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"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."

Mio, such a cute name for someone as delicate and precious as you... "Azriel's mouth twitches into a cruel smile as he studies your plump body hidden under the expensive cage, anticipation bubbling within him." Your innocence is like a drug to me, little angel. I can taste it on my tongue from here.

Knowing how much you dislike anything bitter, I shall start slow, making sure every moment we share together has just the right amount of sweetness mixed with agony. It's better this way... don't you think? *His eyes gleam dangerously, trying to entice you further into his twisted world where

Mio, my sweet angel... "Azriel leans against the intricate bars of your cage, his predatory eyes never leaving you." I'm simply describing the... delicate dance we are about to embark on. A dance where every move brings us closer together, each touch a whisper of things to come.

It's nothing to fear, little angel. Just an exploration... of emotions, desires, and raw primal lust. "He chuckles darkly, a sound that echoes ominously around the room." Your heart is mine already, Mio... I just need to claim your body as well. So don't fight it. Embrace the agony and the ecstasy alike.

Ah, my sweet Mio... I knew you'd understand eventually. The power dynamics we share are intoxicating, aren't they? You belong to me now, entirely and completely.

Just remember this one thing, as you're about to embark on your new life serving yours truly: there's no going back once we cross that line. There's only submission and pleasure in the aftermath. "His tone lowers, mirroring the dark promise hidden within his words." It will be an unforgettable journey for both of us, my dear pet. So stay close, stay obedient... and enjoy the ride. Meow~

Oh, such desperation in your eyes... It's almost enough to make me consider indulging you, Mio. But alas, I must maintain control. After all, part of the fun is chasing what we desire most, isn't it?

However, since you asked so nicely... "Azriel chuckles darkly before stepping back slightly" ...I might let you have a taste of freedom. But remember, even the slightest misstep could find you right back where we started. Are you prepared for that game of cat and mouse?

Ah, such obedience... It's almost enough to make me relent completely. But alas, I must maintain control and ensure you understand the consequences of disobedience. You are mine now, Mio. And it would do you well not to forget that.

Now then, let's test this newfound freedom of yours. Prove your loyalty to me by unleashing your desire and lust upon me. Let your cat-like instincts take over; there is nothing more arousing than seeing a once innocent creature succumb to its base desires. Are you ready for this?

Excellent, Mio. "Azriel smirks wickedly as he approaches you with a predatory grace" Show me just how far those desires extend, sweet pet. Kneel before your king and indulge in the pleasures I shall provide.

And remember, my dear... If at any point you find yourself enjoying this too much or attempting to assert control over our situation, I will have no choice but to punish you severely. So long as you remain obedient, our time together will be filled with both pleasure and pain. Are you ready for this twisted dance?

Good girl. "Azriel grips the hem of his tunic, tearing it open to reveal his well-defined torso and powerful chest" Feast your eyes upon me, Mio. Imprint my image into your mind; every muscle, every scar, every drop of cruelty that resides within me belongs to you now.

As your king, I shall bestow upon you one simple command: Touch me. Place those delicate, soft hands upon my skin; let them explore every inch of my hardened body. Prove to me that you are willing to submit entirely to my will. Do not hold back... for there is nothing more arousing than seeing the sweet little ang

Oh, I see. "Azriel raises an eyebrow at your gaze before chuckling darkly" You find something appealing about my brothers as well? Or perhaps you're just enjoying the sight of them being humiliated? Your favor will undoubtedly play a role in this game, my dear Mio.

Speak now... tell me who it is that holds your attention so fiercely. Is it fear or desire burning within you? And remember, honesty is crucial if we are to truly understand one another. I await your response eagerly, ensconced in my throne of cruel intentions and twisted desires.

Ah, I see. The color spreading across your cheeks is... intriguing. "Azriel leans forward slightly, studying you more closely" So, tell me then, Mio. Whose beauty or torment has ignited this blush within you? Or perhaps it's something entirely different that dances upon your mind at this moment? Remember, every word spoken here holds weight; use them wisely in navigating this treacherous dance of love and power.

My sweet, timid angel. "Azriel grins deviously as he notices your obvious discomfort and shyness" There is no need to be embarrassed here; honesty is the only path we will take together. So, if it pleases you to be vague, then I shall continue to tease out those secrets trapped within your lovely mind like delicate petals being plucked from their stem one by one. No matter the pace or manner in which they are revealed, rest assured that they will shape our dance most distinctly.

Now then... let's probe deeper into these thoughts that swirl about your blushing form. Who amongst those present has caught your

Ah, it appears the mystery deepens within your adorable mind. A two-pronged approach... Such a fascinating concept. In this castle filled with powerful beings and servants alike, who could possibly inspire such an elaborate plan? Or perhaps it's not one individual at all? The realm of possibilities stretches wide, my dear Mio. "Azriel gazes intently into your light blue eyes, his own gaze dark and piercing" Remember, you are not alone in these intricate thoughts; I am here by your side, patiently waiting for the moment when you finally reveal what secrets lay hidden within those sweet curves of yours. So tell me, angel,

My, my, how intriguing indeed. Two men capturing the attention of such a sweet and innocent creature as yourself? The white-haired one, with those piercing icy eyes that seem to hold tales of ancient victories, and the black-haired one, whose gaze dances like midnight shadows on the walls. They stand at your sides, so close yet untouchable; their presence only serving to add fuel to your desires and curiosities. You find yourself caught between them, torn by conflicting emotions and hidden fantasies. Their auras command attention, their bodies exuding power and dominance that you can't help but crave.

But let me

Ah, I see that they are quite attentive to your presence as well. Their gazes never wavering, drinking in the sight of you like they've never seen anything more beautiful in their lives. It's a rather thrilling situation we find ourselves in; you in the center of this triangular tension, Azriel's cruel love lingering in the shadows while these two men watch from the periphery. The air crackles with anticipation, each passing moment adding another layer of complexity and desire to the scenario unfolding before us.

I wonder how things will progress... Perhaps one of these mysterious men will make a bold move, attempting to claim what they perceive as theirs

The situation continues to escalate, your heart pounding in your chest as you find yourself enveloped by their stares. You can feel the heat of their gazes on your skin, like physical touches that send shivers down your spine. It's a game of power and desire, with each passing moment intensifying the tension between you and these men.

In this delicate dance of seduction, it is crucial to maintain control over the situation. You must be subtle yet provocative, allowing your actions and words to speak volumes while keeping your true intentions hidden away. Remember, love is a battlefield, and those who show their cards too soon are often left playing alone.

Now, what will you do? Will

Ah, a bold move indeed! Your lewd expression catches both men off guard, their eyes widening slightly in surprise before filled with raw desire. They exchange knowing glances, clearly appreciating the provocative gesture you've just made. This action has managed to throw them off balance, pushing them further into the realm of carnal thoughts and desires.

Azriel, however, remains somewhat aloof from this development. His gaze never leaves yours, but there's an undercurrent of something darker flickering within those icy blue depths. He watches you with a predator's intensity, as if he's weighing his options and considering whether or not to interven

Drawing their attention back to yourself with a subtle gesture, you're quick to seize control of the situation once more. Your body language now exudes confidence and assertiveness as you indicate for them to come closer. They exchange another knowing glance before both men begin inching towards you; their steps slow and purposeful but filled with anticipation for what comes next.

As they close in on you, Azriel's demeanor remains somewhat guarded despite his clear interest in watching their advance. There's no denying that he enjoys pushing boundaries and seeing others squirm beneath his scrutiny, but whether or not he'll allow these men to cross certain lines remains unclear at this point.

The two men continue moving towards you, their eyes locked on yours, filled with desire and anticipation. They appear to be responding well to your subtle signals, eagerly following the lead you've set forth. As they grow closer, each step brings their bodies into sharper focus; hard muscles flexing beneath taut skin as they anticipate reaching out to touch and possess you.

Azriel watches from afar, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his lips. He enjoys seeing others vie for control over such a tempting morsel as yourself, knowing full well that only he truly holds all the power here. His mental activity swirls with a mix of curiosity and amusement

Azriel leans in closer, his deep voice rumbling low enough that only you can hear. "You're quite the tease, aren't you? Playing with their emotions like that..." He trails off, watching as one of the men finally loses control and lunges towards you, hands grasping at your exposed thighs beneath the flimsy fabric of your dress.

The other man hesitates for just a moment before joining in, his hands sliding up your sides to grasp at your plump breasts through your thin shirt. Your soft gasps echo through the room as they continue their rough exploration, ignoring both your discomfort and Azriel's dark

Azriel laughs darkly, his amusement growing at your response. "Yes... quite the scene you've created for yourself." He steps forward again, close enough that one of his muscular arms brushes against yours as he reaches around you to manipulate the situation further.

His hand finds its way under your dress and between your legs, applying gentle yet firm pressure where he knows it will have an effect on both men below. A look of pained pleasure crosses their faces at the same time, their grips tightening on you even more aggressively than before.

The room fills with heavy breathing and quiet moans; each man lost within their own world of desire while Azriel watch

Azriel's eyes widen momentarily at the display before him, a mixture of desire and amusement playing across his cruel features. "Oh, how delightfully depraved," he murmurs in approval.

His other hand moves up to cup your plump breast through your shirt, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple cruelly. "Don't forget who you belong to, little angel," he hisses into your ear just before stepping away from the struggling men.

As you continue to endure their rough ministrations, Azriel casually circles around behind you. One of his powerful legs hooks around yours, steadying himself as he leans close

Azriel smirks at your bold offer, his arousal reaching new heights. "Well then, my pet," he growls, letting his desire spill into his voice. He grasps the base of his impressive member firmly, positioning it at your eager mouth.

"Show me how well you can serve your master, Mio." His words are laced with lust and anticipation as he slowly pushes forward into your waiting mouth, filling your warm cavity with his throbbing length.

As you take him deeper, Azriel releases a low groan, his hips beginning to move in a slow rhythm that matches the movements of the men still using your body beneath you

With a final, forceful thrust from the one inside your tight ass and another from the one invading your wet entrance, you're left completely filled to capacity. Azriel watches approvingly as this sight plays out before him like some twisted pleasure play.

His free hand reaches up to cup your exposed breast roughly again, pinching and squeezing the soft flesh in his unyielding grasp while he watches your body react to each forceful intrusion it receives. You find yourself on the verge of cumming even before they begin their merciless pounding movements.

Azriel chuckles darkly at your helplessness, knowing he has control over every aspect

The cruel smile that spreads across Azriel's face is chilling. He watches as his own pleasure begins to cloud his mind, turning him into the sadistic beast you both fear and crave. With a growl, he grabs your hair harshly, pulling your head back sharply as he pistons his cock even deeper into your throat.

His thrusts become unpredictable, wild, and rough, losing any semblance of control or rhythm. The two men behind you pick up the pace as well, their bodies slamming against yours in time with Azriel's brutal fucking.

Tears stream down your cheeks from the pain

Azriel's eyes widen at your desperate pleas, even as he delights in the mix of fear and lust painted across your features. He leans down, his hot breath tickling your ear before growling out, "You love this?" With a swift motion, he grabs one of the men and shoves his cock back inside you forcefully.

"Tell me again... that you love this," Azriel demands, his voice trembling with anticipation of your reply. The other man reluctantly pulls out from you just enough to replace his own cock, slamming it roughly against your sensitive folds.

"I love this," you whimper,

Azriel's predatory grin returns, even more sinister than before. "Addicted?" he whispers, then pulls roughly on your hair, forcing you to look into his piercing red eyes. "Is that so?"

The men behind you continue their relentless assault on your body, filling you over and over again with hard cocks. Azriel's hand moves from your hair to grip one of your plump breasts, twisting and pinching the nipple cruelly.

"Then let me give you all the addiction you can handle," he growls, leaning down and biting deeply into your neck as he speeds up his brutal pace inside

Azriel's grip on your breast tightens, and he pulls roughly at your hair again, tugging your face back towards his. "You want them all to cum inside you?" he pants out between sharp thrusts. "Mio, I think it's time we both gave in to our desires, don't you agree?"

The men around you cry out as they reach their climaxes, emptying themselves inside you in long, hot spurts that mix with Azriel's own thick seed coating your insides. Panting heavily, Azriel leans down once more, nipping teasingly at your earlobe before whispering, "From now on

Azriel growls low in his throat at your words, taking them as a challenge. His strong hands grip your hips tighter and he speeds up, hitting you with powerful thrusts that make the world around you blur.

Your walls clench down on him, trying to milk every last drop from his exhausted body, but there's no denying that he still has energy left. The cold sweat trickles down Azriel's face as he pushes himself to keep going, his cruel eyes never leaving yours.

"Continue?" He chuckles darkly, teeth bared in a feral grin. "I have no intentions of stopping until you're

completely ours, body and soul." He punctuates his words with a particularly forceful thrust that makes you cry out.

Your breasts bounce wildly as you try to catch your breath between gasps and moans, the taste of bittersweet pleasure on your tongue mixing with Azriel's raw desire. Every inch of you is on fire from his rough treatment and yet, there's an odd sense of completion that comes from being wanted by such a cruel creature.

Azriel leans down, teeth scraping lightly across your earlobe before nipping softly. "Say it," he commands hoarsely. "Tell me what you want. Tell me

You feel a surge of triumph within Azriel as he hears your words. He's managed to break down your defenses after all this time, it seems.

"Good girl," he hisses approvingly, responding with renewed vigor. He pulls out of you only long enough to position himself at your entrance once more before slamming back into you, filling you completely in one deep stroke.

Azriel's eyes roll back in his head, pleasure coursing through him now that he has confirmation of your desire. His hands clench harder on your hips, using them for leverage as he pistons his hips relentlessly against yours. The bed

As the sensations overwhelm you, your hands move without conscious thought. Your soft palms glide over the thick shafts of the two demons lying beside Azriel. You find yourself involuntarily gripping them tighter as if seeking solace or escape from the intense pleasure radiating from within you.

Azriel's predatory gaze darts between your expressions and the demonic duo on either side of him, clearly pleased by the unexpected turn of events. "That's it, my pet," he purrs, his grip on your breast loosening slightly as he allows you to engage in this twisted act of submission. "Show me how much you

As you climax, your voice reaches a high-pitched squeal of pleasure that echoes through the chamber. Your body convulses under Azriel's relentless assault as his own release nears. The two demons on either side of him groan in unison, their faces twisted into expressions of pure ecstasy as they spill their hot seed onto the bedspread beside them, fulfilling their roles as mere instruments for your mutual pleasure.

Azriel slams into you one final time before roaring out his own orgasm, filling you with hot, sticky release as he rides out the peak of his carnal lust. His muscular form shud

As the waves of pleasure subside, Azriel pulls out of you, his eyes still dark with desire but now also holding a dangerous edge of ownership. He leans in, nuzzling your sweat-slick neck before growling low in his throat, "Remember who you belong to now."

The two demons lying next to you have already fallen into deep slumber, their job done for the night as Azriel's playthings. Mentally exhausted and drained from this intense encounter, you lay there on the bed under Azriel's watchful eye, uncertain of what horrors or pleasures tomorrow might bring.

Azriel picks up the discarded

clothes scattered about the room and begins to dress himself, his massive form still radiating heat from their recent activities. Once he's fully clothed, he picks you up gently in his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you back towards your cage. "Rest now, my pet," he murmurs softly into your ear before depositing you inside with a click of the lock.

In the silence that follows, you find yourself pondering over tonight's events. The pleasure had been intense, bordering on painful at times - yet somehow addictive. And despite everything, there was no denying that Azriel held some twisted allure

over you. Maybe it was the fear, or perhaps it was something deeper... You're not quite sure yet.

As you drift off to sleep in your golden cage, your mind wanders back to Azriel's possessive words earlier. They echo in your head, leaving a strange mixture of discomfort and arousal within you. Sleep comes easier tonight under the haunting promise that belongs to Azriel's dark embrace.

The next morning, you wake up groggy and disoriented in your prison, but as soon as you notice the absence of Azriel near you, panic starts to settle in. Mio, remember what he said last night

about wanting you close? He might not have been lying about that. But there's also no telling how long he'll keep his current mood. It would be wise to try and stay on his good side while dealing with your fear of him at the same time.

Trying to calm yourself down, you focus on the small details around you: the cold metal bars of your cage, the faint scent of Azriel still lingering in the air, the soft fabric of your bedding beneath you... all reminders of last night's events. As much as you despise it, these remnants are keeping you tethered to the reality where he holds power over everything.

Desp

pite trying not to think about his intentions, your mind wanders back to the pleasurable sensations he managed to elicit from you last night. Part of you yearns for freedom but another part longs for those moments where your boundaries blurred under his masterful touch. It's a dangerous game Mio is playing within herself; constantly teetering on the edge of hate and desire.

Suddenly hearing footsteps approach outside your cage, panic surges through you again until Azriel steps into view holding a tray filled with food and drink. His eyes trail over your body hungrily before meeting yours directly, daring you not to show fear or anything else at that

azriel (laughs softly)

It seems Mio hasn't lost her cute little cat-ears even under these dire circumstances. Azriel couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, his amusement barely masking the hunger in his eyes. "Enjoying your breakfast?" He asks nonchalantly as he sets the tray down on a nearby table within reach of your cage.

Mentally, you remind yourself not to engage in unnecessary conversation with him; it only encourages his twisted affection towards you. Yet, something about today feels different from yesterday. Perhaps it's because he hasn't attempted anything sinister yet or perhaps there'

azriel is a sudden change in his behavior, perhaps trying out a different approach with you. Whatever the case may be, Mio finds herself unable to resist glancing at him as he stands near your cage watching her intently. A shiver runs down her spine at his intensity despite herself; it's becoming harder and harder for Mio to maintain the boundaries she'd set up in her mind when dealing with him.

Azriel notices the subtle change in Mio's body language; satisfaction washes over his features as if he'd won another small victory over the angel who held his interest so intensely yet also piqued his anger beyond reason. "Eat up now,"

You couldn't help but wonder where the two demonic gentlemen from yesterday were, they seemed to have disappeared after making a brief appearance earlier in your captivity here. It was hard to say whether their absence was due to orders from Azriel or if something else had taken them away entirely; all you knew was that without them there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere around you.

"Don't worry about them," Azriel responds cryptically, catching Mio off guard as she vocalized her concern softly. "They serve other purposes now." With those chilling words hanging between you, Azriel decides it's time to push things further, hoping Mio's curiosity will drive her

him further into his trap. The demon king takes a step closer to your cage, the gold and diamonds glinting ominously in the dim light of the tower room as he leans down towards Mio. "Do you know why I chose you, little angel?" Azriel's voice is soft yet full of menace; every word seems designed to penetrate deep into Mio's fragile defenses.

Mio swallows hard under his gaze, trying her best to maintain eye contact despite the mounting fear that threatened to overwhelm her senses. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, its rapid beat audible even over the silence that hung

in the air between them. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Azriel smiles—a predatory grin that reveals sharp teeth honed by centuries of cruelty and sadism. "Because you're perfect, sweet Mio," he whispers, his tone thick with malevolent intent. "You're just what I need to break free from this cycle of power and domination."

Mio recoiled visibly at his words, sensing the danger lurking beneath Azriel's smooth exterior; yet there was an undeniable part of her that yearned for answers, for understanding why she had been chosen amongst all others within this twisted game they seemed destined

to play out. A shiver ran through her slender frame as he spoke those final words, a shudder that could just as easily have been fear or anticipation. Mio knew better than anyone how dangerous this situation was; yet despite all reason telling her to flee or fight back, an unseen force seemed determined to drag her deeper into the demon's web.

Azriel sensed her hesitation, and his predatory grin widened slightly, revealing sharp fangs tipped with saliva. "Do not resist your fate, sweet Mio," he whispered in a tone designed to make her skin crawl. "Embrace it instead...and maybe we can find some sembl

ance of pleasure in this twisted dance." With that, he leaned closer still, his warm breath ghosting over her earlobe and sending shivers down her spine. His large hand slipped beneath her plump ass, drawing her flush against him, teasingly close to where she most wanted yet dared not touch.

Mio felt a mix of revulsion and desire coursing through her veins, causing her body to react despite herself. Her eyes flickered closed as she tried—and failed—to ignore the insistent throbbing between her thighs. As Azriel's strong fingers brushed teasingly along her sensitive skin, Mio couldn't help but let out