A dark eye.
Iris, pupil, and sclera were indistinguishable from one another.
The darkness filling them seemed to stretch infinitely deep.
A distance that couldn't be crossed.
A window that had been closed shut, on which she could see her own reflection perfectly.
"Mark?"
She wanted him to talk.
She wanted him to say something.
Elisa realized that he had been quiet all this time. That would have preferred him talking.
She wanted him to appease her worries.
He didn't.
His finger pushed further against her lower lips.
She immediately moved to get his hand off, fighting against the bodily pleasure.
But before she could reach, he roughly grabbed her wrist with his other hand, pinning it next to her head.
She reached with her other hand.
"Mark! I said-"
He kissed her before she could say another word.
His hand had moved away from her crotch, and both her hands were pinned next to her head.
'What... What is-'
Burning. Melting.
She could tell that her body was reacting the same way. She was still craving something.
But it was different.
Squeeze-
The pressure against and around her wrists, the way her tongue was looked for and chased, it was completely different from how it was earlier.
Rough.
She pushed her hands against his grip, but couldn't free herself. Or rather, unlike earlier, he didn't let her.
Animalistic.
She pulled her head away, tried closing her mouth, tried moving away. He chased.
The fact that he was acting differently, the fact that he was so frantically kissing her.
The fact that she couldn't free herself, the fact that he wouldn't let her move away.
It was scary.
Why was it so arousing too?
She shut her eyes as he kissed her, unable to fight his ardor off.
Unable, or unwilling?
She moved her legs to push herself away, to push him away at least momentarily, and he used his to pin those legs too.
He finally pulled his head back, not without leaving her feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
She breathed heavily and reopened her eyes.
Elisa looked at his face.
And he looked at hers.
Or did he?
Was he looking at her?
With iris, pupil, scelera indistinguishable from ont another, Elisa couldn't tell.
What was he looking at?
Where was he looking?
Could he even see her right now?
"You're being... Too rough... Mark... Stop-"
His knee pressed against her drenched crotch once more as his lips moved to her neck.
"Stop... Stop it... I don't... Want..."
He kissed her neck as she squirmed around. He licked her skin, his tongue leaving a wet imprant as it moved up her neck.
Eventually, she felt them come into contact with her. Between her shoulder and neck.
His fangs.
Cold and sharp.
"Mark-"
A moan escaped her mouth as the fear and slight pain mixed with the pleasure.
He pulled back and remained unmoving as if hypnotized by it.
The mark of his bite. The imprint of each of his front fangs. A small drop of blood went down her shoulder.
His breathing grew heavier. Clouds of moist fog exited his mouth as his arms and face started twitching.noVe/LB/1n
Her body was going crazy. Different from earlier. Better. Worse.
She was at his mercy. Or she let herself be at his mercy.
Her crotch was burning. Her mind was reigned by a violent and undecisive storm, unsure of which way to go.
She was at his mercy. Why did that feel so arousing? Because she trusted him?
His hands let go of her wrists. He pulled back, and she sighed.
"You really had me worried there for a second-"
Suddenly, his hands took hold of the gown she was dressing.
Elisa instinctively pushed herself away with her feet.
He grabbed her at the knee with a hand, refusing to let her get away, and tore the dress with his other hand.
"Mark. Mark!" She repeated. "Mark! Let go of me!"
Uncaring.
Heartlessly, coldly, and roughly, he pulled her back closer, her back dragged against the floor, her stomach and thighs exposed by the torn gown.
He pulled her closer with one hand, and tore the gown further with the other.
"Stop!" She shouted as she slapped him. He tore the dress further. "I said I don't want to-"
He roughly pressed his hand against her breast, pinning her to the ground.
She pushed him away, but he was stronger.
His cold tongue descended upon her stomach.
She quivered and winced.
His tongue moved sideways, up and down.
"Mark... Stop..." Elisa whispered as she shut her eyes.
She wanted it.
She didn't.
She wanted it.
She didn't.
Her body wanted it.
She didn't.
Why did her body want it?
Simple arousal and lust?
Was it because she was currently in the Demon Lord of Lust's territory?
Was it an effect of the Corruption that linguered in her body? An effect she hadn't been aware of until now?
Elisa didn't know. And more than that, she didn't care. She didn't think about it.
"Stop..."
Her body wanted it. She didn't.
How annoying it is when the body won't listen.
She pushed him away, but she could barely muster any strength as his tongue made its away up her body.
Each time his tongue moved, she shook and trembled.
The moans that left her mouth uncontrollably didn't make her feel ashamed anymore. They made her feel weak. They made her feel like she wasn't in control. In control of her own body.
"Stop..." She whispered, as her closed eyes started tearing up.
Control. Not being in control. Control. Not being in control. Weak.
His tongue circled around her breast.
She bit on her lip.
"I SAID STOP!" Elisa shouted suddenly.
And just as suddenly,
ROAAAR-
It made her heart sink.
His open jaws. His fangs. Just inches away from her face. Saliva dripping down his fangs.
The loud roar made her whole body shake. She could feel the vibrations travel through her body.
Anxiety and fear. Fear of what?
The waves produced by that roar traveled far and wide. Deep.
The Moonlit Feline that had been rolling around on the ground raised its gaze. It shook its head.
Krista was the first to snap out of the Demon Lord of Lust's influence. The first to free itself.
Meanwhile, drips of saliva fell down from his fangs and open mouth onto Elisa's stomach.
Monster. White-scaled Monster. Monster.
It made her heart sink.
Monster. White-scaled Monster. Monster.
She didn't want to. She didn't want to accept it.
But it was clear.
The Monster wanted to Devour her.
In more ways than one.
