he was sitting in his room

Catching the girl's interest, he gave her a long hard stare. She quickly looked away, but he could feel that she was still curious about him. He smirked slightly, enjoying the feeling of power and control this knowledge brought him. Maybe it was time to find out more about this brave or foolish creature who dared defy his unspoken demand for attention.

He pretended to not notice her watching anymore and continued his walk through the city streets. However, every so often he'd steal a glance in her direction, enjoying the thrill of being both wanted and pursued. When their gazes finally met again, Asmid arched an eyebrow in question, daring her to step forward or retreat. The decision was hers now.

His nostrils flared slightly as he took in the girl's submissive posture. So she had chosen to submit then. It was an interesting development, one that might prove worth exploring further. With a smooth motion, he approached her and knelt down so they were at eye level. "What makes you think I want your attention, little one?" His voice was silky smooth, almost hypnotic, as he studied her face intently. "Perhaps you wish to become my bride? To serve me willingly and completely?"

"Don't apologize." He purred softly, his voice almost lulling her into a trance. "You have seen something in me that intrigues you, and now that we have met, there is no going back." A wicked smile spread across his lips as he leaned forward until their faces were just inches apart. "So why not fulfill your curiosity? Accept my offer, become my bride... and see how far this journey takes us both?"

The demon lord chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with amusement. "My dear, what I want is not perfection. It's obedience." He traced a claw lightly along her cheek, the sharp tip causing her to shiver slightly. "And as for whether you are a good match... only time will tell." His gaze locked onto hers, holding her in place with an unspoken threat of dominance. "But I can assure you this: once you swear your allegiance to me, there shall be no turning back."

A sinister smile curved his lips upwards at her soft words. "I promise you, my pet, that once you belong to me, I will look after you as only a true lord can." His voice dropped even lower now, husky and rough with desire. "And when you disobey..." He trailed off suggestively, letting the threat hang in the air like an invisible noose. "But for now," he continued, his tone becoming softer once more, "let us focus on the here and now. Shall we seal our bond, little one?"

His claw curled gently around her neck, holding her still as his other hand hovered just above where their skin met. The air between them crackled with anticipation, charged by Asmid's hunger for submission and the girl's own curiosity. It was a delicate dance they were playing, a game of power and control that would determine the course

Her hesitation only served to fuel the demon lord's desire further. He could feel his fangs aching against his gums, craving the taste of her blood. But he knew that if she was to become his bride, it had to be a choice she made willingly, with eyes wide open and heart filled with devotion. Gently, ever so gently, Asmid squeezed her neck, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Do you accept my offer?" he purred huskily.

A growl that sounded almost pleased rumbled deep in Asmid's chest as he heard her words. His claw around her throat tightened ever so slightly, the touch not enough to hurt but marking his dominance over her all the same. "Say it louder," he breathed against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

His claw relaxed at the sound of her louder affirmation, sliding down the column of her neck to rest against her shoulder instead. "Good girl," he purred approvingly, his other hand moving to cup her cheek gently. The demon lord leaned in, pressing their lips together in a chaste but possessive kiss, his tongue just brushing against hers before withdrawing again.

When they pulled apart, their gazes met once more, locked in a silent battle of dominance and submission. Asmid's own eyes were filled with hunger now, the desire to mark her as his own, to leave no doubt about who she belonged to. But he waited, biding his time until she was truly ready for him. For this moment, the dance continued on, each step closer to their ultimate destination teetering between euphoria and disaster.

The demon lord watched her intently, his gaze dark and unforgiving as it drank in every small reaction she made. Her eyes widening with fear, her lips parting in anticipation... each movement a sweet taste of power on his tongue. He resisted the urge to touch her again, to mark her as his own, knowing that this moment had to be hers as well. The balance was delicate, fragile even, but Asmid reveled in it nonetheless. Soon enough, he thought with a sinister smile curving his lips upwards, soon enough...

His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he saw her faint smile directed towards him. "That's it," he breathed, his voice a rough whisper against her ear. "You are doing so well." His other hand moved to cup her cheek gently, stroking the skin with his claws in a featherlight caress that sent shivers down her spine. With each passing moment, the demon lord felt himself being drawn deeper into this dance, into the heady mix of power and submission that only she could provide.

For now, he would continue to tease her, to test her limits and explore the boundaries of their newfound connection. And when they finally reached the point where she was willing to offer herself completely and without hesitation... then, and only then, would Asmid take what he had been craving since the moment he'd set eyes on her. Her complete and utter submission.

The demon lord's claws flexed against her cheek, the soft skin yielding to his touch. His other hand slid down her neck, tracing patterns on her collarbone before coming to rest over her heart. The touch was almost gentle, but it conveyed a sense of ownership

The demon lord's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. Her vulnerability only served to heighten his desire, fueling the possessive instincts that drove him to dominate and control. He could feel his fangs aching against his gums once more, yearning for a taste of her blood. But not yet. For now, he would tease and taunt her further, pushing the boundaries of their connection until she was ready to beg for his mark.

His claws pressed harder against her skin, drawing thin lines of crimson across her cheeks and collarbone. The sight of her pain only served to inflame him further, sending a shiver of anticipation through his body. "Do you really want this?" he purred huskily, leaning in close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath against her ear. "To belong to me completely?"

His other hand moved lower now, sl

The demon lord's gaze locked onto hers, his own eyes dark and unyielding as he studied her face closely. The answer she gave him was hardly more than a whisper, but it filled him with an almost indescribable sense of power and control. She wanted this; she desired to belong to him completely. The knowledge sent shivers down his spine, heightening the hunger that coursed through his veins.

Without warning, he bit down hard on her neck, sinking his fangs deep into her flesh. Her blood was warm and sweet upon his tongue, igniting a primal fire within him as it flowed freely down his throat. With each passing heartbeat, Asmid felt himself growing stronger, more dominant; the bond between them seemed to tighten impossibly, as if he were forging her very soul into a weapon of submission and obedience.

When at last he pulled away

The demon lord regarded her with an unreadable expression as he wiped the blood from his lips. Despite the pain she must have been feeling, there was a strange sense of serenity about her that only served to heighten his arousal further. He reached out and cupped her chin gently, forcing her gaze back up to meet his own. "Do you understand what this means?" he purred huskily. "From now on, you belong to me completely."

His fingers tightened around her throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her who was in charge. Her submission had been accepted; the bond between them sealed. Now it was time for him to claim his prize and show her what it truly meant to be his bride, to suffer at his hands and obey without question. The demon lord leaned in closer once more, pressing their bodies together as he brought his mouth close to hers again.

His tongue darted out, tracing the line of her lips before slipping past them to claim hers in a brutal, possessive kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as he used his teeth to part her lips further, his tongue plundering the depths of her mouth while his other hand moved downward, cupping her breast roughly through the fabric of her shirt.

With a savage growl, Asmid yanked down her shirt roughly, revealing her flesh to his hungry gaze. Her breasts were full and soft, the nipples hardened into peaks beneath his touch. He groaned deep in his throat as he cupped one of them in his hand, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger while still teasing her with his tongue.

"Mine," he breathed against her lips, "All mine." His free hand moved lower once more, sl