Kapri's eyes fluttered open, the softness of the bed beneath her seemed jarring against the pulsating pain within her body. Though not in comparison to crushing the pain of falling into the water at 90 mph. Her ribs seem to stab something in her side as she shifted to see the moon in its convergence phase, she enjoyed this time of the month the most as it reminded her of the moon back in the middle world, whole and brightest thing she ever seen at night. She sighed in the emptiness of the room, it was still, but her thought was very loud..
She had barged in and attacked Lord Dazriel of Vexheim. Treason.
Then she tried to kill him. Attempted Murder.
Her mind raced with all the possible charges she will receive because of her anger. It burned so hot that day because she was mad that her rock, Jugo Hyaku, had ended up crumbling and she had no choice except to break him down further to save herself. Worse, she hadn't cared about the consequences soon enough after that. Now, that the fight has been beaten out of her and every inch of her body remained battered or bruised in some way, she just couldn't help except to feel uneasy about how much she overstepped. How much she had risked, all over Jugo.
Then she brought up Countess Lirael assaulting Dazriel.
She sighed as the memory replayed in her mind. What was she thinking about throwing Countess Lirael's molestation of Dazriel in his face--just to mock and provoke him after she was so concerned about him after she found out. Has she grown to become that type of person now? She might as well have handed him a dagger and asked him to use it on her. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she looked up at the ceiling because they were filled with wetness because they felt so dry.
She hates this part of being human. Empathy, pity, sadness, anger, attraction...everything demons could use to manipulate people she had, and sometimes, they do influence her decision more than the pragmatic route to survival did. And a demon will never hesitate to use it against her.
"Stupid," she muttered under her breath. "I'm so stupid."
A low chuckle came from her side, and her breath hitched. When she dropped her hands from her eyes then she glanced over. Lord Dazriel was lounged casually next to her with his head propped up by his arms and his golden hair tousled and gleaming faintly in the moonlight. He looked completely unscathed with a faint amusement gleaming in his eyes.
She gripped the covers that were over her, because his smirk was so infuriating. The fact he was smiling made her want to risk dying again just to punch that look on his face.
Instead she looked back at the moonlight coming through the drifting curtains.
Why was he lying next to her? In the bed. Next to her, as if he didn't pummel her as if she were public enemy number one.
She stiffened as he moved closer. The warmth of his body radiating against her as he moved closer, too close, too invasive. Her gaze darted downwards as she took in the thin sheets covering him. He was shirtless. She was very sure that he was naked. Then she looked back up her body aching in more with him being so close. She clutched the blanket over her, pulling tighter around her body to create some sort of barrier between them.
"Why are you acting so nervous?" he chuckled pulling at the covers. "Are you feeling better?"
"No," she admitted bitterly. "Everything hurt just as it did yesterday."
His smirk widened, his finger tracing over the outline of her body. "Not like you didn't deserve it. I would have never hit you like that if you weren't shooting at me."
"That wasn't the reason though, you hit me like that because I mentioned Countess--" she started and his hand shot for her neck as he pressed her down into the mattress. She groaned as she grabbed his wrist, though she knew there was no point.
Kapri tried to shift further away, but the movement sent pain lancing through her torso. She settled for a glare, though she couldn't keep the unease from seeping into her expression.
"You really don't learn to keep your mouth shut huh?" Dazriel said.
"Why… why are you here?" she choked out, before Lord Dazriel smiled and released her as he caressed the side of her face.
His brow arched, feigning innocence.
"Here?" He stretched lazily. The sheet slipped lower, and Kapri quickly averted her gaze.
"Yes," she snapped, her voice trembling despite herself as she became unable to contain her feelings. "In this bed. With me. Why are you here?!"
Lord Dazriel chuckled softly. "You're in my home, Lady Kaprice. My room. My castle. My duchy. Where else would I be?"
"Yet, all the space in the world and you decided to be here two inches from my face regardless," she muttered, though her voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in close with his face hovering over hers. His lips barely brushing over her own. "Why are you talking as if I ran into your home and started trying to kill you? Feeling uneasy like you didn't provoke me into doing what I did," he observed in a mocking tone. "You're not afraid of me, so why are you pulling away from me and trembling?"
Kapri clenched her jaw as she turned her head away from him.
He leaned back, lying on his side of the bed. The space gave her time to breathe even if it were slight. "Besides, you really think I'd waste my time bothering that sad barony I allowed you to run because of your tantrum?"
"I didn't say that," Kapri said quietly.
"No, but you're thinking it." His sharp gaze pinned her in place. "Relax, Kaprice. If I wanted to punish you, you wouldn't be here in my bed being caressed by me."
He was lying. She could sense it with the amused glint in his eye.
A heavy silence soon settled between them, but she couldn't let it linger. She didn't have time to wonder when and where he was going to get back at her. Kapri struggled to sit up, she winced as the movement pulled at her bruised muscles and she pressed her forehead against the mattress.
"I'm sorry," she whispered and she made her voice tremble to appeal to him. "I'm so sorry, Lord Dazriel. I'm willing to face the consequences of my actions, but… please don't do anything to effect the platoon or Sableford. I beg you."
"It really must kill you right now to do this. Having to beg because you're unsure of whether I'll wipe that whole barony out," Dazriel said coldly. His hand gripped her braids and yanked her head up to look at him. "Over a damn reaper, of all things."
She winced, the pain shooting through her scalp, yet she kept her gaze steady.
"That isn't what I want from you. And the things you said about Lirael…" His voice darkened, his green eyes flaring with anger before he pressed his lips on the side of her face. "Really, really pissed me off. I almost killed you for that, so please don't do that again before you can actually beat me."
Kapri groaned in pain as his grip tightened. His lips curled into a cruel smile against her face. "I can afford to handle your weakness. But could you afford to handle mine?"
"Then what would be enough for you, Lord Dazriel?" she asked through gritted teeth.
He smirked. "Of course, what do you do best?" He bit lightly on her neck. "Kill and destroy whatever I ask you to. Of course, I want to feel you."
"Okay," she tried to keep her voice steady.
He pressed her face against the mattress as he crawled behind her. She didn't fight, resist, or reject him.
"Would you believe me," he continued, his tone almost conversational, "if I said I didn't purposely make Reaper 115 do anything?"
Her eyes widened, shock and unease flooding her as she whispered, "You're lying."
"I already told you. Why would I have to lie about doing what I've always done, and its whatever I want to you?" His tone was mocking and cruel as his large palms slid down her spine while he sat on her legs. "You didn't think of the possibility of complications with the reapers because of my heart being gone for so long?"
She stayed quiet as he laughed aloud again. "Of course, you wouldn't."
Kapri's spoke. "But you said—"
"I didn't say anything about doing anything to that reaper," he interrupted sharply, pressing her harder against the mattress below him with his hand tangled back in her hair. "I'm bored of this conversation. I want to fuck you now."
"Don't be so hard. My bones are still broken," Kapri said feeling his fingers trailing under her dress as he hiked it up.
"Fine, I've been hard enough on you today," Dazriel said rubbing his fingers across her clit and she buried her face against the mattress. "I'll make you feel good for once."
Kapri felt a spark of electricity run through her body and ignite a heat that burned deep within her. His touch was gentle and insistent, and it muddled her mind as he rubbed circles on her clit, coaxing his fingers in her wetness.
"My gods, with as much as you refused me other times. I didn't think you'll be so eager to get wet," he chuckled. "You seem like a slut for any form of pleasure. So why reject me for so long? How am I different?"
I wish he'll be quiet. She thought as she moaned in the sheets.
"Can you not do anything except moan?" he said to her, then he turned her on her back where she could fully see his face. Very excited and his face red, but her pussy seemed to throb more seeing him.
Before he pressed his fingers inside her, they slip and slide through her juices. Kapri's body began to ache with need as she felt herself growing more turned on. Then he hit her spot.
"Oh, gods!" she cried out as she arched her back. "I'm going to fucking kill you one day for this."
She felt herself becoming wetter while her body trembled. Lord Dazriel didn't seem angered by the threat she shouted out, the intensity of his arousal making her skin prickle with goosebumps. Before he pulled his fingers out, leaving her still and empty as he laid on the bed next to her.
Her eye followed him as she tried to recover her sense and compose herself for what's next. Then he pulled down the waistband of his pants before his thick, throbbing dick popped out.
That's when she remembered exactly why she refused, because he was much bigger than she figured she could handle. She was well aware of how much her body can take even when it comes to having sex.
Lord Dazriel stroked himself with her juices being slathered across it from his fingers. He groaned as he roughly pumped himself she could see the veins popping in his arm, the head finally glistening with beads of pre-cum. She felt a surge of wetness suddenly spill between her legs and she hide her face behind her arm spread across it.
With a solemn look on his face, despite the hint of a smile playing on his lips, Dazriel said, "Kapri, I want you to replace the images of Lirael in my head." His voice was low and husky as he stuck his tongue out.
Her eyes widened in shock he would say that. Gods, he is just a cry for help.
She did as he asked while she lifted up her dress and crawled over him. Dazriel laid back as he had one of his arms over his eyes while his other hand held his shaft up while she positioned herself above him. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip hard as she felt his tip nudge against her entrance, it stretched her lips to accommodate his girth. Then she braced herself as she sank down slowly, the burn and stretch filling her.
Dazriel still had his arms over his eyes as he breathe heavily while she was too occupied with his dick feeling like a slow-motion explosion in her as a wave a pleasure threatened to already overwhelm her with how much his dick was rubbing against her g-spot.
"Okay, this feels better than I thought," she said aloud. "I can handle this much."
When she began to ride him, Dazriel laid his hands at his side with his face red and uncertain. His eyes also had a strong intensity as he watched her fuck him.
"No," he smirked. "Rape me like I'm worth nothing. You saw it, didn't you? How Lirael did me. Do the exact same."
Kapri froze as she fully pressed her bottom on his pelvis while she stared at his smirking face and his gleaming green eyes unsure of how to react to what he said. Honestly, she can't believe he was asking her to recreate that, why would he want to relive that pain and humiliation? Is this what was normal for demons?
Dazriel sighed as he turned to smirk at her. "It makes your stomach churn, doesn't it?" he said his voice filled with condescension. "I'm the one it actually happened to. Why are you shocked and trembling? Help me forget her face."
Kapri bit down her concern. "I'm trembling because your dick is just way too big," she lied as she relaxed her face.
"Oh really?" he said quickly switching the topic as he pressed his hand against her stomach. "Does it hurt?"
"Quite a bit actually," she exhaled as she felt his dick throb more inside at her statement. Dazriel was really sick in more than one way. "Besides, I think being submissive doesn't suit you. Why would you want to recreate your time of weakness?"
Lord Dazriel suddenly sat up and he startled her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her close, her body was still injured so it ached more than it usually would from how tightly he was holding her.
"My, you're so fucking right. It doesn't suit me," he said as he pulled her off of him and laid her on the bed.
"You're not going to finish?" she asked as she stared at him.
"Then I would be fucking you to prove I'm not weak rather than to just do it," he said to her.
Dazriel laid on her lap so he could see her face. He seemed quite delighted by her confused eyes that were cloudy. "It like when you first were brought here. You were so out of your element, it was the most beautiful thing ever seeing something so easily impressionable and manipulated," he reached up to wipe tears for her eyes. "And that thing had the nerve to pity me and make me have to prove my power to what I knew was weak? You're going to be a problem. Do you still feel sorry for me?"
"Yeah," she sighed out admittedly. She expected him to beat her up again or at least threaten her.
"I want you to fight for me the same as you do for Reaper 115," he said to her.
"Then make me want to," she said to him.
"Fine, I forgive you," Dazriel said sitting up, and she looked at him shocked again for the umpteenth time.