Meanwhile, as Konrad drilled Selene's cunt, within one of the Heaven Warding Temple's most secretive chambers, a riveting, warlike woman clad in crimson armor sat crossed-legs.
Her hands clutched her cuisses, threatening to crush the goldy metal while protruding veins bulged on her temple and she bit her lower lip. Naturally, that woman was Blood Nether.
"Prof...ane...creature...oooh...damn you!"
Blood Nether groaned, letting a treasonous pleasure moan escape her full lips.
"See? Just two weeks of warm embraces and sexual delight and you already know how to refer to me proper. Now that's what I call progress."
Konrad, or rather, the Konrad-Devil within Blood Nether's heart chortled. In the weeks following their first clash, Konrad didn't give her a second of respite, wreaking and tormenting her from inside out. If at first a great show of willpower allowed Blood Nether to resist his internal assaults, she now only hung by a thread.
