Page 12 of His to Break
AZRAEL
T he air crackles with an unspoken tension, thickening with every passing day.
Each glance exchanged between Kara and me feels charged, the weight of desire simmering just beneath the surface.
I can see it in her eyes—the way they light up when she talks about her newfound power, how each triumph over the dark elves makes her stronger.
And yet, I remain acutely aware of my own desires, a storm brewing within me that demands release.
Kara arrives with food again, her tray laden with what appears to be a more generous portion than usual.
I know the dark elves feed their slaves slop—gruel fit only for vermin—but Kara’s offerings come from my own meals.
“You need to eat,” I insist, gesturing for her to take a seat beside me.
She hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her face.
“It’s not right for me to take your food,” she murmurs, glancing at the meager remnants of what I have left untouched.
“Your strength is crucial to our plans,” I counter, my voice low and commanding.
“If you starve yourself, you’ll only weaken our chances.
” She bites her lip, considering my words before finally relenting.
As she picks up a piece of bread and takes a bite, I watch with satisfaction as color returns to her cheeks and muscle fills out her frame.
The once gaunt girl who carried a sense of defeat now sits taller—stronger.
“You wouldn’t believe what happened today,” she says between bites, excitement lighting up her features. “I compelled three guards to turn on each other while they were gambling.”
A smile breaks across my lips; there’s something intoxicating about watching her revel in this new identity. “And how did that feel?”
“Powerful,” she admits, and I can’t help the pride swelling in my chest.
But there’s no time to bask in those moments now; we have work to do. We slip into the shadows once again tonight, cloaked by darkness as we move stealthily through the twisting corridors of the fortress.
I walk closely behind Kara, my eyes roaming over her form—a silhouette defined by curves that were once hidden beneath layers of ragged clothing. She carries herself differently now—confidently—as if she knows she holds power beyond what any mere human should possess.
Our mission tonight is simple: gather information about the contract binding me here. We glide past empty rooms and echoing halls until we reach the chambers of one of the dark elf nobles—the source of my torment and humiliation.
Kara pushes open the door quietly; it creaks softly as we step inside. The room is lavishly adorned with ornate furniture and glittering artifacts that hint at wealth amassed through cruelty and oppression.
“Search everywhere,” I instruct as we split up, but even as I scan the room for any scrap of parchment or detail that might reveal how to break free from these chains binding me both physically and magically, every flicker of movement from Kara distracts me.
She moves gracefully among rich tapestries and decadent displays—eyes scanning surfaces while keeping an ear open for any sign of danger lurking beyond this chamber's threshold.
My focus sharpens as I turn toward a grand desk littered with scrolls when suddenly footsteps echo outside the door—a pair of guards making their rounds too close for comfort.
“Hide!” I hiss under my breath.
We duck behind a large tapestry hanging on the wall just moments before two guards enter the chamber. Their laughter fills the space like poison as they stroll around casually without noticing our presence concealed behind the fabric.
“Did you hear? They caught another slave trying to escape last night,” one guard remarks casually as he inspects items on a nearby shelf.
“It won’t be long before they start hunting down all those humans,” his companion replies dismissively. “They’re nothing but animals anyway. And that demon—our own little pet. Maybe they'll finally put him to use.”
My fists clench at their words—I want nothing more than to leap out and silence them permanently—but Kara rests a calming hand on my arm and gestures with her head when I look at her.
The guards’ laughter fades as we retreat into the shadows, my frustration boiling over. We could have gotten what we needed—should have gotten what we needed. I snarl, the sound rumbling in my throat like a warning growl.
But when I turn to Kara, her eyes glow with an unsettling intensity, a darkness swirling within that both fascinates and terrifies me. There’s something dangerously alluring about her transformation.
Back in our chamber, the door clicks shut behind us, sealing off the outside world. Kara steps closer, her movements fluid and hypnotic. Her hips sway as she approaches, drawing me in like a moth to flame.
“You’re too tense,” she purrs, her fingers trailing down my chest with a feather-light touch. I feel every nerve ending spark to life under her caress, heat pooling low in my gut.
I swallow hard; my breath hitches as I realize what’s happening. She’s wielding her powers like a master—her incubus blood surging through her veins grips me tight.
“Let me help you relax,” she whispers against my ear, her breath hot and inviting. And just like that, I’m lost—sinking into the depths of desire where reason blurs and all that matters is the primal pull between us.
Kara’s voice is a siren’s call, her words laced with a sultry confidence that I can’t resist. “Sit,” she commands, and my body obeys before my mind has time to process the order.
The bed creaks under my weight as I sink onto the mattress, the chains binding me clinking softly in the otherwise silent room.
She drops to her knees before me, her hands deftly unfastening my trousers.
I know what’s coming, and a part of me—the primal, unchained part—wants to pull away, to remind her that I am a high demon, not some lowly creature to be commanded.
But the truth is, I crave this release, this brief moment of escape from the constant oppression of my enslavement.
Her gaze locks onto mine as she frees my cock from its confines, her eyes darkening with lust. She looks at it like she’s starving, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.
The sight of her on her knees, eager and willing, sends a jolt of arousal coursing through me.
I know she’s using her powers, I can feel the subtle hum of energy pulsating between us, but it feels so fucking good that I can’t bring myself to care.
Kara leans forward, her hand wrapping around the base of my shaft as she takes me into her mouth.
The warmth of her lips, the softness of her tongue—it’s heaven and hell all at once.
Her head bobs up and down, taking me deeper each time, and I can’t help but groan, the sound reverberating throughout the room.
I thread my fingers through her hair, a growl rumbling in my chest as I guide her movements, pushing her head down further, feeling the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
She gags slightly but takes it like a champion, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with mine.
The noises she makes, the little whimpers and moans of pleasure and desperation, they’re intoxicating—a symphony of sin and seduction that drives me wild.
As if reading my thoughts, Kara releases me from her mouth, a wicked grin playing on her lips. “My turn,” she purrs, climbing onto my lap and positioning herself above my aching cock. She’s so wet, so ready for me, and I can feel the heat radiating from her core as she slowly sinks down onto me.
We both moan as she envelops me completely, her tight, wet heat almost too much to bear. She braces her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she starts to ride me—slowly at first, then faster, harder, her hips rocking against mine in a rhythm as old as time itself.
She throws her head back, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I can’t resist the urge to reach up and cup them, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
“Tell me how good it feels,” she pants, her eyes closed, lost in the throes of passion.
“So fucking good, by the gods,” I moan, my hips bucking up to meet her thrusts.
I slap her ass, the sound of skin on skin cracking through the air like thunder. She cries out in pleasure, her inner walls clamping down around me even tighter, and I grip her hips, holding her in place as I drive into her with all the strength I possess.
I can feel her strength surging with every touch, every kiss, every moan—it’s alluring and unsettling all at once. She’s becoming too powerful, and part of me wonders if I’ve created a monster that I won’t be able to control.
But those thoughts are pushed aside as the pressure builds at the base of my spine, the telltale sign that I’m about to come. Kara feels it too, her movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate as she chases her own climax.
With a final, powerful thrust, we tumble over the edge together, our cries of ecstasy mingling in the air as wave after wave of pleasure washes over us. Her body convulses around me, milking every last drop from my cock as I fill her with my seed.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal and the haze of lust begins to clear, I can’t help but marvel at the woman in my arms. She’s come so far from the timid, broken slave I first met—and while a part of me fears what her growing power might mean for our future, another part of me can’t wait to see just how far she’ll go.