EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON'S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES-Chapter 37: DEVOURING BOTH SHEEPS (18+)

Lirien arched into him, one hand gripping his hair, the other clutching his wrist as he kneaded her. Heat surged between her thighs. Her panties, already soaked, clung like a second skin.

Yomi’s hand slid downward, over her stomach, then between her legs. She gasped as he pressed his palm against her soaked panties.

"You’re already this wet?"

She turned her face away, ashamed.

"Don’t hide," he growled.

He dipped his fingers past the edge, brushing against her lips, slick, soft, trembling. He pulled her pants down, revealing the soaked fabric of her undergarment, then tore it with a single clawed nail. She gasped.

"What are you...?"

He didn’t answer. He kissed her. Then kissed down her belly.

Then he spread her.

His tongue darted out, licking slowly and deeply, teasing her folds, flicking her sensitive nub. Her back arched, a scream bursting from her lips as her thighs clamped around his head.

"No....ah! I...."

Too late. Her climax shattered through her like lightning. She screamed, her entire body seizing, then went limp.

Yomi rose, licking her taste from his lips. His pupils had dilated, his canines slightly longer.

Lirien blinked up at him, dazed, panting. "Huh, huh... what... what now?"

He kissed her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue.

Then he unfastened his pants.

His cock, heavy and veined, sprang free, thick and pulsing, resting hotly against her lower belly.

Her eyes widened in awe and fear. "That....it won’t fit..."

He pressed the tip against her folds, coating himself in her slickness.

"I’ll make it fit."

He entered slowly, inch by inch, his hands gripping her hips.

She gasped, then screamed as he broke through her hymen. But instead of pain, ecstasy.

"Y-Yomi!"

He thrust deeper. She clawed at his back. Her legs wrapped around him as he bit her neck, staking a claim.

Each motion synced with their breath, their Ki swirling like a storm around them. Dark tendrils of chaotic energy surged outward, then were pulled into Yomi’s spine.

He growled, eyes glowing. "More. Give me more."

She gave him everything.

*****

Aeloria approached the door slowly, the wooden tray balanced in her hands, the warm soup and bread rattling slightly from her unsteady grip. She hadn’t found Lirien in her room, and despite every warning bell ringing in her mind, her feet had brought her here. To his room.

Yomi’s room.

The heavy silence in the corridor felt thick, unnatural, laced with a pulsing undertone she couldn’t quite place. But then she heard it, a moan. Faint, feminine, and unmistakably Lirien’s.

She froze.

Another moan, louder this time, sharper, breathless, followed by the wet, rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh. Her heart slammed against her ribs.

Aeloria’s breath hitched as her eyes darted to the barely ajar door. It had been left open just enough to tempt, just enough to betray what was happening beyond it. Against her better judgment, she stepped closer, her body moving as if drawn by something outside of her will.

Don’t look, she told herself. Don’t look.

But she did.

Through the narrow slit, she saw Lirien, naked, legs spread, pink hair matted to her flushed skin, arching and gasping as Yomi moved atop her with a feral hunger.

His muscles tensed beneath a sheen of sweat, his hands gripping Lirien’s waist like she was his possession, and Lirien... gods, she wasn’t just taking it, she was offering herself. Her moans were shameless, high-pitched cries echoing with pleasure Aeloria had never imagined her stoic friend could make.

Aeloria’s knees went weak. The tray slipped slightly in her trembling hands. She set it down hastily against the wall, her eyes still locked on the scene. Her mouth went dry. A strange heat pooled in her belly, creeping lower. She didn’t understand what was happening. Her chest tightened, her thighs pressed together instinctively.

She should leave. She should slam the door, storm away, shout for Lirien to come to her senses, but instead, she reached down, hesitantly, as if in a trance. Her fingers brushed against the dampness soaking through her undergarments. She gasped.

Her breath quickened as she leaned against the wall, her hand slipping beneath her robes. Her fingers found her slick folds, and she bit her lip to keep from making a sound. The warmth was unbearable, her core pulsing in sync with the sounds of moaning and skin slapping on the other side of the door.

"What’s... what’s wrong with me?" she whispered.

But her fingers didn’t stop. She circled her clit slowly, biting back a moan of her own, hips twitching. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to remember who she was, a healer, decent, a woman of dignity, but the chaotic Ki in the air whispered to her, tempting, taunting. It made her blood sing and her shame burn hotter.

Inside, Lirien screamed as she came, her voice cracked and raw, and Aeloria’s own release hit her at that exact moment.

She muffled her cry against her wrist, body shaking violently as pleasure exploded through her like a dam breaking. Her juices spilled onto her thigh as her fingers trembled between her legs.

And then it was over.

The shame hit her like a cold slap.

Eyes wide, breath ragged, Aeloria stumbled back from the door. She looked at her trembling, soaked fingers with horror. "I... I watched them," she whispered. "I touched myself... to that."

She turned and fled down the hall, heart pounding, Ki swirling wildly around her like smoke that refused to settle. She didn’t stop until she reached her room and slammed the door shut behind her. Her knees gave out and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing silently as the ghost of her climax throbbed through her betrayed body.

She didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she had watched... or the fact that she wanted to feel it again.

****

Yomi collapsed beside Lirien, her body limp and trembling. Her pink hair spilled across the sheets, her eyes half-lidded.

He pulled her into his chest, holding her as his Ki washed through both of them, cleansing, refining.

She felt it. Not just warmth.

Belonging.

She whispered, "Thank you..."

He didn’t answer.

He only held her, and watched the moonlight shift across her glowing skin as sleep claimed her at last.

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