They filed out of the room and as the door clicked shut, the restraints left them and she leapt to her feet, moving to him and pulling the gag from his mouth. His arms went around her, and she swallowed hard as she leant into his bare chest.
"I won't do it," he growled softly, pulling her away from him to look down at her. "I won't hurt you."
"I don't think we have a choice," she breathed.
"I refuse," he growled, but then he shivered, and it was as if the air pressure in the room changed. Watching his face, she saw it darkening and his eyes found her face with an intensity she didn't know. Lips turning up into a faint smile, his fingers began to dig into her arms, and she pulled back from him, but he only gripped tighter.
"Daemon? Let go, you're hurting me,"
His growl was low, and he pushed her back, following after her until her back found the wall and he pressed himself against her.
"Stop! Please, we'll do it!" she called out as his hand dropped down between her legs and dragged up with his nails scraping along her skin to leave it stinging at the roughness.
Again, there was that feeling of pressure change and he froze in place, confused and trying to understand what was happening.
"You can't refuse," she whispered, and when she shifted, his hand jerked back from between her legs, unaware of where it had been until she moved.
"I'll kill them all," he breathed.
She shook her head. "You can't, they're protected," she whispered as his head turned to look at her, his hand still held well back from her as though it had been responsible for the witch's magic taking control of him.
Their eyes met and his were broken, devastated by what they were being forced to do.
"I don't want it to be like this," he whispered.
"Me neither, but I would prefer you to an incubus," she breathed, and his eyes closed, his forehead pressing against hers as he held her to him.
They stood frozen for several long minutes, just trying to come to terms with what they were being asked to do when the door opened and Daemon spun, his arms ready in a defensive position between her and the newcomer.
It was a man, and he was smiling slightly. Bronze skin and black eyes with dark brown hair. He wore a leather vest that hung open to reveal his chest, and black cotton pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. A large number of loops hung from his neck with fetishes and totems strung on them, and a crescent moon on his forehead announced him as one of the few male witches in existence.
"Morning," he said as he moved into the room, his eyes going between the two of them.
"Get out, boy," Daemon snarled.
The witch laughed. "I'm here to make sure you get the job done. And if you can't, I'll be taking over and we can take turns. One of us is bound to get it to work."
It took several long seconds for them both to process what he said, and then her eyes met Daemon's in a terrible realisation. They weren't going to let them escape.
His arms went around her middle and the air shimmered. She was relieved to see the distortion of the world, but then the demon dropped, screaming.
"Daemon!?" she gasped, dropping to her knees at his side as he writhed in pain.
Movement had her looking up, the witch standing beside her, smiling slightly as he reached down, and his warm skin brushed her cheek.
The world vanished around her as his magic slid into her, and she sucked in a breath as a wash of need filled her, starting with a throbbing desire between her legs, and spreading out until her entire body burned with it. Standing slowly, the witch drew her closer and his fingers lifted her jaw. Desire for him was pulsing through her, and as his head bowed to meet her, she met his lips eagerly.
He tasted like honey and sunshine, his lips warm and his hands were heavy on her as he trailed his fingers down over her shoulders where he caught the thick straps of her dress, dragging them down over her skin.
His breath sucked in as her cold fingers found his stomach, and he made a soft sound of pleasure, her arms sliding around him and pulling herself closer. Rolling up onto the balls of her feet, she felt him smiling as he met the new pressure of her lips with his own.
"Don't touch her…" a low growl came from somewhere, but she was more disappointed by the witch turning away from her, and she lowered her head to trace her lips across his collarbone in a slow tease.
His attention was elsewhere, and it frustrated her, wanting him to focus on her as she was with him, but then that need switched off and she blinked, looking down at the shoulder she had been tracing.
Growling softly, the witch swore and jerked back from her, but she had already bit into his shoulder, clutching him to her.
Pain ripped through her, and she dropped to the floorboards, screaming as the witch backed away, looking down at the torn skin.
"Little bitch…" he snarled, but he seemed more amused than actually angry.
"Either get her pregnant, or I will, demon," the witch said and stepped back, the pain vanishing just as quickly as it had come.
Whimpering, she looked up at Daemon as he crawled to her side and pulled her up off the floor and into his side.
"Are you alright?" he asked, and she nodded, licking her lips slowly and glaring at the witch.
"Witches are dangerous little monsters. At least they'll be gone," he said.
She laughed softly, nodding her agreement.
Standing slowly, she stood with him, and he looked down at her, pained and sad, but there was still a part of him that had hoped he would be able to touch her like that.
"I love you, Etani. I'm sorry this has to happen," he breathed, and she smiled sadly.
Lifting her chin, his head bowed to hers and the brush of his lips on hers was light and tender, but she felt a trickle of his magic dripping into her, and she frowned, pulling back from him. His magic had made her skin tingle, and a slow burning to start low in her belly. It was incredibly addictive. It was an offer to save her from what was going to happen, he was giving her a way to save herself, and she accepted that gift without hesitation, desperately needing it to save her mind and soul from further damage. Almost immediately, she found herself leaning into him again, his lips coming down on hers again. This time, she embraced the new flood of magic into her, his lust triggering her own dormant desires.
Murmuring her name gently, the demon took her hand and led her to the bed. She followed eagerly behind him, her heart pounding as the need for him raced through her body.
Part of her had always wondered what it would be like to be with Daemon, but she had never expected to find out that way.
Turning back to her, his fingers were steady as they found her cheek and she closed her eyes, leaning into the touch that warmed her icy skin.
His head bowed, and she lifted her chin once more to meet his lips with her own, and there was only the warmth of him and taste of his mouth on hers.