Thread: A Necessary Evil [Prince x Insatiable]

Mara clenched her eyes shut and winced at the strong, angry hand that whipped across her delicate face. For a moment, she remained helplessly frozen in the aftermath with her face turned and her battered, raven wing of hair shielding her true expression. Behind it all, Mara hid a delightful smile. The ache at her cheek was throbbing, painful, and even humiliating... but it was still better than feeling the nothing that she felt whilst she rotted away in the prison of the Light. Only after she had heard his footsteps retreat did Mara's pale eyes and return to focus on her captor. Her enchantress upbringing, coupled with her inherit demonic powers, had given the demoness an incredible sense of perception. She could nearly taste the dark secrets and desires that plagued the core of certain humans, and it made targeting her next victim an effortless task and allowed her passage into manipulating their dreams and invading their memories. Brennan was no different. She could sense the regret and shame from him after his violent reveal, and the anger he had for both her and himself for allowing the deed to occur. But, it had only stirred her appetite more and now she craved to sink her teeth into him and taste all of the resent budding within. Mara even wondered if she could make him fear her pretty face, as she had done to so many of his soldiers. Mara gazed down at the offering before those full ruby lips wrapped at the cup's edge and allowed herself a few sips. I have not lied, nor have I deceived you, Lord Commander, her voice had become clearer and more alluring after the drink. I am no possessor, but an enchantress. If you strike me, it is because, just alike your murderous solider, you truly desire it. Is that it, Brennan? Do you enjoy hurting a defenseless woman? She now interrogated him. Her eyes had met his again, but the moonlit orbs had looked more strangely vibrant than before. Once again, her lips coupled at the cup and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back and drinking with her lips suggestively parted. Her mouth had overflowed, resulting in a stream of water that seeped from the corner of her mouth, and raced down her slender neck, past her deep collarbone, and into the threadbare cloth that began to cling to the cold beads of sweat upon her chest. Mara couldn't help but to release an anxious moan at the refreshing sensation, for her body was burning and boiling uncomfortably with desire. There were a time where I would happily eat your gruel, drink from your waters. I once lived as a human, Brennan. I was born from one. Mara pondered the guilt he would feel about her claim of humanity, and she could almost feel sorry for his weakness. This anger you feel... the lust, the desire that you choose to hide, she closed her eyes, groaning softly as her body shuddered in dark fantasy, I feel this tenfold, at all moments, wake and rest. No amount of Light, or water, will cleanse me of these feelings. I was delivered into this, and yet, you seek to punish me for it? Nothing else will sustain me or return my strength. I've been in the face of death only once before, and I had only recovered once I had accepted myself as the slut I was made to be. Shameless, she proudly grinned, I've opened my legs and my mouth and begged to be filled and fed with cum. I know no pleasure greater than my sinful cunt being ravaged by cocks. I've come to love the regret and shame I once felt as a human, because I cannot live without it. Mara's hips squirmed anxiously while she reveled in the thought of her own fantasy. After being forced into solitude with not one to solider to prey on, the demoness had become on edge with her own carnal desire. The immoral propensity she sensed within Brennan made her smooth, bare pussy throb and trickle with excitement. Ever since she had graduated from the brothel and into the Darkness, Mara hadn't needed to beg for sex anymore. With the help of her Dark Lord, she had began to take what she wanted. Would she need to beg Brennan to use her body this time? Would she plead with him to touch her pussy until she screamed in ecstasy? Then she remembered the weakness within him the faltering shame he felt for striking her and the unnerving pity in his eyes each time he surveyed his frail form. Mara, prideful, had of course detested it, but perhaps she could make him feel sorry for the human within her? I will not satisfy any of your questions, not unless you ensure I will survive throughout my stay here. Mara had decided. If you won't allow me to drink the cum from you, nor will you empty it within me, then you must purge me with your own hand. Sensually, she motioned her supple body toward his. Her legs parted once more and caused the damp cloth that hung between her legs to cling between her thighs, faintly outlining her lush, wet petals. Push your fingers into me, prod and play with my pussy until your hands are covered with my essence. I need to drink it... please , my Lord Commander. A pink tongue ran across her lips in a desperate taste. Her eyes, half-lidded, showed a despairing plea but were still hinted with venomous spite as she added, whispering, With a shrouded soul like your own, I know you've explored a woman before.