Massacre

Screams and shouts of terror rent the air as Aldric hurriedly donned the rest of his clothes. His plan had never involved getting into bed with Islinda—or rather, the succubus demon in disguise. If he had been on alert, perhaps the intruders wouldn't have gotten this far into his castle.

"Where are you going?" Azula asked as the dark Fae prince snatched a double-edged paragon spear from its place on the wall.

Aldric didn't respond directly. "I'm barricading this room," he said, his tone clipped. "Stay put. After I'm done, we can talk—clothed." His gaze flicked over her brazen, naked form with a mix of irritation and caution.

Azula smiled brazenly. What was wrong with being naked? She loved being naked. Azula was very, very comfortable in her skin.

"Perhaps, take me with you," she suggested, her voice a purr.