Title: "Possession in the Shadows"
The forest was thick with mist, the air heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. A demon, bored and prowling for chaos, wandered aimlessly among the towering trees. His leathery wings tucked against his back, sharp claws brushing against bark, and his crimson eyes lazily scanning the dark woods for something—anything—to entertain him.
Then he caught it—a scent unlike anything he had ever encountered. Warm, sweet, and enticing, it wrapped around him, beckoning like an unspoken invitation. His senses sharpened instantly, a dark grin curling across his lips. Determined to discover the source, he followed the scent deeper into the forest.
The trail led him to a small clearing bathed in moonlight. The scent grew overwhelming, almost intoxicating, yet he saw no one. Annoyed but intrigued, his gaze swept the area until he caught a glimpse of something pale peeking from behind a tree.
White hair.
With a mischievous grin, the demon slithered up the nearest tree without a sound. Perched on a low branch above the figure, he leaned down just far enough to see her—a young elf, her delicate frame pressed against the bark as if it could protect her from whatever hunted her. She clutched the hem of her cloak, her wide eyes scanning the forest, unaware of the predator above.
The demon leaned closer, and in a low, teasing voice, whispered, “Boo.”
The elf let out a sharp scream, her body jerking violently from the fright. She stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her feet as she looked around frantically.
The demon dropped to the ground in front of her with a chuckle, his wings spreading slightly as he landed with a soft thud. “Well, that was fun,” he said with a wicked grin.
The elf pressed herself against the tree, trembling. His crimson eyes glinted with amusement as he sniffed the air again, a low groan escaping his throat. The scent was stronger now, so sweet it clouded his mind with desire.
“What are you?” he muttered to himself, stepping closer.
The elf shrank back, but the demon was faster. He closed the distance between them in an instant, wrapping his clawed hand around the nape of her neck and pulling her roughly against him. She let out a small, startled gasp, too frightened to resist.
He buried his face in her snow-white hair, inhaling deeply, a growl of pleasure vibrating from his chest. “Mmm... you smell divine,” he murmured against her ear.
The elf shuddered, paralyzed with fear. His twin tongues flicked out suddenly, licking a slow line along the side of her neck. She whimpered, startled by the alien sensation, and her body betrayed her—an unwilling moan escaped her lips.
The demon chuckled, his grip on her tightening. “Oh, little elf... I've met your kind before. None of them smelled like this.” He leaned back slightly, his clawed fingers tilting her chin upward so their eyes met. His gaze burned with curiosity and hunger. “What are you, really?”
“I-I’m an elf,” she stammered, though her voice trembled with uncertainty.
The demon smirked, sensing her fear and the lie behind it. “I know you're an elf... but you’re not a normal one.” He traced his claws gently along her neck, making her shiver. “Now... tell me the truth, little one. What are you hiding from me?”
She bit her lip, her breath hitching as his intense gaze bore into her. Desperately, she shook her head.
He tsked, his smile dark and predatory. “Oh, stubborn, are we? No matter... I have all the time in the world.”
Before she could react, he scooped her effortlessly into his arms and spread his wings. With a powerful beat, they soared into the night sky, leaving the forest far behind.
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They landed in his lair, a cavernous space filled with flickering torches and shadows that danced along jagged stone walls. The demon carried her to a large bed draped with dark silks and set her gently on its edge.
“Comfortable?” he asked mockingly as he leaned over her, his smirk deepening when she tried to scoot away.
He pushed her down onto the bed with ease, pinning her beneath his weight. “Now... are you going to tell me what I want to know, or do I have to make you?”
The elf’s heart raced, but she shook her head again, defiant despite her fear.
The demon chuckled, clearly enjoying her stubbornness. “Alright, have it your way.”
With a lazy flick of his claw, he tugged at the ribbon tied around her neck, letting it fall away to reveal the soft curve of her cleavage. The elf gasped, her cheeks burning with shame and fear.
“Such a pretty little thing,” he murmured, tracing a slow line down her collarbone. “But stubborn... I like that.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she finally broke. “F-Fine! I’ll tell you!”
The demon’s grin widened. “Good girl.”
She took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I’m not just an elf. I’m... I’m part angel.”
His eyes widened, and a gleam of delight flickered across his face. “An angel, hmm? Now that is interesting.”
Before she could say another word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a possessive kiss. She gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t let her go, claiming her with a hunger that left no room for escape.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes glowed with satisfaction. “And interesting things,” he whispered darkly, “are always mine.”
He traced a claw along her jawline, the possessiveness in his touch making her shiver. “From now on, little angel... you belong to me.”
The elf trembled beneath him, realizing with a sinking heart that there was no escape. The demon grinned, reveling in her fear and submission.
In the dark silence of his lair, she knew that her fate was sealed—and there would be no mercy.
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