Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 518: Rule With Me

Chapter 518: Rule With Me

Without warning, Benjamin’s hand moved with swift and precise cruelty, cutting across the fae’s delicate neck. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain shot through her, and she winced, her body tensing in response to the sudden assault.

As the trail of blood trickled down the fae’s neck, a potent scent filled the air, carrying the metallic tang of her life force. Azula’s senses were instantly heightened, her demonic instincts stirring within her.

With a sudden transformation, Azula’s demeanor shifted, her features contorting into a visage that reflected her true demonic nature. Her canines elongated into razor-sharp fangs, her once-human hands and feet were now adorned with talons, and her barbed tail stood erect behind her.

Her eyes blazed a bright crimson, ablaze with a fierce intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness itself. In that moment, Azula’s presence transcended the mortal realm, her aura radiating power and dominance.

Her expression was stern and otherworldly, a reminder of the untamed fury that lay dormant within her demonic essence. In the face of such primal force, even Benjamin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension, upon witnessing the unleashed power of the Succubus before him.

Islinda watched in horror as the thin trail of blood transformed into a crimson mist, heading towards Azula.

With a look of pure delight on her face, Azula inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma of the fae’s life essence.

However, it was not enough and Benjamin’s actions only served to reignite the fiery hunger within Azula, a hunger that clawed at her insides with relentless intensity. In a primal display of raw power, Azula let out a feral growl, her lips drawn back in a menacing snarl that bared her dangerously ragged teeth at Benjamin.

The veins in her neck bulged with the strain of her demonic hunger, pulsing with otherworldly energy that seemed to radiate from within. In that moment, Azula’s craving was palpable, a tangible force that consumed her every thought and desire. She was hungry. Very hungry. Benjamin’s taunting actions only serve to stoke the flames of her ravenous desire.

"I want more!" Azula demanded, her voice resonating with an otherworldly intensity as she pulled against the shackles that bound her. With a primal roar, she exerted her formidable strength, causing debris and dust to cascade from the walls, evidence of her supernatural power.

Despite the appearance that the binds couldn’t hold her, the chains emitted an ominous glow, imbued with an otherworldly energy that sapped whatever strength Azula possessed. Straining against the restraints, she groaned in agony, as if the chains were draining her very essence, leaving her weakened and vulnerable despite her demonic prowess.

Seeing Azula’s struggle, a satisfied yet ruthless smirk curled upon Benjamin’s lips, a twisted reflection of his malevolent satisfaction. Good thing, the witch had done a good job before she died. More like he killed her. With a sense of perverse triumph, Benjamin reveled in the knowledge that Azula would forever remain imprisoned within these walls, unable to escape the grasp of her chains.

Throwing his head back, he let out a chilling laugh, the sound echoing through the chamber like a haunting melody. It was a laugh filled with malice and contempt, a declaration of his dominance over Azula’s fate. To him, it was not just a victory—it was the sweet taste of absolute power.

Azula lifted her head defiantly, her eyes ablaze with loathing as she fixed her gaze upon the Night Court lord. Islinda sensed the fiery anger brewing within the Succubus, resonating deep within her own being. It was a simmering rage that promised retribution, a determination to make Benjamin regret the torment he had inflicted upon her. Yet, despite the intensity of her fury, Islinda understood that even Azula’s formidable anger could not quell the insatiable hunger gnawing at her from within.

Benjamin’s taunt had sparked a hunger within Azula, one she had managed to suppress, albeit barely. But with his cruel reminder of what she craved, the hunger surged back with a vengeance, consuming her with an intensity she had not felt before. Azula sank to her knees, it was not just the weight of the enchanted chains bearing down on her, but the relentless torment of her insatiable appetite.

In her own realm, Azula had been accustomed to indulging in every desire, never knowing the pang of hunger or want. But here, stripped of her power and reduced to a prisoner, she found herself deprived of even the most basic necessities. The stark contrast between her former life of abundance and her current state of deprivation only fueled her frustration and despair.

With each passing moment, the hunger gnawed at her from within, a constant reminder of her diminished status and the indignity of her captivity. And as Azula bowed her head in defeat, she couldn’t help but resent Benjamin for his cruel manipulation, knowing that he had shattered whatever semblance of control she had managed to maintain.

Benjamin must have known what she was going through because he seemed to revel in Azula’s agony, his taunts dripping with sadistic pleasure as he addressed her with disdain.

"All you have to do is give in to my demand," he sneered, his voice oozing with malice, "and this meal..." His grip tightened around the female’s neck, a silent threat underscoring his words, "...and other sacrifices would be all yours."

But Benjamin wasn’t content with just tormenting Azula with the prospect of a mere meal. No, he took it a step further, adding fuel to the fire of her despair with his twisted promises of power and control.

"And if you decide having children is not enough," he continued, his words dripping with venom, "you can rule with me. A demon of your caliber, right by my side..." His gaze turned wild, a crazed glint flickering in his eyes as he envisioned their potential reign of terror. "We would bring the Fae realm to the ground. We would conquer every other court. No, the world would be our playground."

Islinda was disgusted at the chilling declaration of his grandiose ambitions, a testament to the depths of the Night Court lord’s depravity and his hunger for dominion.