Calcifer

The warlock had a certain tragedy about him that appealed to the princess. Being a demonspawn he was denied all the love the princess received since her infancy, and always took for granted.

Calcifer was in the lowest level of the mill, brooding. It was a dark room, with little illumination and an open view to the calm river it bordered. "Calcifer?" Liandra asked, and was greeted with a fiery blast that scorched inches from her face. She, of course, screamed.

"Princess? I am sorry, I didn't realize it was you." That prompted a large argument, with a rather skittish warlock, who sidestepped and dodged all blame. But then Liandra remembered Calcifer´s nature, and wondered what nightmares he was facing, and relented on her anger.

"I am sorry. I just came to talk to you" he was still evasive, like a stray cat too used to cruel kids, but the princess was stubborn, and witty. Calcifer had a weakness for sharp tongues, and Liandra found the best way to keep him talking was to twist the cruelties he suffered into a more acceptable event. It broke her heart to do it, but he blossomed in proving her naive, and she liked what she saw.

"...and that is why I am an adventurer, and not some farmer raising a family" Calcifer had a goatee that made him look sinister at the best of time, and hazel eyes that burned like charcoal. "sounds lonely, even with trusted friends" Liandra made to caress his face, but scorched her fingers on his skin.

"I am not human, princess. I don't pretend to be. I have power, I take what i want and I don't resent it" Calcifer found sadistic pleasure in her pain, but even that Liandra recognized as merely a defense of a frail heart.

"Take a bath!" She pulled him into the river, but the two got entangled and fell together. Water was steaming from him when he emerged, but what surprised the Warlock the most was the princess pressing her lips on his, holding him dearly close. They parted, but she didn't let go of her prey.

The next kiss was shared, and when Calcifer pried her mouth open she didn't resist. He was warm whereas the water was cold, she was in no hurry to leave his lips or his arms, even when his tongue slithered over hers, and invited it to a mate dance. It was Liandra´s first real kiss, and not in her wildest dreams she imagined it would have happened with a half demon spawn in an abandoned mill in the dead of night.

"What about Rodrik?" Calcifer asked, but Liandra answered "I chose you" her sharp tongue made a persuasive argument, but Calcifer wasn't as smart as he thought.

"The boy has the heart of a paladin, and you are a princess. You belong together" Liandra saw the despair in his hazel eyes "You have sacrificed too much already, Calcifer. Why do you need to do that? If you dislike me then I will let you be, but don't tell me you are doing it for a man you barely know."

By then the two had floated to a small sand beach just out of the mill, and didn't realize they were being observed from above, by the very Rodrik they just mentioned. "I don't dislike you, princess. I think I can grow to be very found of you" Liandra devoured whatever little Calcifer gave her, both in feelings and actions. The two shared many caresses, and the Warlock grew bolder by the moment.

"Aren't you afraid you are being seduced by a demon?"

"half demon, a full demon would have grown bolder by now" And he was, his fingers found her pussy, and began to massage the princess virgin sex. She moaned her pleasure, glad to finally seeing Calcifer partaking of her company without reservations.

He was very careful with her pussy, he inserted a couple of fingers, and began to pump it slowly at first, but rapidly picking it up, granting the princess a hitherto unknown pleasure. He snaked his tongue over her clit, slightly and on occasion, so that the pleasure she was receiving wouldn't be mingled with pain. The oral and manual stimulation gradually worked the princess to her first orgasm in her life, a cloud of nothingness she was eager to repeat.

"I think I just died" Liandra said. Calcifer smiled at the obvious satisfaction in the princess, and was eager to give her more "Then be prepared, your highness, for next we damn your soul and turn you into a woman" He placed his hands over her tights, his intent obvious.