"Deal."

"Excellent. Now, watch as you have a front row seat to your wife's corruption." The incubus snapped his fingers and a wall arose between the two of them. It was made of some dark glass that seemed transparent enough. As a test, Ark swung his sword as had as he could against it, but it made neither a sound nor a scratch. "You'll find that while you can hear and see us, we can't hear or see you. That will make this all the better when she abandons you for me."

Ark grit his teeth and sat down on the ground. He knew Kylie would win this fight. The doors behind the incubus opened and Kylie walked out, guided by two armored figures. "What is it this time, Killian? I thought your queen made it very clear that you were to stay away from me."

Wait, how did she know his name?

"Ah, but this is an exception." He approached her and cupped her chin. "Such sweet, smooth skin. I can grant you freedom, you know."

"Oh, really? How?" She seemed unamused.

"I can free you from this prison. Both your physical one and your mental one." He let his eyes trail down her body. He imagined the curves that existed beneath her gown.

"Let's forget this tower for a moment: what do you mean by a "mental" prison?" She tugged against the chains on her. This physical prison was her concern, not whatever nonsense he was spouting.

"Oh, sweet Kylie. I sense in you a ravenous slut begging to be set free. You desire to give up that free will of yours and become a **** to a perfect master. You want to be controlled. I can provide that." He put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "Of course, you are welcome to prove me wrong. I have a game of sorts to play with you. At the end, if you don't succumb and submit, then I will let you and your husband go."

"Ark is here?" She perked up, eyes wide. "Where?"

"He's somewhere in this tower fighting his way through to free you," Killian waved his hand.

"Idiot. Now that I know that, why would I ever give in? I just need to hold out until Ark gets here." Kylie felt a unique sense of confidence. Whatever he threw at her, she knew she could take. Especially knowing her husband was somewhere in the tower with them.

"You have quite a lot of faith in a man who has failed to protect you. Of course, I can protect you." Killian tangled his hand in a few strands of her hair.

"He's just... busy." She looked away, aware that her answer didn't help her too much. But Ark was a hero; she knew that when she married him. He would always be called to help with trouble in the kingdom which often left her alone.

"Oh, Sweet Kylie, if you were mine, I would never be too busy for you. In fact, I would construct an entire tower such as this simply for you to sit at the top as its queen." Killian pulled away and theatrically spun to his own words.

"Cheap compliments won't help you," Kylie felt off. His words were sweet and enticing. She wouldn't be alone? She would be a priority? No! She was already a priority! Ark was in this tower somewhere. He was going to rescue her.

"I'm offended, sweet Kylie. These aren't just empty words. Even if your hero is here, why did it take him until now to pay attention to your?" He closed the distance between them. His hand cupped the side of her face, "let me show you just what I can offer you."

Kylie bit her lip. She'd never felt so desired before. Ark was always so busy with his role, but he always had women fawning over him. Whose to say he kept himself loyal? I can't think that way! The doubts kept creeping in. She needed a distraction; anything—

She melted into the lustful kiss. He was so forceful and strong. She felt as though she could rest in his arms. His kiss was sweet and passionate; she felt his desire for her and her mind started to get cloudy. "Killian, wait..."

She didn't put up much resistance. His lips continued to dominate hers. His tongue ravenously claimed her mouth and she couldn't help but moan into his kisses. "Give yourself to me, Kylie. Become mine. I will take excellent care of you."