6. Javan

6

JAVAN

S he’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe she gave in so easily.

The heat of her touch sends a jolt through my veins. This human, with her fire of defiance and desperation, fuels a lust within me that I haven't felt in eons. Her essence is intoxicating, a rare vintage that I'm eager to savor.

I pull her closer, my hands exploring the curves of her body, each caress stoking the inferno between us. She's a delightful contradiction, trembling yet fierce, her eyes ablaze with a need that matches my own. I can feel her energy, raw and unbridled, as she moves against me, her breath hitching with each thrust.

Taking a fistful of her hair, I pull her back into my chest as I continue to pound in and out of her pussy. Her wetness pools down her thighs, splashing down onto my legs as well.

"You're mine now," I growl into her ear, my voice a low rumble that resonates in the dank air of the dungeon. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

She gasps as I claim her, her body arching into mine, surrendering to the primal rhythm that our bodies dictate. The world outside our frenzied coupling ceases to exist.

The sound of approaching footsteps barely registers over the pounding of my heart, but the sudden silence from the guards outside my cell alerts me to their presence. I grin wickedly, knowing full well what they'll see when they dare to glance through the bars of my cage.

A group of dark elves stumble upon the scene, their eyes widening in shock and arousal. The human, lost in the throes of her climax, is oblivious to our audience, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the stone walls as she cums violently on my cock. Saliva drips from her mouth, her body quivering as she rides the wave of her release.

I meet the gaze of the dark elves, my eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "What do we have here?" I taunt, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did you come to watch the show?"

One of the dark elves, his face a mask of outrage, sputters, "You—you're a demon! You should be in chains, not—not rutting like an animal!"

I chuckle, the sound rich and deep. "And yet, here I am, doing exactly as I please." I tighten my grip on the human, her skin flushed and slick with perspiration. My cock is still wet and twitching from the aftermath. "You see, your chains can't hold me. Your magic is like a child's toy to someone like me."

"W-What the fuck?" one of the dark elves says, unsheathing his sword. "This is madness. We need to kill him. Now!"

I lay Catandria gently on the cold stone floor, her body still trembling from the recent climax. The dark elves surround us, their sneers and jeers grating on my nerves. My blood boils with anticipation.

"Stay down," I murmur to her, my eyes never leaving the approaching threats.

The first dark elf lunges, his blade aimed for my throat. I sidestep easily, my fist connecting with his jaw in a satisfying crunch. Another one comes at me from the side, but I catch his wrist and twist, hearing the snap of bone before he crumples to the ground.

"Is this all you've got?" I taunt, kicking another elf in the gut. He doubles over, and I bring my knee up to meet his face. Blood splatters, and he collapses.

Catandria's eyes widen as she watches, but she doesn't cower. Instead, she scans the ground, her hand closing around a discarded sword. Good girl.

A dark elf sneaks up behind me, his dagger glinting in the dim light. I turn just in time to block his strike with my forearm, but before I can retaliate, Catandria's knife plunges into his back. He gasps, his eyes bulging in shock as he crumples to the ground.

"Well, well," I say, genuinely impressed. "Didn't think you had it in you."

She looks at her hands, still gripping the knife, her expression a mix of horror and exhilaration. "I—I didn't know I could..."

I glance at her, eyes wild and electric. "That strength you're feeling? It's temporary. We haven't sealed the deal yet."

She nods, understanding flashing in her eyes. "We need to leave. Now."

We move in unison, slicing through the dark elves that dare to block our path. Her movements are almost feral, driven by a crazed determination. Blood splashes along the walls, across her hands, across our bodies. Nothing deters us.

A dark elf lunges at her, but she twists gracefully, her blade finding his throat. Blood sprays, painting her in crimson. She revels in it, her eyes gleaming with a bloodlust that matches my own. She bathes in their blood, and I feel an urge to grant her more power than just an ordinary contract.

She deserves it.

Another dark elf charges, and I extend my hand, tendrils of shadow wrapping around him, squeezing the life out of him. His eyes bulge, and he collapses, lifeless. I turn to her, a grin spreading across my face. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

She wipes the blood from her cheek, her smile wicked. "More than I thought I would."

"Good," I say, feeling a thrill course through me. "Let's see how far that enjoyment goes."

We fight our way through the dungeon, leaving a trail of carnage in our wake. Each kill, each drop of blood, fuels the fire within us. She moves with a grace and savagery that is mesmerizing. I can't take my eyes off her.

A group of dark elves forms a blockade ahead. I smirk, my fingers twitching with anticipation. "Ready to make a mess?"

She nods, eyes blazing. "Let's do it."

I unleash a wave of dark energy, the force ripping through the elves, tearing flesh from bone. She follows, her blade a blur, cutting down anyone still standing. The dungeon walls echo with the sounds of our violence, the air thick with the scent of blood and death.

Our exit is within reach. Behind us, the corpses of dark elves litter the floor, gashes across their bodies as their blood oozes onto the floor.

This violence satiates me.

All of this death has never made me felt more alive.