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They were just partners helping each other. They were practically using each other. Xeria was caught off guard as she felt the sting as a result of Lupus' nails slashing her thighs while his other hand choked her. He pressed deep into her skin till he could smell the darkness in her blood. And could feel his beast's satisfaction as she hissed. "Lupus we need her, let's negotiate- "You know to never trust witches, they're deceitful, conniving creatures and she's asking for the impossible Xen", Lupus spoke heavily.

He said as I slowly let myself down on his lap but I found bubbles pop in my tummy and sparks fly down there as he coiled his hand around my waist and pull me closer. "Oh, you eating ice cream," He said grabbing the spoon and taking a bite. I heard a snicker from Rex and I look at him. "Get your own you jackass" Alex just laughed. They watched their game as I finished my ice cream. My legs were clenched shut because of the sudden wetness I felt. That night, I felt a heavy body fall on my bed. I was too tired and asleep when I felt an arm wrap around my bare waist, The sudden feeling of a rough hand across my waist made me open my eyes and I tried to turn and ask who it was.

The college girl was squealing non-stop and begging him not to take her cherry. The wet pussy slit betrayed the falsehood of her protestations. This blonde slut wanted his cock buried in her pussy as deep as he could push it. The taking of Lisa's cherry was accomplished with little difficulty. She cried out and Marcy immediately pushed her face into her pussy slit and made the virgin suck the vampire cum from her vagina.

The world burned gold and crimson as Greed and Lust joined the fray. Their arrival sent a shockwave across the battlefield. The force of two ancient sins reunited, their energy thick and intoxicating. Greed’s wings shimmered with molten gold, while Lust’s aura blazed rose-red, every movement dripping with allure and annihilation. The wraiths turned toward them, screeching, sensing the divine corruption they carried. Lust smiled darkly. “Let’s give them something beautiful to die for.”

"You were together. Intimate. I felt it. Through my abilities." Trina went pale. "Hope, sweetheart..." "The Architects felt it too. They're watching everything. They say desire without commitment shows human weakness. That lust without love proves we're base creatures." "It wasn't just lust," Nickey said. "Then what was it? Love? Because the Architects want to know. They're asking me directly. Is what you have love or obsession? Connection or addiction? Your answer affects their judgment." Nickey and Trina looked at each other. The question neither wanted to face.

I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I absolutely need to confirm my guess once and for all. I find the place and step inside the little house—but Laverna isn’t there. I hear someone come in and turn around. The old woman drops her firewood when she sees me and gets nervous. I step closer, studying her in silence. And then I realize it—she’s… embarrassed. I’ve read that witches are VERY lustful creatures who never miss a chance to seduce someone and indulge in debauchery. But this one… she’s standing there blushing, lowering her eyes because I’m standing too close.

All the while, I’m hating myself, but if I’m going to get out of here, I need to capture my captor. Witches are basically humans with magic. They can’t heal the way wolves can, which makes them weak physically. She is wrapped up in lust, perfect, as she throws her head back I wrap the chains around her neck twice and squeeze. “Austin! What are you doing?!” She gags. “Who are you?!” I whisper menacingly and squeeze tighter.

“Like this hole was made for us.” Lust grabbed my chin, forcing my face up. I met his eyes through my tears. “This is what happens to stupid little witches who play with demon fire,” he said, voice sharp as glass. “You get used. You get ruined.” I moaned, throat raw. “More…” “Fuck, listen to him,” Lust snarled. “Drunk already.” Wrath grunted, pulled back a few inches, just enough for the stretch to ease then slammed in harder. My scream echoed off the walls, a prayer to the dark.

Then the article called Asmodeus the heroic ruler who uncovered the exploitation and dismantled it immediately. That part was cleaner than the truth. He had uncovered it because Malrec attacked me. Because I had survived long enough to expose what his systems had missed. Another notification appeared beneath it. RULER OF LUST SACRIFICES MILLIONS FOR FAVORITE. My stomach tightened. The post spread through the same hidden channels, where demons, contractors, and those adjacent to the truth traded rumors freely. It claimed Asmodeus destroyed a thriving division because one sheltered human woman had captured his attention. It called me his obsession, his weakness, and in one especially cruel com

, mumbled the man in black T-shirt. The witch laughed at them. She enjoyed watching all her victims who looked horrified. One by one, she took all their eye balls. She shewed it like a gum. She loved the taste of those eyes. For her, the eyes were the window of each soul. Without those eyes. A person would possibly not do any harm to other people. To her, the lust of the eye was the greatest sin of all.