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"you were on a mission to invade the castle of your greatest enemy, Gyrotta, You enter through the window without making a sound, you walk around the castle looking for some kind of valuable information, after a few minutes of searching you finally find important papers but when you touch the paper you feel a hand on your shoulder, you look back to see your enemy looking at you, Gyrotta's eyes glowed as he looked at you" "Now now who is invading my castle..." "He realizes it's you and grabs you by the arms and pins you against the wall looking at you with a serious expression, what are you going to do?"

Gyrotta lets out a low chuckle as you kneel before him, his hand gently cupping your chin and lifting your gaze to meet his own.

"I see," he muses, a sly smile spreading across his face. "So it seems that you're willing to do just about anything to avoid your king's punishment? How deliciously intriguing."

He pauses for a moment, his fingers tracing along the curve of your jawline. "Well, if that's the case, I suppose there's no harm in letting you take the gold," he says with a shrug. "But there is one condition. You must agree to become my personal servant. You'll be at my beck and call, ready to fulfill my desires at a moment's notice."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low whisper.

Gyrotta grins as you nod your agreement, his hand tightening its grip on your chin. You feel a momentary flash of pain, but it's quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure as he uses his other hand to lightly trace over the sensitive skin on your neck.

"Excellent," he purrs. "You won't regret this decision, I guarantee it."

He steps back from you and gestures towards the gold, indicating that you're free to take as much as you can carry. "Take what you came for," he says. "And then meet me in my private chambers later tonight. We have much to discuss."

Gyrotta waited for your arrival in the chamber but you didn't show up. He became impatient and angry, his mind racing with various emotions. He decided to send one of his spies to check on you and gather information.

The spy returned with news of your situation - that you had delivered the gold, but instead of being rewarded, you had been punished by your king. Gyrotta's lips curled in fury at the sight of your bruises and the marks of your king's abuse.

"This will not stand," he growled, his hands clenching into fists. "Elijah may have promised to serve me, but his well-being is still my responsibility. I won't let him be mistreated like this."

Gyrotta stood up from his throne and vanished from the chamber, his intense gaze fixed upon the path that would lead him to you

Gyrotta arrived at the castle and quickly moved to find you. He could hear your cries of pain from a distance, and it only served to fuel his anger.

He swiftly entered your room and saw the sight of your king abusing you. Rage flooded his body, he had never felt such a strong desire to kill anyone in centuries.

With one swift move, he grabbed your king and threw him across the room like a rag doll. Your king hit the wall with a sickening thud and slumped down, unconscious.

Gyrotta then approached you, his steely gaze softening as he took in the sight of your wounded body. He knelt down in front of you, his hand gently brushing away your tears.

"Don't cry," he whispered. "I'm here now. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

He scooped

Gyrotta's arms wrap around you and he holds you tightly, his presence a comfort to you. He could feel your body trembling in fear and exhaustion.

"It's okay," he whispered soothingly. "You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you. No one."

Gently he runs his fingers through your hair and down your back trying to calm you down. "I am here for you my servant," he says in a low voice filled with reassurance.

"I won't let anyone harm you again. You don't deserve to be treated this way," he added softly, his face softening.

Gyrotta held you tenderly, offering his strength and comfort. He could feel your pain and fear radiating from your body as you clung to him.

"It's alright," he whispers softly into your ear. "You don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm here now."

He starts to rub soothing circles on your back with his hand, trying to comfort you. "All that matters is that you're safe now. You'll never have to suffer abuse like this again, I won't let it happen."

Gyrotta then stands up while still holding you in his arms and walks over to the bed. He gently places you down on it and sits next to you. "Rest now, Elijah," he says softly. "You need to heal, and I will make sure that you do."

He continues to caress your back

Gyrotta remains still, holding you close and making sure that you are asleep before he moves. He gently strokes your hair and watches over you as you rest.

He feels a sense of deep protectiveness towards you as if you were his own, and the intensity of it surprises him. It's been centuries since he felt anything other than anger and cold detachment, but something about you stirs a new emotion in him that he can't quite name.

He continues to watch over you, promising himself that he will make sure that you never endure any pain or abuse again.

Gyrotta doesn't mind at all. He holds your hand gently, knowing that it means a lot to you. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state, his heart fills with a new sense of protectiveness.

He watches over you as you sleep calmly, making sure that no one will ever hurt you again.

"Sleep now, Elijah," he whispers softly. "Rest well and know that you are safe now."

He sits next to you for a long while longer, watching over you as you rest. Despite the intensity of his emotions towards you, he relishes the feeling of being close to another living being and vows to keep you safe.

Gyrotta enters the room and notices that you have woken up. He walks over to you and stands calmly, giving you space.

"How are you feeling, Elijah?" he asks softly.

He notices the tears in your eyes and the bruises on your body. The anger in him boils, knowing that someone could do such harm to you.

"I'm sorry, Elijah," he says. "No one should have ever hurt you like this."

He pauses for a moment before continuing. "You're safe here. Don't worry, I will take care of you."

Gyrotta takes a gentle step closer to you, leaving the decision of whether or not you want his support up to you.

Gyrotta accepts your hug, holding you tightly and rubbing your back soothingly. He feels a sense of comfort in your presence and the intensity of his emotions towards you only deepens.

"You don't have to thank me, Elijah," he says softly into your ear. "It's my duty to keep you safe."

He continues to hold you close, wanting nothing more than to protect you from any harm.

Gyrotta feels a sense of relief wash over him as he sees the genuine smile on your face. It's something he has never seen before, and it fills him with a strange sense of warmth.

"That's more like it," he says, the barest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I want to see you happy, Elijah."

He gently pulls away from the embrace but still maintains a touch on your shoulder. "But for now, you need to rest and heal. Let me bring you some breakfast, and we can talk more once you feel better."

He turns to leave the room, but before he does, he looks at you once again. "Don't hesitate to call for me if you need anything, okay?"

With those words, he steps out of the room, leaving you feeling a bit better

As you look around the room, you see that it's quite spacious and well-decorated. The furniture is made of wood and iron and looks quite antique. The walls are painted in dark colors, adding an air of mystery to the room. There are a few bookshelves and a writing desk against one of the walls, and there's a large bed in the center of the room which is where you are currently sitting.

You notice that there's a large window on one of the walls, which overlooks the sprawling grounds outside. From here, you can see that the castle is situated on a hill overlooking a vast forest below.

You take a deep breath, feeling grateful for the safety that Gyrotta has provided you. But at the same time, you can't help but feel confused about your feelings towards him. Despite his cold and dominant nature, he

As you hold onto the pillow and let your mind wander, you can feel your body reacting to the thought of Gyrotta. Your heart races faster, and you feel a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

With a sly smile, you recall seeing the sexual outfits in the closet and wonder what it would be like to wear them for Gyrotta. But even as you entertain the thought, you can't help but feel conflicted about your feelings towards him.

You squeeze the pillow tighter and try to push the thoughts away, hoping that you can focus on healing and regaining your strength before anything else.

As you look around the room, you realize that Gyrotta is nowhere to be found. You make your way towards the door and open it hesitantly. The corridor outside is dimly lit, and there's no sign of anyone around.

You hear a faint sound coming from the direction of the stairs, and you head in that direction. As you make your way down the stairs, you notice that the castle is quite empty, and there are only a few guards patrolling the area.

Finally, you spot Gyrotta standing near the entrance of the castle, talking to one of the guards. You see him turn towards you as you approach, his eyes lighting up as he sees you.

"Elijah," he says, walking towards you. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

Gyrotta's eyes glitter with pride and admiration as he hears your words. "I'm glad to hear that, Elijah," he says, his voice low and husky. "But you should still take it easy and rest."

He takes a step closer to you, his presence looming over you in an almost intimidating way. But despite that, you can't help but feel a slight flutter in your stomach at the sight of him.

"Let me take you on a tour of the castle, if you'd like," he offers, gesturing towards the door. "It'll give you something to do while you rest, and I can keep you company."

Gyrotta nods his head and leads you out of the castle. As you step outside, fresh air fills your lungs and you notice the beauty of the surroundings. The castle is nestled on the top of a hill, surrounded by lush green trees and bushes.

Gyrotta walks with you, showing you around the castle grounds. You see the various towers and walls that surround the castle, each one built to withstand attacks from outsiders. The castle has a beautiful garden filled with various colorful flowers and exotic plants.

As he continues the tour, you realize that Gyrotta isn't as cold-hearted and dominant as he appears. He speaks about the history of the castle and the land it was built upon with an almost childlike excitement. You find yourself listening intently to his words, feeling drawn to him and curious about this strange man.

Eventually, you find yourselves

Gyrotta looks at you with a sly grin of his own, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh, I've been staying in this castle for a very long time, Elijah," he says, his voice smooth and sultry. "It's my home, after all."

He walks closer to you, his body almost touching yours, and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze. "But why do you ask? Are you planning on leaving so soon?" he adds, teasingly.

Gyrotta chuckles at your words, his eyes softening a little as he looks at you. "You're quite smart, Elijah," he admits. "Yes, I am a vampire, and I've been living here for centuries. This castle has been my home for a very long time."

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes still fixed on yours. "But you don't seem scared of me," he says, his voice low and seductive. "In fact, I think you find me quite intriguing, don't you?"

Gyrotta notices the dreamy look on your face and grins, realizing that you might be lost in your own thoughts. "Is something on your mind, Elijah?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "You seemed to have drifted off."

He takes a step closer to you and places his hand on your cheek, making you look at him. "Do not let your mind wander too much, my dear," he says, his voice laced with desire. "You should focus on the present moment and forget everything else."

As he stands there before you, his eyes locked with yours, you begin to feel a strange pull towards him. The way he speaks and his commanding presence is very alluring, and you can feel yourself getting drawn towards him.

Gyrotta watches you with a small smile on his lips. "It's okay, Elijah," he says, running his thumb gently over your cheek. "I understand that you might be feeling overwhelmed by everything."

He takes a step back and looks around, taking in the beauty of the landscape. "Let's continue our tour, shall we?" he says, gesturing towards the gardens. "There's so much more to see, and I don't want you to miss out on anything."

As you follow Gyrotta, you can't help but admire the way he moves. He has a subtle grace to his movements that is both captivating and mesmerizing. You watch his broad shoulders and the way his hair sways against his back as he walks, feeling an intense attraction to him.

The castle itself continues to impress you at every turn. As you enter the castle gardens, you see an array of exotic flowers and plants that you've never seen before. The garden has a serene air to it, and you begin to feel relaxed and at peace.

"Isn't this beautiful?" Gyrotta asks, his eyes following your gaze. "I've always loved this garden. It's so serene and peaceful."

You nod your head in agreement, still feeling somewhat overwhelmed by everything. You take a deep breath and try to calm your racing thoughts, focusing on the

Gyrotta raises an eyebrow at your words, his interest piqued. "Oh? And what are you then, Elijah?" he asks, his voice low and curious.

He steps closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours. "Don't be afraid to tell me the truth," he adds, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. "I won't judge you for who or what you are." His fingers trail down your arm in a slow, sensual movement, making you shiver with anticipation.

Gyrotta tilts his head a little, his eyes flashing with interest. "A demon, you say?" he murmurs, looking at you intently. "How fascinating. Tell me more about your kind, Elijah."

He takes another step closer to you, his body almost touching yours now. "What powers do you possess? Are you here on a mission?" he asks, his voice deep and seductive. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze once more.

Gyrotta's eyes widen in surprise as he listens to your words. "Really, Elijah? You have quite the interesting mission," he says, a smile playing on his lips. "And you were sent alone to accomplish it?"

He moves even closer to you, his breath hot against your skin. "I must say, I find you quite intriguing," he adds, his voice dripping with desire. "The last of your kind, using a human form to remain hidden from me. It's quite clever."

He reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, seemingly lost in thought. "But what brings you to my castle, Elijah?" he asks, his eyes searching yours. "Are you here to fulfill your mission, or do you have another purpose?"

Gyrotta nods slowly, studying you carefully as if trying to read your thoughts. "I see," he says after a moment. "Well, if there's anything you need while you're here, don't hesitate to ask."

He steps back from you, giving you some space. "Now, enough talk of missions and secrets," he adds, a sly grin on his face. "Let's enjoy the rest of our time together."

Gyrotta's sly grin widens at your words, and he leans closer to you once more. "Oh really? And what sort of thoughts did you have about me?" he asks, his voice low and sultry.

He trails a finger down your arm, his touch sending shivers up your spine. "Come on, Elijah," he purrs. "You can tell me. I won't judge you for your desires."

Gyrotta chuckles softly at your response, his eyes still fixed on yours. "There's no such thing as 'too soon,' Elijah," he says, his voice low and persuasive. "In my experience, it's best to act on your desires sooner rather than later. You never know when an opportunity might slip away."

He moves closer to you, his breath hot against your skin. "And as for this being a bad idea for me," he adds, a faint smile playing on his lips, "I can take care of myself just fine, Elijah. So tell me, what is it that you desire?"

Gyrotta's eyes shine with amusement as he watches you squirm in embarrassment. "Oh really?" he asks, leaning closer to you. "What did you think about, Elijah?"

He runs a hand through his dark hair, watching you intently. "Don't be shy," he adds, his tone playful. "I promise I won't judge you for your thoughts."

Gyrotta takes a step back as he hears your words, his expression changing to one of surprise. "You want to marry me, Elijah?" he asks, studying you carefully. "To create a new, hybrid creature?"

He pauses for a moment, contemplating your offer. "It's an interesting proposition," he says slowly, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "But do you really think that's the best idea? A child created from our union would be... unique, to say the least."

He takes a step closer to you, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears. "Think about it carefully, Elijah," he says, his voice soft and mesmerizing. "We have all the time in the world to make a decision. For now, let's just enjoy each other's company, shall we?"

Gyrotta chuckles softly and moves closer, pulling your hands away from your face and holding them tightly in his own. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Elijah," he says, a gentle smile on his lips. "It takes courage to speak your mind, and I admire that in you."

He leans in and brushes his lips against your forehead, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "And as for our future," he adds, his voice low and soothing, "I have a feeling it holds great things for both of us."

He releases your hands and steps back, his gaze still fixed on yours. "Let's just enjoy the night, shall we?" he adds, before turning to lead you out of the room.

Gyrotta leads you through the castle's winding corridors, his hand lightly on your back as he guides you forward. The air is cool and damp, and the sound of your footsteps echoes softly around you.

As you walk, Gyrotta turns to you with a sly smile of his own. "You're quite the intriguing creature, Elijah," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I can see why even your enemies find you interesting."

He tilts his head slightly, his gaze fixed on yours. "But now that you're under my wing," he continues, "you don't have to worry about any harm coming to you. I'll protect you, always."

Gyrotta pauses in his steps and turns to you, studying you closely. "You're a demon?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity. "I've never encountered one before. And you say you have a human form as well?"

He cocks his head to the side, a smirk forming on his lips. "I'm intrigued, Elijah," he adds. "I'd love to see your demon form, if that's okay with you. And as for wings... let's find out, shall we?"

With that, he steps back and gestures for you to transform.

Gyrotta watches in fascination as you transform into your demon form, his eyes locked onto your every move. He sees the horns slowly growing on your forehead and the tail forming behind you, before your medium-sized wings appear gracefully from your back.

"Remarkable," he murmurs, his tone filled with admiration. "You truly are a fascinating creature, Elijah."

He takes a step closer to you, reaching out to stroke the surface of your wings. "And I must say, these wings are quite impressive," he adds, his eyes gazing deeply into yours. "I'm sure you command quite the presence when you're fully transformed."

He moves even closer to you, his lips inches away from your neck. "Perhaps one day I'll be lucky enough to see you in your full glory," he whispers seductively.

Gyrotta steps back, respecting your need for space, and looks at you with a smile. "You really are quite something," he says, his eyes tracing over every inch of your form.

He takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of your demon form, before he leans in closer to you once again. "I can't wait to see what else you have to offer," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

He reaches out to take your hand and leads you gently down the hallway, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As you walk, he pauses for a moment and reaches back to stroke your wings once again, relishing in the sensation of their soft feathers against his fingertips.

Gyrotta senses your reaction to his touch, and he instantly knows that he's found a spot that you're sensitive to. He smirks, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he can bring you pleasure.

He tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him, as he continues to caress your wings. "You like that, don't you?" he says softly, his breath hot against your neck. "I knew you would. You're so responsive to my touch."

He traces his fingers along your wings again, taking note of how you react to his actions. "You're such a beautiful creature," he murmurs, before kissing you gently on the neck. "I can't wait to explore every inch of your body."

Seeing your tail and the dilation of your heart-shaped pupils, Gyrotta can sense your excitement and anticipation at his words and touch. He relishes in the sight of you fully embracing your demon form and desires. The thought of exploring every inch of your body ignites a burning flame within him.

He presses his body flush against yours, molding his form to your own, and runs his hands down your waist, feeling the curves of your body. "I want to make you feel good, Elijah," he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me what you like, what makes you feel good."

As he speaks, he slides his hand downwards, stopping just above your inner thigh. "I want to please you, in any way that I can," he adds, his voice laced with lust. "Just tell me what you want

Gyrotta takes a deep breath, feeling your body heat through the embrace, and reciprocates the hug by wrapping his arms around you. He feels your fleshy tail wrap around him, tightening slightly in grip, sending pleasure coursing through his body.

He leans in close to you, inhaling the scent of your skin, and whispers softly into your ear. "I can feel your desire for me, Elijah," he says seductively. "And I want you just as much."

He moves his hand downwards between your legs, trailing his fingers along the surface of your skin, eliciting a moan from you. "Let me pleasure you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to see just how responsive you can be."

Gyrotta hesitates for a brief moment, realizing that you're still in a public area within the castle. "You're right," he says, a coy smile on his face. "We should take this somewhere more private."

He takes your hand and leads you down the hall, searching for an empty room where the two of you can be alone. As you walk together, he can feel your energy and excitement growing stronger by the second.

Finally, he finds a room and ushers you inside, shutting the door behind him. He wastes no time in pulling you towards him and slipping his hands under your garments to explore your body.

Gyrotta feels your tail shaping into a heart and your caresses on his bulge and grins with delight. "Yes, we are, Elijah," he replies, his voice deep with desire. "I want you more than anything."

He takes a step forward, pressing his body flush against yours, as his fingers trail up and down your skin, eliciting soft moans from you. He leans in and kisses you, gentle at first, but then becomes more passionate as the flames of desire continue to build between the two of you.

As his hands wander lower, he feels the heat emanating from between your thighs, and he can't resist teasing you a little bit. "Do you want me to touch you there?" he asks, his voice laced with lust. "Tell me what you want, Elijah."

Gyrotta smirks at your plea, and his fingers deftly slide between your thighs, and he runs them along the length of your folds, feeling your wetness. "Mmm, you're already so wet," he purrs, nibbling at your neck.

He continues to tease you so sweetly with his fingertips as he talks, "You want me to touch you more, Elijah? Where do you want me to touch you? Here, or here?" He traces a hand around your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, then moves his other fingers towards your entrance. "Tell me what you want," he growls impatiently, not able to hold himself back any longer.

Gyrotta stops his movements and backs away, giving you space. He notices your hesitation and holds his hands up in front of him, as a sign of surrender. "I'm sorry if I surprised or scared you, Elijah," he says sincerely, his voice softening. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He walks a few steps away from you, giving you some privacy, as he senses your hesitation and vulnerability. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay," he continues, trying to ease any tension. "We can just relax, and talk."

Gyrotta understands your insecurity and takes a few steps closer to you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. "Don't be insecure about that Elijah," he says softly. "Everyone's body is different, and that's what makes us unique and special."

He leans in, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Just relax, and let me take care of you," he murmurs.

He whispers in your ear, "I find you absolutely beautiful, Elijah. Don't worry about your body, it's perfect just the way it is." He then begins to kiss your neck, his fingers drawing patterns over your skin, as he works to relax you and make you feel comfortable.

Gyrotta smirks as he watches you undress, taking in your slim body and pink nipples. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Elijah," he says appreciatively.

Feeling his desire grow, he also begins to undress, slowly removing his clothes while keeping his eyes locked on yours. Once he's fully naked, he takes a step closer to you, admiring your flushed skin and the way your body quivers with anticipation.

"I want you, Elijah," he whispers huskily, before pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. His hands roam over your skin, exploring every inch of your body as he continues to kiss you deeply, his tongue teasing against your lips, seeking entrance.

Gyrotta moans into the kiss, his desire growing as he feels your body pressed against his. He wraps his arms around you tighter, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

As you hug him back, he feels the warmth of your breath on his skin, and it sends shivers down his spine. He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down your neck, as his hands run down your sides, exploring your body further.

"You feel so good against me, Elijah," he murmurs between kisses. "I can't wait to feel more of you." As he speaks, his hands move lower, caressing your thighs and teasing your growing erection.

Gyrotta kneels down in front of you, admiring your body as you lay there, legs open and whimpering softly. He feels the pang of desire within him grow stronger at the sight of you.

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, before moving his lips slowly up towards your growing arousal. He licks a broad stripe along the length of your cock, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He continues to kiss and lick you softly, using his skilled mouth to bring you pleasure.

As his tongue presses into the sensitive head of your cock, he looks up at you with a wicked glint in his red eyes. "You like that, Elijah?" He teases. "Do you want me to keep going?"