THERE'S A BIG, BLUE SKY WAITING RIGHT BEHIND THE CLOUDS.
....
"They should be ready to face the consequences of their actions at the very least, and accept them. But..."
Her pupils flicker with annoyance. "If these vermin try to harm you three, the children, or the orphanage in any capacity, break them. They will be left alive for their families, but they don't need to enjoy the luxuries of life any longer."
Daidara turns around. "I'll have that done, Lady Esdeath."
"Oh, and Daidara?" Esdeath calls out with a smile.
"Yes?"
"Terminate all my appointments and meetings henceforth, and if there are any offenders who think better than my wishes, burn them... figuratively, of course. And while I have you here, send a message that I won't be disturbed for the entire rest time, and my room is not to be visited by anyone for any reason."
Daidara nods dutifully and leaves.
Exhaling a faint sigh, Esdeath climbs out of her chair and looks at the city once again.
The light from the stars fails to reach due to the high mountain being this high, but her skin remains as fair and supple in the darkness as it would glow under sunlight. Her blue eyes possess a charm beyond the capabilities of foxy and catty women. Her body is the definition of perfection. Nothing seems out of place for her. Her full breasts and wide hips are covered by a midnight dress with leaf-like edges lined with a blue shade. The strapless and form-fitting dress hangs from her breasts as it barely contains them.
Her cleavage has a natural, pink flush at all times, as if her body is in a constant state of desire. A constant invitation to the lover she looks for. A perpetual consent of her body to only those whom she sees fit. The neck of the dress plunges deep toward her stomach and reveals her navel. Around her neck is a mix of a scarf and a choker with flower-like ends and the same color scheme. Two flower-like ornaments dress her hair as her blue hair flows down to her back freely.
But her vibrant blue eyes are no more.
"The place feels dull... oh, how I wish to see him. But... my presence next to him, my sight over him... even when I am not aware of how he looks, I'm quite fervent in my desire to get him." The corner of her eye twitches.
Yet, a heated sigh escapes her lips as she recalls yesterday's events. Setting her glass aside, Esdeath walks out of the room and makes her way to the familiar dark hall, dressed in a faint pink glow that tends to stir the desire of many.
Instead of going to the much filthier room that no longer serves her any purpose, she makes her way to her actual bedroom.
A place of rest that has never been marked by her desires. Her sanctuary of peace that she had wanted to keep as such until... a special occasion.
"Hahahaha! That's all you got? I won't escape, you say?" His loud claims as he spilled his blood. His boisterous laugh as he cleaved through his enemy. And the fiery glint of passion in his eyes as he claimed—
"AND WHO DECIDED THAT?"
It took her breath away. She loved every moment of him, even when she didn't know who he was, just her fantasies and dreams. The sight of him getting injured stirred her heart but excited her nonetheless. She wanted to see him get hurt and then stand, overcome what stands in front of him. She wanted to see him bleed and smile. She wanted him... in his truest form. A warrior. A monster. A Madman. A bloodthirsty man. Hers.
She enters her remarkably smaller bedroom. She feels such a setting much more comfortable unlike the expansive one where she would, at times, entertain fellow Generals or shit head Nobels for a favor that would further the development of her power.(Not Sexual) (not for her part at least)
But...
Those days are behind her~
Her icy blue eyes glimmer with brimming lust and desire.
'Love~ Love! My love~!' She glides across the floor with her dress slipping down her body naturally to reveal her true form underneath. The recollection of his battle makes her warm and moist. Her lower body itches with need.
His touch against her shoulders almost sent her into a euphoric state. His breath against her skin made her want to suck his lips at once. His smile, his playful banters, and even his insistence on hearing her foolish dreams made her want to show him the best time of his life on any corner of the street. As long as they are together.
His words fill her heart and soul. Her mind plays no valuable role now.
'Oh? So? Bitches don't have values until collared, so I hear?' (Her Dreams, yes she is like that)
"Indeed," she moans breathlessly as she curls into her bed under her clean blankets to mark this place under the name of her lover whos's name she isn't aware of, "Collar me, dear~! Pull on my neck!" she gasps her fingers find their way to her moist snatch that can no longer find excitement in anything but her love, "Forget everyone, I'll be your maid and your most devout woman! Collar me and use me as you see fit!"
Her fingers rub her clit fervently. The wet sound of her dripping juices in such cold weather didn't affect her, smacking against her fingers to fill her room as she imagines her fingers to be his... rougher and thicker digits.
'Make you my slut?' He would say into her ear with heated passion. The warmth in his breath would tickle her as he would abuse her clit more. It's his to abuse as he would right claim, 'You already are my slut since the moment I laid my eyes on you.
No the moment you are born into this world. My bitch. My love. Mine.' He would claim in absolute possession. He will take her for himself. No other will ever be near her. None other shall have her. 'Naver' Only he would use her as he sees fit from now and the rest of her eternity.
"Yes! Love!" Esdeath moans into her pillow as her digits slip into her moist and divine folds, "I wish I were still a Virgin. I wish I could reincarnate into a pure one for you.
Even though she was still a Virgin but she lost her hymen during one of her fight which she still regrets.
But... I will make up for it day and night for all eternity. I will show you how good my passion is~! Hnnngh~!" She flushes as 'he' finds her sweet spot and attacks her without a care.
'He' whispers.
'Make up for it? Who else will? You'll remain mine, won't you?'
"Yes~!" she replies with a sharp gasp as he slips in his third digit.
World isn't like at most; it's only partially right she does something like that, I'll probably just leave. No point in being the guy who thinks he can change the girl of his dreams.'
This is what he spoke of her.
These words are meant for her. These are his desires for her!
"I won't! I won't hurt anyone!" She shudders and curls up as she imagines him leaving her with a look of distaste, "I want you love~! But..."
She imagines herself in his arms, "Change me. Twist me. Ravish me. Numb me!" She chants breathlessly. His fingers continue to abuse her folds. Ruthlessly he would stir her icy pussy with intimate knowledge of her weakest spots. Spots that she never knew she had easily.
"I want you to taint me~! Shower me in your colors so that I'm free!" She shrieks as her thighs tighten around her hand while she climaxes with a jet of squirt that drenches her bedsheet with a damp spot.
Her breathing eases for a moment. The lilac hue in her irides reverts to pure blue but she eventually licks her lips.
'Not enough. My love will punish me for all eternity without rest... I need to prepare~ I need to ready myself~!'
And thus, she plunges again, this time, fantasizing about the man having her way right behind her Empror's back. Her daddy would claim her without her 'Mama's' knowledge.
And she will be his bitch daughter who's always looking for a way to get her daddy's rod inside.
On a distant night, high above the city, right behind the rebels, locked in a room, tied in chains while he have his fun with his other lovers, now at last he is now marked for her and her beloved, the ice goddess gasps, moans, and squeaks, "Yes! Yes~ love~! I'll be your little princess! ~Your little Bitch~! Your Slut!!~"
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*Jinwoo Pov*
"Shivers" I don't know why something sends chills down my spine,
As I looked around to see if someone was looking at me, but again nobody was there and even my senses didn't detect anything.
"Again Fuck" Bam! I threw the book that was in my hands, Now what the fuck is happening again why do I feel chills.
And even those I can understand what they are saying I can't seem to read the written language here. And it's just about one language as I try to read everything that was here but to my bad luck I couldn't read the shit. They are just a bunch of letters for me.
But thankfully I was able to find something resembling the map of this place and if it's not drawn wrong then I am 50% sure that I have jumped.
And I can say this by the fact that how big the map was, and it had many blank spaces showing that many places in this world are explored with quite few place marks as nothing but vast empty lands.
Even though I can't read the man, at least I can understand most shit on the map.
So with the map in my hands I prepped to leave the place towards this empire but suddenly I heard shouts and war cries.
This all got me curious enough that I promenade towards the place of fight. On the way I saw a bunch of old people with kids hidden in different places in the city. Trying to keep themselves safe. But they all knew if they lost most of them would either die children would be sold into slavery but not before the girls would getting rap*d a crime I hate the most.
That's the reason why I wanted to live the city as soon as possible as if this happened in front of my eyes I knew I would interfere.
Which I wanted to avoid at any cost. Especially when I am not even aware of what the other party has to offer. As if all I know they could have god's or even worse things on their sides.
I knew this wasn't fair. And I am a very hypocritical person who couldn't stand his own principles.
Yes it was hypocritical of me, but I was a man of reason who knows that principles aren't more valuable than my own life, I didn't have the luxury of power to follow my own set of laws.
Especially when I am in an unknown world and for all intents purpose all I know they could be the same after all they were savages and they could do the same with the other side.
And these are just a bunch of theories that my sick mind could come up with.
Mighty strength, immense power, immeasurable riches and the most beautiful women, isn't that what everyone strives for? Hypocrites will condemn such desires, but no matter how a person runs away from the truth, all this is just a selfish way to achieve the cherished peace of the soul.
Absolutely everyone wants to be on top. Past, present: sometimes life changes too suddenly, you won't have time to look back, and you have reached your final point. In the past, I didn't even try, although I understood my true nature.
This was my main mistake and perhaps the only reason why I saved so much strength for an unlimited future. Thoughts, ambitions and unfulfilled dreams, like an endless mountain peak, rose above me and, it would seem, I should lose, surrender and remain the same greedy and unsatisfied person. After all, without strength, how can you cross a mountain? That's just ... The wish came true! Although, a little differently, not at all as planned ... "
So the preservation of my life is the most important thing if it's a battle that I can't win, like to run and fight the same battle another day.
I survive cuz I strive.
As I stood in front of the battle what is saw wasn't a war but a slaughter as the tribe was fighting with unbelievable odds.
As for every tribe member there were 100 people that they needed to kill if they wanted to have any chance of winning.
So as expected they were dying like flies. So I just trekked forward deep into the defense lines to where I listened to the sounds of feminine laughter. While avoiding all the bloodshed
I started walking in the direction of the most commotion, and along with it I heard the sound of someone laughing hysterically in Yandere's voice.
Which really gave me chills but as the saying goes curiosity killes the cat.
On the way I saw some truly disturbing sense. Like a woman pulling a man's guts out and starts to consume it, then getting killed by what seems to be an 1800s gun.
Or under the dark shade of a piles of dead bodies near the dunker dead bodies lay the lifeless the form of a drummer boy, apparently not more than 15 years of age, flax and hair and eyes of blue and form of delicate mold as I approached him I stooped down and as I did so I perceived a bloody Mark upon his forehead. It showed where the leaden messenger of death had produced the wound that caused his death.
His lips were compressed, his eyes half open, a bright smile played upon his countenance by his side lay his tenor drum never to be tapped again so this is utterly haunting and poignant for any normal human of my time.
But for me it wasn't anything more than something unsettling and unpleasant to look at. I got used to blood and killing this was still too much in my eyes.
But still I continue to step forward now in blood red ice due to the blood of many willing people.
Oncs there I had wide eyes, I just couldn't believe… what was in front of me. i was astounded.
I stood there for a few moments, completely stunned. "O My God!!!!"
I looked at the poster girl of the Empire.
And... words do her no justice.
Her icy blue hair seemingly reflects light ever so slightly, making her silky smooth tresses feel like a freezing cold. Her deep sea blue pupils are lit in silent curiosity, just like my own. For a moment, his pair of blue-white eyes hold her steady with a gaze.
Her skin is every bit fair as an elf's. She should be 19 this year but she's got the body of a 25-year-old young woman. Not that I cared. Stuff like age rarely matters here when 10 and 12-year-olds eagerly throw themselves in dungeons to die.
Wearing her iconic military dress, General's apparel with long sleeves with buttons on the upper arms, a blue scarf on her neck and high-heeled boots. She also has a tattoo on her chest, which is a sign of her Teigu. I can see more of her due to her positioning, allowing me to realize that the short skirt dress reveals most of her thighs, too. A rapier hangs around her waist.
"..."
I swallowed, yes I was lost for words.
I never thought beauty standards could change this drastically for me. Here the girl turned out to be just a heavenly beauty with gorgeous breasts and a luxurious body. Her face and lavender eyes simply did not leave a chance to any man.
"God ..." I swallowed again, realizing that this beautiful woman was in my grasp and was standing in front of me.
Just to confirm it, I pitched my cheek hard enough that it could leave a mark for a few seconds. Yes, this wasn't one of my horny dreams.
She was real, as real as they come by, and I will say the 2d world didn't do her justice. To describe the beauty in front of me I would say one word stunning, she took my breath away.
Yes, it was her, the Ice Goddess "Esdeath," the antagonist of Akame Ga Kill.
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Suggest me some good danger beasts and some good Tengu users.