8. Dazirus

8

DAZIRUS

I carry Narina through winding corridors, her slight form cradled against my chest. Her breath whispers across my skin, sending an unfamiliar thrill down my spine.

"Where are we going?" she murmurs, voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Somewhere to heal you properly," I reply, surprised by the gentleness in my own tone. “A place where you’ll recover with an alacrity some might call…unnatural.”

We emerge into a cavern bathed in soft, blue light. A pool of shimmering water occupies the center, steam rising lazily from its surface. Ancient runes circle the edges, pulsing with arcane energy.

I approach the water's edge, hesitating. Normally, I'd toss a partner in without a second thought. But Narina... she feels different. Fragile. I lower her slowly, easing her into the soothing liquid.

She gasps as the water envelops her, eyes widening in wonder.

"It's... warm,” she says. “And it tingles."

I nod, watching as the glow intensifies around her wounds.

"Good,” I reply. “That’s how you know it’s working. Let it work its magic."

My hands linger on her waist, steadying her. I'm acutely aware of how small she feels beneath my palms. How breakable. A strange protectiveness surges through me, catching me off guard.

What's happening to me? I've bedded countless beings, demon and mortal alike. Never have I worried about being too rough, about destroying my partner. Yet with Narina, the thought of unleashing my full demonic nature sends a spike of... is that fear?

I study her face, relaxing as the pain etches away. She's exquisite, even in her battered state. But can she truly handle what I am? The darkness that lurks beneath this carefully controlled exterior?

"Thank you," she whispers, breaking my reverie. Her fingers brush mine beneath the water, igniting something primal within me.

I swallow hard, fighting the urge to claim her right here, right now.

"Don't thank me yet, little human,” I reply. “Our contract has only just begun."

I stare at Narina, her small form still submerged in the healing waters. She's so fragile, so human. The realization hits me like a blow to the chest - I have to transform into my true demonic form to sign the contract. Fuck.

My jaw clenches. What if the sheer power of my demonic presence is too much for her? Humans have been known to go mad at the mere sight of a demon's true form. And Narina, in her weakened state...

I close my eyes, letting the carefully constructed human facade fall away. My skin ripples as scales emerge, obsidian black with a faint red sheen. Horns sprout from my forehead, curling back over my skull. Wings unfurl from my back, leathery and imposing.

When I open my eyes, they glow with hellfire. The air around me crackles with demonic energy, making the runes on the floor pulse erratically.

I turn to Narina, half-expecting to see her cowering in terror or worse, driven mad by the sight. Instead, I find her staring at me, eyes wide with... awe?

"You're... magnificent," she breathes.

Relief floods through me, followed quickly by a surge of possessiveness I've never felt before. This human, this fragile creature, sees my true form and calls it magnificent?

I extend a clawed hand towards her, my voice a low rumble.

“Well,” I say, "shall we sign our contract, little one?"

I conjure a jar of blood ink and a paintbrush with a flick of my wrist, the items materializing in my hand. Narina watches, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

"Where's the paper for the contract?" she asks, looking around as if expecting a scroll to appear.

I chuckle, a low rumble in my chest.

"Paper?” I say. “You humans are so precious. So Quaint."

Her brows furrow, confusion written all over her face.

"What do you mean? How else are we supposed to write the contract?"

I step closer, my voice dropping to a low murmur. "You, my dear, are the canvas."

Her eyes widen in realization, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I wave my hand, a gentle breeze wrapping around her, drying her skin. She shivers slightly, her arms wrapping around herself.

"Now, hold still," I instruct, dipping the paintbrush into the blood ink. The runes flow from the brush, each one glowing faintly as it touches her skin. I start at her collarbone, the brush strokes slow and deliberate.

Her breath hitches as the brush trails down her chest, between her breasts, and over her stomach. I can see the rise and fall of her chest growing more pronounced, her breaths coming in heavy pants. Her eyes meet mine, a glaze of lust shining in their depths.

"What... what are you writing?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

I smirk, continuing to paint the runes onto her skin.

"The terms of our contract. Every stroke, every rune, binds you to me."

She shivers again, but this time it's not from the cold. I can see the effect the brush has on her, the way her body responds to each stroke. It's intoxicating, watching her react to my touch.

I finish the last rune, the brush lingering on her hip. Her breaths are ragged, her eyes filled with desire. I step back, admiring my handiwork. The runes glow softly, pulsing with the beat of her heart.

"It's beautiful," she murmurs, her fingers tracing the lines of the runes.

I grin, a wicked glint in my eyes.

"Now, to consummate the contract."

Her eyes widen, understanding dawning on her face. "You mean... we have to..."

I nod, stepping closer. "Yes, my dear. We must make love to seal the contract."

Narina trembles against me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I can't resist any longer. I pull her close, crushing my lips against hers in a searing kiss. She gasps, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tasting her thoroughly.

When we finally break apart, both panting for air, Narina looks up at me with flushed cheeks. Her voice is barely a whisper.

"The contract... won't it smudge?"

I can't help but chuckle at her innocent concern.

"No, little one. The magic won't let it run or smear." I trail a finger along the glowing runes on her skin, delighting in her shiver. "No matter how much I make you sweat and moan, this ink will stay put."

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red at my words, and I find it utterly adorable. Who knew a human could be so captivating? I've never felt this drawn to anyone before, mortal or demon.

"You're beautiful when you blush," I murmur, tracing the curve of her cheek with my thumb. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

When she opens them again, there's a new determination in her gaze. "I'm ready," she says softly, but firmly.

I feel a surge of possessiveness. This fragile human, so brave in the face of the unknown. She's mine now, bound by contract and soon to be bound by flesh.

I lay Narina down on a stone bench near the pool, the cool mist from the water casting a soft sheen on her skin. Kneeling between her thighs, I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve and line a testament to her strength and resilience. The runes I've painted onto her skin glow brighter, pulsing with a rhythm that seems to echo the beating of her heart.

I guide myself into her, a low groan escaping my lips as her warmth envelops me. Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I thrust slowly, deliberately, watching her reactions with keen interest. Her breath hitches, her lips parting slightly as she adjusts to the sensation.

My fingers find her clitoris, circling gently, exploring her responses. Her back arches, a soft moan escaping her lips. I can feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around me as I continue to thrust and tease. Her reactions are fascinating, each gasp and shiver a new piece of the puzzle that is Narina.

"You feel incredible," I murmur, my voice laced with a growl. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a heated gaze.

"You're not so bad yourself," she retorts, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

I chuckle, leaning down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues clash, her taste driving me wild. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

When she climaxes, her body clamps down on mine, holding me tightly within her. A surge of pleasure courses through me, her reaction satisfying something deep and primal within me. I want to explore her body, to learn every inch of her, to understand what makes her tick.

I'm already addicted to her presence, to the way she challenges me, to the way she makes me feel. This human, this fragile creature, has managed to captivate me in a way no one else ever has. And I'm eager to see where this journey takes us.