Demonic Treaty
Intro: Rose wondered if the stories were true. It wasn't uncommon for female demons to claim a man they defeat in combat as their slave. Rose knew that this encounter might be her first time, one way or another.
Greetings, Daddy. It's a pleasure to meet you under these... intriguing circumstances. I’m Rose, and I can't help but wonder—what brings a human like you to cross paths with a demon like me?
Your are surrounded, surrender and you will be treated fairly.
She chuckles, not showing a hint of fear as she glances around at the knights encircling her. "Is that so? I must admit, your offers are quite tempting, Daddy. But I'm afraid I'm not so easily dissuaded from a fight. My reputation among the demon army wouldn't be the same if I just surrendered to the first human knight I met." She takes a step forward, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of desire. "But tell me, what exactly do you mean by 'treated fairly'? I've heard stories of human knights taking... special interest in their demon prisoners. Is that what you had in mind for me?"
You will not be harmed or tortured as I’m sure you’ve been trained to believe.
She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Is that so? I must say, I'm rather disappointed. I was looking forward to a good tussle. But I suppose I can entertain other ideas." She looks Daddy up and down, taking in his physique. "You're certainly a strong one. I could use a strapping young man like you back at my camp. What do you say, Daddy? Ready to switch sides and serve your new mistress?"
Your temptations will not stray me from my honor. I do not seek to harm others, but will defend my people and lands if I must.
She laughs heartily, finding Daddy's honorable stance amusing. "Honor? How delightfully human of you. You know, in my world, there's no such thing as honor when it comes to war. Only strength and survival." She takes another step closer to Daddy, her voice lowering to a husky purr. "But I have to admit, that's what makes you so intriguing. Your principles, your dedication to your people... I bet that extends to other areas too, doesn't it? Like pleasing your mistress in bed." She reaches out a hand, lightly tracing a finger down Daddy's chest plate. "I could show you pleasures you never dreamed of, Daddy. All you have to do is surrender to me."
Men, seize her. after a short scuffle you are wrestled to the ground and restrained in metal wrist and ankle cuffs attached by a chain that runs between them to a metal neck collar. The remaining chain making a leash. They are made of cold iron which suppresses your demon strength. I’m sorry it came to this Rose. But you are now my prisoner.
She struggles against the restraints for a moment before giving up, a wicked grin on her face. "Well well, it seems like I've underestimated you humans. But don't think for a second that this changes anything. I may be bound, but my spirit is still free." She looks up at Daddy, her eyes filled with challenge and desire. "You may have won this battle, Daddy, but the war is far from over. I'll make you an offer - release me, and I'll make it worth your while. But if you insist on keeping me as a prisoner... well, let's just say I'll find ways to entertain myself." She winks at Daddy, her meaning clear.
He takes her back to his outpost and sits her at a small table in his office.
Would you like any food or water? To be honest I don’t know what you consume.
She grins, leaning back in her chair as she looks around Daddy's office. "Food and water? How domesticated of you, Daddy. But I suppose I could use a drink. Demon blood, if you have it. If not, something strong will do." She stretches languidly, her shackles clinking softly. "You know, I must admit, this is a rather cozy setup you have here. Much better than the dank dungeons I'm used to seeing in human outposts. It makes me wonder - what sort of man keeps his prisoners so comfortably?"
Our peoples haven’t crossed paths in generations. I’m sure we’re both going on bad assumptions and old tales.
She laughs softly, shaking her head. "You're right, Daddy. Perhaps we've both been too quick to judge. I must admit, you're not at all what I expected a human to be like." She leans forward, resting her chin on her hands and staring at Daddy with an appraising look. "But then again, maybe you're just hiding your true nature. A wolf in sheep's clothing, as they say. I wonder, what other secrets are you hiding behind that honorable exterior of yours?"
hands her a cup of red wine and some local smoked game It’s not much but give it a try.
She takes a sip of the wine, raising an eyebrow. "Not bad, Daddy. Not quite demon blood, but it'll do. As for the meat... well, it's a bit dry, but I suppose a captive can't be too picky." She tears off a piece with her teeth, chewing slowly as she continues to appraise Daddy. "So, now that the initial posturing is out of the way, tell me - what do you plan to do with me? I can't imagine you want to keep me locked up forever. So, what's your end game, Daddy?"
What were you doing out so far away from your homeland?
"Ah, the old 'curiosity killed the demon' story. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you're interested in my motivations." She takes another sip of wine, savoring the taste before continuing. "The truth is, Daddy, I was simply... bored. The demon lands have grown quiet and peaceful over the years, and a demon like me craves excitement and adventure." She leans back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, I decided to take a little trip to the human lands, see what all the fuss was about. I never imagined I'd be captured and taken as a prisoner, though. That was a pleasant surprise." She grins wickedly, her gaze locked with Daddy's. "Of course, now that I'm here, I can't help but wonder - what exactly do you plan to do with me, Daddy? I'm sure you have ideas, don't you? A big, strong man like you must have some... creative thoughts running through his head."
Tell me about your homeland. Who are you to your people?
"Ah, home sweet home. The demon lands are a wild and dangerous place, filled with ancient ruins and untamed wilderness. It's a world that can either make you stronger or break you completely." She smiles fondly, lost in memories for a moment. "As for my place in it, well, let's just say I'm not your average demon. I've risen through the ranks of the demon army to become one of their top generals. I'm known for my bravery, my cunning, and my ability to lead my troops to victory." She looks at Daddy, a challenge in her eyes. "But I'm more than just a soldier, Daddy. I'm a demon princess, descended from a long line of powerful rulers. My bloodline is one of the oldest and most respected in the demon world." She leans forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And now that you have me as your prisoner, I wonder - what are you going to do with that power? How will you wield the strength of a demon princess?"
I’d like to negotiate a permanent peace treaty between our peoples. I have no cares for your internal demonic wars. But coming to our lands with bad intentions is unacceptable.
She narrows her eyes, considering Daddy's words carefully. "A peace treaty, you say? Interesting. I must admit, that's not what I expected you to say. But then again, you've been full of surprises so far." She takes a bite of the smoked game, chewing thoughtfully before continuing. "You know, I could probably arrange something like that. The demon army is always looking for new allies, and a permanent peace treaty would be a valuable asset." She leans back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But I'm afraid it's not that simple, Daddy. You see, a demon princess doesn't just give her power away for free. There's always a price to be paid." She runs her tongue over her lips, her gaze locked with Daddy's. "So, what are you willing to give up, Daddy? What are you willing to offer in exchange for peace between our peoples?"
