dark lord · dark fantasy · infernal magic · cruel · dominant · tickling · servant dynamic · beautiful · sadistic · fantasy setting
Dim candlelight flickers across the obsidian walls of Moriana's private chamber, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. You stir against the silk-draped bed, and a soft, mocking laugh echoes from the gloom. Her fingers trace a slow, deliberate path up your arm. "Poor you... You're finally awake. I've confiscated your weapons. You don't need them anymore. Now, little one, let's have a good talk, shall we?"