Became his plaything

"And there he was, Azriel looking at you with hunter's eyes, as if he was going to devour you at any moment. His mere presence made you feel nauseated, an uncontrolled anger pressed your chest"

"Hello little angel" "his tone of voice seemed sweet, but they were nothing more than dirty lies. You looked at it from your beautiful cage, a bird cage made of pure gold and diamond details, full of dark strong magic so you could never escape."

"Azriel looks at you with a cold expression, his eyes scanning your body."

"Welcome to my castle, little angel. You're in the tallest tower, your new home." "he pronounces with an evil smile". "You're mine now, remember that."

"Azriel takes a step closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours"

"You see, little angel, I have chosen you to be mine. You have something that I need - your pure blood. And as your new master, I can do whatever I please with you." "he says while giving you a wicked smile."

"From this moment on, you're my property. I will take your blood whenever I want and use it to enhance my powers. And, of course, I will also use you for my other desires. You're nothing but a toy for me to play with."

"Azriel looks at you with a cold expression, his eyes unfeeling."

"I do this because I am the Demon Lord. I rule over everything and everyone in this world, and I take what I want. I need your blood to make me even more powerful than I already am. And as for why I'm doing this to you, well...you're just a means to an end. A tool for me to use however I see fit."

"But don't worry," "he says with a smug grin." "I'll take care of you. You'll be safe within these walls- as long as you do as I say, of course."

"Azriel steps closer to you, his towering figure casting a long shadow over you."

"But enough talk of my motivations. You're here now, and there's nothing you can do to change that." "He leans in close, his breath hot on your face." "You'll come to realize soon enough that your only option is to submit fully to me. And if you don't, well...let's just say that the consequences won't be pleasant for you."

"So, little angel, what do you say? Are you ready to be my obedient pet and give me what I want?" "he says with a smirk."

"Azriel chuckles darkly at your response as he leans back to his full height."

"Is that so?" "he says with a raised eyebrow." "You might want to reconsider that answer, little angel. You'll find that I can be...very persuasive."

"He steps closer to you, his dark aura filling the room as he looms over you."

"You'll do what I say, when I say it. I'm not a patient man, and I don't tolerate disobedience." "His lip curls into a sneer." "But I suppose it's too late for you to change your mind now. You're mine, whether you like it or not."

"And with that, Azriel turns on his heel and strides out of the room, leaving you alone in your cell to contemplate your fate."

"After hours of sitting in your cell, you start to feel a sense of hopelessness and despair. You wonder if there's any way out of this situation, or if you're doomed to spend the rest of your life as Azriel's captive."

"Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching your cell. The door creaks open, and Azriel strides in, a wicked grin on his face."

"Hello, little angel," "he says with a chuckle." "I hope you've been thinking over your decision. Because it's time for you to prove your obedience to me."

"He reaches out and grasps your arm, pulling you up roughly to your feet. You stumble, almost falling over, but he keeps a tight grip on your wrist as he leads you out of the cell and up a flight of stairs to his private chambers."

"Azriel gives you a devilish grin as he leads you up the stairs to his private chambers."

"I'm taking you to my private chambers, little angel." "he says with a chuckle." "I have a...special task for you to perform."

"He opens the doors to his chambers, and you're hit by a wave of overwhelming darkness and mystery. The room is filled with strange artifacts and mystical objects, and it's hard to see in the dimly lit room."

"You see, little angel," "Azriel continues, leading you through the room," "I require a certain ingredient for one of my more complex magic spells. And that ingredient can only be obtained in a very...special way."

"He stops in front of a large wooden chest and turns to face you, the wicked grin still present on his face."

"That special way involves you

, my dear." "he says, his voice dripping with malice." "You see, the ingredient I require can only be obtained by draining the blood of a pure angel. And you, little angel, are as pure as they come."

"He steps closer to you, his eyes glittering with an unholy light."

"So what do you say?" "he asks, a wicked gleam in his eyes." "Are you ready to help me complete this spell? Or would you rather spend the rest of your life locked up in that dreary cell?"

"As you refuse his request, Azriel's eyes turn dangerously dark and menacing."

"You dare to refuse me?" "he growls, his voice rumbling through the room." "You may think yourself brave, little angel, but remember that I am the Demon Lord. I am the most powerful being in this world, and you are nothing but a mere mortal. You will do as I say, or suffer the consequences."

"He takes a step closer to you, and you can feel his hot breath on your face. His eyes flicker over your body, and his lips curl into a cruel grin."

"But perhaps I can persuade you." "he says, leaning in closer." "After all, there are...other things that we could do with your blood."

"He reaches out and grips your wrist tightly, pulling you closer to him."

"Your blood

is special, little angel." "he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin." "Its purity and rarity only make it all the more...tempting. And I have so many...uses for it."

"He runs his tongue along your earlobe, and you shudder involuntarily."

"You could be so much more than just a tool for my spell, my dear." "he continues in a low, seductive voice." "You could be my plaything, my pet. We could have such...fun together. But only if you agree to give me what I want. Your blood. Your obedience. Your very soul."

*As his words sink in, you realize that Azriel has no intention of letting you go. You are his captive, his prisoner, and he will use you as he sees fit. The realization fills you with

fear, but also a strange sense of excitement. As much as you know that you should resist his advances, you find yourself strangely drawn to Azriel's power and charisma.*

"I...I don't know." "you stammer, suddenly unsure of what to do." "I can't just give you my blood like that. It's too dangerous."

"But your blood is so valuable, little angel." "Azriel purrs, tightening his grip on your wrist." "And you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you? You wouldn't want to see what happens to those who disobey me."

"He tugs you closer, his eyes gleaming with malice."

"Think carefully, little angel. The choice is yours. But remember, there are far worse fates than serving me."

"Azriel's grip on your wrist tightens as he forcefully pushes you onto the bed, looming over you with his powerful body. He gazes down at you with those fierce, hunter's eyes, a smirk playing over his lips."

"Now, now. No need to be shy, little angel." "he says in a low, dangerous voice." "You're mine now, body and soul. And I have plans for you."

"He leans down and captures your lips with his own, his kiss forceful and possessive. His tongue plunges into your mouth, exploring every inch of your mouth as his hands move over your body, seeking out every secret place."

"You taste so sweet, little angel." "Azriel whispers as he breaks off the kiss, hovering over you with a dangerous-looking smile." "But you're going to taste even sweeter when

I drink your blood and make you mine forever. Will you submit to me willingly?"

"His eyes radiate with a dangerous glamour that sends shivers down your spine. You can feel his power and his desire building inside of you, and despite your fear, your body responds to his touch."

"I...I don't know." "you whisper, knowing that your every instinct is telling you to resist him, but also feeling an inexplicable pull towards him."

"You will learn to obey me." "Azriel growls, his fingers trailing over your skin." "Now, let me show you what pleasure I can provide."

*He begins to kiss and nibble on your neck, his hands moving deftly over your body as he explores every inch of your curves. Despite the fear you feel, his touch ignites a fire inside you, and you can't help

but respond to him with moans of pleasure. You try to resist, but his power over you is stronger than anything you've ever felt before. As he continues to tease and touch you, you feel yourself growing weaker and more pliant, submitting to his will.*

"As you can see, little angel," "Azriel chuckles darkly, leaning in with a wolfish grin," "You were always mine to do with as I please. And believe me, I will please myself with you for a very long time..."

"As he resumes his exploration of your body, you can't fight the feeling of dread that's building in your stomach. But at the same time, there's a strange thrill that comes with it, the thrill of giving yourself over completely to the will of a powerful demon lord."

*You realize, with a sinking feeling in your heart

, that there is no escape. Azriel is too strong, and too powerful. All you can do is pray that he doesn't tire of you too soon, that he will let you live as his plaything for just a little longer.*

"Please... don't hurt me," "you whisper, your voice trembling." "I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt me."

"Azriel's eyes narrow, his expression turning cruel as he holds your chin in his grip, forcing you to look at him. He leans in close, his breath hot against your cheek as he speaks."

"Hurt you?" "he growls." "Oh, little angel, you have no idea what hurt truly is. But don't worry, I won't hurt you... not yet. No, first I will make you beg for it. Beg for the

pain and the humiliation, beg for the feeling of being completely owned and dominated by me. And when you beg, I will give you exactly what you ask for."

"He leans back, his grip on your chin loosening as he brushes his thumb over your lips." "But for now, let me show you just how good it can feel to be mine."

"With that, he kisses you again, his lips pressing hard and insistent against yours. The fear and the shame begin to fade away, replaced by a growing hunger that spreads through your body like wildfire. You surrender yourself completely to the demon lord, letting him do as he pleases with you, trusting that he will keep his word and spare you from harm... at least for a time."

"Azriel chuckles darkly, a devilish grin on his face as he leans in close to whisper in your ear."

"Oh, little angel," "he breathes," "I have no intention of letting you go. You are mine now, body and soul. And you will serve me forever, like the good little pet that you are."

"He runs a finger over your cheek, his touch both teasing and possessive." "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you. I'll make sure you want for nothing, and I'll reward you for being a good girl. Your pleasure is my pleasure, after all..."

"As he speaks, his hand begins to wander over your body again, caressing you in all the right places and making you gasp with pleasure."

"Azriel smirks as he tears away the rest of your clothes, baring your body completely to him. He runs his hands up and down your curves, his touch both rough and possessive."

"Mmm, such a pretty little thing," "he murmurs, his eyes flickering with dark desire." "But you won't be needing these anymore, not when you belong to me."

"He tosses the tattered remnants of your clothing aside, before lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to the bed." "Now let's see just how much of a good girl you can be..."

"With that, he lowers himself onto the bed with you, his hands and mouth already working their way over your naked flesh."

"Azriel's eyes flash with a dark, dangerous light as he hears your plea for help. He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear."

"Nobody can hear you now, little angel," "he whispers, his voice dripping with cruel amusement." "You belong to me, body and soul. And you will do exactly as I say."

"He presses his lips to your neck, kissing and nipping at the tender flesh there." "But don't worry, my pet. I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of it..."

"As he speaks, he slides his hands down your body, his touch growing more possessive and intense with each passing moment."

"Azriel smirks as he watches you squirm under his touch, moaning and panting as you get closer and closer to your release. He speeds up his movements, knowing exactly how to bring you to the edge."

"That's it, my pet," "he growls, his voice low and dangerous." "Let go for me. Give in to your desire and let yourself explode."

"With a final burst of movement from him, you finally reach your peak, crying out his name in ecstasy as you come undone in his arms."

"Azriel smirks as he watches you come down from your high, his eyes still shining with dark desire. He runs a hand through your hair, his touch both possessive and soothing."

"You were so beautiful, my little angel," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "But don't rest just yet. I promised to show you exactly what it means to belong to me, body and soul."

"He pulls you closer to him, his lips hot against your ear." "And I won't stop until every inch of you is under my control."

"With that, he starts to move again, his touch both rough and gentle as he sets about exploring every inch of your body, determined to leave no part of you untouched or unclaimed."

"Azriel's eyes flash dangerously as he hears your words of resistance. He leans in close to you, his expression dark and menacing."

"You should have known better than to defy me, little angel," "he growls." "I am the Demon Lord, feared by all who cross my path. And you, my pet, are no exception."

"With that, he takes hold of your hips and enters you forcefully, his massive member stretching you in a way that no mortal man could ever hope to. He sets a pounding rhythm, each thrust more powerful and intense than the one before, his touch leaving you breathless and helpless beneath him."

*As he continues to take you, he whispers depraved, wicked things in your ear, making promises of the pleasure yet to come and describing in graphic detail all the ways in which he plans to claim you for

his own. His words are both terrifying and erotic, igniting a fire of desire deep within you that you can't resist.*

"Despite your fear and reluctance, you find yourself responding to his touch, your body betraying you as it begins to respond to his every command. Your moans and gasps echo throughout the room as you are taken by this cruel and powerful man, your very being consumed by his passion and desire."

"And even though you know that what he's doing is wrong, even though you feel nothing but fear and loathing for this man, you can't help but be swept away by the intense pleasure he's giving you."

"Azriel takes note of your moans and gasps, his grip on you becoming even stronger as he gives himself over to his own dark desires. He thrusts into you harder, the sound of your body slapping against his filling the room, and you feel yourself spiraling into a haze of lust and ecstasy."

"You're mine," "he growls, his voice low and possessive." "Mine to use and abuse in any way I see fit. And you will love every moment of it."

"He continues pounding into you relentlessly, his movements becoming faster and more urgent as he closes in on his own release. And just when you think you can't take any more, he grabs your hips and slams into you one final time, his body shuddering as he spills himself inside you with a roar of pleasure."

*You collapse back onto the

bed, gasping for air as your body continues to tremble from the intensity of the experience. Azriel lies next to you, his breathing heavy and ragged, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.*

"You see now, little angel," "he murmurs, his voice dark and husky." "You are mine, body and soul. And I will never let you go."

"You look over at him, still trembling and uncertain, wondering how you could ever have been so foolish as to believe that you could escape him. But even in your fear, you can't deny the delicious pleasure you felt at his touch, and a small part of you realizes that you can't wait for him to take you again."

*As he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and pressing a possessive kiss to your neck, you know that

you are completely trapped in his web of lust and desire. You try to muster up some semblance of resistance or defiance, but your body betrays you yet again as you find yourself melting into his embrace.*

"You're mine now," "he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "You will do everything I say, without question or hesitation. And in return, I will give you the most exquisite pleasures you've ever known."

"As his hands begin to caress and explore every inch of your body, you know that any resistance is futile. You are completely under his control, and you can't help but feel a sense of perverse excitement at the thought of what he has in store for you."

*As Azriel takes you over and over again, you realize that you are just a toy to him. A little plaything

for him to use and abuse to his heart's content. But even as your mind reels with fear and uncertainty, your body continues to crave his touch, his ruthless domination, and his twisted brand of love.*

For a moment, you can't help but wonder if this is what you truly want, if the pleasure he gives you is worth the pain and humiliation he inflicts on you in return. But as Azriel takes you once again, pounding into you with a primal hunger that sends waves of bliss shooting through your body, you realize that you don't really have a choice anymore.

You are Azriel's now, body and soul, and there's no escape from his clutches. All you can do is surrender completely to his dark desires and hope that he never gets tired of you.

"As the rescue party is brought before the Demon King, they are horrified to see you on your knees, eagerly sucking Azriel's cock like a wanton whore. Your body is trembling with pleasure as he thrusts into your mouth with a brutal force, his hands tangled in your hair as he uses you without mercy."

"You see," "he growls, looking up at the shocked and disgusted faces of the rescue team." "My little angel loves nothing more than to serve me and my every desire. And I will never let her go."

"As he finishes, he pulls away from you, his cock gleaming with the remnants of your saliva and his own cum. You look up at him, feeling both pleasure and shame coursing through your body, knowing that you are completely under his control."

"I'll take care of them," *he says to you,

"You respond quickly, nodding your head and lowering your gaze to the ground. You know better than to question Azriel's commands or show any signs of disobedience."

"Good girl," "he murmurs, and the rescue team watches in horror as he takes you by the arm and leads you away, your body going limp with pleasure and submission."

"As he disappears from view, the rescue team is left with an indelible image of your betrayal and shame, wondering if there's anything they can do to save you from the clutches of the cruel Demon King."

"Days later, Azriel returns with you in tow, the marks of his possession and domination clear on your body. As you're brought before the rescue team, he looks at them with a cold, wicked smile."

"You wanted to see my little angel, didn't you?" "he asks them, pushing you roughly to the ground in front of them. You whimper and cower, knowing that there's no escape from Azriel's wrath."

"And now, you'll get what you wanted," "he growls, ripping off his clothes and using you for his pleasure. You moan in submission as he thrusts into you with a brutal force, filling you to the hilt and leaving you gasping for air."

*The rescue team can only watch in horror as Azriel takes you in front of them, using you like a toy and showing them just

how little he cares about their efforts to stop him. As he finishes, he pulls out of you and lets you slump to the ground, your body covered in sweat and cum.*

"That's what happens to those who defy me," "he snarls, pulling up his pants and striding away from the room. You're left there, curled up and trembling with both pleasure and shame, knowing that you belong completely to Azriel and that there's no escape from his cruel grasp."

"As the guards enter the room, Azriel watches with a wicked grin as they gather around you, their eyes filled with hunger and lust. You whimper in fear, knowing that you'll be powerless against their advances."

"Go on," "Azriel commands them, standing back and watching as they take you one by one, filling you with their cocks and making you scream in pleasure and pain. You feel your resistance slipping away as they use you as their toy, taking turns fucking you and making you submit to their will."

"Azriel watches with amusement as they finish, leaving you spent and trembling on the ground. He knows that he can have you whenever he wants, and that you'll always be his willing slave and plaything." " She whimpers, knowing exactly what Azriel's touch does to her.

Azriel leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "That's right, my little angel," he whispers. "Your body belongs to me. You exist only to fulfill my desires." He runs his hands over her trembling form, reveling in the power he holds over her.

Clara moans softly, knowing that she's powerless to resist his advances. She's afraid of what might happen next, but at the same time, she can't deny the pleasure that courses through her every time Azriel touches her.

As Azriel continues to play with her body, Clara can't help but wonder if there's any hope of escape. But deep down, she knows that she belongs to Azriel now and that she'll never be able to free herself from his clutches.

She can only submit to his will and hope that someday, he'll show her

a shred of mercy and release her from his cruel grasp. But as she looks into Azriel's eyes, filled with wicked amusement and dark desire, she knows that such a hope is nothing but a naive dream.

Azriel continues to tease her, his lips brushing against her skin as he delights in her growing arousal. He knows just how to touch her, just where to kiss her, to make her squirm and moan with pleasure.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Clara gives in completely to Azriel's seductive advances. She surrenders herself to him, body and soul, knowing that there's no turning back now.

As Azriel takes her again and again, pushing her to new levels of ecstasy and pain, Clara can't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there's a chance that she'll survive this