044 WRATH AND LUST ENTWINED
"Will you join us too?" Leo asked Dassa, his voice tinged with surprise at her sudden involvement.
"Wouldn't miss it for a moment," Dassa replied with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Without hesitation, she undressed, her movements deliberate, and wrapped her arms around Blue Rose. Their bodies pressed together, drawn toward Leo like moths to a flame. Dassa's hands roamed across Blue Rose's skin, her fingers tracing every curve, lingering on her voluptuous breasts, each touch amplifying the already overwhelming sensations.
"Ahhh," Blue Rose moaned, her voice trembling with ecstasy as the pleasure consumed her.
But the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Faint, otherworldly whispers filled the air, mingling with their moans. Leo's form began to change, his body stretching and distorting as if something monstrous were emerging from within.
Blue Rose gasped, a mix of horror and exhilaration coursing through her as a dark presence enveloped them.
"What… what is this?" she asked, her voice trembling, torn between fear and an inexplicable thrill.
"Your true master, Lusifar. He's come for you," Dassa whispered, her voice dripping with malevolence. She held Blue Rose firmly, her grip unyielding.
"It's time to feel my wrath."
As the demon Lusifar took control of Leo's body, a shadowy figure loomed behind him, growing impossibly large. Blue Rose trembled as Dassa pushed her forward, forcing her toward the monstrous entity. The demon's enlarged, black phallus thrust into her, eliciting a scream of agony that nearly rendered her unconscious.
Lusifar had arrived, and he demanded his sacrifice.
A dark hymn began to form on Blue Rose's lips as she surrendered to the will of the creature before her. "We are the brides of Lusifar, divine…" she started to chant, her voice trembling.
But before she could finish, Dassa's hand struck with brutal precision. Her blade slashed across Blue Rose's mouth, silencing her in a cruel, vicious act.
"You don't get to sing to your orgasm, you bitch," Dassa hissed, her eyes blazing with malice.
Blue Rose's cries were muffled, her body limp as her life began to slip away. The ritual continued, the demon pounding into her relentlessly while Dassa tortured and defiled her body with her bloodthirsty blade.
The night was filled with screams, moans, and the sickening sounds of the ritual, culminating in a grim finale. Blue Rose's mutilated body was devoured completely by the demon, leaving no trace of her existence.
But Dassa's wrath was far from sated. She turned to Leo, her eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. "Dassa, are you—?" Leo began, but she cut him off, climbing onto him with feral intensity.
"I'm not done yet. My wrath demands more. You will quench it," she declared, her voice a low growl.
Without hesitation, she took control, sliding her naked body onto his demonic form. She moved with violent, explosive rhythms, her nails cutting into his skin as she clawed and slashed, channeling her fury in a way only she could.
Her wrath fed his lust, and together, they spiraled into a frenzy of pleasure and pain, their bodies entwined in a dark, primal dance.
Leo, now a vessel for Lusifar's dark powers, met her fury with equal intensity, their connection fueling the demon's insatiable hunger. The night stretched on, a chaotic symphony of desire, wrath, and destruction, as Dassa and Leo indulged in their darkest impulses, bound together by the demonic force that consumed them.
When her rage had finally stilled, Dassa leaned back, her chest heaving.
"Now you see why I can't fuck you before. My wrath demands too much from me, every time I indulge in pleasure I want to kill. If you didn't have a demon body you would be dead now."
Leo, still bound to Lusifar's power, gazed at her with understanding.
"Then let me be your escape. I shall fuck to your wrath, and you fuck to my lust. We are the perfect pair."
"We can't be together," she said, her tone sharp. "My feelings get too damn complicated around you. You weaken my wrath."
As Leo embraced the enraged Dassa, he sensed a bitter realization. This cruelty didn't belong to her, not to the woman he had once known.
This world, the Realm of Sins, with its twisted purpose had tainted her, filling her with wrath and shadows. Perhaps this world was more than a wicked game. Maybe it was built to strip away innocence, to transform the good into something monstrous, sinful.
Dassa was proof, and Leo was beginning to feel its poison, too.
And now, even if they returned to Earth, they could never be humans again- they have been turned into sinful demons.
"What comes next, then?" Leo asked, his voice low.
She looked at him, unwavering. "First, we'll get you through the beginner tier of this damn world."
"Power Leveling?"
Leo's magic didn't grow like others' in this world.
His power increased with blood and life sacrificed, while Lust fueled and replenished it. Devouring a Rose would not only amplify his magic but would also satisfy his need for Lust counters.
For him, the Roses were the ultimate offering to him.
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Leo and Dassa went on a rampage picking out the Roses one by one with wicked fervor until eventually there had their last Rose.
"That was the last Rose I bring to you to… fuck and devour," Dassa told Leo, a note of disappointment in her voice.
"Are you sure all of them fucking deserved it? To be killed like this?" Leo asked, a trace of conscience softening his tone. "Not every fucking Rose is evil, right?"
"Is it too late to regret?" she asked before adding, "These Roses?" Dassa spat, shaking her head.
"They all have blood on their hands, every one of them. The day they became a Rose, they already consumed a player, Madame la Rosa made sure of that."
Dassa's anger suddenly surged, and she struck Leo's chest repeatedly with clenched fists, venting her lingering wrath on him.
Without a word, Leo grabbed her, pulling her close and pressing his lips against hers. Dassa resisted at first, but slowly, she surrendered, letting her anger ease under his touch.
"Screw you," she muttered, catching her breath. "You lowered my fucking wrath counter."