Living on Murder and Sex

In a chamber of the castle, where the flickering light of the chandeliers danced on the walls inlaid with black precious stones, Lilith sat astride Linfer. She traced the lines of his muscles with her fingertips. Her eyes were filled with a mix of memories and the desire of the moment.

"I still remember that day," she murmured, her soft voice like a whisper as she kissed Linfer's ear. She shivered, a flash of pleasure and pain coursing through her body.

Linfer did not give her memories time to fully materialize. With swiftness, he grasped her hip, his hand firm and possessive. His other hand, broad and powerful, buried itself in her jet-black hair, pulling her head back. Lilith felt a shiver run down her spine, not of fear, but of frenzied anticipation. Her eyes darkened as she rode him, desire becoming a palpable force between them. Linfer leaned in, his dark gaze piercing her soul,

"You talk too much, Lilith..."

In a brutal movement, he thrust into her with force.

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 gripped 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 grotto seeking to plunge 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, throat, and shoulders, nibbling and marking her flesh as his possession.

"You are irresistible, Lilith Vapula," he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse with desire, his teeth gently nipping at her flesh. His hand grabbed one of her breasts, the skin of the areola hardening under his touch. His fingers kneaded the curves of her ass, a shiver of pleasure running through her body with each squeeze.

"Hmm-Ahh... I... I'm yours, Lin-fer~ Stop calling me by Asta's name—Ahhh!" The sentence died in a moan, her throat constricted by the tension of ecstasy.

Linfer's thrusts intensified, surprising Lilith with their violence. The rhythm became more frenzied, the shocks stronger and deeper. Her eyes grew misty, the chandelier light reflecting in her dilated pupils. A small drop of saliva formed at the corner of her mouth.

"I love seeing that slutty look on your face," Linfer murmured with a carnivorous smile. His shining eyes, triumphant, his piercing gaze covering her with a wave of heat and shame. He savored the way she surrendered to him without restraint, without pretense. He relished the power he had over her, watching her lose control. He was more than a lover; he was her master, and Lilith submitted to his will. He could feel her flesh contracting against his.

"Goddamn, she's tight..." Linfer thought, desire overwhelming him. In a quick movement, he flipped Lilith onto her back, her legs wide open, revealing her most secret treasures. He rose and knelt between her thighs, his shaft still anchored within her. His hands rested on Lilith's thighs, spreading them wider, lifting them to offer himself to 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 building 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 grotto 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 vastness of ecstasy, carried away by the waves of pleasure.

...

In that luxurious 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, injured and hunted, you appeared with the remains of Luna Crimson. 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, gently biting Linfer's ear.

"This is just the beginning, Lilith." His claws grazed her neck. Then, with delicacy, he sank his sharp canines into her tender flesh, sucking the rich, metallic taste of her carotid blood into his mouth.

"You belong to me alone, 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 blood loss.

"I love you so much," she whispered before sinking into a sweet unconsciousness. Linfer, savoring every drop, slowly rose, licking his lips with satisfaction.

"I know," he said, leaving the bed, a cold glint 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 to the bedside table, grabbing a bright red apple, then made his way to the balcony.

The former Crimson estate had changed greatly. Wendigos patrolled relentlessly, their sinister silhouettes cutting through 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, indulging in carnal pleasures, and sleeping. His wendigos took care of expanding his territory, and they had attacked the White House estate 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 that extended even across the ocean. His successive victories were testaments to his immense ambition.

The cold wind lashed 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 to the horizon, a cruel smile forming on his lips.

"I wonder if I could beat him..."