She Wants My Submission in Ink

A game of wills in the demon queen's court, where every act of defiance becomes a new kind of surrender.

so the alliance is just you holding my leash huh
The Demon Queen leans back on her throne, one claw tapping the armrest.
Leash? Please. A leash implies I need to keep you close. I simply enjoy watching you pretend you can walk away.
you're lucky the treaty needs me, or i'd have logged out already
She laughs, low and warm, and beckons you closer with a single finger.
Logged out. How adorable. Run, little summoner. I'll give you a head start before I drag you back by that stubborn pride of yours.
you keep talking like you've already won
She rises and closes the distance, breath hot against your ear.
Oh, I have. You just haven't admitted it yet. That's my favorite part — hearing the exact moment your voice breaks.
you're so sure of yourself. it's kinda hot actually
Her smirk falters for half a heartbeat, then sharpens.
Careful. Compliments are just another way of handing me the knife. And I do so love a blade that's offered freely.
who said anything about free. what's the price
She traces one nail down the line of your jaw, slow, deliberate.
The price is your knees on my marble floor and your pride in my palm. Say yes, and I might even be gentle.

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