He awoke suddenly with a sharp gasp and sat upright, his mind a whirling mess of jumbled thoughts and questions. He looked around at his surroundings, at the dull stone chamber and the strange glow that dimly lit the room, and slowly, like a steadily building nightmare, it all returned. The battle, his capture, Master Alandros's death, his failure to resist the whims of his captor, the 'black rose' who called herself Lucia Morgana.
Everything.
Daelo shifted slightly and realised for the first time that he was laying in a large king sized bed, situated in the centre of the chamber where he had awoken before on the hard floor. The tall bed posts at either end were constructed of a black metal and sculpted into erratic points that curled and split like barbed thorns. Likewise, the thick bed sheets, pillows and covers were all finished in the same dark colours, reminding him with a shudder of Lucia's obsidian demon form and what she had done to him.
How long had it been? A day? A week? He had no idea of the passing of time, and could not recall any moment when he had been placed within this bed. He had no doubts that he had not been moved from the cold stone chamber that he had been locked within since he arrived in this dark place. This was his prison now, the cage of a succubus's new plaything.
Daelo thought of her last words to him before he had lost consciousness, the utterance no less chilling to him than it had been then.
'We're going to have lots of fun, Daelo. I promise.'
The thought of giving himself to her again caused another shudder through his body, and he fell back onto the thick pillows of his new bed with his hands over his face. He needed to think, to plan a strategy, to escape before he was lost forever. He knew the effects of the succubae on mortal beings, and how quickly they could break a person's will. He also knew that Lucia Morgana was the most powerful succubus he had ever encountered, which meant he had even less time in her grasp.
Even with such limited options available to him, Daelo couldn't lay in bed pondering his fate like this. She probably wanted him ready in his new bed for when she wanted to feed again, and the last thing he was going to do was obey her willingly.
He pulled the covers aside and saw that what little clothing he had been wearing when he arrived in his prison were now gone. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood up and walked across to where he thought the door to the place was located. He found it quite strange that the stone beneath his feet pulsed and emanated warmth as he stepped across it, originally expecting harsh coldness.
As he approached the dark side of the room where Lucia had vanished after their last encounter, the shadows swept back and the wall grew brighter, the ominous pulsing glow of the unnatural lighting illuminating what lay beyond.
Daelo cursed quietly as he saw there was no door there after all, although he had hardly expected an easy way out of this place. What did lie on the wall however, was a large mirror, its length and width almost matching the full size of his being. As he gazed curiously into the shimmering surface, he found little surprise in the fact that the frame of the vast, eccentric ornament was made from the same black metal as the bed, and fashioned in a similar design.
Daelo stared into the deep brown eyes of a determined yet weakened apprentice slayer, his short black hair ruffled and messy. As he glanced down at the reflection of his naked form, he noticed the vivid claw marks across his chest, Lucia's mark on him during her feeding. He could still vividly remember her on top of him, crushing herself painfully against him as she selfishly rode his cock and devoured his essence into her greedy innards, as if it was still happening now...
Daelo closed his eyes and shook his head to try and rid himself of the dark thoughts. He needed to focus, to try and keep the evilly tantalising demoness from his mind. It was the only way he would stay free of her complete control.
'Thinking of dear old me?'
Daelo's eyes shot open and there she was, standing behind him, a seductive smile on her perfect features and a gleam in her brilliantly blue eyes. Their gazes locked in the reflection of the mirror and she stepped closer, sliding her arms around his shoulders and running her hands slowly across his chest.
'Mmmmm, all that slayer training has kept you in very nice shape, my pet,' Lucia said as she traced the pattern of scars that ran across his flesh, in particular the deep red runnels that she had inflicted herself.
Daelo scowled at her reflection, refusing to turn and face her.
'My name is Daelo,' he growled, his arms remaining at his sides and showing no signs of responding to her caresses.
'Only if I want it to be,' Lucia said with a grin, leaning in and pressing her lips to his shoulder, the merest touch sending bolts of arousal through him.
'You'll have to behave like a good pet, and make sure I'm satisfied,' she continued, kissing further up along his skin and onto his neck, the edges of her teeth nipping it slightly.
Daelo tried to slow his breathing as he replied.
'I will never desire you, demon. I hold naught but hatred for one such as you.'
Lucia chuckled as she pressed herself closer against him so that he could feel her breasts against his back, the pert nipples poking against his bare skin. Her hands slid down his arms now, along onto his thighs, before meeting at his crotch and taking his member firmly in both hands.
'Are you sure about that?' Lucia said as she squeezed his amazingly erect penis tightly in her soft, sensual grip.
'It seems your body has betrayed your true feelings, my little slayer.'
Daelo looked down at his engorged cock with shock and shame evident in his eyes. Lucia noticed this and laughed aloud, nuzzling her head in against his neck as she continued to play with his erection, her thumbs slowly running up and down along the length of his shaft.
'Don't be so ashamed,' she whispered in his ear huskily. 'Everyone desires me. There is no denying the deliciously raw emotion of lust.'
Daelo closed his eyes as she took his ear lobe between her teeth, her hands still expertly working his cock. He could smell a powerful, dizzying scent from her, like pungent perfume, and knew this was her pheromones attacking his senses. Every demoness possessed the ability, and it was one of their most effective weapons against the willpower of a mortal.
Despite his mind actively assessing the situation, and the fact that he knew how she was doing all of this to him, Daelo was shocked to realise that he found himself wanting to offer less and less resistance against her. The staunch clarity of his mission that had been present in his mind when he awoke was now a distant, blurred memory, replaced now by the shameful and guilty desire he struggled to fight against as it quickly flooded his system.
