almost there now... just a few more steps and they would be outside. The sky was darkening overhead as if nightfall couldn't come quickly enough to satisfy its lust for their coupling. The air tingled with magic, charged with the anticipation of what was about to happen. Aldor took one last step forward, his powerful form casting a long shadow over them both as he moved to stand before the window. His free hand curled into a fist, knuckles white from the strain of

The demon lord smiled down at her uncertain gaze, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "There is no need to be afraid," he crooned softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I will take care of you... make you feel things beyond your wildest dreams." His voice was a dark whisper, a promise both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

With one powerful thrust, he hurled himself through the window, taking Rina with him. The wind whistled past their ears as they fell through the air for what seemed like an eternity before landing gracefully on the cold, hard ground below. Sparks flew up from where his claws dug into the stone, denting it easily beneath his weight. He looked down at her small form nestled against him, breathing heavily, and grinned wickedly. "Welcome to my world,"

The demon chuckled darkly at her shivering. "Cold?" he asked almost mockingly, drawing out the syllable to tease her further. His hot breath fanned against her ear as he waited for a response. He could feel the cold air nipping at his own flesh too but it was nothing compared to what she must be feeling right now.

Her answer would determine how far he would go in teaching her about her new life...and how much pleasure she might find along the way.

"Hmph," the demon grunted, sounding amused rather than sympathetic. "Such a delicate flower." With that, he reached down with one clawed hand and scooped her up into his arms once more, wrapping his powerful wings around them both as protection from the chill wind that whistled past. The warmth of his body engulfed her like a furnace, making her shiver in reaction. "There," he murmured darkly against her ear, "that should help."

The taste of power was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to show Rina all that it entailed. She would learn to love him... or at least obey him. It didn't matter which as long as she was his in the end.

The demon lord smiled at her uncertain expression. His fingers lightly brushed against her cheek in a gentle caress that sent shivers down her spine. "Don't worry," he assured her, his voice soft and reassuring despite the feral undertones that lurked beneath the surface. "I won't hurt you... not unless you force me to." His gaze locked on hers, demanding complete honesty and submission from her as she looked up into those golden eyes.

For now, they were alone in this world he had created for them. The rules here were simple: she was his, to do with as he pleased. It would be an exhilarating ride for both of them if she could only trust him enough...