Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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"For eternity."
His words echoed in my head. I could only stare at him, unable to speak, my body shaking from the succession of orgasms. His wicked grin slowly faded, turning to a look of aggravation.
"It's too late for you to back out now, Rienna," His tone was sharp as he chided me. He was reading my thoughts. It suddenly became all too clear that any thought I may have truly belonged to him. I was no longer free. He owned me.
"It's time for us to go." He said, his voice regaining its menacing tone as he looked around my room. He eyed the bookcase and grinned, reaching forward to pull a book off the shelf. It was the old demonic magic book. I had been afraid to get rid of it, even though knowing it was there made me uneasy.
"Ah, the reason this all began." He stared at me with blazing eyes. "Do you know how badly I wanted to kill you on sight for your insolence, Rienna?" His voice dropped to an angry snarl. "What child toys around in the realm of demons and lives to tell about it?" He leaned closer to me, grabbing me roughly by the chin. "But I couldn't. Buried in your foolish, pretty little brain I saw something valuable. And now, it's mine."
I narrowed my eyes, confused as to what he meant. I remembered the screaming pain as he read my thoughts that first night, and the look of surprise as he stared at me, right before making his offer to protect me. Right before I sealed my own fate and bound myself to him forever.
The scar on my right hand burned, the pain causing me to wince before looking down at my hand. The scar was glowing a violent red. My eyes widened as I looked back at him, causing him to laugh at the look of panic on my face.
"You're mine forever, Rienna," he said coldly, grabbing me roughly by the arm and pulling me close to him. His body was burning as he held me against him. He grabbed my chin with his left hand, pulling me up so that he could kiss me. The kiss was rough. "I own you now. Every thought, every dream, every desire...all mine. Your body, mine. Your life here now holds nothing for you."
He touched the stone in the middle of the iron collar, causing it to shimmer. My blood seemed to catch fire once again as he chanted quietly. The room began to spin, and my eyelids grew heavy. The only sound I could hear was my own racing heartbeat and his dark laugh.
Then, everything went dark.
I awoke in chains, my arms stretched out each side, sitting on my knees. The robes were gone. Fear seized me, and I began to shake.
Approaching footsteps ceased before the demon's voice broke the silence. "Your fear isn't very becoming, Rienna."
I couldn't reply. My fear had rendered me speechless as I tugged at my restraints.
"I like the sight of you all bound up for me like this," he mused, walking around me. "Maybe I should take you again, right here." He laughed as he read the protest in my mind, watching my body tremble at his words.
He stopped in front of me, exhaling loudly as he knelt down, his face in front of mine. He touched my face gently before pulling away the blindfold. The light in the chamber was dim, causing me to blink as my eyes struggled to adjust. His hands wandered lower, trailing over my exposed flesh.
He looked at me wantingly, and a lustful grin crossed his face before his expression turned hard and cold once again. "Later," he sighed. "But for now," he continued, slowly slipping a finger inside me, "feeling you on my fingers will have to do." I gasped as his finger moved deeper, teasing spots deep inside, begging for my arousal. We locked eyes, and I could see how badly he wanted me in that moment. But he restrained himself. He sighed as he removed his fingers from me, leaving me aching for more.
"Welcome to your new home, Rienna." His voice was distant as he stood.
He snapped his fingers, and two female demons entered the room, unlocking my chains and allowing me to fall to the floor, before wrapping me in a deep purple robe and helping me to my feet. He barked orders to them in a language I didn't understand, before grinning at me wickedly and striding from the room.
"What did he say?" I asked, my fear still visible as I stared at them. They were beautiful creatures, with copper skin and dark markings. One had deep red hair and cat-like green eyes. The other had violet black hair and eyes the same golden yellow as my captor.
"Our master wishes you to be washed and dressed for him," the red-haired demon replied slowly as they walked me toward a large pool of steaming water. "We will prepare you for him, and for the ritual," the violet haired one added. "Get in." Her tone was sharp as she gestured to the water.
The water was hot, but it felt wonderful. As I settled into the basin, the water reached my neck. I could smell the faint scent of lavender as I felt my body relax. I had no choice but to let them take control and do as they were instructed. Surely, the water wasn't enchanted as well?
"Do you have names? What should I call you?" I asked, my voice returning to normal. They both looked at me and smiled. "My name is Nashiera," the redhead said, her green eyes lighting up happily. "She is Lishara."
"I'm Rienna. I hope you don't mind if I call you by your names." I replied as they quickly washed me.
"If it pleases you," Lishara said quietly. "Our master usually does not call us by name."
Before I could ask, Nashiera answered. "Most masters see us as slaves, nothing more. We serve him and do as he bids without question."
"Can you read my mind too?" I asked, sheepishly. The girls giggled.
"No Mistress," Nashiera replied, "but we are your slaves now too."
"I don't like the word 'slave" I replied. "May I call you my 'attendants' instead?"
"Okay. Now hold still." Lishara held my chin up as Nashiera worked soap through my hair. The scent was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and for a moment, forgetting where I was as my newfound attendants washed and pulled my hair and skin.
"Out." Nishiera said, her voice jolting me back to reality as I stood up cautiously. The deep purple robe was again draped around me as they led me into a dressing room.
In that moment, I realized what was happening. I began to panic as I eyed the long jeweled gown. "He's going to kill me, isn't he?" My voice squeaked. "Please, Nisheira, be honest with me."
They both stopped and stared at me, their expressions blank. They were confused by my response.
"No." Lishara replied coolly. "Our master is not going to kill you." Her eyes dropped to the floor as she turned back to the jeweled gown. "Our Master is going to claim you as his own in front of the council. You will be his forever. You will be his bride."
"The council?" I repeated.
"Yes Mistress," Nisheira replied. "Master is a prince, so his choice of bride must be approved by the Council. They make the laws for all who live here."
"Bride?" I croaked. "I have to marry him?" The words stuck in my throat. Less than twenty four hours ago, I was a normal thirty year old single woman. I had a two bedroom apartment, a cat, a wine collection and a Netflix habit. Now, I'm moments from becoming the bride of a demon, resigned to being fucked senseless every night by a nine foot tall beast? What the hell?
I shook my head and blinked back tears as I stepped forward. Even in my distress, I could not deny that the gown was beautiful. Deep black velvet with iridescent jewels on the corset, a wide ribbon sash at the waist, and a heavy black and deep violet skirt with bustles. It fit perfectly, and as Nishiera and Lishara pulled and twisted my long blonde hair into an intricate style, I barely recognized myself in the mirror.
