Split of the Worlds

Chapter 5.3

!!Trigger warning!!
Sexual abuse/ violence

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The demonlord's lips traveled along her collarbone, finding a bloody spot. With a groan, he began to suck on it while his hand crept under the waistband of her pants. He curled his fingers into Veidja's thigh, then moved on to her center. She wanted to roll away, to push him away, but he prevented it with ease. At the same time, he roughly sank his fingers and teeth into her. He bit her to the bone, penetrating her deeply and painfully. She heard his lustful gasp and felt him place his bloody mouth on her breast again, sucking her nipple in hard so that it was scratched by his teeth.

"You're so warrrm," he purred as his hand moved between her legs. The fog was helping her now; this wasn't happening to her at all, the sensations were muted. He withdrew from her, his hand sliding back up her stomach.

"You're too far away, darling. I want to share all of this with you." He clutched her breast, squeezing it lightly at first. Then more firmly, clawing his fingertips, his hard nails into her skin. That pain came through, she gasped.

The thud of the door. "What are you doing?"

The green-skinned turned languidly away from her, one hand still on her breast. "I'm having a little fun." His voice was calm, yet challenging. He made no move to get up from the bed, but instead began stroking her skin again.

Again she tried to push his hand away and roll to the side, but she was far too weak. With an almost bored gesture, the visiting demonlord slapped her face and then rested his hand on her thigh.

As soon as his fingers touched her leg, a red shadow tore the demon from her side. Struggling, she turned her head to the side and saw N'Arahn pressing her tormentor against the wall by the neck. His every muscle seemed tense and she barely recognized his voice as he hissed at the other demonlord, "She is mine!"

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His guest looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Is she, brother?" He emphasized the word as if it were an insult. The hand that N'Arahn had firmly closed around Tazeel's neck hardly seemed to bother the creep.

"You let her tear apart servants. Amusing, granted, but useful? And you certainly aren't doing everything you can to make her compliant." He was almost whispering now. "I haven't smelled or tasted you on her." Tazeel licked his lips. "Nowhere."

N'Arahn's hand began to shake, trying not to strangle his guest. But he growled, unable to do anything about it.

His counterpart's face contorted into a sympathetic mask that was pure hypocrisy.
"Oh, brother, I'm so sorry! Did I hit a sore spot? Is it perhaps not even possible for you?" Tazeel pretended to ponder. "Or don't you find her attractive enough?" He grinned so broadly now that both rows of his teeth were on full display. "I can help you with that, I think she's delicious." He raised a hand to his mouth and licked his fingers, completely ignoring the fact that he was pressed against the wall.

The lord of the fortress suddenly had the intense smell of his angel in his nose. "I'll do it for you," Tazeel continued. "You may even watch. Observing a seducer at work is always... enlightening."

N'Arahn felt something burst behind his forehead. Without loosening his grip on the other demonlord's neck, he whirled around, yanking Tazeel with him. "Get out of here, Tazeel. She is mine. Just because you're my guest I won't tear you apart immediately, even though you've messed with my property." He pushed him towards the door.

Tazeel put on an offended face. "What are you so upset about? I'm just doing my job. I'm even offering to take over your duties." He shook his head as if he was sorely disappointed. Then he looked up and his red eyes took on a sly gleam. "You should finally take care of it. I report directly to Him, as you know. If any carelessness with your toy comes to my attention, I will report to Him what you are doing here." Tazeel laughed as if he had said something particularly funny. "Or not doing." He continued to chuckle to himself and left without giving him another glance.

N'Arahn took a deep breath. The seducer was right. Why was he getting so upset? But when he had seen Tazeel's fingers on Veidja's body, he had wanted to tear them off and feed them to him. When Tazeel had talked about her taste, he had wanted to rip out his tongue and break out his teeth one by one. The thought of letting this demonlord get so close to the angel again sent hot and cold shivers all over his body.

What was wrong with him? He had tortured enemies before, if they had lived long enough on the battlefield. But never had he wanted it as badly as he wanted to see Tazeel suffer.

Unfortunately, the seducer had truly hit a sore spot. It was both of their jobs to bring suffering. Each had their own preferred path, but usually tried to exhaust all possibilities. And he himself... did not. If Tazeel really reported to Him, he would have to pay for it. And his angel with him. He would have to make a decision.

Damn. He had known the seducer was planning something. Still, he had been distracted for a moment after the fighting. Only briefly had he taken care of organizing the arena, had tapped his resources for a hospitality request from Tazeel. He couldn't explain how the demonlord had been able to get here so quickly, to find her so fast. But it had happened.

He looked down at his angel. Veidja was still lying motionless on the bed, staring up at him with widened eyes. Her upper body was exposed and covered in red stripes. Her blood seeped from countless wounds, some from the fight, some torn open by Tazeel. Reddened and bloody marks all over her skin bore witness to Tazeel's rough treatment. In addition to the bite on her collarbone, he recognized a handprint on her neck. Tazeel had choked her. That disgusting coward.

He could barely look at Veidja; hot rage burned inside him immediately. He wanted to chase after Tazeel, to pull the skin off his body in shreds. He wanted to cover his angel with it to get satisfaction.

But that was not possible. He couldn't let it show any further...

He didn't know why he felt that way. What he was actually feeling. Apparently his pride of ownership was getting the better of him. Moreover, the smell of her blood brought him dangerously close to a battle frenzy. Turning to his captain, he said, "Resume normal procedure. However, I want additional messengers to inform me if anything happens here." With that, he left the chamber.