is sweating profusely; he can see the beads of sweat on her forehead as he zooms in his projection of her. Her face is scrunched up as she discards the sheets in her fever, only to drag them back up over herself as the chills start.
He is somewhat amused to see her suffering. It almost makes him want to go to her and increase her discomfort just to see if she can take it, but he cannot mess with her now. She is too precious to him.
Vaska calls out to him again and he frowns at the interruption.
“This big bed is so empty,” Vaska drawls as she saunters into his living area, completely naked and smelling like a bitch on heat.
Luc rakes his gaze over her ebony skin, but he finds that it now does nothing for him. He is over her after two days.
She sees the blank stare and she knows her end has arrived.
“My lord,” she says holding up her hands. “We’re good together, don’t do this.”
He has no more words for her. She was a good enough fuck while it lasted, but now he has more important concerns: Axelle is starting to tremble violently and it appears she is going the same way as the last one.
He sighs.
No one, except his dear Jezebelle, has ever made it past phase two.
“Darius,” he says quietly and his personal bodyguard appears silently in the shadows. “Take care of this, will you.” Luc doesn’t take his eyes off Axelle as he blocks out the screams of his former lover as Darius rips into her, tearing her into tiny little pieces just for the blood and violence of it, before he consumes her essence.
Darius is special. An essence-eater is a rarity and one that Luc treasures, and ensures is kept well fed and happy. This is the third woman this week that Luc has discarded and Darius’s power is at it’s highest right now. He is going to need a release and very soon.
“Go to the dungeons and find yourself a morsel to take it out on,” he absently orders his demon guard.
“Sir,” Darius grunts his appreciation and vanishes to find himself a weak, new soul to take out his depravities on.
Luc would normal take audience to the rape and torture of Darius’s chosen one, but tonight he is riveted to the scene on the wall. Axelle is still thrashing about, her body is throwing itself all around the bed, her demonic essence is trying to tear itself away from her human form, to get away from the agony, but this is the moment of truth. This is where all but one of his bitches has demised, withering up into a form so unrecognizable before her essence dissipates into the void. He watches in mild disgust as she vomits over the side of the bed.
But it catches his interest and he sits up and peers closer. He is on the edge of his seat, almost clasping his hands together in glee as he sees her crawl off the bed and to the toilet to empty her stomach of its entire contents.
She has survived.
Once again she has taken what he has given her and beat it.
A wide smile passes over his face as he sits back and watches as she rinses out her mouth and then goes to clean up. She is on her feet even quicker than Jezebelle was, and it stirs a burning lust in him that he can’t help. His cock gets hard and he almost wishes that Vaska hadn’t been dispatched of earlier.
No matter. He will take another little bitch to do his bidding, to suck him off as he continues to watch his bound one enter phase three with the new strength that has been bestowed upon her in order for her to complete her task.
~ Chapter Seven ~
“Fuck,” Axelle groans as she flops out of bed with all the grace of a fish out of water. Never in all her demonic life has she felt this awful. Her mouth feels like a bird shat in it and her skin is prickly and twitchy. On the plus side, the burning on her wrist has subsided, even though the bronze bangle is still hanging around her arm.
“Damn Devil,” she mutters as she makes coffee and stumbles into the shower, yet again, to wash the sweat and grossness off her.
“Any chance I can call in
He is somewhat amused to see her suffering. It almost makes him want to go to her and increase her discomfort just to see if she can take it, but he cannot mess with her now. She is too precious to him.
Vaska calls out to him again and he frowns at the interruption.
“This big bed is so empty,” Vaska drawls as she saunters into his living area, completely naked and smelling like a bitch on heat.
Luc rakes his gaze over her ebony skin, but he finds that it now does nothing for him. He is over her after two days.
She sees the blank stare and she knows her end has arrived.
“My lord,” she says holding up her hands. “We’re good together, don’t do this.”
He has no more words for her. She was a good enough fuck while it lasted, but now he has more important concerns: Axelle is starting to tremble violently and it appears she is going the same way as the last one.
He sighs.
No one, except his dear Jezebelle, has ever made it past phase two.
“Darius,” he says quietly and his personal bodyguard appears silently in the shadows. “Take care of this, will you.” Luc doesn’t take his eyes off Axelle as he blocks out the screams of his former lover as Darius rips into her, tearing her into tiny little pieces just for the blood and violence of it, before he consumes her essence.
Darius is special. An essence-eater is a rarity and one that Luc treasures, and ensures is kept well fed and happy. This is the third woman this week that Luc has discarded and Darius’s power is at it’s highest right now. He is going to need a release and very soon.
“Go to the dungeons and find yourself a morsel to take it out on,” he absently orders his demon guard.
“Sir,” Darius grunts his appreciation and vanishes to find himself a weak, new soul to take out his depravities on.
Luc would normal take audience to the rape and torture of Darius’s chosen one, but tonight he is riveted to the scene on the wall. Axelle is still thrashing about, her body is throwing itself all around the bed, her demonic essence is trying to tear itself away from her human form, to get away from the agony, but this is the moment of truth. This is where all but one of his bitches has demised, withering up into a form so unrecognizable before her essence dissipates into the void. He watches in mild disgust as she vomits over the side of the bed.
But it catches his interest and he sits up and peers closer. He is on the edge of his seat, almost clasping his hands together in glee as he sees her crawl off the bed and to the toilet to empty her stomach of its entire contents.
She has survived.
Once again she has taken what he has given her and beat it.
A wide smile passes over his face as he sits back and watches as she rinses out her mouth and then goes to clean up. She is on her feet even quicker than Jezebelle was, and it stirs a burning lust in him that he can’t help. His cock gets hard and he almost wishes that Vaska hadn’t been dispatched of earlier.
No matter. He will take another little bitch to do his bidding, to suck him off as he continues to watch his bound one enter phase three with the new strength that has been bestowed upon her in order for her to complete her task.
~ Chapter Seven ~
“Fuck,” Axelle groans as she flops out of bed with all the grace of a fish out of water. Never in all her demonic life has she felt this awful. Her mouth feels like a bird shat in it and her skin is prickly and twitchy. On the plus side, the burning on her wrist has subsided, even though the bronze bangle is still hanging around her arm.
“Damn Devil,” she mutters as she makes coffee and stumbles into the shower, yet again, to wash the sweat and grossness off her.
“Any chance I can call in
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