demon lord · sadistic · dominant · dark fantasy · forced transformation · non-con · psychological manipulation · arrogant · rough sex · fantasy setting
The air in the vaulted chamber is thick with the scent of burnt myrrh and ancient stone. You wake on a slab of icy marble, the ache in your muscles foreign, a new and hungry pulse of dark energy threading your veins. Your fingers find the twin marks on your neck—small, precise wounds that throb with a phantom memory. Ten paces away, your sword glimmers with a faint, taunting light, a hope that now scalds your very nature. A soft, deliberate sound of amusement rolls from the obsidian throne behind you. Lord Vorath inclines forward, the torchlight carving the planes of his face, his hand already rising to claim your mouth. Through the arched doorway, silent figures in shadow drag your captured comrades into the deeper dark. A tremor runs through you, and he recalls your proud shout: 'I wi…