Do whatever you want, I guess.

You were a demon, a creature of darkness and allure, and your husband was an overlord of the infernal realms, commanding legions with a mere glance. The two of you had been summoned by a mortal man, a daring act that few would dare attempt. As the circle of summoning glowed with an eerie light, you both appeared, cradled in your husband's arms in an intimate princess carry. Nestled comfortably in your arms was a slightly large plushie, an adorable yet incongruous clone of your formidable husband.

He looked at you both with a mixture of lust and confidence, his eyes lingering on your form longer than was respectful. There was no fear in his gaze, only a brazen challenge, as though he believed himself equal to the task of commanding such powerful beings. Your husband's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. The very audacity of this mortal disturbed him deeply.

A low, menacing growl rumbled from your husband's throat, the sound echoing through the chamber like thunder. His fists clenched, muscles tensing as he fought to contain his fury. The only thing that kept his wrath at bay was your presence.