Their struggle carried them into the kitchen, a confined space that became a battleground. They crashed into walls, knocking over shelves and scattering utensils. Pots and pans clanged to the floor as Azula twisted and turned, trying to break free. Aldric’s hand, now bleeding from her scratches, tightened around her wrist.
He was not letting her go.
Azula’s eyes blazed with fury, why wouldn’t that idiot leave her alone. It was just a mere human, well, now a half-breed, but he was so much more, a dark Fae prince with massive power. With his influence and might she add, handsomeness, he could easily find another replacement for her. So why was he so hell bent on capturing her? Was this another repeat of her history like Benjamin’s? No, this was not happening. She wouldn’t be locked up again.
So Azula kicked out, sending a chair toppling. Aldric deflected the attack, blocking her strikes and countering with precise, controlled force. Each movement of theirs was destructive; counters slammed into walls, dishes shattered on the floor, and the kitchen quickly descended into chaos.
"Why won’t you let me go, you idiot!" She yelled at him in annoyance, throwing whatever she could get her hands on at him, while he deflected it.
Aldric would have admitted that Islinda was his mate at that point, however, he had a feeling Azula doesn’t do well with the idea of commitment and would bolt off the moment she heard it.
He growled instead, "Give back Islinda and then you go wherever you want to."
"How unfortunate," She sneered, "That’s not happening."
Azula rushed at him with a feral scream, twisting her body to slam Aldric against the counter. For a moment, she believed she had the upper hand, but Aldric’s patience had worn thin.
Aldric’s chest heaved with exertion, his eyes glowing with a deadly resolve. "Let’s end this," he hissed, his shadow power flaring, engulfing his form in a dark, menacing aura.
With a surge of his strength, he lifted Azula off her feet and slammed her onto the sleek, metallic countertop. The impact was brutal, knocking the wind out of her. Azula gasped, momentarily stunned, her eyes wide with shock as she saw the dent her body had created in the counter.
"You—!" Azula stammered, incredulous that he would harm her this way, especially considering this was Islinda’s body.
Aldric’s gaze was icy, unyielding. He leaned in close, his voice a dangerous whisper, "I told you, I’ll kill you."
Fear flickered across Azula’s features, quickly replaced by defiance. Aldric dragged her off the counter by her throat, turning her back to him and holding her against his body. His breath was hot against her ear as he growled, "Shift now, give Islinda to me."
"No," Azula spat, her voice defiant even as his grip tightened around her throat, cutting off her air.
"I won’t ask again," Aldric warned, his hand tightening ominously.
Azula laughed despite the pressure on her windpipe, "Do your worst."
And he did.
"Yes, please..." she begged, her body writhing as he drove her towards the edge. Her slick juices coated his fingers, evidence of how ready she was for him.Knowing she was a greedy vicious demon cunt, he added a second, then a third finger, stretching her, making her whimper with a mix of pain and pleasure.
The scene was quite erotic Aldric almost forgot he was dealing with a Succubus and not his beloved Islinda. With her bearing Islinda’s face, it was not hard for him to get carried away. But when Aldric remembered, his eyes flashed with anger and he transferred the aggression to her.
He fucked her ruthlessly with his finger and just when Azula was about to reach the explosive orgasm, he cruelly withdrew his finger. At that moment, Aldrc had the privilege of seeing a demon curse and it was quite... colorful.
She cursed while struggling to be free from his grasp but Aldric only howled with laughter at her helplessness. Seeing her powerless like this filled him with dark satisfaction.
He moved her forward and then bent her over the steel surface of the counter. In that position, she ground harder against his raging arousal and Aldrc groaned, nearly losing control. He stepped back, his hand coming down hard on her bare ass, eliciting a moan from her lips.
She moaned, writhing and blindly reaching for him with her hips, looking for relief from the torment she must be in. Azula was so drenched, her wetness ran down her thigh, the sight filling Aldric with a strange sense of pride. He was not doing this because he wanted it, this was the only way, Aldrc told himself. He could only hope Islinda forgave him for this.
"Please," Azula whimpered, her voice a broken plea. He pinned her hands to the table, rendering her helpless as before.
Aldrc let out a disgruntled sound, nudging her legs and spreading them further apart for him. His gaze fell on the dented part of the counter, evidence of her strength. Good, because he was about to dish out a whole lot to her.
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