Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

Technically the demoness who had greeted Raelynn had indeed fucked her master once the same could be said of virtually every attractive servant, male or female. Yet Azondious did not repeat when it came to his demons. Captive humans? Certainly. Allies or enemies that would offer themselves up? Most definitely. Cheeky spellswords who strutted into his castle frightening all who dwelt therein? Most definitely. Still, the succubus smiled and followed the shooing, leaving Raelynn to find her own way within. The female was almost tempted to take the command quite literally nothing wrong with a little masturbation after all help take the nerves off. Literally every lesser demon in the entirety of Deathwing's domain would be walking on eggshells with a legendary demonslayer simply strolling casually through the halls. Some had heard that their liege had made promises that one day Raelynn would be available to any who wanted to delve between her fine legs. While so many that dwelt therein followed and believed in their master, none could quite picture the hardened warrioress doing anything of the kind. So they scurried out of her way as she walked through. A few mumbled directions or greetings, pointing. One or two slunk further into shadows, hands going to genitals to pump or tease while watching that fine ass, hoping that their master did as he so often did. They had seen haughty ones strut in before... and they'd seen some limp out, semen drizzling from between their legs. Each and every one fervently hoped that Raelynn would be among their number. The greeting chamber looked as one would expect. All flickering blue flames lighting up the dark opulence. Azondious had taken up position at his throne, which also reflected his armored form almost too well all spikes and slick metals. One hand curled toward his face while the other drummed against his rest, watching as this delightful vision strolled toward him. Her warrior's walk added a unique grace to each step that Azondious appreciated far more than the seductive strut so many of his servants employed. There was also something to be said for how she crossed her arms under her breast, squeezing them, demonstrating the pronounced curves, that struck Azondious as being unconscious not the gestures of someone attempting to seduce. That the demon lord towered over her seemed to matter little. He let her speak. One would expect better behavior from someone who claims to speak for the light and the good peoples, he spoke. His voice had a dark silkiness, almost like satin sliding over a too-sharp blade. His blue eyes flared crimson for a moment as he looked down upon her. There is such a thing as protocol, young spellsword. You are supposed to be a representative. More accurately, you are supposed to be a sacrifice to balance the scales and willingly surrender yourself. Yet you strut in here as if you expect everyone to bow and scrape to your whim. Give me a good reason not to simply banish you from this place and send you back to your comrades. I'm certain they would simply love to hear about how Raelynn the spellsword of light failed . Unless that's your desire? I don't particularly care if this whole world collapses on itself, he gestured around him. I have hewn this sanctuary using my magics, and even should it not survive well, he shrugged, what care I of the world now? So you see, he looked to her again, literally the entire world is resting on your somehow finding the ability within yourself to behave. Care to start again?