The stone floor was warm against Kael's bare skin—too warm.
His eyes snapped open.
Above him stretched a vaulted ceiling painted in blood-colored glyphs that pulsed faintly, as if the stone itself were alive. His wrists ached. They were shackled over his head with black iron cuffs bound in a chain of rune-etched links, anchoring him to a massive onyx slab.
And he was naked. Fully.
"...What the fuck," he muttered.
A soft rustle—like silk over flesh—drew his gaze toward the throne at the far end of the chamber.
She sat with one leg crossed elegantly over the other, head propped lazily against her fist. Her eyes glowed like molten wine, pupils shaped like slits. Hair black as ink tumbled over her sharp shoulders, framing a face carved from cruel perfection. Crimson horns curled from her skull like a twisted crown.
Her lips parted.
"Ugh. Not another scrawny one."
Kael blinked. "Sorry?"
The Demon Queen arched one brow. Her voice dripped with boredom and a faint rasp that felt like velvet on skin. "You're not the soul I summoned. You're defective."
"Defective?" Kael struggled against the cuffs, hips jerking instinctively. "Lady, I was ordering pad thai twenty minutes ago."
"Mm," she murmured, standing with a slow grace. Her heels clicked as she walked, each step echoing in the chamber. "You're human. Unbranded. Yet… somehow bound to the ritual circle."
Kael watched her approach—watched how her sheer black robes clung to every curve, slit wide at the thighs, revealing long, muscular legs and glimpses of dark red runes tattooed up her skin.
She stopped at the slab, standing beside him. Then she leaned in low.
Her breath, strangely cool, teased his lips. "What's your name, little pet?"
Kael smirked. "Kael Thorne. Human. Virgo. Prefers top bunk, hates cucumbers, and currently freezing his ass off."
She smiled. Just a hint. "I see."
Her clawed finger slid across his chest, slow, deliberate.
"You're mouthy," she whispered.
"And you're hot," he shot back. "But this isn't exactly the meet-cute I imagined."
Suddenly, the slab tilted—just a few degrees—but it was enough to make his arms tug harder in the chains, forcing his chest forward. She stepped closer, pressing her full figure against his bound body, letting her thigh graze his cock. He stiffened immediately.
"Sensitive," she purred. "Even here?"
Kael swallowed. "What do you want from me?"
Her lips brushed his ear. "A contract."
He shuddered.
Then her hand slid between his thighs, nails grazing inner skin—not cutting, just teasing.
"You sign it," she said, "and I don't shred your soul into screaming ribbons."
Kael inhaled through his teeth as she cupped his balls, gently testing his response.
"...Define 'contract,'" he said breathlessly.
She laughed softly—deep, resonant. "You obey. I reward. I command. You kneel. You serve. I own."
"Sexually?"
"Entirely."
Her fingers gripped his shaft—hard.
He gasped.
She tilted her head. "Do you consent, human?"
Kael's voice came out rough and low. "If I say yes… do I get a safe word?"
The Demon Queen grinned.
"You get three."
Her smile didn't fade as she raised her hand. Runes pulsed to life on her fingertips, casting a faint glow across Kael's chest.
A shimmer flickered in the air above him—then snapped down around his throat like a striking serpent.
The collar appeared with a hiss: deep crimson leather, slick and tight, adorned with a single obsidian ring in the front. It fastened itself without straps or buckles, sealing with a sound like breath drawn through teeth.
Kael twitched.
"Holy shit."
"Hold still," Saelori murmured, running her palm across the collar. "It reads your submission. Tighter when you lie. Warmer when you ache. Pain when you resist."
"I like that you're straightforward."
"I like that you're still hard," she said simply.
Kael exhaled through clenched teeth. Her fingers trailed down his stomach again, then returned to wrap around his cock. She held him—firm, possessive, not stroking. Just holding.
He twitched in her hand.
"Tell me what you are," she said quietly.
Kael's lips parted, but no words came.
She squeezed.
"Wrong answer."
"Nn—fuck—"
"Say it, Kael." Her lips hovered just above his. "Say what you are now."
He fought the instinct to buck against her grip. The collar flared with heat, snugging tighter around his neck.
"...Yours."
She tilted her head, satisfied. "Better."
Her thumb dragged across the head of his cock, slow, smearing precum across his skin. He gasped again, sharp and helpless.
"Lesson one," she whispered, "is control."
"Right. Sure. Sounds reasonable—oh fuck—"
Without warning, she dropped to her knees beside the slab.
Her lips ghosted over the shaft, not touching yet—just teasing. Her eyes flicked up, daring him.
"I don't service toys," she murmured. "I reward them."
"I can be so fucking rewarding," Kael gasped, voice half-broken.
She smirked.
Then she pressed her tongue flat against his cock—hot, wet, slow—and licked up to the tip. Once. Cruel. Luxurious.
He moaned, sharp and guttural.
"Don't you dare cum," she said softly.
"I—I won't—"
Her mouth wrapped around him before he finished the word, tongue curling as she slid down slow, deep, then back up in one long pull. One hand pressed against his stomach, pinning him down. The other gripped the collar at his throat.
Kael's body trembled under her, hips trying to buck—failing.
Every time he twitched, she stopped. Stared up at him. Let his desperation build like heat beneath the skin.
Then—
She stopped.
Her mouth pulled away with a soft, wet pop, leaving him twitching and panting, soaked with her spit, balls tight and aching.
He stared down at her. "You're evil."
"Correct," she said, rising smoothly to her feet.
She didn't touch him again. Not yet.
Instead, she leaned in, one hand curling around his throat, not choking—just holding. Her nails dragged along the collar's edge.
"Beg," she whispered.
Kael hesitated. His lips twitched.
"Saelori," he breathed, "please…"
"Please what?"
"I want to cum."
She stared at him, eyes half-lidded. Then she leaned close, her lips brushing his ear.
"Then don't move."
And in one sharp motion, she mounted him.
Kael's breath caught as her thighs settled on either side of his hips, skin like fire and silk, muscles taut and commanding. The sheer black slit of her robes slid aside naturally as she positioned herself—deliberate, powerful, wet.
Her heat hovered just above the tip of his cock.
She didn't lower.
Not yet.
Instead, she rolled her hips forward slightly, letting his length press against the slick, swollen lips of her cunt—slicker than he could've imagined, hotter than he could stand.
He whimpered.
"You're already shaking," she said, amused. "You haven't even earned it."
Kael strained in his bonds. "I will. I swear I—fuck, please—"
Saelori let her weight sink down just enough for his tip to slip inside—barely.
Kael's eyes snapped shut. "Holy—fuck."
She leaned forward, hands planted on his chest, her claws pricking gently, not enough to break skin, just enough to remind him who she was.
"You know what I love about mortals?" she purred. "You break beautifully."
She lowered another inch.
Kael's cock throbbed as the heat of her pussy wrapped around him, wet and impossibly tight. She kept her pace maddeningly slow, letting each pulse of his body twitch inside her, controlling every centimeter.
He gasped. "Saelori—please—use me—"
"Oh, I will."
Her hips slammed down.
All at once.
He shouted. The sound cracked out of him like lightning—desperate, overwhelmed, aroused to the edge of madness. She held there, fully seated, grinding in a tight, punishing circle.
"You exist to be filled," she hissed. "Isn't that right, pet?"
Kael choked on a moan. "Yes—yes—fuck, yes—"
She rode him like a throne.
Not frantic. Not soft.
She moved with power and poise, fucking him with steady, devastating precision. Her muscles clenched and rolled around him with every grind, milking his cock as her claws scraped his chest.
He was already so close it hurt.
She knew it.
"Don't cum," she said again.
"I—fuck—Saelori—"
"I'll stop if you do."
He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.
Her body moved harder, faster, pressing him down with every thrust. The collar flared against his throat, tighter, hotter, like it was feeding off his need.
She leaned down, lips brushing his ear again.
"Say who owns you."
"You do—fuck—you do—"
"Say what you are."
"Your toy. Your fucktoy. Your—"
She growled, low and pleased.
Then she clenched around him so hard he almost lost it.
Kael screamed through gritted teeth.
"I need to—"
She bit his neck.
And stopped.
Completely.
His cock throbbed inside her as she sat still, perfectly still, still wrapped around him. His body shook under hers, bound and trembling, helpless and denied.
"You'll beg properly," she whispered. "Next time."
She pulled off of him in one slow, dripping motion, leaving his cock twitching, soaked in her arousal, untouched and ruined.
Kael was panting, sweat slicking his chest, voice broken.
"Next time?" he croaked.
Saelori smirked as she stood, her inner thighs glistening, her breath perfectly steady.
"I said you'd be rewarded," she said. "I didn't say when."
Kael was still hard.
Painfully.
Every twitch of his cock sent another jolt of frustration up his spine, like his nerves had been rewired to pulse with denial. The chains kept his wrists stretched above his head, chest heaving, body soaked in sweat and coated with her scent.
She hadn't touched him in minutes.
She didn't need to.
Saelori stood by the edge of the slab, lips parted just slightly, fingertips glowing with residual magic as she studied him like a painting she wasn't quite finished with.
"You're doing well," she said, voice soft, almost sweet.
Kael groaned. "That—that felt like a lie."
She gave him a sideways glance. "It was."
Her finger twitched.
A spark of red light burst from her hand and struck the collar. The ring in front flashed. Kael gasped—and bucked.
The pulse hit directly down his spine and wrapped around his cock like invisible fingers, squeezing gently, then pulling. Not enough to let him climax. Just enough to torture.
"Fuck!—fuck, that—"
She sent another.
Kael arched off the slab.
Each pulse was hotter, tighter, more precise—like her magic had mapped his most sensitive points and was toying with them at her leisure. The head of his cock glistened, dripping precum onto his stomach.
"Please," he rasped.
"Oh? Now you remember your manners?"
Her nails tapped against his thigh as she walked slowly around the table, like she was inspecting a new breed of animal.
"You haven't earned release, pet. You haven't even begged right."
He gasped. "I—I'll do whatever—fuck—just let me cum—"
Another flick of her wrist.
His hips jerked. His legs trembled. She watched with glowing eyes, satisfied, merciless.
"Not yet," she said, almost gently.
She walked back around and leaned in low, letting her breath ghost over his shaft again—but not touching, not even close. Just heat. Just presence.
Kael clenched his fists in the chains. His voice cracked. "I'm losing my goddamn mind."
"You're not." She smiled, lips inches from his cock. "You're becoming mine."
Then her tongue flicked—one quick, taunting lick across the head.
Kael shouted.
Her magic pulsed again. And again. Small bursts, tightening, teasing, milking the edge of release but never letting him fall.
His entire body bucked.
And then—just when his breath hitched, and he nearly snapped—
she stopped.
No more pulses. No more heat. Nothing but aching.
He was panting so hard it bordered on sobbing.
Saelori tilted her head.
"You'll stay like this," she said calmly, "until I decide otherwise."
"Please," Kael rasped.
Her hand rested over his chest. "You'll learn that wanting isn't enough. Obedience is."
Kael didn't speak.
He couldn't.
His cock throbbed in the open air, leaking against his belly, denied and twitching and utterly, hopelessly hard.
Saelori turned away, just once glancing over her shoulder.
"Stay hard, pet. I'll be back."
Kael's breath was ragged.
Time blurred into nothing as he lay there—cuffed, leaking, balls drawn tight, body aching with unsatisfied lust. Every nerve screamed for relief. His cock was a furious, dripping monument to denial.
And still, she didn't return.
Not yet.
The silence of the throne room was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and magic. The runes above flickered. Somewhere, far off, a bell chimed once—deep and distant.
Then—
The chamber doors burst open.
Kael flinched, chains rattling.
Saelori's voice sliced through the air before the echoes even faded.
"Who dares?"
A tall, armored figure strode into the throne room without kneeling.
His skin was slick black obsidian, eyes glowing with silver fire. Horns twisted forward like a ram's, and black smoke curled from the joints of his spiked armor.
"Your Majesty," the demon growled, "you summoned a human without Council approval?"
Saelori didn't turn.
"I do not answer to leashed mutts sent by the Demon Court."
The air thickened with tension. The intruder stepped closer—too close.
Kael, still shackled to the slab, naked and painfully hard, could barely process it all. His cock throbbed again uselessly, but now with something colder threading through his blood.
The armored demon's eyes flicked toward him.
"He reeks of your heat," the intruder said. "And you're claiming him already?"
Kael muttered weakly, "Could we maybe not talk about me like a chew toy while I'm literally hard and helpless—?"
The intruder snarled. "You've grown soft, Saelori."
And then—he moved.
Fast.
A blur of shadow and blade drawn from his back.
Kael shouted.
But Saelori turned without hesitation—one arm outstretched, eyes glowing hellfire red.
"KNEEL."
The command struck like thunder.
The demon slammed to the floor mid-lunge, cracking stone beneath him, held by invisible force. His sword skittered across the room. He roared in pain, muscles straining against her power.
"You come into my chamber," Saelori said coldly, stepping forward, robes flowing like liquid night, "while I'm disciplining my property… and you draw a weapon?"
She stopped just in front of him, towering.
Kael watched, wide-eyed.
Saelori raised her boot—and slammed it down on the demon's head, grinding it into the stone.
"You want to see how soft I've become?" she whispered.
The runes along her thighs blazed to life. Her mouth twisted into a cruel smile.
"I'll show you."
And behind her… Kael felt the slab start to tilt.
A new spell crackled through the collar.
The chains unlocked.
He fell forward—
Right into her arms—
Just as her eyes turned to him and said, with velvet command:
"Get on your knees, pet. It's time to earn your release."