Cabael studied the tiny mortal who now stood before him. In the wavering glow of the solitary candle, she looked like a being of pure light who had descended to earth from the ethereal planes. Golden hair framing a face as smooth and fragile as porcelain and blue eyes that glittered like faceted jewels. The only part of her that didn’t look angelic was her mouth, full and lush and red with blood.
It was a mouth built for sin.
As for her body, it was mostly concealed beneath her relatively modest gown, but Cabael could guess at the shapely anatomy hiding beneath the cream-colored fabric--the swell of her ample breasts and the equally generous curvature of her fertile hips.
He would very much enjoy defiling her.
But in order to do that, he needed to get free of these accursed chains. Could the little wench be induced to remove the spell that kept them in place? It all depended on how desperate she was.
Considering that she had decided to return to this lair, Cabael guessed she must be quite desperate indeed.
She still had not answered his question, so he decided to prod her.
“Come now,” he said in a voice both soft and seductive. “There is no need to be shy, little thing. Tell me what it is that you desire.”
The mortal mustered her courage and spoke. “My kingdom is beset by invaders from a far off land. At this very moment they are outside the walls of this caste, preparing to make a siege.”
Her kingdom. And a moment before, she had introduced herself as Queen Jenevieve. That could only mean one thing.
King Ulrick was dead.
Cabael felt a hot needle of pain piercing his heart. It was not from sadness at the king’s death, but rather regret. For the past score of years, the demon had dreamed of the day when he would finally escape and exact his revenge on the pig who had imprisoned him here on the material plane. He had spent every moment of every day devising ever more painful and humiliating punishments for his enemy. But now that enemy had died, and Cabael’s dreams of revenge had died with him.
Then again, perhaps not.
Perhaps Cabael could transfer his vengeance to this little queen. She was certainly her father’s daughter. Cabael could see the striking resemblance in her features, in the shape of her high cheekbones, the elegant line of her nose, the shocking blue of her eyes. She was like Ulrick reborn in feminine form.
And wouldn’t it be fun to give his old enemy a good hard fucking? Oh yes, he would delight in the little queen’s screams of agony as he dominated her with his cock. He would savor her tears of pain and humiliation as he rutted her into submission.
But he was getting ahead of himself again.
First and foremost, he needed to get himself free. And that meant earning the woman’s trust.
“I see,” Cabael said. “So, you want me to rid you of these invaders.”
The queen pressed her lips together and nodded.
Cabael paused for a moment, pretending to think, then he let out a long sigh, taking care to suppress the wicked smile that wanted to spread across his face.
"Very well, woman. I shall help you. But there will be a price..."