Thread: A Necessary Evil [Prince x Insatiable]

Brennan kept his face impassive as the captured demoness stirred. She looked so weak, pathetically so, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and help as she struggled to stand and failed. Slumped against the chains like this, arms stretched above her, she looked completely helpless and Brennan had to fight to remind himself that this was no ordinary woman. She was a servant of the Dark. An evil demoness hiding in the form of a woman. He must have no mercy. Her first words steeled him, the venom and malice in them was unmistakeable and any lingering sympathy fled his mind. Then Mara face's turned up to regard him and he saw her for the first time. Brennan's eyes widened and he swallowed drily, though he kept his jaw set and did not flinch from her smoldering gaze. Those eyes, unnatural pale yellow orbs, seemed to glow like flickering torches themselves as they reflected the light in the dim room. They drew his own eyes into their depths in a mesmerizing, seductive fashion, seeming to hint at sins, depravities and carnal lusts. He felt the skin of his face heat as she looked him over, her brazen inspection making him feel naked despite the full armor and thick surcoat he wore. And now that he could see her, her couldn't deny the appeal of her features despite the evil smile she gave him. With pale white skin contrasted with full red lips and flushed cheeks, she didn't have a pure, maidenly beauty, but rather oozed a raw, sensual and very sexual desire. Pretty yes, but in a way that only led a man to sinful and carnal thoughts. Even in her pathetic state, he could see how that face could haunt a man's darkest dreams. It was terrifying to Brennan, yet, at the same time almost thrilling to behold. Like he was playing with fire that could consume him in a second. The Light is my armor and my shield. Your poisonous tongue cannot breach that defense, replied Brennan stiffly. His eyes hardened and he fought back the urge to slap her, anything to shut her up. No, that wouldn't be right to do at this moment. Let him try the honorable path first. All men have sins and weakness, only those that stand fully in the Light need not fear the Dark. Her next words sent a surge of anger through the stern Paladin. The death of the guard and corruption of his brother soldier was just her most recent sin, one of hundreds of murders she had likely committed in her lifetime. She would pay, Brennan swore silently, once he had gotten what he needed from her. That man's death was by your hand. As well as countless others of my soldiers. I cannot attempt to even reckon your evil, for the true magnitude of your sins is known only within your own dark soul. Yet, even in the darkest of creatures, there is some Light. Even such a Darksworn, foul, and evil demoness as yourself can have redemption if you truly seek the Light. I will show you the path, if you desire life over death, replied Brennan in a measured pace. He knew she was unused to kindness and had lived so long in the shadow that she might not even comprehend what he offered, but he had plenty of time to convince her. When she asked him to touch her, Brennan scowled, assuming some trick as his mind began to spin. What was she talking about? What did corrupting his men have to do with her dying? What did she mean by fading? Then her sultry gaze hit him full force and all he could think about was the inviting way she parted her legs. Even hidden under her torn shift, the sexual motion was unmistakeable and his mind was drawn to that sinful, taboo part of woman's body that she was clearly offering to him with that gesture. She wanted him to do something filthy to her. Something carnal and lustful. She was trying to seduce him. The shudder in her body caused a reciprocal shudder in Brennan's frame. It was a tortured reaction to the shameful realization that his body was betraying him, the desire he felt for Mara undeniably carnal now. His mind, so pure and free of temptation in a normal day, was feeling strange, repressed urges that made his cock stir. The idea of seeing Mara naked had filled his head and Brennan struggled to clear it. Light protect him, he would not fall victim to her tricks! Shut your poisonous mouth, bitch! Brennan snarled as anger filled him, overwhelming the lust that had been growing. With no warning, he gave the pouty faced demoness an open handed slap across one of her flushed cheeks. The strength of the blow was enough to turn her face and send black strands of hair fanning out like a twirling dress. He immediately exhaled in quiet relief at being freed from her seductive gaze and then his jaw fell as he realized in horror exactly what he had just done. She looked so helpless again, head slumped sideways and hair in disarray, and Brennan frantically had to remind himself that she was a foul creature of the dark, not a woman. Turning, he went to the table and poured a flagon of water. He suddenly craved a glass of wine himself suddenly, still shaken by his violent act. After another quick breath to steel himself, he spun back to face her again with his jaw set. When you lie to me, or try to deceive me, you will be punished. I am not afraid to hurt you to get the truth. The Light forgives sins done for the greater good. Now here, drink some water, you just need food and water to recover your strength. As Brennan offered her the cup, placing it below her red lips, he had another shudder. She had driven him to rage and forced him to hit her, which was deplorable, but even worse was the realization he had now had that he had enjoyed striking her. The sense of power, control, and importantly, joy at getting her to finally shut up, had been more fulfilling than his shame at striking a woman. He wasn't supposed to like interrogating her, it was a sinful, terrible task. Yet now, as he studied her, the idea of breaking this prideful, evil bitch to his will was making him tremble with anticipation. She was so haughty, so evil, and so disdainful of him. How sweet would it be to have her respect him? To get her to obey him willingly? And, of course, to force her to not try to seduce him again. That was most important, as he did not wish those carnal lusts to tempt him again. He was strong, but those desires were insidious. Perhaps he should be more forceful with her? His anger gave him strength and let him resist her temptations, a form of armor against her charms. Yes, the stick might be the best approach, as the carrot was proving too dangerous for his own carnal urges to handle. Drink up, Mara, you just need to get your strength back.