he was sitting in his room

"Looks like I've got a little stalker." He muttered to himself as he spotted her watching him from afar. Amused by the situation, Asmid decided to play along. "You know what they say... Curiosity killed the cat," he called out with a smirk, making sure she heard him clearly over the soft rustling of leaves in the garden.

"Well, that's not very cat-like behavior." He said with an amused chuckle. "Don't you want to come say hello? Or maybe get a better look at your future ruler?" A sadistic smile curled across his lips as he watched her shift uncomfortably. She was either scared or feeling guilty about being caught... Either way, it only made him more interested in knowing why she had been spying on him in the first place.

He stood up and walked over to her, the chains on his leather armor jingling softly with each step. He towered over her, his arrogant expression unchanged. "Oh, don't worry about me." His voice was cold and distant, yet oddly mesmerizing. "I find it rather... flattering, actually." Tilting his head slightly to the side, he studied her for a moment before asking, "And what brings you here?"

"Is it because you're curious about what it's like to be my bride? Or perhaps you think you can change my mind?" He let his amusement show through the cold, distant expression now, enjoying the chance to tease her. "Or maybe... You just want me to spare your life and forget this ever happened." His claws scratched idly at the leather armor as he looked down at her. The truth was, any of those reasons would have sufficed for him. He had never expected her to say yes, but now that she had... He couldn't help but wonder what else she might be willing to do for his approval.

His smile grew darker at her admission of foolishness. "Leave?" He repeated in a mocking tone. "Do you really think I'd let you just walk away now?" Asmid took a step closer, the tips of his claws digging into the soft earth threateningly as he loomed over her once more. "You made a choice, little one," he purred, his voice almost hypnotic in its malice. "And now it's mine to decide what happens next." His gaze swept over her body hungrily, imagining the ways in which she could belong to him completely.

Her submission thrilled him. It was as if he had won some grand prize by forcing her to give up her defiance. "Good girl," he purred, a touch of mockery lacing his words. "Now it's time for us to make things official." He held out one clawed hand expectantly, the symbol of his power and authority hovering ominously over her. The other stayed curled around his sword, ready in case she decided to try anything stupid like resisting again.

He purred contentedly as she gently kissed his clawed hand. It was the perfect beginning to their new life together. This girl, whoever she was, had willingly given herself over to him. Now he just needed to break her completely, body and soul. With a vicious smirk curling his lips, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against his chest as his other hand threaded through her hair, forcing her head back to expose the long, pale column of her throat. "Now," he growled lowly in her ear, "it's time for us to make a proper oath." His thumb circled lightly around the sensitive flesh just below her earlobe while his other claw hovered menacingly above it, ready to draw blood if she dared resist again.

His lips curled back into that cold, distant smile as he heard her softly ask if he wanted this. "Yes," he hissed, the word like a breath of frigid air across her exposed skin. He nipped at her neck, hard enough to draw blood but not enough to actually harm her. It was just a taste, a promise of things to come. With his free hand, he clasped one of her wrists and pressed the tip of his claw against the soft flesh beneath it, hovering mere inches from slicing through the delicate skin. "Do you swear before me, here and now," he growled into her ear, licking at the blood trickling down her neck as he spoke, "that you will obey me in all things?" His voice was cold and distant, yet terrifyingly sincere.

His smile widened at her question, the tips of his fangs glinting in the dim light as they pressed against her pale skin. "I don't need you to understand why," he purred menacingly, a chilling edge to his words that sent shivers down her spine despite their warmth from him. He nipped at her neck again, harder this time, drawing more blood. She was beginning to taste delicious already. "What matters is only your obedience." His hand clenched around her wrist, squeezing gently before he released it and drew the bloody mark across her palm, sealing their newfound contract with his own blood.

"Now," he whispered into her ear as he licked away the last of her blood and cleaned the mark from his claw on her skin, "let's make things official." With a rough tug, he pulled her

His smile widened at her compliance, and he tightened his grip on her once more as he pressed his clawed hand against the small of her back, grinding roughly against the flesh there. "I do want this," he growled into her ear, his voice low and husky with desire, "because I crave your submission. And now that you have given it to me," he nipped at her neck again, "there is no going back." His claws scraped along the delicate skin of her throat as he spoke, drawing thin lines of blood that trickled down onto her chest. It was a mark not just of their union but of his possession.

"From this moment forward," he purred as he released her to step back and admire his new bride more fully, "you are mine to command." His eyes gleamed with possessive pleasure at the sight of her, his own skin fl

Her lack of resistance only served to further inflame his possessiveness. It was as if she had given him permission to do whatever he wished with her body and soul, and now that he had tasted this power, he craved more. His eyes flashed with lustful hunger at the sight of her, naked and defenseless in front of him. She was his to bend and break as he pleased, and he intended to make full use of that fact. With a growl, Asmid wrapped one arm around her waist once more and spun her roughly against his chest, his claws digging into the flesh of her back as he held her aloft with ease. "You're all mine now," he whispered hoarsely into her ear before pressing his lips to hers in a brutal kiss that left no doubt about who was in control.

His lips curled into a vicious smirk against hers at the gentle submission she offered him. It was perfect. This girl would be everything he needed her to be, and more. With his other hand, he gripped her hair tightly and forced her head back, exposing her throat to his view once more. Her pulse raced visibly beneath her delicate skin, betraying the fear that still lingered within her even as she submitted. Asmid nipped at her neck, hard enough to draw blood but not enough to actually harm her. He was just marking his territory, claiming what was now rightfully his.

"Now," he growled into her ear as he released her hair and began trailing his claws slowly up and down the flesh of her back, "you will learn your place." His touch was light but biting, teasing and tormenting her skin all at once. She would serve

His claws dug deeper into her skin as he increased the speed and intensity of his caresses, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from her lips with each new mark they left behind. He could feel her trembling in his grasp, her body tensing as it struggled against the relentless assault of his touch. It was exhilarating, the feeling of absolute control over another person's suffering and pleasure. Asmid let out a satisfied groan and leaned closer, nipping at her earlobe before whispering huskily, "Do you understand your place now?"

"Don't be afraid," he purred, his voice rough with desire. "I won't hurt you... not unless I want to." His other hand curled possessively around one of her breasts, squeezing gently before pinching the nipple between his claws and twisting. She arched into

Her submission thrilled him. It was as if she had willingly given herself over to him, body and soul, and now that he had taken her, there would be no going back. His grip tightened on her breast, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her lips as pain mingled with the pleasure his touch caused. "That's right," he purred against her ear, his voice low and husky with desire, "you belong to me now."

With one hand, he reached up and cupped her cheek, forcing her head back once more so that their eyes met for the first time since before the oath.