Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 7: Bondage (Zestial/Carmilla)

Day 7: Bondage (Zestial/Carmilla)

The shadows of Hell's darkest corners seemed to bow in reverence as Zestial moved through the winding halls of his vast domain. His presence, ever commanding, sent whispers through the air, causing lesser demons to shrink into the walls or disappear into the dark. His long, spider-like limbs moved with a calculated elegance, each step deliberate as his dark cloak swirled behind him, the lime-green webbed interior barely visible as it trailed across the floor.

Tonight, however, his purpose was not to strike fear into his subjects. His attention was fixed on something—or rather, someone—far more intimate. Carmilla.

In the dimly lit chamber at the heart of his estate, Carmilla Carmine waited, her breath steady but with a pulse of anticipation thrumming beneath her calm exterior. The chamber was vast, draped in black silks that matched the swirling darkness outside, with strands of green light cutting through the shadows like a spider's web.

Carmilla, with her striking white hair tied in her signature ribbons and her black ballerina-like dress, stood tall and poised in the center of the room. Her magenta skin glowed softly in the flickering candlelight, her white irises focused as she waited for him. Though calm, her heart beat faster as she anticipated what was to come. Zestial, for all his ancient ways and archaic speech, knew exactly how to unravel her composure.

When the heavy door creaked open, Carmilla's gaze lifted, and her breath caught as Zestial's towering figure appeared in the doorway. His lime-green eyes glowed faintly, casting an eerie light over his dark form, and the sound of his cloak dragging across the floor sent a shiver down her spine.

"Carmilla," Zestial's voice was soft yet commanding, his archaic dialect curling elegantly through the air. "You look... divine."

Carmilla's lips curled into a faint smile, her black nails brushing over her arm as she inclined her head. "Zestial," she greeted him with her usual poise, though the slight tremble in her fingers betrayed her excitement. "I trust you have something special planned for tonight?"

Zestial stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Indeed, my dear. Tonight, we indulge in a practice that has withstood the test of time—one I know you will appreciate." His voice was rich, laced with the promise of what was to come, and as he moved closer, his long, spindly fingers traced the edge of her dress, sending shivers down her spine.

"Remove this," he commanded softly, his voice dark and filled with authority. Carmilla's eyes met his for a moment, and she could see the hunger simmering beneath his composed exterior. Without hesitation, she reached up, undoing the delicate ribbons that held her ballerina-like dress in place. The fabric slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor in a soft heap, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her stockings and ballet slippers.

Zestial's gaze swept over her, taking in the curves of her body, the smooth magenta skin, and the sharp contrast of her pale arms. His smile widened, a slow, predatory grin as he reached into his cloak, pulling out lengths of silky, black rope—the kind that moved like liquid through his hands.

"You know the rules, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and intimate as he stepped behind her, his hands sliding up her bare arms. "You will obey. Completely."

Carmilla's breath hitched at his touch, her body trembling as his long fingers ghosted over her skin. "Yes, my lord," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with submission. Zestial was one of the few beings in Hell who could make her feel truly vulnerable, and she craved that feeling in moments like this.

With swift, deliberate movements, Zestial began to bind her wrists together behind her back, the soft silk rope sliding over her skin like the touch of a lover. His hands were sure and confident, each knot tied with precision, and Carmilla couldn't help the small sigh that escaped her lips as she felt herself being slowly immobilized.