Deviant: No Longer Human-Chapter 791: *Nemesis: Setting a trap for Aunt?* (6)

His eyes snapped open, crimson and merciless, devouring her every movement.

"Remove them all."

Xin Meifang froze, heart slamming in her chest, a mix of terror and an unfamiliar, forbidden thrill. Her gaze dropped to his lips, to the hungry line of his jaw. 'Did I really just kiss him, straddle him, offer up my divine body as a gift… and for what?'

A flicker of calculation, 'the mist from my runes should have put him under trance'. She stole a glance at his eyes; the pupils were a touch unfocused, his breath a bit heavier, as if slightly drunk on her magic. A shiver of relief ran through her, but it faded instantly, 'he's resisting, his tolerance monstrous.'

Frustration burned through her veins, but she bit her lips, lush and bitten, bleeding allure, turning her left side to him.

Deliberately, she bent forward, the white silk gown sliding up the flawless skin of her calves, tightening over the ripe swell of her ass, inviting every kind of trouble. Dimples flashed, the teasing hollows above her thighs. Blue runes crawled and crackled along her spine and hips, alive with desire and old curses.

She stretched downward, hair cascading in a dark curtain, nimble fingers unclasping her bra behind her back, a practiced, devastating flourish.

The garment slipped free, sliding down her arms and pooling on the floor like a discarded promise.

Rising with sinuous grace, she exposed her upper body: Breasts full and heavy, as if molded for worship, soft like risen dough, glowing with a ghostly white blush, nipples flushed to a deep, aching cherry, trembling with anticipation and chill. Her belly was flat, feminine muscle visible beneath silken skin, cut with a faint, poetic hardness. From her navel up to her throat, a violet rune bloomed, the withered tree, a symbol of revenge and endings, glowing with a witch-light that made her look both ethereal and damned.

She lifted her feet from the floor, elegant and controlled, and began to dance, not the dance of mortals, but something stranger, comic in its boldness, mythic in its gravity. Every strike of her heel against the ground sent shockwaves through the room, rippling with a pungent scent of ozone, power, and something filthier, lust and destruction entwined.

Her hand slid over her breast, squeezing it tight until a bead of cursed milk leaked down her body. She moved toward him, brazen, daring him to taste the curse.

He grabbed her, mouth sealing over her flushed nipple, suckling, draining her, lips hot, as if death and damnation were aphrodisiacs. She gasped, hips bucking, a moan escaping her throat.

"Mghh… ahn…"

Sweat ran down between her breasts, along her stomach. The runes on her thighs and belly exploded with light, blinding blue, and behind her, wings of shadow and fire unfurled, glorious and terrible.

Still trembling, she yanked herself away before he could drain her dry, flashing a resentful, awkward smile, flushed with humiliation and defeat.

Her hands skimmed her waist, then she crouched, sliding one hand between her thighs. From the slit in her dress, she fished out her white lace panties, drenched, nearly transparent, and tossed them aside with a flourish.

Bare ankles glided over the cold floor as she swung a leg up, perching it on his shoulder, spreading herself open with sinful grace. The dress parted, her inner thigh exposed to his gaze, framed by the shimmer of runes and the trembling softness of her thighs.

She stretched, breathing in ragged pulses, arching her hips closer to his face, offering, taunting, daring him to touch, to taste, to destroy.

With a half-laugh, half-groan,.bitter, self-mocking, proud, she looked back over her shoulder, hair wild and eyes shining with supernatural revenge.

"Tell me, nephew, are you entertained… or are you just waiting for me to damn us both?"

Just as her lips curled into a smug smirk, her body jolted in shock.

"Ah!"

Xin Meifang sprang backward like a startled cat, hand clutching her vagina where a sudden, stinging heat burned, a perfect blue fingerprint scorched into her skin. She stared at Wang Xiao with outrage, disbelief, and a flash of real fear.

He sat there, casual as a king, one hand propping up his chin, a single finger still dancing with blue fire.

"Keep dancing, Aunt. You're not a prostitute to pull cheap stunts, so don't try my patience with half-measures."

Humiliation burned hot across Xin Meifang's face, fury and shame mixing with the electric pulse still tingling in her thigh. But her pride wouldn't let her quit, not when the eyes of a devil and a goddess were locked on her every movement.

Now she danced in earnest: arching her back, hips rolling in wild, hypnotic figure-eights, hands sliding brazenly between her thighs, stroking, teasing, as if to conjure the thunder from her own aching flesh.

Her gown melted off her body, a final surrender, until she was naked and radiant, every motion exposing the flush of her inner thighs, the tempting glisten of arousal between her parted legs. Her breasts and ass bounced with every movement, ripe and shameless, jiggling with each twist and grind, enough to make the earth tremble and gods weep.

Her hair whipped across her back, sweat beading and running down her breasts, tracing her belly, pooling in the V of her hips.

The runes on her skin sparked and split, lines of blue and violet lightning racing across her thighs and up her stomach, etching ancient curses and promises of annihilation.

She dipped low, spreading her legs wide, fingers prying apart her flushed, wet folds, revealing herself completely, brazen and daring, her voice dropping to a hungry sigh:

"Come closer, maybe you'll taste fate tonight… or maybe you'll just lose your life."

She panted, exhaustion and excitement blending on her face, every muscle trembling, sweat and lust shimmering in the firelight.

The runes across her body cracked and crawled, forming jagged, smoking patterns, the dance now fully a ritual of death, her body radiating enough poison and thunder to scorch cities to ash and split the sky.

Yet her eyes were fever-bright, as if daring him: 'Move. Touch me. Take me. See if you can survive your Nemesis.'

Startling her, Wang Xiao did not mock or refuse. Instead, he gazed down at her bleeding, ruined ankle, at the place where blue runes and divine poison now mingled in a drop of blood on porcelain skin.

His eyes flickered with a flash of surprise, 'So she really means to die with me. Crazy woman. But even that won't be enough to leave a scratch.'

He crook his finger in a slow, imperious gesture, calling her closer. Xin Meifang hesitated, heart thundering, then obeyed, her pride cracking but her power still burning. She sank to her knees between his legs, the firelight shinning along the lines of her thighs.

With trembling hands, she reached for his belt, unfastening it, pulling his pants down, her eyes widening as his cock sprang free, massive and thick, almost monstrous.

She stared at it in disbelief, twice the length of her palm, girth enough to make her fingers ache if she tried to wrap them around. Her mouth went dry.

For a moment, she stared, awed, wary, hungry, afraid.

He smirked, "What, getting cold feet now? Planning to kill me or just choke yourself on it?"

Her lips twitched into a bitter smile. She moved, slipping her charming legs to either side of his chair, straddling his lap, her bare skin sliding over his. The head of his cock pressed against her ass, thick and hot, tracing her cleft. The scent of her, burnt honey, cinnamon, and the stinging electricity of divine, wrapped around him, intoxicating.

Her chest pressed awkwardly to his, her breasts crushed between them, hot nipples dragging along his skin. She stared into his eyes, breaths coming shallow and quick, every inch of her body screaming want, every fragment of her soul screaming stop.

As his hand slid down, guiding his cock to the wet, trembling entrance of her pussy, its lips swollen, flushed a deep, desperate red, she lifted herself, ready to sink down and finish what the curse had started.

But then, her whole body tensed, and her hand shot out, pressing against his chest.

"Stop…"

Wang Xiao paused, cock throbbing at her entrance, the tip pressed right where she burned hottest.

He looked down at her, one eyebrow raised. "What, second thoughts? Now you want to talk ethics?"

Her face contorted, guilt, shame, panic, and yearning warring in her eyes. Her voice shook, desperate.

"I… I'm still your mother's elder sister. The body, the soul, it's all the same. If you're still that boy I watched grow up, tell me now. I… I don't want to kill you. Not like this."

Wang Xiao's eyes softened for just a heartbeat, he smiled.

"Oh, so you really remember everything, huh?"

Xin Meifang bit her lips, nodding, eyes glassy with tears and unshed pleasure.

"Yes… I remember everything. I remember holding you, protecting you, seeing you grow up. Just… just a fragment of my past awakened, and now… now I can't forget…"

The fire between her legs was burning up through her chest, filling her heart with an ache too sweet, too poisonous to bear. The guilt burned her, but the current, the sheer, shocking pleasure of his flesh pressed against hers, made her heart race, made her legs tremble, made her soul scream for release or ruin.

For a moment, she hovered there, suspended between duty and damnation, pride and surrender, every breath a battle between goddess and woman, between motherly memory and the urge to be destroyed.

"So you're just like my mother now, huh?" Wang Xiao smiled, voice taunting and crude, dragging her tighter into his lap, fingers squeezing her ass with bruising force.

Hiss~!

Xin Meifang's face paled, as if she had said something she absolutely shouldn't have, plunging the entire room into cold silence.