Andariel
So, I wake up, which I totally hadn't expected. It's amazing really. I thought he meant to kill me. In fact, I'm certain he did. Maybe this is hell. Or heaven. Or purgatory. Or... something else. I'm not really up on my Christian ideology. I open my eyes and scream. It's an involuntary reaction, but still. I control myself and try to carefully analyze the situation. Okay, so I'm tied to a bed. I'm still wearing my clothes from the night before (maybe, maybe longer) which are mostly clean except for a few blood drops. The room is clean, if not exactly comforting. Maybe he drained me and sold me to someone? Izual, the demon's name is Izual. He told me that. I frown, trying to remember where I've heard that name before. It almost seems important. Oh well. Maybe I'll remember later. The door opens and Izual walks in. He looks prettier than I remember, perhaps because this is his element. Candle light drenches him, making feathers and skin alike seem to glow. He smiles and I whimper helplessly. I stop just short of trying to climb up the bed. It won't do me any good. The smile leaves instantly and he comes to me.
"Hush, little one." he whispers as he strokes my cheek. I shiver again and turn away. He sighs softly and leans in closer, until his lips brush my ear. "What is wrong?"
I snort. It's another of those involuntary reactions. I just can't help it. I thought demons were supposed to be intelligent and deadly, not idiots. "You kidnapped me and tied me to a bed. What's right?"
He growls and bites my throat, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hurt. I yelp and try to jerk away, but I'm still bound in place.
"Stop!" I scream. He laughs softly and nips my earlobe.
"Look, little one, you will obey me, or you will die." he whispers. He lies down beside me, snuggling close. His nose is on my pulse, but he's being very careful not to touch anything that would freak me out. Or maybe he's not interested in me sexually, and he just wants my blood. I blush and he moans softly, pressing his body closer to mine. I tremble, my heart beating like a scared rabbit, and he moans louder.
"Please!" His fangs scrape my pulse and I yelp again. He closes his eyes, and I would swear he's counting.
"My self control is not perfect. I would suggest that you quit teasing me before I give into my blood lust." I snarl at him and he growls.
"It's not my fault that you're a blood sucking freak!" I scream. He meets my eyes, his cold and uncaring. I begin to think I shouldn't have said that. He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes until I bleat. I don't have enough air to beg. I can see black spots swimming before my eyes.
"Would you like to rephrase that?" he asks calmly. I nod frantically and he lets me go. I cough painfully as he strokes my throat.
"Sorry." I manage. It sounds more like a croak than a word. He considers me for a long moment.
"I did not intend to keep you like this. I simply wished to keep you immobile until I returned." I blink at him, unsure of how I should reply to that.
"Why?" I ask finally. He shifts his body gracefully and returns to his previous placement. He is warm, and I can feel my muscles relaxing as he cuddles with me.
"If you awoke before I returned, I did not wish for you to explore your surroundings." I consider asking why again, but decide against it. To my surprise, he continues anyway. "There are others here, who would happily torture you, and I wish for you to be safe."
"That's nice." I answer absently. I'm still trying to figure out how protecting me and choking me are synonymous. He uses his nose to nuzzle me gently, making me shiver again. This time it's not from fear. All of my scared thoughts go out the window. He lets his hand slide under my shirt, stroking my bare skin with just his finger tips.
"Your skin is so soft." he whispers. Izual kisses my throat gently, then moves further up my cheek. I meet his eyes as his lips meet mine. He kisses me gently, softly, just pressing his lips to mine, then pulling away. He studies my eyes for a moment before leaning in again. This time the kiss is longer. I lift my arm, trying to touch him, and whimper when I hit the end of my rope. He laughs softly and keeps kissing me. His hands continue stroking me gently, touching my skin and making me shiver harder. I open my mouth to protest and he growls triumphantly, deepening the kiss as he rolls over on top of me. I freeze for a moment and he pulls away, panting.