Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 655: Such Power

Do note that from whence forth, this flashback takes a gory, dark and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen.

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Azula’s gaze fixated on her target, a Fae who seemed to be in charge of patrolling this part of the territory. She observed him from a distance, assessing his suitability for her needs. She liked her toys, strong, burly and handsome. There was no emotional attachment to what she was about to do; she saw him merely as a means to an end. Once he served his purpose, she would dispose of him like she had the others.

The moment she emerged from the darkness where she had been concealed, the Fae noticed her presence and swiftly turned to face the intruder, his weapons at the ready. However, his tense demeanor relaxed at the sight of Azula, though it shouldn’t have.

Azula’s form was cloaked in blood – streaks of crimson painted her face, her clothes, even strands of her blonde hair. Her red demonic eyes glimmered with a mixture of malice and hunger, sending shivers down Islinda’s spine. By all accounts, the guard should have reacted to Azula’s suspicious appearance and attacked her, yet he remained rooted to the spot, seemingly captivated by her gruesome visage.

Islinda watched the scene with a frown on her face. She already had a faint idea of where this was headed and didn’t know how to feel about it. Above all, she was more intrigued with how Azula controlled her victims. Unlike Aldric who had to get into his victim’s head to control them, it seemed Azula released some sort of pheromones that the victim reacted to. Islinda could feel it, like she was almost the one wielding it. Simply put, the demon enchanted the dark Fae in her own way.

There was nothing but pure, unadulterated yet eerie dedication and affection in the guard’s eyes. It didn’t feel natural at all. It was creepy. Islinda knew that he had no free will and was being manipulated against his choice. Not that she could do anything about it. Azula effortlessly put him under her charm and controlled him. Such great power. No wonder, Benjamin had been wary her ability. Neither could she fight against that.

"Mistress..." The guard said, bowing his head to Azula.

The gesture stunned Islinda. As the Queen of her realm, Islinda knew Azula relished power, but this was on another level. She made the act look so hot and sexy and it left her flustered, her cheeks heating up.

Azula did not say a word, instead she hooked her finger beneath the guard’s chin and lifted his face, tilting his head side from side and checking him out in a way that one would do to a goods just to ensure that it was a good working condition.

Islinda was flabbergasted at the audacity and the level of power for Azula to treat the burly, scary looking Fae that could kill her with a snap of his hands if he roused from her enchantment as if he was nothing but a male prostitute. But then, that was exactly his role right now.

Azula kissed him on the cheek and said, "You know how to serve your mistress then, don’t you?" She asked with twisted satisfaction with her eyes.

"The mistress’s satisfaction comes first," he answered mechanically, his eyes vacant with emotion.

Islinda let out a startled gasp as the guard scooped Azula off her feet without warning, carrying her a few paces before pressing her against the wall with force. Islinda winced at the impact, unlike Azula, who giggled in response, wrapping her legs around the Fae.

Something must be terribly wrong with Azula’s head, Islinda thought. Yet that was just the beginning of what Islinda would come to know as the most horrifying yet twistedly erotic encounter she had ever witnessed.

There was no touching, no kissing, no foreplay, nothing at all. The dark Fae guard simply pushed down his pants, revealing his long rod that had Islinda’s eyes widening in shock while her cheeks flushed red. She knew Azula was delighted with what she saw. She had made the choice herself. Although at this point Islinda wondered if the demon could see through people’s clothing, because there was no way she could have known to make the right choice.

The dark Fae guard plunged into her in one move, sheathing himself to the hilt while Azula purred in delight, relishing the sensation of him stretching her out. Islinda knew she shouldn’t look, but she couldn’t help it. The scene was so intense and sinful, holding her enraptured. Her core throbbed, her breathing quickened, and her hands dug into her clenched fists to keep herself grounded.

He began to move his hips, thrusting long and deeply inside of her while Azula threw back her head, her eyes closed as she relished and fed on the sexual energy beginning to build in the air.

"Faster," she commanded him, and the dark Fae guard obeyed her without question, completely under her control.

He increased his pace, thrusting into her with such brutality that hardly fazed Azula as she took it all. She even began to move her hips, meeting him halfway and increasing the pleasure. Yet it was not enough, and she yelled out, "Faster! Harder!"

"Oh God ...." Islinda gasped, feeling her own core aching with need. She had never witnessed such brutal intensity before. Not even between her and Aldric. Aldric seemed to take into account that she was human and didn’t want to hurt her. But that didn’t seem to be the case for Azula.

Azula whimpered, moaned, wailed, and purred all at once as the Fae guard repeatedly slammed into her with breathtaking speed, so hard and fast, Islinda couldn’t even keep up with it. How could Azula endure this? Her sex was going to be brutalized after this.

Yet she screamed, "More."

And then their coupling became a blur, one Islinda couldn’t fully comprehend until Azula’s unadulterated scream of release filled the air.

Then Islinda felt it, the charged humming in the air, the way every hair on her body stood on edge, and Azula’s eyes bore into her, glowing with power.