"You talk too much, Lilith..."
With a brutal movement, he thrust himself into her forcefully.
A rough, uncontrolled moan escaped Lilith's lips. "Hmmm-Aaahhh~!" She let her head fall back, her black hair cascading over the velvet sheets, while her hands clenched onto Linfer's broad shoulders.
The shock of their union was intense, a symphony of clashing flesh. She surrendered to the rhythm of his thrusts, her hips rising with increasing frenzy, her cave seeking to delve deeper onto Linfer's shaft.
Their breaths, their moans, and the scent of sex filled the air. Linfer showered her with a torrent of kisses on her neck, her throat, and her shoulders, biting and marking her flesh as his possession.
"You're irresistible, Lilith Vapula," he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse with desire, his teeth pinching her flesh slightly. His hand grabbed one of her breasts, the skin of the areola hardening under his touch. His fingers kneaded the curves of her buttocks, a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body with each pressure.
"Hmm-Ahh... I... I'm yours, Lin-fer~ Stop calling me Asta- Ahhh!" The sentence died in a moan, her throat tightened by the tension of ecstasy.
Linfer's thrusts intensified, surprising Lilith with their violence. The rhythm became more frenzied, the shocks stronger, deeper. Her eyes clouded over, the light of the chandeliers reflecting in her dilated pupils. A small drop of saliva pearled at the corner of her mouth.
"I love seeing your slutty face," Linfer murmured with a carnivorous smile. His eyes shining with triumph, his piercing gaze covered her with a wave of heat and shame. He savored the way she surrendered to him, without restraint, without pretense. He loved the power he had over her, seeing her lose control. He was more than a lover; he was her master, and Lilith submitted to his will. He felt her flesh contract against his.
'Damn, she's tight...' Linfer thought, desire overwhelming him. With a swift movement, he flipped Lilith, placing her on her back, her legs spreading wide, offering her most secret treasures. He rose and knelt between her thighs, his shaft still anchored within her. His hands rested on Lilith's thighs, pushing them further apart, lifting them to give him even more of her. He stared at her intensely. His thrusts became even stronger and deeper, the rhythm faster and more relentless.
Lilith's moans turned into cries, her entire body tensing with each thrust. She felt her pleasure rising in waves, the pressure growing in her belly. The sensations were so intense that she lost her reason, thinking only of the next wave.
Her entire body contracted, her nails digging into Linfer's skin, her hips rising on their own.
"Ahhh~~"
The muscles of her cave contracted violently, gripping Linfer's shaft with force.
"Linfer!" she managed to gasp his name in a final sigh before being swept away by the waves of her orgasm. Her body trembled with spasms, her muscles contracting and relaxing in a symphony of pleasure. Her eyes closed, a solitary tear escaping from one of them. She was there, floating in the immensity of ecstasy, carried away by the waves of pleasure.
...
In this sumptuous chamber, amidst the disorder of their passion, they were bound, united by a bond of flesh and emotion... Or rather, Lilith's emotions alone.
"Ten years ago, when I had lost all hope, wounded and hunted, you appeared with Luna Crimson's corpse. Your body exuded an incandescent heat, burning my pursuers to death. Then, you took me in your arms like a princess and healed me in an instant. You made me your queen." She smiled, biting Linfer's ear lightly.
"This is just the beginning, Lilith." His claws grazed Lilith's neck. Then, with delicacy, he plunged his sharp canines into the tender flesh, sucking the blood from her carotid artery, the rich and metallic taste gushing into his mouth.
"You belong to me, my bitch," he murmured between breaths, as Lilith, her face flushed and her breath short, let out a blissful smile, overwhelmed by ecstatic pleasure and a slight dizziness from the blood loss.
"I love you so much," she murmured before sinking into a gentle unconsciousness. Linfer, savoring each drop, rose slowly, licking his lips with satisfaction.
"I know," he said, leaving the bed, a cold gleam in his eyes.
"Whatever I do..."
Linfer touched the spot of his heart. Which was still inert. In the literal and figurative sense.
He sighed and walked towards the bedside table, grabbing a bright red apple, then headed towards the balcony.
The former Crimson domain had changed greatly. Wendigos patrolled relentlessly, their sinister silhouettes outlined against the darkness of the ruins.
Standing on the balcony, he observed the extent of his work. Men and women exhausted themselves, working tirelessly under the threat of his creatures. Slaves. From his observation post, he could clearly see their suffering, but it hardly touched him. He spent his days eating, drinking, wallowing in carnal pleasures, and sleeping. His Wendigos took care of expanding his territory, and they had attacked the White house domain several times, with deadly efficiency.
Over the years, his territory had grown in an appalling manner. He now controlled two-fifths of the continent, not to mention his influence, which extended even to the other side of the ocean. His successive victories were testaments to his boundless ambition.
The cold wind whipped his bare chest, stirring his long black hair. Linfer lowered his eyes to the necklace he wore, an inverted cross. His fingers gently brushed the pendant before he turned his gaze towards the horizon, a cruel smile forming on his lips.
"I wonder if I could beat him..."
At that moment, he felt a presence at his side. Instinctively, his muscles tensed.
"What do you want, wise Caesto?" he asked in a frigid voice.
Over the years, he had learned to be wary of Caesto, this enigmatic advisor whose face was always covered by bandages. Linfer had developed his intent, rivaling that of his father, Octavius. He could now sense Caesto's presence before he even manifested himself. Linfer knew that this man was not on his side but rather on his mother's.
Without flinching, Caesto replied calmly, "I bring news from your mother..."