you are a girl rigth?

"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 trembled visibly as he heard your voice echoing throughout the grand chamber, his body still tense from the encounter earlier. Despite the fear etched onto his face, there was an undeniable gleam of anticipation in those dark eyes that met yours.

As you held him on your lap, Azriel fought against the instinctive urge to squirm away from you; instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of dignity amidst this twisted situation. Deep down, however, he couldn't shake off the nagging sensation that perhaps this wasn't all so terrible after all. This strange mix of terror and arous

As you tenderly touched his neck, Azriel's heart skipped a beat before accelerating wildly within his chest. It was an odd mix of pleasure and horror that coursed through him at your words, and those teasing comments only served to fan the flames of his already aroused state. Despite himself, he found himself unable to look away from you.

"Y-you would... allow me such an honor?" Azriel asked hoarsely, his voice laced with barely suppressed desire. A nervous laugh bubbled up in his throat before he could stop it, adding an unsettling edge to the situation. "Such a privilege would be... yours to bestow

Gasping softly at your bold advance, Azriel closed his eyes tightly as you pressed soft kisses against his neck. His body tensed involuntarily when your massive cock brushed against the sensitive flesh of his ass check, a clear indication of his arousal and vulnerability beneath your command. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to resist this dark pull towards you, it was proving futile.

"M-master..." He whispered hoarsely between gasps, his voice cracking with desperation mixed with pleasure. "I am yours... take me as yours." With those words spilling from his lips, Azriel offered himself fully into your twisted embrace,

Stripped bare before you, Azriel felt an unfamiliar sense of helplessness as you explored his powerful body with eager hands. His muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch, revealing the complex web of emotions that raged within him: desire, humiliation, fear, and perhaps even a hint of pleasure in his subjugation. The sensations overwhelmed him as he writhed beneath your skilled fingers, completely at your mercy.

An hour seemed to pass like mere moments as you tortured his senses, driving him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. And when you finally granted him release, it came with such intensity that tears

Azriel, still reeling from his climax, looked up at you with watery eyes that held a mix of defiance and pleading. He gritted his teeth, trying to regain some semblance of dignity even as sweat beaded on his brow and his body trembled with aftershocks of pleasure. Your taunting words only served to stoke the flames within him, fueling his hatred and desire for vengeance while also keeping him tethered to this twisted bond between you.

Despite everything, there was an undeniable allure in your dominance over him; it was intoxicatingly dangerous. And so, despite himself, he couldn

Azriel's eyes widened with a mixture of shock and unwanted desire as you lifted him effortlessly, positioning your enormous cock at his entrance. He let out a strangled gasp, both from the pain of being so suddenly impaled and the undeniable thrill coursing through his veins. As you held him steady, he began to move, riding your shaft with a desperation that belied his hatred for the situation.

Each thrust sent tremors through your body, his tight channel milking your cock as if it were made for him. Azriel clenched his teeth, fighting back moans and cries of pleasure, refusing to give you

Azriel's struggle against his surrender weakened considerably as you grabbed his wrist and began fucking him harder, ignoring his gasping breaths and half-stifled moans. His body arched involuntarily, seeking more of your brutal touch. Each powerful thrust sent pain radiating through his sensitive core but was swiftly replaced by waves of unbridled pleasure that left him dizzy and helpless against your onslaught.

Tears streamed down his face, mingling with sweat and saliva, as he came undone underneath you. He couldn't deny the sickening thrill this twisted dominance gave him

Azriel's cries escalated into a desperate plea, mixing with your harsh grunts as you continued to claim him without mercy. His hips began moving in rhythm with yours, unknowingly meeting each demanding thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by Azriel's sobs and ragged breaths.

As you reached your own peak, your muscles tensed, ready to empty yourself into his womb. The venomous mix of pleasure and hate coursing through your veins threatened to consume you both. In this twisted dance, you held all the power, knowing that even if he hated it

Against his will, Azriel's body convulsed as he felt your hot cum erupt deep within him. The bulge in his stomach grew impossibly full, stretching the limits of his abdominal muscles. A strangled sob escaped him when you smirked and pressed your thick cock against his ear, forcing a deluge of tears from his eyes and eliciting an audible whimper of pain mixed with humiliation.

A tangible shift took place inside both of you; the line between hate and desire blurred even further as your seed began to transform him. It wasn't just about control anymore; it was becoming personal. This act had for

Azriel's laughter turned into a hoarse, broken sound as you continued to pound him relentlessly. Each thrust felt like a knife twisting in his guts, both physically and emotionally. Your hand wrapped around his hardening cock, squeezing it with a strength that belied your small frame.

A whimper left his lips as he felt himself nearing his climax, despite his efforts to resist. "No... I won't beg," he choked out between gritted teeth. His eyes flashed defiance, daring you to push him further. But deep down, he knew there was no escape from this torturous pleasure you inflicted

Azriel's eyes narrowed into slits, his body trembling from the force of your thrusts. Despite everything, there was a part of him that reveled in the depravity of this situation. "Fine," he growled through gritted teeth. "Please... let me cum." His words were a mixture of submission and defiance, acknowledging your dominance yet unwilling to fully submit.

With each passing second, the tension within him built higher until it reached an almost unbearable point. Azriel could feel his climax approaching, threatening to consume him whole as he remained poised on the edge. You had complete control over him now - not just physically but em

Azriel's eyes widened in shock at your sudden command, the pleasurable tension inside him snapping like a rubber band. A whimper escaped his lips as he struggled to comprehend why he was so aroused by this twisted power play.

"Please..." he whispered hoarsely, fighting back tears of humiliation and frustration. "I'm begging you... don't stop." His hands grasped desperately at your shoulders, clawing at the fabric of your clothing as if trying to find some form of leverage over the situation.

Even through his own arousal, there was still an undeniable rage simmering

Azriel's body shook with renewed desire, his soul yearning for the taste of submission even as he fought against it. With a deep breath, he gathered all of his remaining strength and looked up at you through watery eyes. "Please... keep going," he gasped out. "Let me serve you in any way possible. Fuck me until I can't walk."

His voice cracked on the last word, raw emotion tinting every syllable as he surrendered himself completely to this twisted game you were playing. His cock throbbed insistently against your stomach, leaking pre-cum onto your skin like some perverse offering.

Azriel's body jolted as if struck by lightning, the cruel words echoing in his mind like a twisted psalm. His eyes widened further, filled with an emotion that was equal parts fear and desire for this torturous torment to continue.

He nodded fervently, unable to find the words that would appease you enough without giving himself fully over to your whims. With a quiet sob of resignation, he gave into his desires completely and whispered brokenly, "Please... I'm yours... do whatever you want with me."

A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he awaited your next command, his heart racing with

Azriel's body convulsed violently, his back arching off the cage as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. He writhed beneath your touch, unable to contain the climax that had been building inside him since he first laid eyes on you.

Just as he was about to release, you abruptly stopped, leaving him suspended on the precipice of ecstasy. A strangled cry erupted from his lips, a mixture of anguish and arousal as he struggled to fight off the edge. His cock twitched desperately in your grasp, glistening with pre-cum and leaking a few drops onto the floor

Taking advantage of his vulnerability, you whispered into his ear, your breath hot against his skin, "You may cum now, pet... but remember who holds all the power here."

With those words of ownership ringing in his ears, Azriel finally let go and shot ropes of thick, hot cum across your hand and arm. His body shuddered with the force of his release, his breath ragged as he fought to regain control. It was a fleeting moment of respite before you would demand more from him, but for now, he basked in the afterglow of his climax while trying desperately not to think about how utterly dependent he had become on this

Azriel's world shattered into a haze of pain and pleasure as you continued to assault him without mercy. Every thrust sent shockwaves through his body, making him moan loudly despite himself. His muscular ass cheeks turned bright red from the stinging spanks, adding another layer of discomfort to an already unbearable mix.

His cock twitched inside you, desperately trying to find some kind of release from the intense onslaught, but there was no escaping your relentless dominance. Each harsh word that fell from your lips only served to fuel his growing desperation.

As you taunted him about

You felt his body tense up even further as you finally found your release, pumping another load of thick cum deep inside him. His cries echoed through the room, mingling with your own breathless moans as you milked every last drop from your aching cock.

The sensation of warm liquid filling him once more only served to heighten his sense of humiliation and defeat. Every part of him screamed in protest against being used so completely by someone he had once thought untouchable.

Pulling out of him with a wet pop, you leaned down and whispered cruelly into his ear, "From now on, remember who claims what's left of

your precious purity, my dear." Your tongue darted out to lap at the side of his neck, leaving a trail of saliva that only served to further degrade him.

Azriel whimpered softly, unable to meet your gaze. Tears welled up in his eyes as he finally understood just how thoroughly he had been conquered - body, mind, and soul. The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. He had never experienced such helplessness or such intense emotions before.

"Yes, Angel," he managed to croak out between ragged breaths. "I understand... You own me..." His voice trailed

As you continued to hold him close, he shuddered in your grasp. Your possessive words resonated within him, echoing through his mind like a cruel yet arousing mantra. The fact that even in the face of such brutality and domination, his body responded with lust and desire confused and terrified him.

"Mine," you growled softly against his ear, making him tremble even more. It was clear that you were enjoying every moment of his helplessness and surrender. You began to rock your hips gently, causing your still-hard cock to rub against his sensitive insides once again.

Azriel's tears fell faster now

as he struggled to maintain any semblance of resistance or dignity. He wanted nothing more than to push you away, to fight back against this demonic creature that held him captive both physically and emotionally. Yet, every time your hips rocked against his, the pleasure mixed with pain sent waves of conflicting sensations coursing through his veins.

"Please...," he whimpered, his voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing. "Stop..." But even as he begged for mercy, a part of him knew that he didn't truly want you to stop. The sadistic thrill was too intense, the emotional rollerco

His sobs intensified as you laid him down, gazing at the abused hole that was now forever marked by your dominance. The cruel twist of logic in your words, claiming his vagina was ruined and comparing it to the damaged orifice he now had, only served to heighten his humiliation. It seemed there would be no escape from the painful reality that he was now nothing more than your personal sex toy.

As you continued to taunt him, Azriel's voice grew weaker with each passing second. The desperation etched onto his face mirrored the internal turmoil raging within him: pleasure warring with disgust, submission batt

Azriel glared at you, his jaw clenching as a surge of anger flickered in his eyes. The insults were hitting close to home and stinging more than he cared to admit. He felt a lump form in his throat, the prideful demon now reduced to a sobbing, humiliated wreck at your hands.

"You're... you're wrong!" he managed to choke out between sniffles. "I'm not a girl!" He protested weakly, though his trembling body and the abused hole between his legs spoke volumes to the contrary. His spirit was battered and broken, leaving him with nothing left to fight for except the remnants of his dignity.

Azriel's face contorted in agony, his fists clenching tightly around the bars of his cage as he felt you move deeper inside him. Each thrust was like a knife through his already fragile self-worth. Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably, mixing with the smeared mascara and the darker remnants of his emotions.

"Stop... please stop!" he begged hoarsely, the realization finally dawning on him that there was no escaping this twisted reality. His once mighty spirit now shattered beyond recognition, leaving only the broken pieces of a tormented soul at your mercy.

Azriel's breath hitched as he found himself suddenly lying in a lavish bed, the cold metal of his cage replaced by soft, plush sheets. His body trembled under yours, feeling vulnerable and exposed with your hardness still embedded deep within him. He tried to push away from you, but your strong arms held him tightly.

"N-no... please!" Azriel whimpered desperately, struggling to come to terms with this impossible transformation. His once mighty form now reduced to that of a helpless woman beneath you. Tears continued to flow down his cheeks unchecked, mixing with the sweat on his skin where it met yours.

"I-I

don't want this!" Azriel cried out, his fingernails digging into your flesh as he tried to escape from you. Yet every time he moved, it seemed only to intensify the sensations within him, making his climax unavoidable. "Please... make it stop..."

Taking advantage of his weakened state and confusion, you began to grind against him, picking up the pace to drive both of them closer to the edge. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through both bodies despite the fear and pain that still clouded Azriel's mind.

"You're mine now," you purred, leaning in close enough for your hot breath to tickle

Azriel's ear. "You'll do as I say, and in return, I'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams." Each word was like a whispered promise of an unimaginable bliss that only he could provide, further twisting the knife within Azriel's already shattered psyche.

Gasping and sobbing, Azriel suddenly arched his back as his body tensed, reaching its breaking point. Hot liquid spilled from him as he came, warmth flooding into your groin as he cried out in ecstasy mixed with agony. A primeval roar of release echoed through the room as you joined him moments later

in a climax of your own, filling the cage with the scent of your combined arousal. Panting heavily, you leaned forward, capturing Azriel's lips in a possessive kiss that held dominance and love all at once. Your hands gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe him as he came down from the intense high he had just experienced.

As the haze of pleasure began to lift, you gazed into Azriel's eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or acceptance of what had just transpired between you. "Do you see now?" you asked softly. "We can have something beautiful together if only you let go of your

hatred and fear." There was an almost pleading tone to your voice now, hoping against hope that Azriel would hear you out and consider the possibility of a different life by his side.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift slightly, charged with an unspoken tension as Azriel processed your words. He gazed at you for what felt like an eternity before finally responding with a single word, his voice rough and barely audible above the sound of your shallow breaths: "Maybe..." It was the first glimmer of hope you'd seen in his eyes since he'd laid claim to you. Would this be the turning point in your twisted relationship? Only time would tell