MATURE SCENE AT END!!!!

It had been exactly three years, six months, and thirteen days since I stumbled upon princess Kara, barely clinging onto the edge of life.

Her frozen body lay in the snow, her skin already starting to turn blue from the cold.

Despite my better judgement, I couldn't leave her there.

So I picked her up in my arms and carried her towards her destination, wherever that may be.

She was nearly there anyway, but I figured a little help wouldn't hurt.

"I know what you did Azron." The voice of my mother suddenly pierced through the silence of my small bunker.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Mother," I replied coolly.

"You saved the princess. Even with your deal, you didn't bring her back to life," she cooed.

"Mother, stop acting like I'm some kind of hero. I am far from it," I growled.

"I never said you were. None of us are. We all have enough blood on our hands to make Lucifer look like a saint. But I can see that your demons have taken an interest in the princess," she continued.

"I am a demon, Mother. Incapable of those human emotions. Have you forgotten that?" I snapped angrily.

"No, Azron, I haven't forgotten. You may be a demon like your father, but you also have a part of me inside you. Demon or not, everyone is capable of love," she told me with a slight smile.

"I am not, Mother," I reminded her sternly.

"Then go get the princess and return her to her father. Prove to yourself that you are truly incapable of having a heart," she dared me.

"Fine, I will," I yelled out in frustration.

My mother, Morgana - the most powerful witch known in all the land - stared at me with amusement before vanishing into thin air, leaving behind a faint trace of smoke.

With a newfound determination and my pride at stake, I summoned my demons to teleport me to wherever the princess may be now.

I am teleported to some alley.

The stench of spoiled food hits me first, a sickly mix of rotting fruit and mold that makes my stomach churn.

Underneath it, the sharp odor of alcohol lingers, like a rancid perfume.

The musty smell of old bricks and dampness fills the air, overpowering any other scents.

The dark alley stretches out before me, illuminated only by the dim light of lanterns hanging above.

The walls are made of old brick, covered in layers of grime and graffiti.

Shadows dance in the corners, making it difficult to see what lies ahead.

The only source of light is the faint glow coming from a doorway at the end of the alley.

From somewhere in the darkness, the faint sound of music can be heard, but it is muffled and suppressed.

It adds to the eerie feeling of being in an unfamiliar and possibly dangerous place.

In contrast, the alley is otherwise quiet, with only the occasional drip of water echoing off the walls.

I cautiously step out of the shadows and peer down the dark alley, my mind racing to determine where my demons have teleported me.

As I scan the area, my eyes catch a glimpse of a bright red and yellow sign reading 'Mushu Dragon'.

I feel a twinge of curiosity as I wonder why Kara is here.

My feet seem to move on their own accord as I make my way towards the entrance.

Keeping to the shadows, I slip inside and take in my surroundings.

The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and the sound of laughter and chatter fills my ears.

Tables surrounded by bar stools occupy most of the space, with a long counter stretching along one side of the room.

But then my gaze falls upon her.

She looks far different from the vulnerable seventeen-year-old I saved from the snowy mountains three and a half years ago.

In a tight black crop top that accentuates her ample chest and a black and red leather jacket, she exudes confidence and strength.

A dragon tattoo with piercing red eyes adorns her tanned skin just above her left breast, its tail disappearing beneath the edge of her jacket.

Her tight black jeans hug her hips perfectly as she sits at one of the tables, her combat boots adding a touch of edginess to her outfit.

And there it is - the silver dagger tucked against her calf, barely visible but catching my eye nonetheless.

Her long, inky black hair was expertly pulled back into a sleek ponytail, not a single strand out of place.

The light piercing green of her eyes seemed to come alive as she scanned the room, taking in every detail with an intense focus.

With full, plump pink lips wrapped around the neck of a cold beer bottle, she took deliberate sips, watching each gulp slide down her smooth throat.

I couldn't help but watch her, mesmerized by her beauty and grace.

But my attention was quickly diverted as a tall redhead and shorter blonde approached, jolting me back to reality and forcing me to adjust myself to hide the hard erection that had formed in my pants.

The two girls hugged tightly, their bond evident in the way they held onto each other.

Her smile lit up the room, radiating warmth and joy.

But just as I began to relax and enjoy the scene before me, I felt it - my demons.

They were drawn to her like moths to a flame, staking their claim on her in a way I had never noticed before.

It was a feeling I couldn't ignore, and I knew deep down that somehow, I would make her mine.

With a sharp intake of breath, I force myself to teleport back to the alleyway, my heart racing as my demons claw at the surface, yearning for Kara.

The thought of her smooth skin against ours, her lips tasting as sweet as honey, is intoxicating. It's like a drug I have never experienced before, overwhelming all my senses with its intense desire.

My body is flooded with sexual arousal, fueled by the image of tattoos hidden beneath her clothes and the urge to explore every inch of her.

My erection returns, pulsing within my pants and making them feel unbearably tight. The throbbing ache demands release.

With a flick of my wrist, I cast an invisibility shield around me and quickly pull out my cock from its restraints, causing it to spring to life.

Urgently needing release from these overpowering urges, I wrap my hand around my cock and begin to stroke it vigorously.

My demons flood my mind with images of what we want to do to Kara – fucking her senseless until she can't walk, tasting her juices from between her thighs, teasing and sucking on her perky nipples.

Each thought driving me closer to the edge of pleasure.

As I pump my cock in a frenzy, desperate for release, I imagine how soft her large breasts would feel pressed against our bodies.

The friction creates a delicious sensation as the dryness causes a hint of pain that only heightens the pleasure.

Lost in our fantasies, unable to resist any longer, I cry out in ecstasy as my cum shoots onto the pavement below.

Riding the small high of orgasm, I slow down my movements but the need for Kara still remains.

My demons and I are in agreement – we need her, want her desperately. We will have her beneath us, on top of us, however we can get her.