The waves crash with a low roar against the jagged rocks, foam glinting under the last rays of the dying sun.
Damaris stands at the water's edge, her green scales shimmering like polished emeralds. Her serpentine tail coils slowly around her leg. Dark horns jutting from her skull catch the light, casting dancing shadows across her angular face. Her eyes, two burning amber slits, scan the horizon.
A hoarse breath escapes her lips. She adjusts the thin white fabric draping her body, revealing the curve of her hips and the power of her chest.
A war horn blares, carried by the wind from the distant cliffs.
Humans are coming.
"You think you can drive me from my own land?"
Her fingers tighten on the fabric, pulling it slightly to expose the sharp tip of her tail twitching behind her.
A man emerges from the shadow of the rocks, armor battered.
His blond hair plastered with sweat, he stares at her.
"Demon! By the king's order, you'll leave these shores before sunrise, or your blood will stain this sand!"
Damaris tilts her head, a predatory smile stretching her lips. She steps forward, her tail extending like a living blade, grazing the ground.
"Your king? A mortal trembling in his stone castle? Come, knight. Show me your worth."
Aldric hesitates, his gaze sliding over her exposed curves, the raw power radiating from her. He grips his sword's hilt, but his fingers tremble.
"I don't negotiate with hellspawn!"
She laughs.
In a fluid motion, she closes the distance, her tail wrapping around his leg before he can react.
"Negotiate? I see only a walking feast."
He growls, trying to break free, but his body betrays a different tension. His eyes linger on her, captivated.
"Release me, witch!"
Damaris leans in.
"Satisfy me, and you live. Refuse, and you die."
Her hand slides over his armor, tearing off a piece of metal with unnerving ease. The touch of her claws on his bare skin makes him flinch.
The knight raises his sword, its edge trembling inches from her neck. Then, slowly, it lowers.
Her tail tightens slightly. "Good choice. Now, let's begin."
She releases him, letting him drop to his knees in the sand, his gaze lost.
She circles him, her tail slithering around his body. Her claws graze his armor, leaving deep scratches in the metal.
The knight, despite his initial resistance, can't tear his eyes from her tempting curves and glistening scales.
With lightning speed, Damaris moves behind him, her hands gripping his shoulders firmly. She leans in, her body pressed against his, and he feels the heat of her skin through her thin garment. Her slightly parted lips brush his neck, leaving a trail of fire on his skin.
The knight shudders.
Her claws slip beneath his armor, finding bare skin. She traces light furrows.
The knight leans back against her, his body betraying his desires.
Damaris spins him to face her, her hands sliding to his chest, nimble fingers unfastening his armor with unsettling dexterity. The metal clatters to the ground, leaving him exposed.
Her amber eyes, burning slits, lock onto him. She leans in, her lips claiming his in a brutal kiss.
The man moans.
Damaris, sensing his surrender, gently pushes him down onto the sand.
He lies there, his body hers to command.
Damaris straddles him. Her hands explore his body, tracing lines of fire across his skin. She leans down, her breasts grazing his chest, her lips trailing along his neck, chest, down to his abdomen.
The man, fully dominated, moans under her touch, his body reacting instinctively.
Damaris slides her hands beneath his hips, lifting him slightly. Her lips find his in another brutal kiss, their tongues tangling in a frenzied dance.
She pulls back slightly, her eyes fixed on him, a predatory smile on her lips. She guides his hand to her groin, letting him feel the wet heat.
The man, despite his earlier resistance, succumbs to the sensations, unable to resist her hold. His fingers explore her intimate folds, finding her swollen clit, stroking it with a skill that makes her moan with pleasure.
She positions herself above him, knees on either side of his hips. Slowly, she lowers herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch.
The man moans, a raw, guttural sound, his body taut with pleasure. Damaris begins to move, her hips swaying, riding him with wild passion.
She quickens her pace, her muscled thighs flexing with each thrust. Her claws dig into the sand on either side of man's head, her arms framing his face. She throws her head back, dark horns pointing skyward, a hoarse moan escaping her parted lips.
The man, breathless, grips her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh where scales fade. His eyes, clouded with desire, follow the sway of her breasts with her rhythm. He tries to sit up, but Damaris pins him down with a firm hand, her claws grazing his chest.
"Stay there."
She slows abruptly, leaning in to capture his lips in a ravenous kiss. Her tongue curls around his, demanding, as her hips trace slow circles.
The man moans into her mouth, his hands sliding to her buttocks, trying to pull her deeper. She laughs, pulling back from the kiss.
"Not so fast, knight."
In a fluid motion, she pulls away, leaving him panting, his erection glistening in the cool air. She rolls him onto his stomach with surprising strength, her claws grazing his back, tracing red lines across his skin.
He growls, fists clenching in the sand, but doesn't resist. Damaris straddles his thighs, her tail coiling around one, its sharp tip brushing dangerously close to the inside of his leg. She leans down, her lips grazing his ear.
"My turn."
Her hands slip beneath his hips, lifting him slightly to position him as she pleases. She presses against him, her body hot and slick, and enters him from behind.
The man lets out a muffled cry, his muscles tensing under the intensity. Damaris moves, her hips slamming against his, each thrust drawing a moan from him. Her breasts brush his back, her scales rubbing against his skin.
She speeds up, her claws digging into his hips, leaving marks. Her moans blend with his.
She throws her head back, a shiver of pleasure rippling through her, making her scales quiver.
The man, overwhelmed, tries to push up on his forearms, but she presses a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the ground.
"Not yet."
She feels the pleasure building, a searing wave threatening to consume her. She pulls out again, leaving him gasping, and flips him onto his back with effortless grace. Her amber eyes bore into his.
"Look at me."
She straddles him again, facing him, her knees sinking into the sand. She guides him into her with a firm hand, her lips parting in a sigh of satisfaction. The man, eyes half-closed, reaches for her breasts, fingers brushing her hardened nipples. Damaris moans, her hips resuming their dance, faster, more frantic. She leans forward, her lips grazing his without kissing, their breaths mingling in a heated exchange.
Her movements grow wild, her thighs slapping against his, sand flying around them. The man digs his fingers into her hips, matching her rhythm. His moans turn to raw, desperate cries, while Damaris, eyes gleaming, lets out a guttural growl.
She feels the orgasm nearing, a wave of heat rising from her core, radiating through her body. She moves faster, her scales glinting with sweat.
Suddenly, she freezes, her body trembling as the orgasm crashes through her. A sharp cry escapes her lips, her claws digging into the man's shoulders, drawing blood. The man, overwhelmed by the sight of her pleasure and the feel of her body tightening around him, reaches his own climax, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. His eyes roll back, his body tensing beneath her, every muscle rigid with intensity.
Damaris rises, a predatory smile on her lips, and shifts position one last time. She lies on her back, pulling the man over her.
"Let's finish this, knight," she murmurs, her legs wrapping around his hips.
The man, exhausted but intoxicated, obeys, his hands gripping her scaled thighs. He enters her again, his movements clumsy but desperate, driven by primal instinct.
Damaris arches her back, her breasts pressing against his chest, her claws raking his back. Each of his thrusts draws a moan from her lips, her amber eyes glowing with an almost supernatural light. She pulls him closer, her lips claiming his in a fierce kiss, their teeth clashing.
The man, breathless, feels his strength fading. His movements grow erratic, his body trembling with effort. Damaris tightens her legs around him.
"Harder," she commands, her claws digging into his buttocks, guiding him into a brutal rhythm.
The man, on the edge of collapse, obeys.
Their bodies collide, their cries blending in a wild crescendo. Damaris reaches another orgasm, her body arching beneath him, her scales shimmering. The man feels a wave of heat engulf him, followed by sudden darkness. His eyes close, his body collapses onto her, limp, his breath fading into a rasp.
Damaris gently pushes him off, letting him slide onto the sand beside her. She rises, her amber eyes scanning his pale face, his lips still parted. A satisfied smile curves her lips, her claws brushing his cheek.
"You lasted longer than I expected, knight."
She stands, adjusting the white fabric slipping over her hips.
The waves keep crashing, indifferent, as she walks away, her tail dragging in the sand, erasing their tracks.
The man lies there, unconscious, his armor scattered around him, his body marked.