The silence was eerie. Bryce could feel the air getting thicker as the tension rose. He knew that this woman, this demoness, did not care for his games. The scars that were permanently marked upon his flesh were evidence enough of that. However, as quickly as the tension had rose, it had faded by a single movement of the crimson's body.<br/><br/>A sigh of relief escaped Bryce as the back of female came into his view, his body slumping from the releasing of the air from his chest. This was one of the few times he was free from the vixen's gaze, and he was going to cherish every second of it. Despite the tough composure Bryce had been holding since he had been approached by the woman back in the main hall, he couldn't deny that her presence caused an unbalance in his nerves. He knew what she was, an unholy creature who took pleasure in bringing pain. Her seductive form could never fool him of that, despite the rising of his arousal. Still, his heart pounded at the thought of what she could do to him in the current form he was in. She was unpredictable, much like his true form, and he never knew what to do next. Bryce made his moves regardless, but it was a true miracle he had survived this long. He knew it was because of his darker side that she had any interest in him at all, but for what purpose did she desire it?<br/><br/>There wasn't much time to focus on questions as Bryce needed to figured out a plan of attack. Yes, the demoness' back was turned to him, but he knew better. She was daring him to make an attempt at escape, mocking him by the showing of her backside. In the wild, turning on a beast was usually a sign of disrespect. People were often mauled by lions, tigers, and wolves with such actions. It was clear, the woman wasn't worried, and probably wanted an excuse to apply some more 'discipline'. Maybe if he wasn't so defiant, Bryce could have saved himself from her tortures, but it wasn't in his nature, no matter the disadvantages.<br/><br/>As the flames appeared, Bryce found his eyes locking onto them momentarily. {{That's a nifty trick.}} He thought. It certainly was, but what the flames revealed from the darkness was far more intriguing, at least to a certain side of him... A more primal side. Maybe it was the fact that his temptress had already gotten Bryce's body started, but the way the light complimented the redness of her exotic skin had an overwhelming effect on the part of his body he couldn't control the most. It was like he had three personalities at that moment, but two of them were teaming up against him. Bryce closed his eyes, taking as deep a breath as he possibly could. His heart, which had been racing since he awoke, was now quickening for a whole other reason. If he was lucky, it would burst, and he'd be free from the nightmare he currently resided in. Although, being a lycan, he'd just wind up in another layer of hell. One not as appealing to his loins as the second.<br/><br/>Re-opening brown eyes, Bryce managed to calm his body down a bit. He needed control if he wanted a chance at freedom. Giving into his temptations was not an option, no matter how satisfying it would have been. The man would have to force himself to find the demonic witch unattractive. Convince his mind, as well as his swollen member, to be repulsed by her curvaceous hips that lead into the slim waist which held up her voluptuous mounds. To despise the almondesque gaze he had been battling since arrival, knowing many men had gotten lost in it, fallen prey to it, given their lives, souls just to be noticed by it. To want to bite upon full lips rather than suckle them... Actually, he was sure she'd rather enjoy that, as well as himself, both lycan and man.<br/><br/>Bryce's inner conflict seemed to keep him from noticing the materials that had been revealed by the removal of the curtain. Despite his own warnings, his eyes were only upon the vivacious woman as she remained with her back turned to him. He could not truly tell what was going on behind the blockage of her wings. Only the sound of the scampering imp and hooking of metal clasps gave subtle hints. The gold only came into his view when she had turned to face him, but deep down, whether he'd admit it or not, his only desire was to have at what lied underneath.<br/><br/>Like a man in a trance, Bryce stood completely still as the bodacious female approached. As much as his mind told him it was wrong, his eyes couldn't stop from drinking in her erotic form. The gold was a perfect compliment to her crimson flesh, the ankh between her legs fascinating him the most. Yes, it had something to do with what lied behind it, but he had heard theories of the use of the ankh in ancient times, the ones of the sexual nature inquiring his mind the most. Still, theories were theories, and didn't seem all that relevant at that moment. It was hard to focus on anything else but the demoness before him.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, Bryce thought about backing away, but where could he retreat to? The exit to the room was on the other side of woman was now face to face with. He could strike her, but he had seen her quickness before, doubting his blow would be able to land in his human form. The man needed to think of something, some way to escape. He didn't want to give into his desires, give in to her. The lycan knew what she wanted at that moment. He could smell it on her, smell the sexual pheromones she naturally gave off, the moistening of her sex as her arousal grew. It had been so long since his blood was hot with the desire to satisfy his own sexual appetite... Then, he felt it. The familiar caress upon his aching cock that had been restricted by confines of his clothing that still remained. From that moment, Bryce couldn't see himself turning back. He was putty in her hands, literally.<br/><br/>This was the first time Bryce was truly docile. His eyes became low-lid as he watched the other hand of his temptress break the shackles that had restrained him for his entire time in the second layer, glancing back up at her face to catch her black eyes while her slender throat emitted a soothing purr. It was only natural for one of his own to follow.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>“… I am better. I am stronger. And  have a different goal then they do. Why take what could be given freely?”</em></strong></div><br/>Upon hearing the woman's words, Bryce was beginning to get a sense of what she truly wanted. As talented as she was with her hands, he could tell she wanted to use them for more dangerous purposes, and that the slaves, not just himself, were required for said purpose. In truth, Bryce did not like being used for someone else's gain if he wasn't getting anything out of it. He wanted to disagree right away before she could get any farther, but he couldn't do it. She was too quick, quick to please his body as if the key to quelling his defiant nature rested within his manhood that she manipulated within her grasp. Usually, Bryce was a better man. He had more control, and as much as he actually did want the seductive crimson, he could fight her off. However, the beast had other plans, and was beginning to take over, forcing Bryce to hold his tongue.<br/><br/>As the demoness leaned into the lycan's neck, another purr bellowed forth, louder than the two that he previously emitted. His scent was beginning to change, becoming more musky with each passing moment, the strongest point coming from his crotch, which became more apparent once freed. He purred again upon feeling her feminine fingers gripping his girth, the thick appendage twitching in response. It was easy to tell the beast was pleased, not that there was much doubt. He felt her hand take his, but showed no resistance as she brought it to her breast. Their eyes met once more, but this time there was a notable difference as Bryce's now contained a yellowish hue. The beast was shutting out the man more and more, and it let the woman know by squeezing the breast she had offered to him, kneading it as she arched closer, giving a smirk to show his own fangs. If it wasn't for the gold, he might have played with her nipples as well.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>“I did not take you to be my slave. I took you to be my warrior. The Beast howls within you, you who are not wholly human. Stay my side, and the Beast and the man can become one.”</em></strong></div><br/>The woman knew how to speak to the beast, and he was more than intrigued with her proposition. It saw her words as a chance for its freedom. It had waited 3 years for such a chance. She moved, and the space that separated them was non-existent as he felt the softness of her crimson skin, as well as the cold of the gold, up against the hard muscles of his torso. His hand was still around her breasts, while his other wrapped around her back to keep her there. He wanted her to feel the heat rising within his body, as well as notice the changes that were to come. They would've come sooner, but Bryce was fighting the monster every second.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>“I can, and will, offer you your freedom, if you fight for me. Fight with me. I give you this offer, this body, my strength, my Power, once. Refuse me.. and you will know my full wrath.”</em></strong></div><br/>The beast didn't say anything. He couldn't, not having much knowledge of forming words in the human language. That was Bryce's strength. His forehead leaned against the demoness', gold staring into black as and it was clear that he had grown a few inches taller within the brief moments since he had taken over Bryce's body. The muscles in his chest began to contort as they grew against the flat stomach of the curvaceous vixen within his growing arm, practically squishing her bosom against himself. The hand that was at her breast had left, trailing up her neck. His entire palm had grown, able to wrap fully around her throat. If he wanted to, he could snap her neck like a twig. Yes, she was strong, but her body was frail in comparison to his at that moment. She'd still feel pain if he wished to strike and vice versa. Luckily, for her, the beast's agenda didn't involve hurting her. His thumb caressed her jawline, making sure not to scratch her with his growing claws, then made it's way to her bleeding lip, pulling it down slightly. His tongue stretched out, now becoming elongated, and licked up her blood. It was as if the wolf was pledging itself to her whether Bryce agreed or not.<br/><br/>With that, the flood gates for the lycan's transformation opened, Bryce finally stopping his resistance. A grin formed, and the change which was going by minutes, happened within mere seconds. His nose began to stretch, forming a snout, while his teeth became razor sharp, and his ears became pointed atop his head. The moving of bones within his body could be heard, as his veins appeared to be on the verge of exploding around his body while his muscles everywhere began to expand. A black fur started to grow from his skin, tickling the skin of the female he held, especially her sex as the growing of his leg caused her legs to part further as she rubbed against him. The hand on the woman's back traveled down, letting his claws dig into the plumpness of her ass before gripping it tight so that she couldn't move away from his leg. Due to his increase in height, she was about a foot up in the air, so he needed to support her regardless. The most notable change, however, was within her hand. The woman went from stroking a human's manhood to the cock of a beast as it size increased exponentially in both length and girth, a knot forming as well.<br/><br/>However, not all of the beast's attention was on the woman he held. The gaze of the lycan was locked on the imp in the distance of the room with the color. His breath was deep, heavy as he began to snarl at the puny creature, some slobber falling from his clenched jaw as his teeth showed. He lashed out with a growl, almost giving the impression that he was going to drop the immortal in an attempt to kill the bearer of the collar. There the beast was, finally awaken. The demoness got what she wanted. The question now was, what did she intend to do now that he had arrived? The evidence of what the beast wanted was within her grip,  the tip of the now massive length leaking of pre-cum.