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The Demon's Claim

What does it say of a man who sells his son to save his own skin?

The kingdom of Ravenhold was a mecca of art and décor. Whether it be at the lowly sums on the land's edge, or close to its heart, there was not one location in its whole that lacked for life and substance. From the greens of its forests, to the whites of its majestic mountaintops, to the pure azure of its great lakes, Ravenhold was as much a piece of art as any portrait. But would you expect any less for the kingdom of elves?

Probably not...

Since time untold, Ravenhold was thought of as being impregnable. It was a kingdom built on law and order, ruled by just ruler after just ruler who listened to the gods as well as their people. Some kings and queens may be stern, others may be jovial, but all were wise beyond the years of man. And when a ruler can lead their people for generations at a time, you'd be hard pressed to find a monarch wiser than they.

Because of this, Ravenhold showed no weakness. Because of this, Ravenhold knew no weakness. Their armies were filled with elven warriors who have fought in wars well beyond history. Their generals have battled forces beyond the thought of man. Their monarchs have seen nothing but victory over all those they've ever faced.

Again, Ravenhold was thought of as being impregnable.

Thought of...

Maybe that's why this happened. Maybe this was always bound to happen. No kingdom – no matter how prosperous, how peaceful – can rule forever. Eternity is the desire of fools.

Maybe they grew passive. Maybe they grew content with the peace they had gained. Or maybe that's not true. Maybe they fought with all their might. Again... maybe this was always bound to happen. Regardless of the 'maybes', the 'whys', or the 'what ifs', reality had come for Ravenhold. And reality's name...

Was Iris Mordredus...

Gently, his hand glided down the middle of his button up shirt. It had been meticulously cleaned to the point that nothing was amiss about it. No patch of dirt or dust, not even a seam was one centimeter out of ordinary. Silver buttons ran down its middle, and he wore matching black slacks on his legs. It was immaculate, being clothing only royalty would wear... or in this case, a prince.

He was a young, if not somewhat young looking man. His face was smooth and round, his porcelain skin lacked blemishes of any sort, and his figure was graceful and lithe. He had these clear, wide blue eyes that reflected its surroundings with ease, and his curly hair was this vibrant green which wouldn't be out of place in a forest. Despite these admittedly soft features, and his shorter than average stature, there was this gumption within him, this refinement, one that was amplified by the stern gaze he currently held in his eyes.

And then there were his ears. His sharp, long, pointed, ears. Because, well, if it wasn't obvious before... he was an elf. And not just any elf. He was the elven prince of Ravenhold... and this may very well be the most important day of his life.

If only it was under better circumstances.

He looked himself in the mirror, attempting with all his might to wear a face of professionalism, despite the fate which awaited him in a few hours. His homeland – the supposed impervious kingdom – had been felled by the superior military might of a Demon Queen. Just thinking about it made his heart race and his spirit falter.

This was not how life was supposed to be, not for him. He was an elven prince! In a few decades time, he'd take over as king of Ravenhold from his father, and usher in a new era; his era. But now, 'his era' was nothing more than words. 'His era' would never come.

Soon, he would be prince no more.

THUD!

“S-Sarin!!!"

The sound of his door being slammed open caused the elven prince to tense up. Turning away from his vanity mirror, he stared across the wide and opulent floor of his bedroom towards the door in the distance. And who did he see? Another elf, this one with the demeanor of a princess. Her hair was long and green, her eyes were blue, and she wore this vibrant dress. All the while, her face showed a frantic visage.

“Sarin!" she shouted again whilst rushing towards him, her teeth clenched as she shook her head, “S-stop! Stop this instant!"

“Arnea..." he muttered back with a shake of his head, “Y... you shouldn't be here... you..." he looked away, staring at the ground in an attempt to hide his forlorn face, “You should be at the eastern outpost like Father said."

“To Hela with that!" she snapped back, her voice filled with bile, “It is Father who has planned this! It is Father who is sending his son – his only son – to be given away to that... that..." her body rumbled, “To that monster! And you expect me to stand idly by while my brother is given up like some sacrifice? I... I refuse!"

“That's not... there is no point arguing it anymore, Arnea," said Sarin as he stood up from his stool, “You... you and I both know this was happening. There is no point in trying to change destiny. Father made this deal to protect Ravenhold. As crown prince, it is my duty to our people to protect them. And if... giving myself up to the Demon Queen is how I save my people... then so be it."

“That statement should burn in the flames of Hela!" snarled his sister, “This isn't for our people! This was never for our people! This is for him! This is for Father! He fears the Demon Queen! He's selling you off to protect himself! Sarin..." reaching down, she grabbed his arm, tugging on it, “Let us run away! Right here! Right now! Lady Blythe will protect us! If we take the hidden escape route in the library, we can--"

“Arnea! Stop it!" he shouted, silencing his sister as he put on a stern face, “This has been planned for months! Even if this is some selfish attempt for Father to save himself, there is nothing we can do to stop it! You saw the destruction the Demon Queen's army wrought on the southern plains, and you know that the mountains of Seraf did little to slow her down! If I do not go with her... then she will slaughter our people," he shook his head, “I cannot abide the death of our people, not if I can do anything about it. So..." his head dropped, “I will go with her..."

“Sarin..."

His sister's face grew long, her body slumping over in defeat. While she wanted to keep arguing with him, she knew it was pointless. Sarin – despite his appearance – was a very stalwart elf. No one could convince him otherwise once he put his mind to something. That stubbornness was one of the few things he shared with his father.

Arnea rose up, hopeful in her attempt to convince him to run off. But before a word could leave her lips...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

There came knocking at the door.

Together, the royal children gazed at the doorway, their eyes falling on another elf. He stood tall and older than them, with a stern face, gray hair, and a pointed nose. Dressed in regal clothing, he slowly dropped his arm from the doorway and placed it behind his back.

“Prince Sarin," he said, his powerful voice booming through his bedroom, “It is time to go."

“No... no!" shouted Arnea as she rushed to the older elf, “Figro, this is insanity, you know this! You... you of all people cannot send Sarin off to the Demon Queen! It will be his doom!"

“My apologies, Princess Arnea, but there is nothing we can do," said the aged elf with a shake of his head, “The Demon Queen and her entourage have already arrived at Castle Ravenhold. King Harnkratos is talking with her as we speak. The Demon Queen has admitted excitement at the prospect of meeting you, Prince Sarin."

“Tell the Demon Queen to return to the pit of Hela she climbed out of!" Arnea shouted, only for Sarin's hand to fall on her shoulder.

Gently he squeezed her, causing his sister to deflate. Looking over at her brother, she watched him shake his head, which further dejected her. Crestfallen, the princess knew there was nothing she could do to deter him. This meeting had been months in preparation. With the lives of his people resting on his shoulders, Sarin would willingly go to the Demon Queen. And that time was now.

“Let us go, Figro," said the prince, to which he nodded.

“Yes. Let us go."

Leaning over, the butler performed a respectful bow for the prince and princess, before straightening up. Now it was Sarin's turn to shrink slightly, realizing that this was it. There was no more denying it, no more hesitating, no more thinking it would all magically go away. He was going to the Demon Queen, and that was that.

In one last, vain attempt to stop her brother, Arnea reached up and grabbed his hand, tugging on it. He looked at her; she wore a face that simply said 'Don't go'. But, again, there was nothing anyone could do to postpone this meeting. So after a few more moments where Sarin took in a deep, deep breath... he began walking towards the door.

Arnea lingered behind.

The halls of Ravenhold castle were as opulent as they were large. Black rugs ran through its silver corridors, and there were portraits abound of various scenic locations, and even previous rulers. What the halls lacked however, were servants. Typically, maids and butlers would be running around to perform their duties. Now however, they had all been sent away by the king. He wanted nothing to interrupt Sarin's meeting with Iris.

Was this to make things easier for the young prince? Or was this his father's attempt to save face before his people? Sarin figured it was the latter. Considering the supposed impregnable state of their kingdom, there was a good chance in all likelihood that King Harnkratos would be seen as one of the worst elven monarchs in history.

But that was in the future; this was now. And right now, Sarin was being led to the castle's lounge room, where – to his dismay – Figro stepped back.

“I am afraid this is where we part, my prince," said the butler, making Sarin lock up in place.

“Was this father's order...?" he asked, to which his butler nodded.

“I am afraid so," he answered, “It has been my duty to serve you for the past thirty years, my prince," he bowed before him, “As I have always told you: Be courageous in the face of danger. Not for others, but for yourself."

“Yes... Figro..."

Sucking in air, Sarin puffed up his chest in an attempt to gain moxie. In reality, he was crumbling on the inside. Was it too late to run away like Arnea said he should? He would have done so in an instant if it wasn't for the fact that his people would surely suffer for his selfishness. It was time to sacrifice himself to her: the Demon Queen.

So after exhaling, he reached out for the door knob in front of him, gripped it, and turned it.

Clunk!

The opulent door slid open. On the other end was his castle's lounge; a room that was rather small considering Ravenhold's sheer size. Soft couches were placed around, there was a desk before the wide windows which offered a view of the castle's central courtyard, and at the back of the lounge, there laid a stage for performers to play on.

For many hours of his life, Sarin had enjoyed his family's lounge. Now as he stood within the room, an aura of dread and trepidation befell him. He could feel the presence of another drawing nearer and nearer. And this presence – this power – was maliciousness given form. It traveled down his spine like a chilling serpent, making his skin crawl.

The door was right there; he could still make a break for it! He could still save himself.

But he didn't. He stood in place and accepted the fate which had been forced upon him. Turning to face the opposing entrance of the lounge, he listened as the footsteps drew nearer. He recognized one pair; it was quick yet precise, sounding of suede shoes against a pristine floor. That was the sound of his father's footsteps.

But the other pair was something else. The other pair of footsteps were slower, more refined, more... relaxed. And they were much stronger. They 'CLICKED!' against the ground with dedication behind their every step. There was no bend, no flaw with their stride.

And that's what Sarin could tell from the sound of footsteps alone. And then the door opened up.

“Sarin!"

Who emerged first was a man much like the prince. He was tall, handsome, had long and pointed ears, and vibrant green hair that was meticulously groomed. His blue eyes were bright, but there was a quivering within them. A typically shrewd and aloof man, he suddenly appeared unsure, as if his entire world was crumbling around him. Though you'd only know that if you knew him well. Being his son, Sarin could see this shift in the man.

“Father...?" said the elven prince, causing the older man to straighten up.

King Harnkratos of Ravenhold was like the kings and queens before him: professional, serious, and never a hair out of place. While he grew up during ages of peace, that did not make him any less skilled in the art of warfare. He knew combat, he studied combat both through the books afforded to him in their vast library, and by elven warriors who remembered ages of violence.

But there is a difference between reading of war within the pages of a tome, and actually experiencing it. As humans would put it 'Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face'. And Harnkrato was downright clotheslined.

“Sarin..." whispered the king as he approached his son, “You are here."

His tone sounded like an odd mixture between relief... and disappointment. He was relieved that his son was here, meaning this deal would go on without issue. Disappointed however that, well, his son was here, meaning this deal would go on without issue. A part of Harnkratos actually hoped that the prince would have escaped. But now, there was no escape for either of them.

“What? Would you rather I curse our people to suffering at the Demon Queen's hands?" asked the prince, to which his father actually nodded.

“If I may shed my professionalism, if only for a moment. Then the answer would be 'yes'," he said, stunning Sarin, “But now, I am afraid, there is no turning back on the choices either of us have made. You do your people proud, my son. And now..." CLICK! CLACK! “It is time..."

Harnkratos turned and Sarin did likewise, facing the door together. And...

Now, look, elves are not the tallest of races. While they are comparable to humans, they come in as being a bit shorter on average. Not to say that elves can't be tall – there are plenty – it's just that they are much rarer in comparison to their more modest heights. So... why is this relevant? Why all of this talk about heights? Because of her.

She was so tall that she needed to crouch down to enter the lounge room.

CLICK! CKACK!

And then she straightened up. Sarin's eyes grew wide.

She towered over him. She towered over his father. She towered over all things. This tall, tall, tall woman, one whose stature could only be equated to an obelisk more than it could be a human or an elf. Her skin was tanned, being this darker shade that Sarin wasn't used to, and her physique was voluptuous. Her shoulders were broad, her waistline narrow, her hips wide, and all of it was so damn strong. There was this raw power beneath her figure, this strength that existed nowhere else.

From her head spilled vibrant, luscious purple hair, which flowed and flowed and flowed. It was curly here, straight there, and fell over the left side of her face in a cool, indifferent veil. In the back, it was caught by the high collar she wore, while in the front, it streamed down to rest upon her chest.

Her big, busty, buxom, chest.

Not to say that Sarin was gazing upon her chest specifically... but he found it rather difficult not to. Her clothing was both regal and royal, as befitting a majestic ruler... while at the same time being so remarkably lewd. The bodice she wore was a lot like a skin-tight, high-cut corset, one that flaunted her cleavage with an almost lurid glee, while exposing her hips at the same time! It clung to her body, squeezing upon her form to the point that one could see the definition of her musculature beneath.

Down below, she wore an umbrella dress which was connected to the corset, but it was exposed at the front, allowing him – and everyone – to gaze upon her long, strong legs, which themselves had flesh exposed at her thighs. Her shoulders were exposed as well, flaunting their figure, their power, their strength.

Her body was a paradigm of beauty and strength. This figure was chiseled from stone and honed to absolute perfection. It would be impossible for anyone – mortal or otherwise – to look like her. Only a demon could hope to have her features.

A demon...

She was a demon, through and through. Do not get it twisted because she had the figure and flesh of a human, and the beautiful face of an angel. Her ears were longer, but not because she was an elf. No, her ears were longer because she was a dragon. She had horns which curled from the top of her head and pointed forward, being brownish in color. Her eyes were these sharp and elegant red color, with slit pupils like a snake. And from her backside, extending long and thick, was a reptilian tail, one that was layered in purple scales.

This was her. This monolith of demonic power, regal refinement, and erotic beauty, was the woman he was being given to. This was the Demon Queen. And do not be mistaken, for the black, gnarled crown on her head proved her status.

The Demon Queen... that's what his people had come to call her, but that was more of a title than it was an accurate description. While she was a demon, and was a queen, that did not make her the actual queen of all demons. To be more specific, she was a queen in Daemonium – the realm of demons – and ruled the largest nation therein. Her name was...

“Queen Iris..." said Harnkratos, “This is my son, Prince Sarin."

“Prince Sarin..." she said, her voice remarkable in its beauty. It carried with it the tone of a regal woman, while also having this playful youthfulness to it. Maybe it was because of the smirk she wore on her lips, which belied a sense of mischievousness.

Mouth agape and gaze wide, Sarin stared up as Iris slowly approached her. The smirk she wore on her lips was one thing, but it was her eyes he was most attracted to. He's never seen eyes so red before. They burned not like fire, nor like the sun, but instead like the flames of Hela itself. Truly, they were the underworld given shape.

And now the underworld was gazing directly towards him.

Demon Queen Iris Mordredus stood before Sarin. Her mere presence made his body feel both frigid cold, yet blistering hot at the same time. There was nothing about her even close to mortal. From her titanic height, to the charming smile on her lips, she exuded this paranormal power that gnawed at him. And being an elf – a species so in tune with the magical and natural elements of the world – he could feel the raw, demonic power that billowed around her. Like a vile miasma which steadily choked all that breathed it in.

And he was breathing. He was breathing hard.

“Everything is in order," said Harnkratos, “My son has been preparing for this travel since the deal was made. He will be going willingly."

“I see that," said Iris with this smirk as her finger traveled along her chin, “Fufufufu... dare I say, you are even more remarkable in person than you are in description, Prince Sarin."

“R-remarkable...?" he repeated.

Her tone and her gaze both spoke a thousand words... which left him feeling conflicted. Why was she looking at him like this? And why did she make such a comment? In fact... why all of this? He had thought about this plenty of times during the days leading up to this moment, but now that he stood before Iris in all of his glory, that question came to mind.

Why him? Why was she stopping her invasion just to have him?

That thought was cut short when Iris reached down. Gently, her hand clutched his cheek and chin, causing him to stiffen up in place. This hand held power within it. He knew she was a warrior, one who conquered as easily as she breathed. And yet, her touch was as gentle as a warm blanket against one's skin.

“You are mine..." she whispered, her smile shifting into this smirk as her head cocked to one side.

Her words... it wasn't a comment, it was the truth. Even if Sarin wanted to argue against her, he knew he couldn't. This was exactly what they had planned. To save his people, he would go with Iris. So why was it now that he seemed to realize just what that meant? His body shivered and quaked, while Iris hand dropped down to his shoulder, gripping him.

“It is time to go, Prince Sarin," said the Demon Queen, her tone playful... which did not make him feel even a smidgen better.

Her hand dropped further, clutching upon his. Sarin was so stunned by her, he did not attempt to budge. Remaining glued in place, it wasn't until Iris began tugging him on – like a mother to her child – that he finally began walking.

There was nothing left to be said. She was not here to discuss politics with Harnkratos, nor would she further negotiate the terms of Ravenhold's surrender. Iris now had in her hand what she came for; it was time to leave.

Sarin – having realized his new life was starting now – held his head low. Whatever strength he had within his body, had so quickly been seized by the Demon Queen and her superiority. All he could do was follow along, walking with her as they headed towards the door.

“You... you will take care of my son, will you not?" asked Harnkratos.

Iris stopped, causing Sarin to do likewise. The elven prince looked at his father, watching as his expression morphed from that professional visage he wore before. In a rare moment for the king of Ravenhold, Harnkratos wore a face of vulnerability. Iris meanwhile, chuckled and shook her head. Looking over her shoulder, she flashed a smile at the king, before saying,

“I'm afraid that is no longer a concern of yours, King Harnkratos," she then turned, facing the door yet again, “Let us be off, Prince Sarin."

“I..."

Without another word, Iris began walking off, tugging Sarin along with her. He continued gazing at his father, watching as the king dropped his head too in defeat. Iris had spoken; there was nothing anyone could do. When they stepped through the entryway of the lounge room, the doors closed shut behind them.

This was the last time Sarin ever saw his father.

Through the silent halls of his castle, Sarin was led towards the distance. Iris said not a word, though she did hum, and that smile on her face never faded. She traveled through his castle as if she was familiar with the place... as if she owned it. And considering the grasp she had on his hand right now, there were very few who would deny her.

Like before, the hallways were silent, with no servant of any sort in sight. Sarin trembled in place, causing him to inadvertently clutch harder on Iris' hand. That got a response out of her.

“Oh! Fufufufufufu! You're trembling so much, my dear prince," she said whilst looking over at him, causing Sarin to stiffen in place.

“H-how could I not!?" he replied, baring his teeth in an attempt to appear strong, “You... you're taking me with you! I..." he shook his head, “This is not what I want..."

“Fufufufufufu... but this is what I want," Iris replied, sending a jolt down his spine, “I have you now with me. Your life is mine to play with. Fufufufufu... how does that make you feel, Prince Sarin?"

What kind of question was that? 'Your life is mine to play with'? That statement sent shivers down Sarin's spine and caused him to look away. He attempted to make a retort – any retort – but before the words could leave his mouth.

Sliiithteeerrrr...

“Ah!?"

Something wrapped around his waist. Looking down, he saw Iris' tail. The thick and long appendage slowly slithered around him, before squeezing in tight. Against his will, he was pulled in against the Demon Queen, his face resting at her side, and his chin on her hip.

She was so warm...

Blushing from the closeness they shared, Sarin looked up, where his gaze met Iris'. She chuckled at him, before using a mere ounce of her strength to lift the prince up. Eyes wide, he gasped in shock as he was lifted from the ground and placed right into the Demon Queen's awaiting arm. If he thought she treated him like a child before, this feeling was only amplified now!

Sarin was well into his thirties. However, being an elf, he still looked young. His appearance could be confused for a young adult when it came to humans; being around the age of eighteen to be exact. And, of course, there was the fact that he was so shorter than average, and Iris was a towering beauty.

He so easily fitted into the Demon Queen's arm, who held him less like he was an adult, and more like he was a child... a baby at that. Iris' arm was so strong and capable, so shapely as well; it cradled him, as his back rested on her forearm, and his pert butt sat in her slightly cupped hand.

How did she hold him so easily? And... oh dear... he only now realized how close they were.

Sarin pulled back, his blue eyes looking Iris up and down as his feet dangled in the air. Now being closer, he could see her body in far, far greater detail than ever before. The shape of her shoulders, the physique in her arms... and the great size of her chest.

Iris' breasts were so damn big. Cradled by her lewd corset, her bosom looked like it could pop free at any given moment. All it would take is a jump, maybe if he kicked hard with his legs, or hell, even a strong enough gust of wind could possibly expose her chest to him!

Oh... by the gods! What was he thinking!?

“Ohohohohohohoho!" Iris' boisterous laugh rang into Sarin's ears.

If he wasn't blushing before, he was beet-red now! Embarrassment funneled through his body, causing him to palm his face in some vain attempt to regain his composure. It wasn't working.

And then Iris stopped her laughter. Working up enough courage, Sarin stared through the cracks of his fingers, his gaze falling on the Demon Queen next to him. She was looking back at him, this saucy smirk resting on her elegant lips. The mere sight of them caused him to shiver, and again block the view of his face.

“Let us continue," said Iris as she started walking again.

“I... aren't you going to put me down...?" asked Sarin, to which the Demon Queen shook her head.

“Of course not! Fufufufufufufufu!"

Continuing on, Sarin watched as the halls of his home moved by. Everything was so silent and so empty, that his word eventually became wrapped around Iris and Iris alone. Her body next to his, the sound of her footsteps in the massive halls, and the realization that soon, he'd be living with her; it all created this metaphorical cage that was impossible to escape from!

But, no, that's not completely true. While the halls were silent and devoid of his servants, that did not mean they were alone. For once they came to his castle's main lobby...

“Oh! Kehehehehehehe! There you are!"

“H-huh!?"

Soldiers. Armed soldiers. They stood guard over the lobby of his castle. But they were not his soldiers. These were not elven knights and mages, but instead warriors of various species. From dwarves to suarkins, beastkin to draphs; a wide assortment of armed men and women stood guard in his castle. These were not his knights, these were her knights. This was just a small smidgen of Iris' army.

These were demons.

They stood guard over their queen, defending her from any and all threats that may make themselves known. And yet, despite all of them being so deadly, so dangerous with their onyx armor and wicked weaponry, none of them held nearly as much of a presence as the Demon Queen herself. They also remained respectful of their ruler, standing tall and ready.

Save for one.

One such knight approached them. She was half man, half bull... a minotaur! A shorter than average minotaur, one with furry legs, these curved horns, and this burly figure. Her hair was wild, messy and red, and she wore this roguish grin on her lips as her red eyes stared up to her queen... and the prince in her arms.

“Ah! Oh! Oh! This is him?" said the minotaur as she came up to them, eyeing Sarin up and down. Inadvertently, he clutched closer to Iris, causing the minotaur to laugh at his despair.

“Calm down, Tora!" Iris playfully scolded whilst pushing Sarin upwards, “You are in the presence of the elven prince! Fufufufufufu! Remember that..." she then looked down towards him, causing him to look away in an attempt to save face, “Are our carriages prepared?"

“Yeah! Let's get back to Castle Mordredus!" said the minotaur as she turned to face the front doors of the castle, “This place is an eyesore..."

The minotaur's dismissive remark of his castle garnered a glare from Sarin. But all his gaze did was fall on her back. Iris then tugged upon him, drawing him close to her body yet again. He looked up, leering at the Demon Queen this time... who only smiled back. And that smile again deflated Sarin.

He needed to understand – and understand quickly – that Ravenhold was no longer his home.

Still being carried by Iris like he was some babe, Sarin watched as the doors to his castle came close. They were then pushed open by Iris' entourage, revealing the wide front yard of his glorious kingdom, and the carriages that stood ready. But these weren't the opulent, silver and red carriages of his kingdom, but instead the powerful and dangerous carriages belonging to Iris.

They were large and sinister, armored too, with this Gothic architecture that gave it a slight religious vibe. But with its black and purple color scheme, it seemed to mirror their queen more than any god or deity. And resting on the sides of the carriage was the symbol of the kingdom of Mordredus, being a serpent-like creature, extending from the center of a purple flower.

This insignia... it had been burnt into Sarin's mind. Ever since the queen's invasion started, this flag had become synonymous with death and destruction. And now this flag was raised high all around his castle, signaling the complete submission of his kingdom under hers.

And he? He was her prize. She had already taken land, and had already absorbed much of his kingdom into hers. He was just the medal; the symbol of her complete control over his kingdom and people. He was her claim.

And now he was being carried off into her carriage.

As they approached the vessel, its doors were pulled open by one of Iris' men, and its staircase was pulled out. Iris thanked them, while all Sarin could do was curl up in defeat. He even closed his eyes tight, hoping that this was just some bizarre nightmare, one that wouldn't stop. But, of course, when he opened his eyes, he was still in Iris' arm.

One last time, he looked over towards Ravenhold castle, his home since birth. And there, standing upon one of its balconies and gazing down upon him, was his sister. The distance was great, but he could see the displeasure in his sister's eyes. Was she crying?

Yes. Yes she was.

Like his father before, this would be the last time Sarin would ever see his sister. He was pulled into the carriage with Iris, and the door was closed shut.

Within the carriage, the cushions were red and soft, allowing one to sink inside like they were resting on a cloud. Upon entering, Iris finally allowed Sarin to drop from her hold, where he sat beside her. He appeared dazed for a moment now that the strength of her arm had been replaced with the softness of the carriage. But then he looked up, watching as Iris crossed her legs, allowing one to sit atop the other, while she looked over at him with a smile on her lips.

They were alone again, free from the wayward eyes of others. There was no one for Sarin to turn to; the elven prince was trapped with her. He tried to keep up a brave face, tried to appear indignant... but then Iris' tail slithered over. Gently, it stroked upon his arm, before sitting the tip into his palm. He gasped, then squeezed her tail, feeling the smoothness of her scales brush back.

It was so heavy... so strong... almost like living armor. Wait... was he marveling at her?

Realizing what he was doing, Sarin dropped Iris' tail, causing her to giggle. She then raised her hand, and rested her chin upon her fingers, while her red eyes seized upon his body. He looked back, let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, and then inhaled just as deeply.

“What now?" he asked. Funny thing is, he didn't even think before asking. It was just the first words that came to his lips, and had been the thoughts that have plagued him for days now.

What happens now? What will happen when Iris takes him to her kingdom? Was he to be her slave? Was he just some trophy of war; a sign of her complete control over Ravenhold? Or was it worse? Was he going to be tortured for her own sadistic glee? She is a demon; that could be his fate. In the end, only Iris had those answers.

And Iris was chuckling.

“Fufufufufufufu!"

Such a refined, regal, womanly laugh. It reverberated in Sarin's head like... like... music. He found the sound of her voice to be so attractive. Wait... what? No, that's not right. His mind was playing tricks on him; that's all.

“We will now be returning to my castle in Daemonium," said Iris, answering his question, “There, you will live with me."

“Is... is that all...?" he asked, to which Iris chuckled some more.

“Did you expect something else?" she asked, “Fufufufufu!"

“I--" was all he could say back before cutting himself short.

No, there had to be more to it than that, right? He wasn't just going to live with the queen of demons! She had to have some sort of game here, some sort of reason for having him in the first place.

And he was right.

“I'm going to keep you, Sarin," she said whilst reaching over, her finger gently tucking some hair from his face, “You are going to be my little pet."

The prince stiffened in place as Iris' words flowed into his pointed ears, and her fingers gently stroked along his face. Looking up, his blue eyes fell upon her face, reading the smile she wore. It spread out slowly, and her eyes slid into squints. Her smile was a visage of devilish delight, and the Demon Queen made no attempts to hide this.

“Your... pet...?" he repeated, “Y-you can't possibly mean...?"

Straightening up, he grew further abrasive... but the smile on Iris' face did not fade. This was no joke, no jest; the Demon Queen fully intended on making him – an elven prince – her pet. What did that even mean? He's had plenty of pets throughout his life, but a pet is an animal: a creature with lower intelligence than a being like him. How could she make him into her pet?

This was belittling, and frustrating too! Gritting his teeth, Sarin looked away, while Iris' hand continued to brush along his cheek. There was this warmth that emanated from her, one which felt so good. It would have been soothing... if it came from anyone who wasn't her.

“Does that scare you...?" Iris asked, her tone playful yet mature, “The idea of being my pet?"

“I... no... I... I am a prince," Sarin said in a stern manner.

“You were a prince," the Demon Queen corrected, making his eyes swell, “Until a few moments ago, you were a prince. Prince Sarin of Ravenhold. But now? Fufufufu!" she shook her head, “Now, you are not. Now, you are Sarin. You are my pet."

“I--" Grab! “Ah!?"

Her tail. Like before in the hall, Iris' tail had slithered over, where it wrapped around his waist. Against Sarin's will, he was pulled in close to the Demon Queen, his hip pressing against hers. Placing his hands down, he attempted to push against her with his feeble strength. But she was a pillar of power, one who was unshakable, immovable. Pushing against her was like trying to move a mountain!

“Don't act so surprised, Sarin," said Iris as her finger started to stroke along him, her nails plucking at his pristine flesh, “Your people lost the war against me. In order to survive, your father sold off his son. Otherwise, it would have been a bloodbath. Whether or not I took you willingly, or took you by force, you would have always been mine. Do you understand that...?"

“I... haaah..."

He looked away, cheeks turning red as his face grew defeated. A part of him tried to remain strong, but stuck with Iris as he was, there was no changing his fate. And as the Demon Queen spoke the truth, he further realized just how powerless he was.

“This is how I see it," said Iris, drawing Sarin's gaze back towards her, “You are my pet. That means... I can do whatever I want to you. I could..." her hand traveled down to his chest, “Dress you up in all sorts of clothes. Or I could..." then her hand came back up, “Change your hair to whatever I want. Fufufufufu! Or I could even..." she pulled back her finger and poked his nose, “Change your name if I wanted to!"

“N-no...!" said Sarin whilst shaking his head, “Y-you wouldn't..."

Iris' head cocked to the side.

“Oh... I wouldn't...?" she replied, her hand coming down to cup his chin, “Oh Sarin... you have no idea what I would and wouldn't do. But don't worry. I am a very gracious owner. Fufufufufufu!"

The term 'owner' made Sarin's blood turn cold. She said it with such authenticity; like she was talking to some stable owner about how she was going to take good care of a newborn calf. Only, instead of talking about an animal, she was talking about him. So why couldn't he pull back?

Iris' hand gently stroked upon his cheek and chin. It ran from back to forth, with her nails gently scratching at him. While his heart raced with dread for his new reality, his once cold blood began to heat up. Her touches found a way to both stimulate and calm him, all while she smiled.

“Aaah...!"

That sound was involuntary. It flowed from Sarin's lips and rang out in the carriage before the elven prince even realized what he had done. Eyes wide, he stared at Iris, embarrassed and ashamed at the sound of pleasure which left his lips. Did her stroking really feel that good?

Yes. Yes it did. But he was far too proud to ever admit it. Didn't matter anyway; Iris could read it on his face.

“I recommend you get some sleep, Sarin," said Iris as she drew her hand back, “It is going to be a long trip back to Castle Mordredus. You will need all the energy you can."

“I..." was all he could eek out.

…

Power. Conquest. Glory.

These are the virtues that govern Mordredus.

Mordredus...

Mordredus...

The distant kingdom of Demons...

Mordredus...

Demons... are a most terrible sect of creature, the likes of which even the gods see fit to turn away from. Monsters, beasts, fiends of all shapes and sizes. Many stories are told, teaching you to avoid these beings, less some horrible fate befall you. It matters not where you come from nor what you call them – devils, monsters, yokai, whatever else have you – you are always warned to avoid these creatures of the night to the best of your abilities. Do not listen to them, do not heed their words, do not give them the chance to get their claws in you. For if they do succeed, if they do trap you...

Escape is near impossible.

So...

What does it say of a being who not only is a demon... but rules them? A king, or in this case, a queen of demons?

To rule demons takes more than just brains, and it takes more than just bronze. No... bronze is far too weak a metal to understand how strong one must be to command legions of innately powerful and treacherous beings. You need... steel... no... greater than steel. You need a resolve and strength that is greater than titanium. For anything weaker results in death, and death for a ruler results in chaos.

And Iris will not stand for chaos...

The differences between Castle Ravenhold and Castle Mordredus were equivalent to the differences between life and death. There were no silver walls, no black rugs. In a strange way, it was equal parts excessive with its style, and restrained. Like controlled exuberance. He had noticed from their carriages before, the architecture was Gothic in nature, making everything feel like both a church and a castle at the same time. The arched ceilings, the tracery on the window, the windows themselves which were stained glass. If you covered his eyes and told him he was entering into a sinister cathedral, Sarin would believe you.

The colors too were all black and red, further increasing the malicious aura the castle emanated. These black walls and ceilings, these red rugs, and all of it was broken up by suits of armor that stood tall in rows... oh, yeah, and the plentiful portraits.

They were everywhere. Portraits of demon kings and queens from centuries past, adorned the walls of Castle Mordredus, as if it were some sort of arcane museum. But none were as numerous as Iris herself. The Demon Queen's portrait made of the majority of paintings that adorned the wall, from simple busts created by immaculate artists, to scenes depicting her in regal armor as she conquers battlefields.

Oh, yeah, and perhaps the most important aspect of Castle Mordredus? It was very big.

Sarin walked down the halls, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he drank in the demonic splendor of the Gothic castle. From the suits of armor that stood tall in the hall (were they alive?), to the portraits and busts that adorned seemingly every corner, there appeared to be not one aspect of the castle that wasn't oozing with power and demonic majesty.

The elven prince felt so small among it all. Was all demonic architecture this big? Walking through the halls of the castle felt like he was walking through a massive forest! Iris however, appeared perfectly sized for her surroundings.

As the Demon Queen and her new pet walked down the halls, her servants all bowed in reverence to her... while stealing glances at Sarin. He could hear whispers and snickers directed towards him, sounds which made his skin crawl.

“Is that him?" some would say.

“Oh... there's the former prince of Ravenhold," others would state.

“Queen Iris always wins."

Their scathing words and leering eyes caused Sarin to grit his teeth. He wanted to shout at them, to defend himself and his country against their comments. They were as disrespectful as that minotaur from before!

But he was no fool. He knew speaking up against them – these demons – would only result in his death. He didn't know what his position as Iris' 'pet' meant, but he knew it was probably in his best interests to obey the Demon Queen and her servants, less some horrible fate befall him.

As if this fate wasn't horrible enough...

“Ah... here we are," said Iris as they arrived at a pair of doors, “This will be your new living quarters, Sarin."

“My new... living quarters...?" he repeated whilst looking at her, “This is... hah..."

Gazing forward, he looked at the massive doors resting before him. What horrors lay behind it, he wondered. This was a demon's castle, and he was a demon's pet, so was he wrong in thinking that behind these doors would be some hellhole of a room? Regardless of his fears and worries, Sarin stepped forward, his hand hesitantly reaching out for the door's knob. Grasping and turning it, he pushed open the door to reveal...

“Wh... what?"

Not what he was expecting.

Like the rest of the castle, this bedroom was Gothic in nature and architecture. Its walls were arched, it had a domed ceiling, and elegant spires were carved into its surface. The walls and floors were black of course, and the rugs were royal and red, while the drapery that hung from the windows were all gold in color. And of course, there was the great, grand, massive bed. It sat to the center-back of the room, with purple blankets that shimmered in the arcane light of the chamber.

Amazed by what he was seeing, Sarin walked inside, his face one of shock as he drank in the décor of the bedroom; his bedroom. And, naturally, he compared it to his chamber back in Ravenhold. And, oh, no, there was no comparison; this bedroom was so damn big! If he were to walk, no, run from one side of the bedroom to the other, he'd be winded by the time he reached the windows! It was so big, he almost felt a sense of vertigo.

“Aah...!"

Thud!

Falling back, he sat down upon the bedside stool which rested near his mattress. There he took a few moments to collect his thoughts, and again gaze upon his surroundings. The bedroom lacked a lot of furniture, as if waiting for someone to fill it out. Was this really all for him?

“Do you like it?" Iris asked as she walked towards Sarin, her arms crossed beneath her bosom as she looked down upon him with this smirk on her lips, “It is nice, is it not?"

“It's... big..." he answered, making Iris chuckle.

“Is that a problem? Would you prefer something... smaller?"

“I... n-no..." he shook his head, “That's not what I meant..."

“Fufufufufufu!"

As regal Iris' laughter filled the air, Sarin let his head drop down. Everything about this felt so off. He was expecting this room to be paltry and pathetic, to really help beat down into his nose his new status as Iris' pet. Instead, he was given this massive bedroom to live in? There had to be a joke here, right?

“I... I don't get it..." Sarin said, “Is this room really for me?"

“But of course! Fufufufufu! Remember what I said? I am a very gracious owner," said Iris as she stood before him, “This bedroom is yours to do as you please with. Though..." she looked around, “I don't think you'll be staying in here for too long..."

“Wh... what do you mean by that?" the elven prince asked, to which Iris shook her head.

“Oh! Fufufufu! It's nothing, it's nothing," she answered with a dismissive wave of her hand, “Now then, we've traveled far, have we not?" turning around, she began walking for the door, “I will go and command my chefs to prepare dinner, so please, relax while you wait."

“Y-you're leaving...?" asked Sarin, causing Iris to stop at the door.

“Fufufu...! What...?" looking over her shoulder, she batted her eyelashes at him while her lips curled into a devilish smile, “Do you miss me already, Sarin?"

“I..." he looked away, “Th-that's not what I meant. I... I'm just... I... I don't know where I am and..."

“Ohohohohohoho! Do not worry, Sarin," Iris said in a reassuring manner, “No harm will befall my pet while I am away. If anyone were to injure even one tiny hair on your head... I'll make them suffer for centuries."

That threat wasn't directed at him, but he felt the chilling power within it nonetheless. Iris wasn't just speaking to sound tough; she was being completely honest with him. If anyone hurt him, even slightly, she wouldn't hesitate to punish them to an extreme degree. It made him feel both safe and horrified.

“Oh... but before I go," said Iris as she turned to face him directly, “We will be having dinner together. And you will be naked for it."

For several moments, silence passed through the air. And then Sarin said--

“What?"

Iris didn't answer. She didn't need to answer. Instead, that devilish smile of hers spread even wider on her sultry lips.

She wanted to eat dinner with him... but he had to be naked for it? He didn't imagine that, right? No, he didn't. If he did, Iris wouldn't be smiling the way she did. Sweat began forming on Sarin's brow as the realization of her command really began sinking into his mind. To eat dinner with her... naked. He even looked down, imagining his nude body for everyone to see.

“N-no..." he whispered as he shook his head, “This... this is..." he then looked up, giving her this unsure, unsteady look, “And... what if I refuse?"

Iris shook her head.

“Oh... fufufufu... you won't. You're too smart to refuse," she answered.

Her response caused him to grit his teeth and look away as his face turned red. His expression was this combination between abrasiveness and defeat. He didn't want to do this – he really didn't want to do this – but he knew he had no choice. If he fought back, what would that do? He'd only bring her wrath down upon him... and even worse... may cause her to punish Ravenhold as well.

Was this his fate? Forced to be Iris' plaything for fear of what suffering may befall his nation? It caused his body to shift and jerk from one side to the other, while he hugged himself close. Ultimately, he understood his choice was made the moment that command left the Demon Queen's lips. She was correct; he was too smart to refuse.

“Relax yourself, Sarin. Unwind," said Iris as she gazed back at the door, “I will be coming for you when dinner is ready."

“Y-yes..." he whimpered.

Bringing his eyes up, Sarin begrudgingly watched as Iris exited his room. She moved with poise and grace, her hips swaying left to right, and a casual hum even left her lips. She acted as if she hadn't just given him this impossible command. Did she indulge in the thought of making him humiliate himself?

Obviously...

THUD!

The sound of his door closing shut caused Sarin to jolt in place. Iris was gone now, leaving him all alone in this massive bedroom which was his. He remained still however, while his mind continued imagining his incoming dinner. The idea of him, completely naked, eating with Iris; why did she have to be so cruel? The thought alone was almost enough to kill him from sheer embarrassment!

But, again, he knew what fate would befall him and possibly his kingdom if he disobeyed. His own dignity may die today, but his country will not. With that in mind, Sarin swallowed his spit, steeled his resolve, and nodded. He didn't know what game Iris was playing, but if she thought he'd falter and become her 'pet' with no resistance, then she would be sorely mistaken!

Although... getting naked... ahh... w-well... it couldn't be too difficult, r-right?

…

Wrong. Ooooooh, so wrong.

The supple flesh of an elven prince. It was pristine, lacking flaw, lacking blemish of any sort. No cuts, no bruises, no pimples, no nothing! He truly was a paradigm of elven beauty for boys his age and stature. It was something he was even proud of! Elves were known for their looks, and how often they were seen as superior to their human brethren. And while Sarin himself never saw humans as beneath him, a part of the elven prince did enjoy the looks of awe he garnered from others.

But now? Oh now. Now that nude body of his which has laid hidden behind his clothes, was free to be seen by all.

His face was red, his body cold, his legs twitching, all as he walked down the halls with his head down. Whatever poise and professionalism Sarin once owned, had long since been tossed to the wayside. Was he even capable of calling himself a 'prince' now? It was a title beyond the naked elf.

As Iris ordered, not one article of clothing laid on his body as he walked down the massive halls of Castle Mordredus. His face was red, burning furious with a blush of intense embarrassment, while his hands cupped his manhood, covering from the eyes of others. Not that it did much, because those 'others' – the servants of the castle – gleefully watched as he walked back.

They laughed at him, chuckled, snickered, showing nothing but amusement with the embarrassing situation he was placed in. And all he could do was walk, hoping that some aspect of his fading dignity would be retained by the time this was all over. As if such a thing was possible...

This was humiliating. No, this was so beyond 'humiliating' that a word hadn't been created to describe how humiliating this was. He was a prince! An elven prince! He should be treated better than this! And yet, he was forced to walk through the halls of this castle, completely naked, while its demonic denizens laughed at him... him! They laughed at him!

And he had no choice but to take it...

He was so ashamed of his situation, so embarrassed, that he could barely pull his gaze up. He just stared at the ground beneath him, watching as the red rugs moved beneath his bare feet... and the purple tail which slithered just in view.

Iris was in front of him, one hand on her hip and the other hand at her side as she walked casually down the hall. They were like night and day; the Demon Queen, standing tall and proud with a regal smile on her lips, and Sarin, the (former) elven prince, his head down in embarrassment as he was completely naked.

The servants of the castle would all bow before Iris as she passed... and then snicker at Sarin when he did likewise. This was a show to them, like their queen was flaunting her newest trophy after coming victorious in some sport. Only, that 'trophy' was the elven prince, and that 'sport' was war.

“This is too much..." Sarin whimpered, “I..."

“Fufufufufufu...! Is something wrong, Sarin?" asked the Demon Queen.

She looked over her shoulder, flashing him a smile, while all he could do was avert his eyes. Her words were filled with venom, and her tone was so teasing and playful. Of course something was wrong here; he was stark naked!

But Sarin did not say a word. Was it fear of retaliation, or was he so defeated that he couldn't bring himself to speak? Not even he knew the answer. Before he could come to any sort of answer, they came to a halt at a pair of doors. The elven prince looked up at the doors, watching as Iris' servants quickly rushed to the doors. Grabbing them, they pulled them open for the Demon Queen and her pet, revealing a massive dining hall on the opposing end.

The table was wide and massive, stretching from one end of the room, aaaaaaaallllll the way to the other. Its sides were flanked with rows of chairs, and on its surface was drapery which was white and elegant. The walls of the dining hall were adorned with windows, offering them a view of the gardens outside. And at the very end of the table was a large and majestic chair.

Iris' chair.

“You are very, very hungry, aren't you, Sarin?" asked Iris as she looked over her shoulder at him, a smile on her lips, “Do not worry. Just a few feet later, you can eat as much as you'd like."

“Is... is demon food healthy?" he asked, to which the Demon Queen chuckled.

“Why would it not be?" she asked back, “Do you think we are barbarians? Fufufufufufufu! Don't worry your cute little head. I have some of the finest chefs in all the land. The food you have here will be far better than anything you've ever eaten in your life."

Sarin gritted his teeth at such a statement. Was this a joke? If he were to be her pet, what was stopping her from feeding him grub? As before, he hesitated to trust the Demon Queen, but he followed her nonetheless as they came to the chairs at the back of the table.

“Right here," said Iris, patting down the chair next to hers, “You can sit right here. Dinner will arrive shortly."

Sarin nodded before climbing into the chair offered to him. Then he scooted as close to the table as he could, using the tablecloth to cover himself from the legs down. Noticing this, Iris' laughed, but said nothing. Instead, she sat down herself, and moved close to the table, while the doors behind them opened.

Rushing in were more of Iris' servants, all of whom were dressed like waiters and waitresses. They carried with them silver platters on trays, and even pushed a few in on trolleys. Astonished, Sarin watched as they all moved quickly and efficiently, showing their queen the utmost respect. All the while, Iris herself sat there, eyes closed and nose pointed up.

Bit by bit, her servants prepared a smorgasbord of meals! It was hot, cold and everything in between! Sarin's eyes grew wide with awe as he struggled to contain it all. From steaming meats, to glistening salads, from gooey cheese, to heated vegetables; everything one could desire was here in some shape or form.

It left Sarin's mouth wide, and even caused a dribble of spit to hang from his lips. Seeing all this food reminded him of something; he hadn't eaten one thing since the previous night. How could he eat when he was to be given to the Demon Queen? But now that this food was before him...

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggkkhhh!

His hunger made itself known.

“Oho~!" said Iris as she looked at her pet, “Someone's a little hungry? Fufufufufufufu!"

“I... um..." Sarin mumbled as he looked away, “I apologize... th-that was unbecoming of me."

“Fufufufufufu... don't say that," the Demon Queen said as her tail slithered over.

Gently, it began rubbing against Sarin's chin, drawing a sigh from his lips. Under Iris' guidance, his face was turned until his blue eyes met her red ones.

“You don't need to feel ashamed of having an empty stomach," said Iris in a playful manner, “You're a pet now! Fufufufufufufu! And when you get hungry, just come to me," she placed her hand on her chest, “And I'll feed you until you can't eat another bite."

Iris' words oozed into Sarin's ears, sounding like pure, gilded, honey. He was trying to be abrasive, but the tone she had, not to mention the way her tail brushed along his chin, all sent this heat through his body. His teeth were clenched in defense, but his body was already relenting. Especially...

“Hnng...!"

Down there.

The tablecloth was in the way, covering the fact that Sarin's manhood was starting to swell. Quickly, he shifted his legs in an attempt to further obscure his pelvis, while in his mind he screamed with horror. Why were his loins stiffening? What about this situation felt good? Iris was belittling him, calling him his pet, and treating him like a child that needed to be doted on! And yet those same words felt so good in his ears, and her teasing tail was so soothing.

What was going on here?

Sarin was so ashamed of himself, that when he looked back at the food placed before him, he felt his hunger vanish. Iris had no qualms eating, casually enjoying her meal while her pet sat there, despondent. This did not go by unnoticed, and after swallowing a morsel of food, the Demon Queen leaned over on the table, resting her chin on her hands as her red eyes gazed towards the elf at her side.

“Something wrong, Sarin?" asked Iris, to which he shook his head.

“N-no," he lied, “I... I've just lost my appetite..."

“Oh? You did?" she replied, “Fu... no... I don't believe that. You were drooling so hard before. Hmmm... Oh!" she raised her finger whilst giving him a sly wink, “Tell me, Sarin. What happened to your mother?"

“M-my mother?" he repeated, before looking away, “I-I don't know what she has to do with anything!"

“Oh... fufufufu... I'm just asking because... you seem a little bit lost, is all," Iris cooed, her sultry voice penetrating his ears, causing his body to heat up yet again, “If it helps... why don't you think of me as your 'Mommy'. Fufufufu... call me... Momma Iris, if you'd like."

“M-Momma Iris...?"

Just thinking that term was enough to make Sarin's body jolt. 'Momma Iris'? Oh, that was such a deliberate choice of words! When delivered by her sultry and regal voice, it further caused his body to heat up. And you know where all that heat went? Straight towards his pelvis!

Again, his manhood twitched and throbbed, further stiffening up between his legs. Gasping in surprise, Sarin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, embarrassed, ashamed, and even humiliated by the fact that – on some level – his body enjoyed this. He had to have hit his head somewhere along the way, right? That's the only answer to this!

But before his mind could fully escape, Iris' tail slithered over. Gently it gripped upon his chair, where it pulled him in close, causing him to gasp. Eyes wide, Sarin looked up at the Demon Queen beside him, who flashed him a smirk as her eyes slid into sensual glares. They were so close, that her towering body cast its shadow atop him. Despite his attempts to remain indignant, Sarin could not help but to take a few moments to simply marvel at the amazonian beauty Iris had. From the shape of her body, to the musculature of her arms and shoulders, and the way her big, busty chest appeared so pronounced in the lewd attire she wore.

And she so shamelessly let him gaze upon it all; like he was some naughty voyeur, and she indulged in his gaze as much as he did.

It took Sarin a moment too long to realize what he was doing. He turned away, trying to hide his shame, while his arousal continued flowing through his body. That heat produced sweat on his nude form, which caused him to pant slightly. He was trying – dammit he was trying – to stand tall against Iris' wiles. But it seemed as if everything she did – or in this case, didn't do – garnered his attractions.

This time, it was merely how she ate. So refined, so regal, so very befitting of a majestic queen. She showed no bend, no break in her form as she ate her meal. And then her red eyes glanced over, trapping Sarin in her gaze. He looked back, blue eyes quivering as he tried to decipher what the Demon Queen was planning.

Iris reached forward. Grabbing a plate and bowl from off the table before her, she pulled it back towards her chest. There she held it for a few moments, before grasping the spoon at her side. Swiping up some soup which simmered in the bowl, she smiled down at her meal, then turned to face Sarin at her side.

“Open wide~" she said, causing him to twitch.

“What are you do-- nnmmph!?"

Flavor. Amazing flavor.

When Sarin's mouth opened up, Iris pushed a spoonful of soup right between his lips. His eyes grew wide, stunned by the sudden food he was force-fed... but it quickly caused him to melt. Was the soup hot? Yes, it was oh so hot. But it was oh so good as well. He groaned around the spoonful of soup, tasting what it had within. Cheese, meats, chunks of assorted vegetables, and the broth itself; all of it was prepared to perfection. And that perfection warmed him up.

“Mmmm..."

“Good, is it not?" asked Iris, “Fufufufufufu! Like I said, I employ some of the greatest chefs in all of Daemonium," she pulled the spoon back, where she began swiping it in her soup again, “Don't worry; there's more where that came from."

Pulling up the spoon as the delicious broth pooled within, Iris brought it up to her lips... and plugged into her mouth. A warm sigh of pleasure left her closed mouth as she swallowed down the meal, an action that Sarin was magnetized to. He watched her eyes closed, watched her lips curl into a smile, and watched as her expression beamed with glee. And once it was all over, she dropped that same spoon down to the bowl of soup, scooped some up, and hovered it right before the elven prince's eyes.

“Open wide, Sarin," she cooed.

This time he didn't hesitate. This time, he obeyed without hesitation.

Truly, like some toddler to their mother, Sarin was fed by Iris at his side. Bit by bit, he was given soup, given mashed potatoes, given chunks of meat, given everything and anything he wanted. Whatever his eyes saw, the Demon Queen fed him without hesitation. And it was all so goooood! He groaned whenever the food was given to him, savoring it with his tongue. And when the spoon was pulled back, he was left wanting for more.

And Iris gave him that 'more'. Like a gracious and kind owner, the Demon Queen fed Sarin more and more and more. Spoonful after spoonful, fork after fork, it mattered not how much he wanted, or what he wanted. Whatever it was he desired, Iris made sure to feed him. Up until...

“Nmmmph...!"

Sarin couldn't eat anymore.

His tongue slicking against his lips, the elven prince slurped up whatever residual bits of food he could collect while this sense of euphoria washed over him. He was completely full of food, his stomach satiated after so long. If he were to eat another bite, he'd explode!

Smiling, Sarin's eyes closed shut and he leaned back against the chair he sat in. He pulled back so far in fact, that his penis was pulled from beneath the tablecloth, revealing the fact that it was more than just a little stiff. It pulsated between his legs, being surprisingly thick and long for an elf of his size. The sight of which caused Iris to chuckle, which itself made Sarin's ears twitch.

He straightened up, eyes widening as he realized what he had done. Looking down between his legs, he saw his rising manhood look back at him. If he relaxed anymore, his member may stand up straight! And if he was here getting so hard before Demon Queen Iris, that would give her the wrong idea!

But... then... what was the right idea? Whatever it was, he didn't want Iris to think he found pleasure in this or something! Who would find pleasure in being someone's pet? Who could possibly like being the pet of a woman like Iris? This big... strong... tall woman. One who gave him this big room to sleep in, and fed him such delicious food. A woman who proved her prowess by besting Ravenhold.

If there was ever a woman to be the pet of, it would be her. No... wait! This same woman forced him to eat naked, regardless of her kind words! This same woman killed so many of his people in her invasion! This same woman captured him as her prize!

Is it nice that Iris hadn't proven herself a cruel and sadistic mistress? Yes, it is nice. But does that change the fact that she's clearly a villainous demon who lusted after conquest? No! It does not! He needed to keep his strength against her, regardless of her supposed kindness... and her obvious beauty.

“Fufufufufufu... did you like it?" asked Iris, snapping Sarin from his thoughts.

The elven prince looked up at her, reading the smile painted on her face. Again, he thought about being abrasive, but again, he knew how foolish an idea that was. Besides, while he may not like this situation they were in, he would not lie about her food. So...

“Yes... it was... it was very good," he said with an affirmative nod.

“Fufufufufu... lovely," said the Demon Queen as she pressed her hands together, “I would be remiss if I could not please my new pet. Especially on his first day here! Fufufufufu!"

That laugh. That 'fufufufu' noise that left her lips. Why did it sound so beautiful? If he were to hear it in a vacuum, it would be a regal and divine laugh, one that exudes a warm – and somewhat arrogant – charm. But when he looks over, he does not see some gilded deity of a queen, one whose beauty is only matched by her generosity. Instead, he sees Demon Queen Iris, a woman who seeks to conquer whatever it is she locks her eyes on.

And said eyes were locked in on him.

There was this look in her eyes, one that Sarin had never seen before. If he were to describe it, he'd say she was looking at him like she was sizing up something to eat all her own. It was in the way her eyes traveled upon his nude body, and how her tongue licked at her lips.

Her... tongue? Her tongue was thin and whip-like. It was the tongue of a reptile.

“Tell me, Sarin, Did you like it when I carried you around in my arms?" asked Iris, causing her pet to look at her in a confused manner.

“Wh-what? Why... what does that have to do with anything?" he asked back, to which she chuckled.

“Just curious, is all," she replied whilst reaching over, her hand brushing aside some of his green hair, “Tell me... did you like it? You fitted so easily in my arm. Fufufufufu... you were like a little doll."

“I... I... I uh... I... um..." he blushed and looked aside, his hand rubbing at the back of his head sheepishly, “I didn't... dislike it. It was just... um... weird. I've never been held in such a way. You're so tall and... hah..."

“Fufufufufufufufu! I really appreciate your honesty, Sarin!" Iris stated, drawing a blush to the elf's face.

Admitting to the fact that he liked being carried around – even on a slight level – felt so demoralizing. How could he like it when she was treating him like a mere pup? But, again, he was no liar! When asked any question, he'd answer it in earnest. Besides, he knew lying to Iris was pointless. If she wanted to work the truth out of him, he knew she'd get it, no matter what.

What he needed was space. The day had been incredibly long, and incredibly testing to his well-being.

“Um... Q-Queen Iris...?" he mumbled whilst averting his eyes, causing her to cock her head, “I... I'd like to return to my room. I... I am very tired."

“Hm? Oh! Fufufu... but of course," she said in a reassuring manner, “Today has been long, has it not? Dinner may have been nice, but you will need your rest. Fufufufufu... but that's okay," reaching over again, she cupped his cheek and began rubbing it, “Soon, you'll learn how nice it is to be my pet..."

Her words sent a cold chill down Sarin's spine, reminding him of his position here at this castle. He was not a prince, not a prisoner, hell, he may not even be a person. He was a pet. He was Iris' pet. And as her thumb stroked along his cheek, he realized she was going to make sure he understood that.

But before he could speak... she suddenly pulled him in...

Plap!

“Ggnn!?"

And rested his head right atop her bosom.

Sarin's eyes grew wide as his head rested upon her pronounced chest. It was firm, yet there was a certain level of pliability behind it. The way it propped up his head, supporting him, was not too different from a pillow. But, no, this pillow was far greater. This pillow had smooth, flawless skin, a lovely, tanned color, a burning warmth like a stove resonated beneath it, and... snifff... oh... this spicy cinnamon flavor.

For a few moments too long, Sarin found himself resting on Iris' chest, incapable of moving himself. She was like a spider, and he was ensnared in her web. Parts of him tried to move, but other parts remained locked in, refusing to budge. And then Iris reached over with her other hand, where she casually lifted him up... and placed him down in her lap.

And yet, Sarin remained still. He knew how dangerous of a position this was, realized how foolish he was to let her maneuver him as she had done... but that didn't mean he moved himself. One of Iris' hands rested on the back of his head, nuzzling him closer to her boom, while the other hand gently traveled along his body. He felt her palm run up and down his back, before coming to a halt right here at his butt.

And then she gripped it.

“Hnnk!"

And then she lifted it.

“Aaah~"

And then she laughed.

“Fufufufufufufu!"

“Ooooh~!"

Never. Never before had he been treated in such an objectifying manner. She was touching his body like she was evaluating it... appraising it. What was this body of his worth? Was it worth nothing? Or was it worth more than its weight in gold? Why stop at gold? Perhaps more, like rubies? Diamonds? Emeralds? Hmmm...

Sarin was not ignorant; he knew what Iris was doing. So why didn't he stop her? Why did he not even mount a defense? In fact, he did the opposite; he snuggled closer to the Demon Queen. Embracing her, the elven pet rested his head between her bosom, while her calming touches continued to soothe him. He could go to sleep right here...

No... No!

Against the will of his body, and even the will of his desires, Sarin began pushing back against Iris. She relinquished her hold on him, and stared down upon his face while he looked back up with quivering blue eyes. There was clearly something he wanted to say, but the words did not leave him. He just shook his head.

Iris smirked. And then nodded.

…

This felt weird.

Don't you know when you go on vacation, and you're in a new place, and it takes you some time to get used to your rented room? Maybe the bed's too big, or too small. Maybe things smell weird. Maybe the sounds outside of your wall just aren't to your liking. Regardless, something feels off, and you find it difficult to go to sleep as quickly as you'd like.

That's what Sarin was feeling right now.

The lights were off in his bedroom, casting him and his bedroom in nothing but shadows. His eyes had grown engrossed to the darkness however, allowing him to see across the wide space of his bedchamber. And what did he do?

He sat there. His knees were up to his chin, he hugged them close, the blankets were draped on his body, and he just... sat there.

He struggled to come to terms with his new reality, even after everything that had happened today. This wasn't some weird nightmare that he'd awaken from, no; this was his new reality. He'd wake up tomorrow morning in this same room, and there was nothing he could do about it. Iris would no doubt command him to do something else humiliating, not just eating naked. And what of the servants in the castle? They'd continue to mock and belittle him for his weakness.

But above all, Sarin thought about his family. He thought of Arnea, he thought of Figro, and yes, he thought of his father, Harnkratos. How did they feel? What were they going through right now knowing that he was trapped in the clutches of their enemy? He knew Arnea wouldn't accept it. She'd probably never accept it for the rest of her long, long life. He could only hope they'd overcome their grief with time.

He needed to withstand this as well. Someday – and someday soon, he hoped – he'd be able to accept his new position in life as Iris' pet. But until that day came...

“Ah...?"

He was going to endure it.

On unsteady feet, Sarin pulled himself up from his bed. Eyes attracted to the windows nearby, he walked towards them, and pulled open their gilded curtains. When he originally arrived at Castle Mordredus, he was too overwhelmed with grief to properly get a view of it from the outside. He only knew that the castle was large – larger than his own castle in fact – and the walls were as onyx as the sky on a starless night.

But he didn't understand the sheer size of Castle Mordredus until right now. When the curtains were spread open, he first saw the glorious red moon of Daemonium. It beamed down upon him, illuminating his bedroom – and the land – in a crimson light. Then he stared down, gazing upon the Gothic walls of Castle Mordredus, as he was so high in the sky. He assumed he was in a tower within the castle... a tower that was one of many. And he was so high up that if he attempted to climb out this window, heh, yeah right; that was paramount to suicide.

Sarin was trapped. Physically, there was nothing he could do. Magically, heh, his skill was so inferior, he might as well have had no magic talent whatsoever. But spiritually?

Spiritually...

“Haaaaah... haaaaaah... haaaaah... ooooooh..."

Sarin's legs twisted, as he suddenly felt... loose. With every passing second, he felt his body growing hotter and hotter, like he was sitting in the middle of an oven! Sweat began percolating on his form, making him wipe his hand against his forehead. But that only caused him to produce more sweat! It was endless!

“Wh-what's going on here...?" he muttered aloud as he shifted his gaze towards his mattress, “Aaaahh...! Oooooohhh...!"

Groaning aloud, he walked over towards his bed and fell inside, landing face first and then twisting around to stare up to the domed ceiling. The heat was relentless. In fact, it was getting even worse! Wrapping himself up in his blankets, he wondered if he had caught a sudden cold. Was that even possible for a sickness to be this fast acting? Maybe it was a demonic illness? Oh, that's not good!

This heat grew unbearable, making him cry out to his bedroom. Should he call for help? Maybe ask a servant for aid? This was Iris' castle; she'd have to have some medical physician here, right? They'd know what was wrong with him!

But...

No... NO! He didn't want to ask for help. The demons would only tease and belittle him for his weakness! Besides... maybe this was for the best! If he had some illness that killed him, then he'd be free of Iris' grasp! And if it was death by illness, then she'd have no reason to abuse Ravenhold!

That's what Sarin told himself anyway. A part of him hoped this was something fatal, as that would be a more preferable fate to being Iris' pet. But before he could think about it for too long, that heat which gripped him suddenly began to fade. He let out a gasp and then sat up in his bed, confused as to why it was over.

But it wasn't over. It just moved. And where did it move?

“H-huh? Ohh... nnghh...! Wh-what!? Ow... owwwwww...! Aaaaaahh~"

Pain! Sarin felt pain! But it wasn't on his chest, or in his head, or in his stomach! It was somewhere... lower. It was somewhere between his legs.

Gritting his teeth, the elven prince gripped his blankets tight. Right there at his pelvis, a noticeable lump had formed. It doesn't really take a warlock to know what he was sporting beneath these blankets! But, no, that can't be it! There had to be another explanation for this, right? Right!? Maybe this was something else?

Heh... yeah right!

Sarin pulled aside his blankets.

Fwump!

And revealed his thick, throbbing, cock!

It stood long, thick and proud; less like a penis, and more like a spear! Veins ran up and down its sides, while the head was bright and red! Precum oozed from the slit in the middle, glistening in the crimson light of the red moon through his windows. Even his balls seemed to be twice as large as they once were!

So much blood was pumping through his member, which explained why he was in pain! Despite his species, Sarin's no prude; he's been aroused before. But this? This!? This wasn't normal arousal! This was sheer lust! And it pained him!

“Wh-what is wrong with me...?" Sarin groaned before throwing his head back and arching his body upwards, “I just can't... aaaahh~!"

His sharp moans filled the air around, shamelessly bouncing off the walls of his bedroom as his thick member bounced between his legs. The heat and pain he felt only seemed to grow stronger with every passing second, making him glare at his throbbing manhood. And... by the gods... did it look even bigger!?

What was wrong with him!?

This had to be Iris' doing! But when? He only came here, ate dinner, and... wait... WAIT! The dinner! It had to be the dinner! Whatever she fed him caused all this heat to rush through his body, and now his cock was this incredibly huge! It pulsated, it throbbed, it pained him; he needed relief! He needed... release.

And he knew how to do it.

Grip! Fwapfwapfwapfwapfwapfwapfwap!

No hesitation! No build up! Nothing like that! The moment Sarin's hand wrapped around his cock, he began thrusting his palm violently along his manhood. There was no style, no rhythm! He merely masturbated with the fury equivalent to a prepubescent boy who's just learned the joys of self-pleasure.

And it felt amaaaaaazzziiinnnng!

“Grrraaaahhhaahaahhaa~~~!"

Mouth splitting open, Sarin shuddered as he fell back into his bed. Pleasure roared through his form, making him quake and quiver, while his cock throbbed furiously in his sweaty hand. Precum built up through his member, leaked through the tip, and splattering upon his hand. And the more he beat off, the more that precum oozed throughout his cock.

Sarin's dick was so sensitive, he could feel every ridge, every fold of his hand. It brought out more furious groans from him having this level of precision in his sense of touch. The pleasure was almost maddening! And his balls too! They jostled and jiggled beneath him, feeling so much larger, so much fuller than they've ever been in his life!

But no matter how much Sarin beat off, and no matter how hard he beat off, the pleasure never stopped. He just couldn't bring himself to that blissful high of a much-needed climax! He always came close and he sat on the edge, but never fell over it. It was frustrating, causing him to clinch his face as all this masturbation – no matter how hard he did it – only amounted to edging on his own end.

But why? Why couldn't he cum? Why was it outpacing him?

Closing his eyes, the elven prince curled into a ball as both hands wrapped around his dick. More and more he pumped himself off, hoping – praying – that this relief finally reached him. And for a few moments too long, it continued to ignore him. But then...

She appeared in his mind.

Demon Queen Iris. In the void of his closed eyes, he perfectly imagined the tyrant in all of her erotic and powerful beauty. Her stunning height, her luscious curves, her vibrant purple hair, and her burning red eyes; he imagined all of it. He also imagined the touch of her body. How smooth and gentle she was, even when carrying him around. The incredible and busty size of her bosom, which cradled his head so perfectly. The warmth her body emanated which only made him want to hug her more. And that delicious scent of cinnamon which even now tickled his nose with desire.

Sarin's thumping hand slowed down in tempo, but did not fall in power. Groaning into the mattress beneath him, his imagination continued bombarding him with images of Iris. Her clothing was so lewd for a ruler. It exposed so much skin! Her shoulders, her hips, her thighs, and of course, her amazing chest!

By the gods, what did her breasts feel like? He felt it momentarily when he rested his chin on her firm chest, but that's all it was; a mere teasing of the true glory that is her bosom. What would it feel like to touch her chest directly? To squeeze his sweaty palms upon her breasts. To pull down her corset and reveal her bosom in full. What shade were her nipples? Dark, no doubt. And... hnmm... they'd probably look amazing. All hard and stiff... glistening with sweat... and with that cinnamon scent flowing off of them, oooh... he'd be driven to place his mouth to her nipple.

Would she let him? Would she let her pet gleefully suckle from her hard nipple? Maybe if he was a good boy. She already made him eat dinner nude, and she clearly had no qualms flaunting her body, so was it a stretch to say she'd let him be lewd with her? He doubted she was a prudish sort.

If given the chance, he wouldn't waste his moment. He'd glide his hand along her hips and thighs, feel up her sides and curves, explore her shoulders and arms, and of course, grope those tits he was so blatantly enamored with.

“Aaaah~~~"

Maybe... maybe being a pet wouldn't be so bad. If Iris continued being the kind owner she had proven herself to be thus far, feeding him such delicious food, and touching him so gently, maybe this wouldn't be so difficult. He just needed to... be a good boy.

“Haaaah~!"

Yes, that's it! He needed to be a good boy! He needed to be Iris' good boy! Coming to realization with this sent rushing waves of pleasure throughout Sarin's body! He envisioned the Demon Queen's smile, he felt her hand clutch his cheek and ruffle his hair, he felt her brush along his body, and he felt himself being lifted into her awaiting arms!

But why stop there? Why not marvel at all aspects of her body? Her horns were marvelous too! So smooth and pointed; he had no doubts they could penetrate even the mightiest of steel with ease. And what of her tail? It was long and thick, and capable of lifting things – like him – with ease.

How would it feel to brush his hands along these appendages? To trace his hands along her horns and tail, marveling at their unique physiology. Horns and tails were out of the ordinary for the people of Ravenhold. So, would Iris let him explore it to his leisure? He was to be her pet, right? And his pets were often cats. He could mirror his cats in these regards.

Brushing, stroking, climbing.

Just think about it. Resting on Iris' lap, feeling her fingers stroke upon his body. It would be reassuring, soothing, and he'd no doubt melt against her. Her hands would stroke along his hip, his legs, reach around into his inner thigh, and then--

“Hrrrrk~!?"

She'd grip his cock! Yes! She'd hold it tight in her hands! And then she looked down upon her, locking her red eyes upon his blue eyes. And with that smile on her lips, she'd jerk his manhood off; back and forth, at this lovely, steady tempo. Her flawless hand would handle his cock with ease, giving him a level of pleasure he's never felt anywhere else. Certainly not from his own hand.

“Haaah~! Haaah! Oooooh! Nhhhhhhh~~~!"

More... more! Please, he needed this! He yearned for this! He needed Iris' body! To recline against her, to feel her hand against his supple flesh, and to hear her voice trickle into his ear. Then and only then could he reach that relief, that nirvana of--

“AAAHHH ~~~!? AH~! AH! AAAHHHNNN~~~!"

SPUIRRRT! SPLURRT! SPURRRRT!!!

There it was; euphoria.

From his cock, Sarin unleashed his pearly-white seed all over the bed and mattress beneath him. It shot out in spreading ropes, like the webbing of a spider, and quickly soaked itself into his cushions and blankets. What took so excruciatingly long to trigger was over in a flash, and it left him panting in the bed for breath. His pungent odor filled the air, smelling of sexual desire... and shame.

Oh, yes, that post-nut clarity. It swallowed Sarin whole, reminding him of what he'd just done. And what he did was oh so terrible.

Why? Why to the gods above did he masturbate to Iris of all people? What could possibly be going through his mind that led him to do something so... heinous!? She took him as her spoils of war, claiming him as her pet! What? Was this Stockholm syndrome at play? He thought it would take longer than that...

But, no, he was no idiot. He knew these thoughts weren't normal, and that they had been brought on by something else. And that something else was the heat which ran through his body... the heat which began rising once again.

Astonished, Sarin sat on his butt and spread his legs, gazing down towards his pelvis. And there, steadily building back to life was his penis. Despite just climaxing, his manhood was already returning to max vitality, as if his refractory period was nothing more than words.

“How is this...?" Sarin whimpered as he touched his cock, “Ah~! It's so sensitive...! Nnnhh~"

Shaking his head, he watched as his dick continued rising and rising. What was going on with his body to cause this? It didn't take him long to figure it out.

“The food," he said aloud, his eyes wide, “It's... must have been the food!"

Gritting his teeth, Sarin glared at his dick, wondering what exactly was in that food to trigger this reaction from him. And – more importantly – did Iris do this to him specifically? Was something in the food which made his body so damn hot? It had to have been! It had to!

It had to...

Eeeeaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrkkk...!

Thuuddddd...!

Sarin's ears twitched and his body jolted upright. The door opened up? But why? Turning around, he faced the entrance where--

“Sarin...?"

“I-Iris!?"

She was there.

Leaning against the door frame, her hair tied back into a ponytail, was Demon Queen Iris. Gone was the elegant – though lewd – dress she wore around the castle. Replacing it was a robe. It was elegant, long, and pooled at her feet like a puddle. Running between shades of purple, red, and black, it shimmered in the crimson light that pierced through Sarin's window. The robe was tied tight around her midsection, flaunting her statuesque figure and trim waistline. At the top, the middle of it was open to expose her cleavage. Likewise for the bottom, which was split to flaunt her legs. In some strange way, her attire was both less and more revealing than what she was wearing before.

A sultry smile on her divine lips, Iris slowly approached Sarin on the bed. The elven prince was so stunned by her appearance, that he forgot the very important fact that his body was sweaty and his cock was hard! It stood between his legs like a mighty spire of lust, and desperately needed that relief! When he did realize that his erection was exposed before the unflinching red eyes of the Demon Queen, Sarin quickly pulled his blankets over in a failed attempt to cover himself.

“Iris!" he groaned whilst looking away, a furious blush of embarrassment adorning his cheeks., “Wh-what are you doing here!?"

“Fufufufufu... I am only here to check up on you," she answered, “And... sniff sniff... oh dear... I wasn't a moment too soon."

Gritting his teeth, Sarin looked back, watching as Iris slowly started walking towards him. Her ever step echoed off the walls, while her hips swayed elegantly left to right. It made her body impossible to look away from, and sent that heat rushing throughout his body once again. Wait... that heat!

“You... you did something to me!" Sarin shouted as he pointed at Iris.

“Hm? And what is that?" she asked, not even flinching at his accusation as she continued approaching him.

“Wh-what do you mean? You should know!" he said whilst pulling his blankets up to further obscure his body, “I... aaah... I'm all hot and... hnng... it's going straight to my... my... my..."

“Your... what, exactly?" she asked in this knowing manner, further causing him to groan.

“My penis!" he shouted whilst pulling aside his blankets, “L-look at what you've done to me!"

His covers removed, Sarin's cock was exposed to Iris' unflinching eyes. It stood long and proud, as if he hadn't just furiously beat it to completion mere moments ago. Veins ran along it like splintering glass, and precum oozed endlessly from its throbbing tip. Seeing it garnered an amused gasp from Iris' lips, followed by teasing giggles which filled the air. She even bent over, giving her a better view of his cock, while also offering a view of her deep, plunging cleavage. Sarin blushed in embarrassment and frustration.

“What did you do to me?" he asked.

“My oh my~" was Iris' response, “Fufufufufufufu! It's so big, Sarin. Fufufufufu! Is this normal for you?"

“N-normal!?" he snapped back, “No! This is not 'normal'! This is abnormal to the extreme degree! My manhood has... has..." he looked down with gritted teeth, “It hurts. It's so sensitive, and it throbs, and it burns, and it hurts!"

“Hmm... is that so..." said the Demon Queen as she placed her fingers on her chin, “Yes... this is expected behavior."

“'Expected'!?" Sarin repeated, “S-so you did do this? This is your doing!"

“Fufufufufufu! No. Well... not exactly," Iris replied with a shake of her head, “You've never had demonic food before. This is typical of those who have food of demonic origins for the first time. An increase in blood rate, vitality... and vigor. Fufufufufu... particularly of the sexual kind."

“Wh... what!?" he shook his head, “N-no! This... this cannot be typical! You... you had to have done this to me!"

“Why would I do that?" she asked whilst smirking at him, “For the fun of it?"

“Y-yes!" he answered, “You clearly enjoy humiliating me! Why else did you parade me around your castle in the nude? I..." he looked away, “Haah...! So demeaning!"

“Well... fufufu... I suppose you're not wrong," said Iris as reached over.

Gently, her hand began stroking along his cheek and chin, rubbing him like how one would rub their dog. And, oh, did her touch feel so incredible! Despite his frustration and confusion, Iris' touch was still soothing, causing his body to relax, if ever so slightly. He even shuddered and--

“Aaah~"

Moaned.

But then – as if realizing his mistake – Sarin quickly tensed up. Iris grinned at him.

“I assure you, Sarin, I did not affect your food in any way," said the Demon Queen, “If I did, I would be affected too, would I not? We ate the same meal. I even fed you from the same spoon I used."

“I...!? Nnghh!"

Sarin flinched. She was right; they did eat the same meal, even ate from the same utensils! But as he looked at Iris, he didn't see her turn flush with arousal! She looked at him with this smile on her lips, and this red glow in her burning eyes. Her hand was nothing but calming to the touch, and her words were like honey. No matter how hard he tried to be indignant – and he was really trying to be indignant – Iris was capable of working his defenses down.

“If you'd like..." whispered the Demon Queen into his ears, “I could help you overcome this infliction. It will do well to aid you in acclimating to Mordredus, and Daemonium as a whole."

“I--!" was all he could eek out.

Flowing out of her mouth and into his ears, was Iris' steaming hot breath. It made Sarin twitch, and caused his body to shudder. Desperately, he bit into his bottom lip, trying with all his might to stifle the moan of pleasure that threatened to come out.

“Aaaah~"

It didn't work.

“Fufufufufufu!"

The sound of Iris' elegant and – admittedly – erotic laughter, brought Sarin back down to reality. He was resting on his bed with the queen of demons standing before him, offering him relief from his infliction. Any man with half a brain would know how stupid an idea this was. But on the other hand, well, he was already in her clutches. Regardless of what he did or didn't do, he would be Iris' pet.

So...

“Y... you're... hnnngh... you're not lying... are you...?" asked Sarin.

Iris cocked her head at him, giving this warm, reassuring smile that made his chest puff up. Then she reached up, where she gripped the elegant clips that kept her hair in a ponytail, and pulled them out.

Fwwuummp!

Long luscious lavender locks fell down, pooling upon Iris' body like a waterfall of purple. And with those bangs falling over the left side of her face, her elegance and beauty as a regal queen was magnified.

“I wouldn't lie to you, Sarin," whispered Iris, “You're my pet. Fufufufufu~ what pleasure would an owner get by lying to their pet?" reaching over, she began brushing her hand along his sweaty chest, causing him to quiver, “You see... this is all you as a pet need to worry about, Sarin: Just give me – and only me – all of your love. Be happy. Be stupid. Be ignorant to the world outside of these walls," reaching down, she fully pulled aside the covers on his body, revealing his faded spunk from his earlier climax, “You are my cute little pet! Fufufufufufu! And me? Fufu... I'm your Momma Iris..."

“Momma... Iris...?" he whispered.

Clinch!

“Aaahhh~~~!"

Sarin's eyes swelled, and his mouth split wide as a cry of ecstasy left his warbling lips. Iris' smooth, flawless, perfect hand, wrapped around his hot, throbbing, burly cock, where she gently began stroking it. Back and forth, her hand pumped along his length, letting him feel every inch of her erotic palm. She handled him far, far better than how he handled himself earlier. Her hand didn't travel along his cock with speed and ferocity, but instead with restrained movements.

A twist here, a swivel there; Iris used centuries of sexual knowledge on the elf beneath her, making his body buck and twitch. Clutching upon her arm, Sarin let his shameless moans fill the bedroom around them. He could feel every slide, every stroke, every roll of her hand, and it all made his brain howl with pleasure! Clawing at the Demon Queen, he dove his face into her shoulder, moaning into her body, while his hips began thrusting forward.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

Sarin's cock may have been big and burly, but his body was not. He had a frame typical of an elf his age and stature. And yet, his hips still shot up with all the strength he could muster, thrusting through Iris' hand like it was a sex toy. Sweat splattered about from his steaming body, while the Demon Queen cocked her head and gave a subtle gasp of awe.

“Fufufufufufu! So randy of you, Sarin," She whispered into his ear, “Does my hand feel that good?"

“Amaaazinnngggghhh~!" he cried back as his hands dove into her robes, “Youh fheeel amaaaazzinnnggghhaaaaahh~~~!"

“Fufufufufu... I'm happy to hear it."

In a mad dash to brace himself against her body, Sarin's hands reached beneath her robes, clutching upon her flesh beneath. Iris did not fight him off, instead giggling. That sound bounced about in the elven prince's ears, drawing groans from his lips as his hands pulled back.

Swwiishh!

“GAH!?"

Sarin pulled back. There before him, in all of its nude glory, was Iris' body. Her robes had been pulled aside, revealing the erotic shape of her powerful form. Those curvy hips, her narrow waist, and above all, her grand, glorious, busty breasts. He'd seen it all day being cradled by her corset, but this was different from before.

As with all corsets, there was a bit of lift when it came to cupping Iris' bosom. But only a bit. As if in stark opposition to the weight and pull of gravity, Iris' glorious breasts of godlike proportions, stood tall all on their own. They were like a perky set of B-Cups, but they were far larger than that. Then... were they I-Cups? No. J-Cups? No. K-Cups? Maybe they were even larger than that!?

Their curves and contours were unlike anything Sarin had ever seen before. They were like teardrops in their shape, with hard nipples, an elegant curvature, and puffy areola. And just as Sarin imagined, her nipples were this darker shade of color, matching with her tanned skin tone.

They were simply perfect. The perfect bosom for a woman of her stature in life. The perfect bosom for a perfect demon.

“Do you want to touch me?" Iris whispered, making Sarin's eyes double in size, “Go ahead!" pulling back her free hand, she stroked it upon her chest in a flaunting manner, “Fufufufufu~ touch them~" Grab! “Ah~! Fufufufufufu~!"

Oh... so fucking firm.

Sarin may have been a dainty elf, but that didn't mean his touches were weak. He was raised to be a future king of Ravenhold, and was given appropriate training to become one. That includes mastery of certain martial arts and swordplay, like fencing. So while his body may be small, and his overall strength may be a drop of water compared to the vast ocean that is Iris, he still had this surprising strength in his hands. And he was using that strength to grope Iris' tits as hard as he could!

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Sarin's fingers squeezed and kneaded upon the Demon Queen's perfect breasts. They were firm and heavy, feeling like pliable stones with smooth, flawless skin. The more he touched them - the more his hands ran along their sides, cupped them from the bottom, and palmed her nipples - the more he grew enthralled with her frame.

“Uh-huh... fufufufufu~ go ahead, keep touching me~" Iris whispered, offering more of her bosom to Sarin as she pushed out her chest.

“Haaahh~ Aaahh~ haaannn~~ I-Iris," he whimpered, to which the Demon Queen shook her head.

“Nuh-uh-uh! Not 'Iris'," she said whilst poking him on the nose, “It's Momma Iris. Or even Mommy Iris if you want to be so cute. Fufufufufu!" she rubbed his cheek, “Now come on, come closer~"

Pulling her hand away from his cheek, Iris brought it to her bosom and clutched herself at her side. Gently she kneaded her own bosom, making it appear more pronounced as she began pushing it towards his awaiting face. Sarin, immobile, watched as her tit came closer and closer until--

“Nnnghh~"

It brushed against his face; the firm, flawless bosom of the Demon Queen was brushing against his face. Blue eyes widening, the elven prince locked his eyes on her hard, perky nipple, and his erotic imagination became reality. His mouth opened wide...

“Nmmmmph!"

Flavor. Sweet, delicious, spicy, flavor. It danced on Sarin's mouth, drawing a moan from him as he gripped tighter upon the Demon Queen's body. Without hesitation, the elven prince began suckling from her teat like he was a newborn babe. And... ah... this triggered something primal within him. He gripped tighter upon Iris' firm bosom, squeezing it in his hand as his tongue licked and lapped at her nipple and areola.

The scent of cinnamon was stronger now, mixing with the taste of her tits. They combined together, drugging Sarin on Iris' body, and making him desire her more and more and more! He licked her, he sucked from her, and he bit on her nipple as hard as he could, feeling her body bend with his desires. For as firm as her tits were – and they were firm – they carried with them this level of flexibility that let him bend them, sway them, toy with them as much as and as hard as his desires drove him.

And Iris let him. She giggled, she chuckled, she moaned, but she never stopped him, never controlled him. Bringing over her free hand, she instead cupped his head, nuzzling him closer to her bosom. At the same time, her tail slithered around his waist, squeezing him against her taut, amazonian form.

Her other hand however...

Stroke! Fwap! Plap!

Iris' erotic skill continued to make itself known. Her hand ran along his dick, turning this way, twisting that way, rubbing his glands with the inner part of her thumb and index finger, even grinding the head of his dick with her palm. All of this worked in tandem to bring Sarin to the edge of pleasure.

And then keep him there.

Proving her ability, Iris so easily took hold over the elven prince's body. He continued suckling from her tits like he could draw milk, and even thrusted his hips upwards. Fucking the Demon Queen's hand, he tried so damn hard to bring himself to climax, but he didn't realize that it wasn't in his control to cum or not. It was Iris who dictated when he came, and how he came.

And she knew this. And she indulged in this.

“Nuh-uh-uh! Not yet, Sarin," Iris playfully scolded whilst pushing more of her tit into his mouth, “Momma Iris will let you cum when Momma Iris lets you cum! Fufufufufu! So enjoy the feeling. Be stupid."

Be stupid. If there was ever a moment in Sarin's life when he was ever 'stupid', it was right now. As the pleasure he endured began overwhelming his mind, he truly feared he'd become an idiot by the time this was all over. But he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't even slow himself down! He was hanging over this pit, and Iris decided when he fell into it.

Iris decided...

She continued on this nursing handjob for what felt like an eternity. Stroking Sarin's cock off, keeping him on the edge of ecstasy, while clutching her bosom closer, letting him suckle and slurp to his heart's content. His spit creased down the curvature of Iris' bosom as his sucking grew sloppier and sloppier with every passing second.

“Look at you! Sucking so desperately~" Iris cooed, her voice flowing into his ears, “Aaah~ feels so rough and desperate. What? Are you afraid you'll die if you don't suck any harder? Fufufufufu~ you're so cute, Sarin."

Running her eyes down his lithe body, she stared at his throbbing cock. All of that demonic food had collected right there; between his legs. Its length and size were far greater than usual, and it moved so furiously within her hand! It must have been so painful to handle!

Pulling back her hand, Iris watched as Sarin's precum oozed down her fingers in thick and glistening strands. Without the feeling of her stroking his cock off, the elven prince stopped his suckling and looked up, gazing upon the Demon Queen's face. For a few moments, she marveled at the sight of his fluids streaking down her digits. And then she--

Slick! Slrrrp! Slucck!

“Aaah!?"

To Sarin's shock and awe, Iris casually licked her fingers clean of his precum. What once was lathered with his dick-juice, was now lathered with spittle, as the Demon Queen completely cleaned off her fingers. Her serpentine tongue whipped about in the air, dancing momentarily, before sliding back into her mouth. And she smiled.

“Fufufufu~ so good, Sarin," she said.

“It... still hurts," said the elven prince, making Iris cock her head, “I... I masturbated before, but... it did nothing."

“Fufufufu! Oh, I know," she replied, “I can smell it in the air. The room is funky with your aroused odor. It's almost sickening! Fufufufufufu! But I like it. I like this smell, you horny boy you."

He gritted his teeth as her pointed and powerful words jabbed at his very being. There was this teasing, taunting tone in her voice, and when she reached over, she clutched his face in a very belittling manner. Gripping his cheeks, Iris slightly pulled them apart, making him groan, while she laughed at his minute suffering.

“Aren't you housebroken?" she asked like he was some animal, “Beating off in the bed like you are. Fufufufufu! You're like a beast in heat, Sarin! Are you going to rut everything in sight? You should learn to handle that! Fufufufu!"

“I...! I...!" was all he could eek out.

While it is true he did shamelessly masturbate in his given bed, what else was he supposed to do? He needed relief, and that was the only way to get it! It was her fault since her food triggered this reaction out of him!

Clinch!

“Ahh~!?" Sarin gasped as Iris' hand again fell on his sensitive cock.

“Fufufufufu! I'm just teasing!" said the Demon Queen, sensing his distraught temperament, “You shouldn't be ashamed of what you've done. You just need proper training is all. Fufufufu~! Whenever you feel like this... whenever..." her eyes slid into glares, “Just come to me. I'll handle your lusts whenever they flare up."

“When... ever...?" he mumbled, to which Iris nodded.

“Mm-hm! Fufufu! Remember! You have such a kind owner. Here... let me prove it to you."

Pulling away from Sarin, Iris leaned up on his bed where she stretched her arms out. He watched as she flaunted the perfect posture of her body... up until she fell back into the bed beneath her.

Fwump!

“Aaaah...! Much better," said Iris, before looking over at Sarin with a sultry smile on her lips, “Come on, Sarin. Right here... sit right..." Pat, “Here..."

That area she was coaxing him towards was her stomach... her toned, powerful stomach, one that was layered with abs. Sarin tensed up as he watched her hand tap her belly, both attracted to her statuesque body, while at the same time confused. Did she really want him to sit there? Well...

“Go ahead. Fufufufu! Don't worry, I can take it," said Iris.

Sarin remained hesitant, but then swallowed his spit and nodded.

Slowly he mounted Iris' body, sitting his butt right on her stomach. His legs sat at her side, while her strong, firm body gave him a comfortable lift. He easily fitted on her body due to his small stature compared to her stunning height.

But... why did she want him to sit here? Looking down upon her, Sarin came face to face with Iris' smirking lips. But it did not take him long to draw his eyes down towards her glorious bust. Her breasts were right here, right in front of him, rising and lowering with her every breath. Sweat oozing down his form, the elven prince was again drawn to her bosom, while his cock twitched between his legs.

“Right here," Iris said as she gripped her tits and started pushing them together, “See that gap between my breasts? Fufufufu~ push it right... here..."

The gap between her breasts?

Drawing his gaze down, Sarin saw that gap. As Iris pressed her tits together, she created a tight little space that something phallic could push through. It was like a little tunnel of sweaty pleasure, one that was just begging to be filled. Seeing it told Sarin all he needed to know.

He looked down, gazing at his pulsating cock. Gripping it by the base, he pressed it up against the tight gap between Iris' tits. The mere touch of her smooth bosom against his throbbing cock sent immediate shivers down the elf's spine. His ears even twitched, and a gasp left his drooling maw. Was he really this hungry with desire?

Another brush of his cock sent another jolt down his spine. These tits… these amazing tits! He was going to fuck these amazing tits of hers! With that single thought coursing through his mind, Sarin pushed his dick forward and--

SLIIIIIIIIDDDDDDEEEEE!!!

“AAAHHHAAAAH~~!?"

Euphoria.

Sarin's turgid dick pushed through the gap that is Iris' tits, sending waves of ecstasy throughout his form. The Demon Queen's firm, busty breasts, her smooth skin, and the furnace-like heat which burned from within, created this perfect pathway of pleasure which cradled his cock. The elven prince groaned as he pushed his long, thick dick as deep into her valley of tits as he could. And then--

Plap!

His hips pressed against her tits.

For a few moments, all Sarin did was sit there, indulging in the touch of her bosom. Placing his hands down on her chest, he gripped upon her bosom, squeezing it even tighter around his cock. Iris – giggling – also squeezed on her bosom, applying a stronger amount of pressure around his member.

“This is..." whimpered Sarin, his voice trailing off.

“Amazing? Perfect?" Iris replied, “Fufufufu~ don't think about it too hard, Sarin. Just..." her eyes slid into glares, “Thrust..."

“Thrust...?"

“Mm-hm! Just thrust! Thrust with these hips of yours. Thrust like the horny little animal you are!"

Yes, that's it. He didn't need to think about anything, did he? He wasn't a prince anymore, so being called a horny animal didn't hurt as much. He just needed to thrust, to lose himself in the pleasure of her body. He gritted his teeth...

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“HAAAAH ~~~!? AAAAHH~~~! HAAAAAHHHNNN~~~!?"

BY THE GODS!!!

With his every thrust, Sarin's flat hips pounded against Iris' tits, making them quake. The sordid and sinful sounds of their bodies bounced back into his ears, along with splatters of sweat. Thrust after thrust, impact after impact, all of which triggered so much pleasure in the elven prince's body. Iris' tits squeezed and rubbed at his dick, running along his glands, his shaft, his veins, his everything! Never, never ever ever, could he imagine something sordid as thrusting his cock through a woman's cleavage, would feel so euphoric!

“HAAH~! AAH~! HAAAAHH ~~~! I-IRRRRRIIISSSSSS~~~!" he howled as his back arched and his mouth split open.

“Fufufufu... do you like it?" asked Iris as she leaned her cheek on her fist at her side, “Fufufufufu~ you're thrusting so hard, Sarin..." she looked down, “Look at your pathetic cock. It's so desperate to cum."

The head of his dick constantly poked through the valley that is her tits. Again and again, she watched as it glistened from a mixture of sweat and precum, which splattered over her chest and neck. Giggling, she then looked up towards the elven prince above her, watching as he desperately sought that explosive climax which had been denied him for so long.

But even now, even with him mounting her body and fucking her tits with his needy cock, it still wasn't his choice to decide when he came. It was Iris' choice. It was always Iris' choice! He could fuck her breasts for hours upon hours on end, and never reach that blissful climax! Not until the Demon Queen – his owner – gave him the right to cum.

It showed on his face; the confusion and the desperate need to reach that explosion. Looking down at Iris, he read the smirk on her lips, while his hips continued thrusting in and out of her breasts. The Demon Queen indulged in his desperation, smiling from cheek to cheek as her red eyes leered at him.

“I ~~! I~~!" was all he could say.

“Hm? Is something wrong?" asked Iris with her teasing, taunting, knowing tone.

“Cuuuuuuuummm ~~~!" he cried out, “I need to cuuuuuuummm~~~!"

“Ooooooh! That's what's wrong!" she said playfully, “Fufufufufufu! If that's it, then why don't you cum, Sarin?" reclining on his bed, she rested her hands beneath her head, “Don't worry; just cum whenever you like!"

“I...! I caaaannnn'ttttt~~!" he groaned, “Aaaaah~! Haaah~! I-Irriiissssss!!!"

“Fufufufu... you can't?" she repeated, “Well... that's quite the conundrum... hmm..." she then took a thoughtful pose, her head swaying from left to right, “Let's seee... oh! Fufufufufu!" then a smirk spread on her lips, “You can't cum because I won't let you cum, is that it? Fufufu... but you already know that."

“Nnngghh ~~! Hhhhhggg~~! I-Irrriiisssss~~~!"

“If you want to cum..." her eyes tightened around him, “Then beg."

Beg? Beg! An elven prince does not beg! An elven pet on the other hand...

“Please...! PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME CUM!" he cried out, “MOMMA IRIS! MMOMMMAAA IIIRRRRIISSSS!!!"

“Fufufufufufufufu!" she gripped her tits, squeezing them over his dick, “Cum..."

“AH~~~!?"

SPLURRRRRRRRRRT!!! SPLURRT! SPURRT! SPUUIIRRRTTT! SPLURRRRRRRRRRTTT!!!

With the fury of an erupting volcano, Sarin unleashed blast after blast of jizz all over Iris' chest, neck and face. It wasn't just one blast, it was several! And they were all so damn thick, so damn copious! From his cock, he launched ropes of seed which spread out and splattered upon the Demon Queen, marring her tan skin white with jizz.

Hot... spicy... fragrant... jizz!

It oozed upon Iris's neck, slathered upon her face, and collected between her tits. The erotic and elegant queen of demons could easily be thought of as a vivacious whore if one were to look at her now. All the while, Sarin's toes curled and his grip grew tight, holding onto her for dear life... before relaxing and falling back.

Swhap!

His cock flicked out of Iris' spent tits, flinging cum about which charted another line on her face. He was far too overwhelmed with ecstasy to notice his handiwork however, and laid there gasping for breath as his mind struggled to catch up with himself. The pleasure was still gripping him, overwhelming him, Iris meanwhile...

The Demon Queen slowly raised up, causing Sarin to flop to the side. Still gasping for breath, he looked up at Iris, watching as his cum oozed down her face and chest like a sweet treat. She smiled at him, then brought over one of her fingers to swipe some cum off of her tits. Bringing the digit up, she poked it into her mouth, and swallowed it down.

“Nmmmph~ mmmm... hmmm... Pop! Aaah~ so flavorful. A true delicacy," said Iris as she looked down upon Sarin and his warbling face.

The elven prince panted, watching as Iris continued to savor his taste. More and more cum she swiped up, swallowing it down, and causing this faint glow to appear on her body. It resonated a pink color, and gently flowed off of her like an aura. Being magically inclined as an elf, he could see that aura. Maybe – maybe – if he were human, he wouldn't be able to see the aura, let alone feel it.

But he could. It was sweet like honey. It was warm like a gentle flame. It was softer than any blanket. Simply put...

It felt good.

Slowly, he reached over for Iris, placing his hand on her thigh... and then dragging his hand up to her chest. The aura Iris gave off began to hover around his hand. He tried to catch it, but it became clear to him that this was just the embers. The true flame of her power – the raging blaze within – was boundless.

“Iris..." whispered Sarin as he tepidly looked up at her face, “What are you?"

The Demon Queen didn't answer. She leaned on her fist, and her smile grew longer. It was a devilish, sinister smile, one that sent rumbles down Sarin's spine. But it did not remain so for long. Reaching over, Iris gently stroked her hand along his cheek, and then gave him this cutesy, beaming smile.

“Easy! I'm your Momma!" she stated.

That wasn't the answer he wanted. That wasn't the answer he was looking for. But it was the answer he needed.

Looking down, Sarin closed his eyes, and then started snuggling against Iris' hand. It was soothing and gentle, yet held an incredible power deep within. With the greatest of ease, she could bring his life to a close at this moment... and there's nothing he could do to stop her.

Everything Sarin was – body and soul – no longer belonged to him. It belonged to Iris.

“Do you understand now?" asked Iris, to which he nodded.

“Yes. I..." he mumbled before taking in a deep deep breath... and holding Iris' hand close, “I understand..."

“Fufufufu... you're thinking too hard, Sarin," she said, her thumb stroking along his nose and lips, “Remember what I said before? All you need to do in life from now on, is to give me – and only me – all of your love. Don't you get it? You're not a prince anymore. You owe Ravenhold nothing. You are my pet! Fufufufufu! So be a good boy... and give Momma all of your love..."

His blue eyes opened, gazing upon Iris and the soft smile she had on her face. Those words she said swam about within his head, telling him everything he needed to know. She was right; this was his life now. He'd never see Ravenhold again, would he? And the sinister world outside the walls of Castle Mordredus, was not a world he wanted to be a part of. If he had to choose between suffering pointlessly, and living a luxurious life as Iris' pet, well...

He'd do his best.

So Sarin nodded.

“Fufufufufu! Good boy," Iris whispered, her fingers scratching at his chin.

Her touches sent thrilling shivers down Sarin's body, and when she pulled away, he was left wanting for more. Iris giggled, then sat up on the bed, allowing her robe to fall open all the more. She placed her hand on her chest... before sliding her fingers down her body, drawing Sarin's gaze along. Down... down... further down... he watched those fingers trail, before finally coming at a stop here.

Iris' pussy. It glistened between her legs, this lovely womanhood with a refined, elegant, erotic shape. The lips of it were toned and slick with her honey, and glowed a bright pink color. Her clit throbbed and twitched before his eyes, and from it, there oozed this sensual odor which caused his mouth to water.

And... ah... her pubic hairs. It was cut in this unique shape, being a triangle with perfect sides, with one point aiming towards her pussy.

Gently, Iris stroked her fingers along her cunt, groaning with a lustful desire. Eyes wide and mouth agape, Sarin could do nothing but breathlessly watched as the Demon Queen toyed with herself. She spread her folds apart, letting him gaze into the deep tunnel that was her cunt. Then she took her middle and index finger, and pushed both of them into her pussy.

Again, Sarin could do nothing but watch in awe as the Demon Queen pleasured herself. Her fingers would slid in and out of her pussy – again and again and again – before she pulled them out of herself with this lewd--

Shwip!

“Aaah~! Fufufufufufufufu!"

She flung her juices upon Sarin's face, making him flinch, and snapping him back to reality. Gazing up at Iris, he heard her giggle, before sticking her honey-soaked digits into her mouth, sucking them clean. The elf could only watch as the Demon Queen put on her lurid show, his own hungers continuing to build with each passing moment.

And then...

Pop!

Her fingers left her lips, and returned to her pussy.

“Down here~" she said, guiding his eyes back towards her awaiting cunt, “Drink the nectar of your queen. Fufufufufufu!"

Sarin moved forward.

“Yes... Momma Iris..."

And his head dropped down.

Placing his hands on Iris' thighs, he held them open for her so that he could make space for himself. Blue eyes sliding inward, he gazed at her beautiful pussy, watching it move ever so slightly. Its fragrance was even stronger now, filling into Sarin's nose, and drawing a moan of desire from his lips.

Time to feast!

“Nmmmph ~~~! Mmmmmmmm~~~"

“Fufufufufufufu~~~!"

His mouth latched down upon Iris' pussy where he hungrily and luridly began slurping it down. Did he have skill? No; he had none whatsoever. Did that diminish his dedication? Not in the slightest.

The moment Iris' taste fell on Sarin's tongue, the elf's body jolted like he'd been stunned by electricity. There were no words strong enough to describe what he was experiencing. This taste, this flavor, it all danced on his tongue, making him groan. It was sweet like sugar, but also sour like lemons, but also bitter like chocolate, but also spicy like sauce! It was all of these things mixed together to create something truly orgasmic!

This.. was Iris' honey, her nectar, her ambrosia!

And Sarin could not get enough of it!

He gripped hard on Iris' body, clinging to her desperately as his lips and tongue began feasting on her cunt! He kissed it, he licked it, he smeared her pussy upon his face, all in this frenetic mess one could generously describe as 'oral sex'.

Her clitoris specifically. Treating it like her nipple up above, Sarin wrapped his mouth around the hardened nub, and began suckling from it. It was so damn hard, and so damn tasty! Not really understanding this aspect of a woman's body, he bit upon her clit in his moment of primal lust.

“Oh~! Hah hah hah~~!"

That bite sent a jolt up Iris' spine... but you really wouldn't see it from her position. She remained relaxed, laying on the bed like the queen she was as her red eyes watched Sarin's green hair jerk one way, then the other. His oral skill was so desperate, like he'd tasted a drug he was instantly addicted to, and he needed to have more of it. Giggling, she reached down and gently placed her hand on his head. He was so entranced with her pussy, he didn't seem to notice.

My oh my... if only she had a cup of wine at the moment. That would really make this situation perfect. In fact...

Iris raised her hand, placing her thumb and middle finger together. And then she--

SNAP!!!

Sarin was so focused on eating out Iris' pussy, he didn't hear her snap her fingers. But that's okay; that wasn't meant for him. The snap of her fingers was calling someone else. And that someone else...

Thud!

“You called, my queen?"

At the doorway, wearing a maid's uniform, was a woman. She had a tall and lithe figure, with red hair, glasses on her face, and the long ears of a bunny rabbit. Entering the room, her gaze fell upon Demon Queen Iris, reclining casually in this big bed, while the (former) prince of Ravenhold dined on her pussy like he'd die without it.

Quite the arousing sight. And yet this maid remained professional as she stood before her queen.

“Caroline," said Iris casually as she tossed some hair over her shoulder, “I require a drink. Would you be kind enough to go and collect a bottle of wine from my cellar?"

“Is there anything specific you require, my queen?" asked the rabbit woman, to which Iris hummed to herself momentarily... before shaking her head.

“No. Why don't you pick? Our tastes often align," she said.

“Yes, my queen," said the maid with a bow.

“Mmmph ~~~! Mmmmmmmm~~~!"

Sarin hummed against Iris, giving a roaring moan which traveled through her pussy. Hearing this, Caroline's ears stood up on end. The Demon Queen meanwhile gave a laugh, before looking back down upon the elven prince's head.

“Hmmph... so hungry~" she remarked, before laxly waving her hand at her maid, “Run along, Caroline! I am really thirsty."

“Yes, my queen!"

The bunny woman bowed before her queen, before turning to quickly exit the room. This left Iris and Sarin alone yet again, with the elf pulling his face up from her pussy. Honey oozed down his face while he sat up, panting for breath with this lewd expression. He looked both lost and desperate, his lips again longing for Iris' pussy.

But before he could drop down again, the Demon Queen reached down and placed her palm on his cheek. Clutching him gently, she guided his blue eyes towards her red ones, making him look at her. And Sarin looked. He looked and looked and looked... and he got lost in those red eyes of hers. How they burned, how they glowed, how they called out to him. Entranced, the elven pet began crawling along Iris' body, mounting her as his face came closer and closer to her face.

“Momma Iris...?" he whispered, causing her to giggle.

“You elves... you're so weak of constitution," she whispered whilst placing her hand on his back, stroking him gently, “Nmmm... but you are a delicacy... fufufufu!" leaning in closer, she placed her nose to his, “I'm going to take all of you now. Nmmph..."

“Mmmmfff~"

Iris' lips pressed to Sarin's, taking him into a kiss. He groaned against her, his eyes rolling back... and then closing shut. Iris' superior skill quickly made itself known, as her serpentine tongue began stroking along his. He felt her coil around his tongue, before giving it strokes and squeezes which drew groans of lust from his mouth. Their shared taste danced between their mouths, making him rumble and groan as he pulled himself in closer.

This kiss was only a few moments long, but to Sarin, it was an eternity... an eternity that ended too soon.

Chu...

Their lips parted. And then...

Grab!

“Hnnnggh~~!"

Sarin's eyes grew.

Down between his legs, Iris had grabbed his cock again. He pulled back, gasping sharply, before looking down and watching as his owner gently stroked his cock. From the base to the tip, she stroked his manhood off, before flicking her fingers off his cock.

“Fufufufufufu! Now... let's finish this," she whispered, “Right here, Sarin. I know you're not a complete fool. Fufufufu~ I'm going to take over you now... completely. Body and soul."

Gripping his dick once again, Iris guided it down and pressed the head of it up against her toned folds. Sarin grunted, then groaned as he ground his cock against her smooth labia. All it would take was one push and he'd be all Iris'. If there was ever a moment to stop, it would be now. Maybe he could regain his dignity as the prince of Ravenhold. Maybe he could stop himself from being Iris' pet. Maybe he could stay away from that gilded cage.

Maybe...

Maybe...

“Sarin...?"

“Hm...?"

Iris smiled.

“Who's your Momma?"

His ears twitched, and his eyes widened.

“You are my Momma!"

Thrust!

That's all it took. One thrust, and Sarin's cock pushed as deep into Iris' pussy as it could go. There was no resistance, but that's not to say she was loose or anything close to that. Noooooo, quite the opposite. Iris was tight. Iris was strong. Iris had so much control over her body, that she allowed him to push inside of her with one thrust.

“GAA-HAAAAAHHH~~~!"

And it was euphoric!

Iris' strong, tight cunt, gripped hard on Sarin's dick. She clamped so hard on him, it was like her vaginal tunnel was molding itself to perfectly fit his cock! Then came the milking, as her pussy stroked along his member to draw the cum straight out of his balls!

Iris' womanhood was pure divinity. Nothing in his life, the next life, or his imagination, could ever compare to the feeling of her cunt wrapped around his cock. He gasped, shocked and stunned by what he was experiencing, before rolling his eyes back in ecstasy.

Sarin often imagined how his first time with a woman would be like, and what that woman would be like. Would she be a princess from another land? Perhaps one of the plenty female knights that serve in his army? Or maybe he'd have fallen in love with another politician in his land? Perhaps someone even more humble than that?

And what of their first time? Would it be passionate? Would it be awkward? Would it be fun? Would it be funny? Idle fantasies yes, but they've entertained him plenty of times throughout his life... particularly at night.

But this? This? This easily washed Sarin's mind completely of those thoughts. Who cares about those things when he had the glorious body of the Demon Queen before him?

Looking down, Sarin's eyes fell upon Iris'. The Demon Queen wore this impish smirk on her face, while her tail came slithering over. Softly, she brushed it along his cheeks and chin, causing his body to shudder. Her legs were spread for him, his cock buried into her pussy. Reaching down, he gripped her hips, and started pulling back with his own. And then--

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“HAAAAH ~~! AAAHH~~! HAAAHH~~~"

“Fufufufufufu!"

Sarin looked so pathetic. Sweat oozing down his body, his back arched and his mouth split wide, the elven pet slammed his cock in and out of Iris' cunt at an irregular pace. He was small, yes, but his cock was enhanced by all of that demonic food, meaning his impacts had some weight behind it. Not a lot, mind you, but enough! Enough weight to make her hair flutter. Enough weight to make her firm tits bounce. Enough weight to make Iris giggle.

The Demon Queen remained laying on the bed, grinning at Sarin as she watched him drown in the pleasure of sex. His hips were incredibly strong, thrusting and fucking and pounding with all the lusts of a horny little ape! Each thrust caused his turgid length to scrape along the walls of her pussy, drawing moans from her lips... and more of those regal laughs.

“Momma Iris!" Sarin cried, “Momma Iris Momma Iris Momma Iiirrrriiisss!"

“Fufufufufufufu!"

It was building again, and far quicker than it had before. His climax was rushing and roaring towards him, surging from his balls and through his cock! Every thrust made his mind quiver, as if he could actually feel it turn into mush. But he didn't stop! He couldn't stop! He kept fucking Iris, hoping beyond all hope that he'd reach that blissful climax!

But he had to remember; it was not his choice when he came. When he came was up to Iris and Iris alone. So no matter how hard he fucked her – and he fucked her hard – he just couldn't bring himself to cum! Was he scared of cumming without her permission? Or had she put some spell on him when he wasn't paying attention? Regardless, one thing was clear.

“Momma Iriisssss! Mommaaa Iirrrriiissss!!!"

“Hm? Something wrong?" she asked in a teasing manner, “Fufufufu! You have to speak up, Sarin! I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want!"

“I~! I~! I I I I I~~~! I want to cum!" he cried, “IwanttocumIwanttocumIwanttocum!!!"

“Fufufufufufufufufufu!"

“IwanttocumIwanttocumIwanttocum IwanttocumIwanttocumIwanttocumIwanttocum!!!"

“Fufufufufu...! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~~! Then..." she placed her hands on his cheeks, “Cum, Sarin! Cum! Cum cum cum!"

“AAAHH-HAAAAAHHHH~~~!"

GRRRK! GLLRRRRKKK! GRRRNNKKK!!!

“Oooohh~~!"

So thick! So copious! So extreme!

How many climaxes did he have today? Once by his own hand, and once by Iris' tits? And yet that didn't stop this new load from being so damn thick!

Back arched as he howled to the wind, Sarin unleashed the full contents of his balls deep into Iris' awaiting pussy. Bomb after bomb of jizz filled her up, flowing deep into her as he plastered her pink walls white with cum. And he remained still, incapable of moving from her body as he came more... and more... and MORE!

And Iris' pussy too tightened around his cock, squeezing him, milking him off for every bit of seed which was stored in his enlarged balls! The feeling of her constricting cunt helped to draw out her pet's climax even longer! It undulated, it squeezed, it stroked, it did everything in its power to make sure his orgasm was as long as it was strong! All the while, the Demon Queen shuddered, then she smiled, then she watched as Sarin locked up... and fell over...

Plap!

Right into her tits.

“Fufufufufufufufu!"

Reaching up, Iris palmed the back of Sarin's head as he laid in her chest. All of this sex for someone of his stature, drained him far quicker than anything he's ever done in his life. Even if he wanted to move – and he really wanted to move – he just couldn't. His body was limp, resting on Iris like she was a bed. And, really, she was a far superior bed than the actual bed he rested on.

“Ha! Haah! Aaah! Haaah!" he panted, while Iris' stroked her hand along his head in a soothing manner.

“Fufufufu... relax, Sarin," she whispered, “You've done well. Fufufu... nnghhaaa~"

He pulled on his hips softly, drawing his cock out of her pussy. Biting into her bottom lip, Iris groaned from the feeling, while Sarin continued panting for breath. His cock slipped out of her folds with this loud and lewd 'Schlop!', allowing the seed he poured into her to escape in these thick rivulets which drizzled upon the bed below.

Such an empowering feeling. The body – the seed – of an elf is truly a delicacy.

Thud!

The door opened up again.

“My queen? Your wine," said her maid, having returned with a red and gilded bottle in hand.

“Right, right. Pour me a cup, Caroline."

…

“Mmmph! Mmmm ~~! Hnnnmmmmfff~~~!"

“Fufufufufufu! Such a greedy, greedy boy! Fufufufufufufu!"

Naked. He was completely naked. Well, no, that's not 100% true. He was not completely naked... though one really has to stretch the definition of 'clothing' to include a collar in that list.

What day was it? What time was it? Such a trite, pointless question. He cared not for the day, and the only time that mattered to him was the time he had to eat, the time he had to bathe... and the time he had to spend with his Momma.

And that time? The time with his Momma? That was the best time of it all.

The royal throne room of Castle Mordredus was a hall as long as it was dripping with décor. To enter through it, one must push through massive doors too large for a mere mortal to ever move, let alone open. The floor was black with a red and gold rug stretching from the entrance, all the way to the distance. Pillars lined the rug, stretching up to the ceiling which hung high above, while at the same time leading one towards the staircase before them. And there, at the top of the stairs, resting before a window which exposes Daemonium's crimson sky, was the throne of Mordredus. It was a mighty chair, one that was colored red, lined with gold, and had a sinister scarlet diamond glowing at the top of it.

Sitting on the throne, her hands resting on its arm rests, was Demon Queen Iris. But she wasn't alone, for fitted in her arm like a puppy, was the former elven prince of Ravenhold. No... that was so long ago now, that the demons of the castle had long since forgotten his former post. Now, he was nothing more than Iris' favorite pet.

And her favorite pet was nuzzling her bosom.

Gripping tight, Sarin ground his face into her chest; kissing it, licking it, and lathering it with his affection. Iris laughed at his dedication, finding his adoration for her to be so--

“Cute...! Fufufufufufufufu!"

Her hand gently stroked along his head, nuzzling him in closer. Indulging in the body of his queen, Sarin hugged her close, and hummed against her chest. She was so hot, so big, so voluptuous, yet still so kind and tender to a stupid pet like him.

Yes, he was stupid. That's what his Momma told him, right? That he was stupid. That's all he needed to be. Be happy. Be stupid. Be ignorant to the world outside of these walls,

Be stupid.

Yeah, why be smart? Why not enjoy this gilded cage? He didn't have to worry about anything any more. He didn't need to care about any royal duties, didn't need to care about politics, didn't need to care about Ravenhold, didn't need to care about its people; he didn't need to care about anything.

Anyyyyyyttthhiiiiiinnngggg...

Be ignorant to the world outside of these walls.

That's easy! Because everything he could possibly want were inside these walls? Food? He had amazing food here! He had an amazing bed too! And here, he didn't need to worry about clothing, because he didn't wear any clothes! But above all, within the walls of Castle Mordredus, there was his Momma Iris. And Momma Iris deserved all of his attention, all of his love. And by being with Iris, that made him...

Ha... pp... y...