Defiance

“Give you my word?” the paladin said slowly. “Ha! Like I would ever give you my word! You, hellspawn, are unworthy, a despised creature not fit to lick my toes! You are a bully and a lout. Why would I make any vow in the Goddess’s name to you, give you the chance to pervert and mar my good name? Ha!”

Marus stared into the blonde-haired warrior’s blue eyes for a moment, his onyx orbs unblinking. Abruptly, to the two guards, he commanded with a bark, “Lift her up!”

With matching fanged grins, the reptilian pair hoisted on the chain pulling Mira higher into the air. She grabbed tighter at the cold, steel links above her head, fighting her own weight pulling her down and gritting her teeth at the pain blooming in her wrists and shoulders. It was a short haul and she found herself looking down in the incubus’s human-seeming face, her feet hovering before his face.

“I see your toes,” he chuckled. Without further ado, the devil took her big toe in his mouth. The paladin gasped, his tongue soft and silky on her large pedial digit. She watched him move from toe to toe, pausing at each and leaving them slick and tingling. Mira bit down on her lower lip, fighting the pleasure welling deep inside her. I won’t give in, she thought angrily. Never! This is part of his scheme, some part of his power! No man or woman could ever make me feel this way!

“There,” Marus smiled up at her, removing his warm mouth from her last little toe. “I have licked your toes and I am still here. It seems that I am worthy to do so.”

“Only because you have me bound!” she spat at him through gritted teeth. “Try that on me when I am free and you’ll have my sword buried deep in your belly!”

“Would you?” he leered, leaning forward and taking her toe in his mouth for a quick suck. Mira glared at him, holding back a pleasure-filled groan. “You can have that chance, walk away from me unchained. All I want is your word in Her name, as a Paladin of the Goddess. One. Word.”

“I will not!” the warrior cried out against the call of her body, the lust of her womanhood strong from his teasing tongue.

“Very well,” the incubus sighed. “Let her down.”

Slowly, the marble tiles rose to her feet and the strain on her wrists and shoulders fell away as did the paladin, the chain falling slack, slumping to the floor at the devil lord’s booted feet. The guards reached down, unhooking the steel links from her manacles, and lifted her up once more to look into his dark eyes.

“Still no?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Never!” she spat back, her golden curls fallen forward and framing her pretty face. The incubus rolled his onyx orbs.

“Very well,” Marus began, then paused, spying an entourage enter the hall over her shoulder.

“Take her to her chambers,” he ordered the two guards. Nodding in obeisance, the armored infernal soldiers grasps hardened around her arms and began to drag her away. Behind them, their lord greeted the approaching retinue. “Gentlemen! How are you this day?”