9: Zalakai

It was brutal. Torture. Not just for Rayleigh, but for himself as well. He listened to her pant and moans. As much as she fought to keep herself silent, her body screamed otherwise. Naked before him now with a small, black vibrator on her clit held there by hands that extended out from the wall behind her. Two more hands tainted in black sulfur caressed her thighs, and another pair fondled her breasts. Zalakai sat on the edge of the bed and watched on. His cock practically pleaded to be freed from his pants and to be buried inside of her. He still hadn't a clue what his body was trying to tell him. The Exorcist he was to take care of, in his father's sense, annihilate her; burn her in the lava lake and watch her melt. Any proper torture and murder to suffice the Prince of Lust. And yet...

"S-Stop this..." she panted. Zalakai's eyes narrowed as he looked her over again. Scars covered her body, but not as dark as the ones on her back. She had said nothing else about admitting her "Fat