The Demon Knows My Vice

Even in her paralytic state, Mariah exuded an aura of defiance amongst the fear. She was trying to rebel, to resist, but she had no leg to stand on, literally and figuratively. Her breathing, ragged with terror and panic, ignited a smoldering fire inside the giant brute's belly, a primal lust rising in his core at the sight of such a nubile young fae trapped so helplessly before him. The fact that she was of his blood did nothing to dissuade his lecherous intent; hell, it intensified it in some ways. His bloodline was pure, strong, indomitable. Mariah was another link in his chain, and that made him desire her all the more for it. She, however, was a conundrum. He had meticulously bred his children to be perfect specimens of wolf. Alastor had been his magnum opus. So how did he spawn a feeble creature like Mariah? Had Alastor chosen to breed a flawed bitch to sire his children with? Surely his son had better taste than that. Mariah was becoming a puzzle he was eager to solve. But for now, he would enjoy taking his time to play with her. To get to know her inside and out. After all, she'd be back to see him again soon enough.

Moros stared deep into Mariah's eyes, searching for that moment of recognition when she figured out who he was. A couple of times she came close, but realization never dawned in her gaze. How disappointing. As his domination over her continued and his wicked essence infiltrated her mind, slithering through her psyche like tendrils to hear her thoughts, Moros continued to smile at her, adoring the delight her dread brought to him. She asked who he was and Moros didn't respond right away, instead tracing his claws gingerly along her jaw, teasing the soft skin just beneath her chin. "If you want to know my name, it is Moros," he replied in his smooth baritone lyrics. "If you mean who am I to you? Well... where's the fun in just telling you?" Moros chuckled his sinister laugh once more and slowly leaned in closer, almost pressing his nose to Mariah's while he stared into her wide eyes. "For now, you can consider me the brute who's going to make you scream his name into this void."

There was no misconstruing what Moros meant with his implications. Mariah was his until she woke up, and until she did, he planned on making the most of his time with her. The massive brute gave a delighted hum and pulled back from Mariah again, moving around to her side once more. He slid the length of his body down hers, letting her feel the ripple of powerful muscles moving against her side and how their fur mingled together when their coats brushed. He was enjoying teasing her with the promise of what was to come. Mariah mentally screamed for him to get away from her, but Moros paid her no heed. She was his prisoner, and now he was going to play with his newest toy. "Hmm, no I don't think I will." Moros sneered with wicked delight as he came around to Mariah's rump, lifting her tail up out of the way with a lazy flip of his paw, exposing all of Mariah's most intimate parts to him. She truly was a beautiful fae, and gazing upon her now in her most vulnerable and revealing position, she looked like a work of art to the demon.

The sadistic brute wasted no time getting to work, his paws resting on Mariah's hips and rubbing slow circles over her hips and thighs. Moros hummed with delight, the ache between his legs almost impossible to ignore as arousal burned hotter within him, the smoldering coals stoked by the tactile sensation of her fur, her flesh, the scent of her so close... Moros brought his muzzle down to meet her intimate flesh, tongue rolling across her with a lustful growl. That first taste of Mariah sent a shockwave rippling through his body, the ache of arousal growing more intense with each lick, flick, lap, and roll of his tongue. She tasted divine...! So good he could devour her for hours! Moros continued his assault of his descendent, relishing in her emotions and her body as he took her for himself. He took advantage of her paralysis, murring happily to himself while he defiled her with his tongue, delving into her depths with practiced motions, both a celebration of getting to indulge himself in the pleasures of a fae again and preparation for what he was going to do to her.

Breathing hard, Moros grinned to himself and gave Mariah's hips a firm squeeze. "Still want me to get away from you?" he taunted her with his seductive purred words, taking a playful nip at the back of her thigh. "How about you try to get away from me instead?" Like flipping a switch, Moros released Mariah from her paralysis, the dainty fae's body once more under her control. He could have had his way with her the way she was, but Moros was a predator. He wanted her to try to run from him so he could chase her down and ravage her squirming form beneath his. Rising to his paws with a shake out of his coat, Moros grinned at Mariah and gestured for her to go. "Start running Mariah, because when I catch you, I'm going to make you scream." The game was on.

"Moros"