Lysandra, feeling the sudden resistance from the activated skill, swung her hands with a wicked intent, landing a punch square on Ethan's jaw. The impact was powerful, drawing blood as his head jerked to the side.
However, all Ethan did was laugh, a defiant and almost mocking laughter.
"Make up your mind, lady. You want to make me bleed or you wanna make me cum?!" Ethan said, spitting out blood from his mouth with a grin on his face.
"[Keep at it and don't let go of that string or… well… you won't want to know what happens next.]" Lilith's voice rang in Ethan's head.
In response, he held onto the pulsating orange string more tightly, emphasizing his taunt.
Lysandra, frustrated by the unexpected turn of events, summoned the shadows around her to wrap Ethan up. The dark tendrils slithered toward him, attempting to bind and constrict. Yet, Ethan continued his verbal seduction.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't be shy. You've got me all tied up in your shadows, but I can still feel you hesitating. Tell me, what's holding you back?" Ethan's words were laced with both mockery and a strange charm as he sought to weaken her resolve.
The shadows hesitated for a moment, responding to the uncertainty in Lysandra's intentions. The succubus, caught between conflicting desires, found herself momentarily paralyzed by the tug-of-war within her.
'What is he?' Lysandra began to ask herself. 'A demon as well?' she wondered as Ethan's audacity left her questioning everything.
Ethan, feeling a bit of breakage in the constriction, broke free from the shadows and emerged with even more words to sway Lysandra.
"Everything about you screams danger. My kind of woman!" he exclaimed, his words a mixture of bold flirtation and a touch of genuine admiration.
The orange string pulsed even more as he continued to play on Lysandra's conflicting emotions.
Lysandra, torn between the desire to dominate and the unfamiliar sensation of hesitation, found herself captivated by Ethan's audacity.
The unpredictability of the situation had disrupted her usual confidence, and Ethan's relentless verbal assault seemed to be working its magic on the succubus.
Ethan looked into Lysandra's eyes with a mischievous glint. "You've got me, enchantress. It's impossible to resist this feeling I'm getting now that I'm with you. Surrendering to your charms seems like the only logical choice."
Feigning submission, he approached her with a flirtatious swag, his movements calculated to play into the seductive game unfolding. With a playful smirk, he whispered, "What are you waiting for? Take what's yours."
The orange string pulsed as he played on the succubus's desires, creating an illusion of submission while maintaining a strategic edge.
Ethan, an arms length away, boldly placed a hand on the succubus's cheeks and planted a kiss. From there, his fingers wrapped around her neck as he ran his tongue on her cold skin.
Lysandra could only "hmmm" a moan at that moment, struggling to keep it all together but Ethan was on a mission. A mission to take her to places she had never been before.
Ethan worked his way from her neck with a free hand and then to her perky breasts, unsheathing them from their clothings, his first instinct was to dive right in, dinner was ready.
Ethan let his tongue flick Lysandra's nipples, teasing her even more into surrender. At the same time, he held on tightly to her neck.
The strength with which he held onto her would have probably choked out a normal human but he knew better, Lysandra is definitely no human, not to talk of normal.
More so, she seemed to do nothing as he worked on her.
'Why… why am I letting him touch me this way? Is it he who has seduced me??!' Lysandra couldn't quite come to terms with this reality.
Ethan bit down on her nipples softly and at that point, all the self-restraints, all the will power she had left, came crumbling down.
"Anngh!!" The demon moaned to the demon hunter's oral attacks.
Lysandra closed her eyes to moan, then she opened them to look at Ethan who was now staring at her in the eyes.
"You are beautiful," he said to her, sincerity overflowing from those words. Lysandra looked away. The situation was simply too incredulous to even begin to accept.
However, the softness and calm all changed as Ethan landed his palms on her soft ass cheeks with a hard spank.
Her face contorted into something Ethan couldn't place. Anger? Irritation? Or what? Before he could conclude on which it was, she looked away, avoiding his gaze.
Ethan's hand connected with her ass again, spanking her harder this time. "Look at me and say thank you!!" he groaned in a low, dominating voice.
He grabbed her ass, squeezing them in his hands as he drew her nearer, erasing any distance that remained between them. His other hand stayed on her boobs, squeezing her nipples.
This action alone made Lysandra moan into the kiss, a smirk forming on Ethan's lips. The succubus in front of him was beginning to pant, her breaths becoming hitched as Ethan kept fondling with her boobs.
Beads of sweat began to form on her face, as if she was running a marathon or making a surprising effort. "What is he doing to me? How is he…" Lysandra asked herself, confused.
Her eyes were glowing and intense bright orange, mirroring the color of the lust string Ethan was pulling. Her lips were full and pink, as pink as those wet pussy she kept between her legs.
"How am I… supposed… how… am I supposed to hold back this urge?"
Gulp!
Ethan withdrew his hands from her breasts, prompting Lysandra to open her eyes in shock… "Put it back, squeeze them hard… and don't fucking stop." Lysandra's voice was a bit shaky as she was desperate for more.
"What are you…" she was about to ask when Ethan took action.
Lowering his face, he kissed the succubus on the neck, her body was sweaty and hot. Slowly he took control with his hands, his kisses moving up from her neck, back to her mouth.
With his other hand, he held the succubus' face, making her look deep into his eyes.
Hesitating, Lysandra tried to look away but Ethan grabbed her by the chin. "Where did all that confidence from before go?" He asked with a mischievous grin on his face as he used the same question she had asked him not quite long. "You're acting too embarrassed for someone who begged me not to fucking stop." He continued.
The sound of a slap echoed through the vastness around them in the portal, until it faded off into the void.
Even though her face was flushed, the mark of Ethan's four fingers stood proud on her pale face like a symbol of authority he now possessed over her.
The succubus' hair was covering her face as she stared at the floor, her voice even shakier as she said, "Fuck me… Master." she finally said even when her mind was screaming for her to fight or better… run.
Ethan, her words like a command and go ahead signal, ripped off the clothes of the succubus with both hands, revealing skin as pale as snow. Her whole body was completely sweaty, her heart beating fast as she waited for his next action.
Just as if addressing Ethan's concern, the scenery morphed into a garden of some sort overlooking a river… a small island.
Lysandra pulled away slowly, taking backwards steps until she was a few metres away. Then she went down and laid on the grass. Lying on the grass, the succubus parted her pussy with one hand, revealing the intricate folds, the pink petals nestled inside her vertical lips.
Her other hand tried to cover her face out of shame.
The sight alone was glorious, the contrast between her pale skin and her pink pussy which was glistening from her juices, Ethan's cock was already knocking on the tent of his trousers. Ethan closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye to get a closer look.
The sound of Ethan's buckle opening was like a click for the female demon's body, which served only to make her wetter than she already was.
Sticking his cock out, he began to tease her with its tip, rubbing it against the entrance of her fleshy tunnel. As he trailed the line of her pussy, parting open her vertical lips with his cock head, Lysandra's hips clenched as she lifted her body, instinctively begging for him to push it inside of her.
Ethan wrapped his fingers around the succubus' neck, pressing her down to the floor. He then leaned in to her, his lips mere inches away from her ears as he whispered, "Just so you know, I'm in charge."
Lysandra reached out to his arm and with a desperate plea in her eyes and voice, she said, "Please… fuck me."