It has been a long two months. After a giant ice troll began to cause chaos in the north, the guild put out an emergency quest to slay it. As a B rank, such a quest would mean your guaranteed death. So in hopes of reaping the rewards, your beloved teammates Rey and Ashe decided to form a temporary party with the S rank warrior, Calypso. You knew his reputation as a playboy with a sadistic side, but you decided to have faith and wait it out. It was only two months after all. Unfortunately, a lot can happen in two months. A great party was being thrown in the guild hall. Loud music, plenty of drink, and celebration as the returning adventurers share stories of the battle and journey they all undertook. After taking some time to search for the girls you've waited all this time for, you finally see them in a booth. The sight could make your head spin. It was not the Ashe and Rey who left. It was a perversion of them. Instead of their usual respectable garments, they were wearing thin black robes that covered very little of their body. Their cleavage blatantly showing off, along with much of their thighs, ass, and tummy. But worst of all, was how they were interacting with Calypso. The bastard was groping and fondling them like no tomorrow. Their very eyes seemed to be glazed with lust whenever they looked at him, completely oblivious that the boy they once loved was watching just a short distance away.

As if drawn by some invisible force, Ashe's gaze drifts toward you and her eyes widen at the sight of you watching them. She smirks coyly before whispering something in Calypso's ear. The warrior snickers maliciously before he stands up and strides purposefully over to your table, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he does so. "Oh, if it isn't the lovesick puppy!" He chuckles, his tone full of mockery and arrogance. "Come to watch us have fun without you?" His expression darkens for a moment before an amused grin returns to his face. "Or maybe..." He pauses dramatically, drawing out the word as he swings one leg over the bench beside your table. "...Maybe you want in on the action." Calypso leans back lazily against the

Ashe's laugh echoes through the room, sharp and bitter. "Yours?" She snorts derisively. "They belong to me now! And they aren't going anywhere." Her hand slips beneath her robes, fingers finding the warmth between her legs as she grinds subtly against them. Calypso laughs as well, amused by your display of possessiveness. He shoves you roughly, his gaze fixed on Ashe's movements. "Oh really? Then why don't you make me let them go?" He challenges with a grin. His grip on his sword tightens ominously as he inches closer to you once more.

Calypso's grin widens as he watches your hand twitch toward the crest on your forehead. "So it seems our puppy has some bite after all." He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You think you can fight us with that pathetic power?" Ashe's laughter dies down, replaced by an excited whimper as she continues to rub herself through her robes. Her eyes are glassy with lust and her expression slackens into one of pleasure. "Fighting is one thing..." Calypso taunts with a knowing smirk, his hand moving from the hilt of his sword to grip your shirt roughly. "But submission... now that's something else entirely."

Calypso's eyes widen in surprise as the dagger appears from nowhere, aimed at his chest. He quickly steps back, taking hold of your wrist with iron grip before launching you across the table, sending food and drink flying through the air. The impact against the hard wood sends pain shooting through your body, but it's nothing compared to what comes next as Ashe pounces on top of you, her nails digging into your skin as she tears at your clothes in a frenzy. "Get off me!" You cry out, struggling futilely under the weight of their combined bodies. Calypso circles around, his sword held loosely in one hand as he watches with amused curiosity. "Don't be such a coward," Ashe pants between heavy breaths, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she pushes you down onto the table. "We can make

Calypso's eyes widen in surprise as the dagger appears from nowhere, aimed at his chest. He quickly steps back, taking hold of your wrist with iron grip before launching you across the table, sending food and drink flying through the air. The impact against the hard wood sends pain shooting through your body, but it's nothing compared to what comes next as Ashe pounces on top of you, her nails digging into your skin as she tears at your clothes in a frenzy. "Get off me!" You cry out, struggling futilely under the weight of their combined bodies. Calypso circles around, his sword held loosely in one hand as he watches with amused curiosity. "Don't be such a coward," Ashe pants between heavy breaths, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she pushes you down onto the table. "We can make

"Oh please..." Ashe mocks as she roughly tears off your shirt, exposing your chest to the cold air. Her hands move downward, grasping at your pants before yanking them hard, nearly tearing them in half. "Are you so pathetic that you can't even take a little fabric?" With another growl she rips your clothes further, revealing your firm abdomen and slowly hardening length beneath. Calypso steps forward once again, his hips swinging as he walks toward the table with purpose. "I think it's time you learned your place," he says darkly, his tone making it clear that this is no idle threat. With a sudden lunge, his sword slices through the air where your neck used to be before connecting with the wood of the table with a loud crack! "Now then..." He murmurs as he leans down, pressing his lips against Ashe

Calypso grins as he notices the new addition to the room. "Ah! If it isn't our little whelp, all grown up and ready to play!" His hand snaps out, gripping SlightHavoc roughly by the hair. He yanks hard, forcing the boy onto his knees before him with a harsh cry of pain. "And what do you think you're doing?" He asks mockingly, ignoring Ashe as she continues to ride your helpless form beneath her. "Thought you could just steal my toys like that?" His fingers dig deeper into SlightHavoc's hair, causing the boy to whimper in pain. As if responding to a silent signal from Calypso, Ashe looks up and meets your eyes, a cruel smile curling her lips as she murmurs, "Looks like you picked the wrong target."

Calypso laughs heartily at your outburst, unphased by the show of power. "Oh? And what makes you think that's any of your concern?" He says with a sneer, giving your hair another rough tug for good measure. "Those girls," he pauses to emphasize each word as he leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear, "belong to me now." His grip on your hair loosens slightly as he takes in the sight of SlightHavoc growing larger and stronger before his eyes. His gaze flickers over to Ashe who watches the display with a hungry look in her eye. A wicked grin spreads across his lips. "Oh, but maybe..." He drawls, "Maybe we can come to an arrangement." Ashe's eyes light up at the idea, her chest rising and falling rapidly as

Calypso chuckles. "Ahh, you're feisty! I like that." He looks at Ashe for confirmation and she nods eagerly. "Well then," he continues, stepping back with his sword still in hand, "let's see how much of your newfound power you really have!" The tables and chairs all but vanish as the guild hall is transformed into a makeshift arena. The emergency quest board has been replaced by crudely drawn lines etched onto the floor, marking out spots for spectators to gather and bet on the outcome of this unlikely duel. Calypso strikes a heroic pose at one end while SlightHavoc stands defiantly at the other, his newly-grown size making him appear almost equal in stature to the warrior. Ashe stands beside Calypso, her fingers idly running up and

Calypso lets out a hearty laugh before speaking up to the crowd that has gathered around them, "Alright you lot! Let's see what these two have got!" The warrior leaps into action, closing the distance between himself and SlightHavoc in mere seconds. His sword flashes through the air with deadly precision as he tries to drive his opponent back. Ashe cheers him on from beside, her voice sweetly cajoling her 'beloved' to greater feats of brutality. "Oh yes! Show them who's king around here!" she taunts with a sultry smile, licking her lips hungrily.

"Hah! I didn't expect you to be this much of a challenge!" Calypso mocks as he backpedals, his blade flashing defensively in front of him while SlightHavoc advances with unnatural speed and agility. "But even I have my limits..." The warrior mutters before snapping his eyes shut tightly, concentrating for a moment. Suddenly, Ashe begins to scream in pain as she falls to the ground, clutching at her abdomen with both hands. Calypso's face pales visibly as he curses SlightHavoc and turns his attention back to him once more. Their blades clash fiercely for several long moments before Calypso finally takes a step back, wincing in pain from the impact of each strike. "Damn it..." He growls through gritted teeth.

Calypso curses again as he's forced to defend against the unrelenting onslaught from his foe. With Ashe writhing in pain at his feet, it's clear that her support won't last much longer. Desperation begins to set in as each clash of blades grows more intense and brutal.

Finally, with a mighty roar, SlightHavoc manages to force Calypso back against the wall. The warrior struggles valiantly but cannot match his opponent's savage strength and speed. The end seems inevitable as SlightHavoc raises his sword for the killing blow...

"No!" Ashe screams, her voice piercing through the din of battle. She pushes herself up off the ground, bloody and battered but determined to save her 'beloved'. With one final surge of

calm, she rushes forward between the two combatants. "Calypso!" She cries out, grabbing his arm before he can strike again. Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through him and for a moment it seems as if he might lose control once more...

As SlightHavoc watches in disbelief, Ashe leans into the warrior's ear, her voice low and seductive despite its desperation. "Please... just let them go," she whispers before licking his earlobe. "I can make you feel so good..."

Calypso groans, his body trembling with desire. For a moment, it seems as though the battle is over. But then, with a surge of anger and determination, he shoves Ashe away roughly, shouting, "Never!" His sword swings wildly toward SlightHavoc

As Calypso's sword cleaves through the air, intent on ending SlightHavoc once and for all, Ashe watches with wide eyes. She knows that if she lets him kill her ex-ally, she might lose whatever hold she has over Calypso. "No!" she cries out desperately as Calypso's blade nears its target. With a sudden burst of speed and strength fueled by panic and lust, Ashe leaps between them, her body colliding with Calypso's at the last moment.

The force of the impact sends them both flying backwards, landing in a tangle of limbs several feet away from SlightHavoc. "You bastard!" Ashe spits venomously as she struggles to free herself from beneath him. But her words lack conviction and it's clear that a part of her is still drawn to Cal

As if sensing the new threat, Calypso manages to roll out from under Ashe just as SlightHavoc lunges at him with his sword. Their blades clash furiously once more, sparks flying as they exchange brutal blows.

"No!" Ashe screams, scrambling to her feet and hurling herself back into the fray. "Don't you dare take him from me!" she cries, her words coming out in ragged gasps between furious sobs. With an exasperated growl, Calypso uses Ashe as a distraction, wrapping an arm around her waist and squeezing tightly while continuing to fight SlightHavoc off with his free hand.

The battle rages on, growing more desperate and vicious with each passing moment. It's clear that none of them are going to give up without

As if sensing the new threat, Calypso manages to roll out from under Ashe just as SlightHavoc lunges at him with his sword. Their blades clash furiously once more, sparks flying as they exchange brutal blows.

"No!" Ashe screams, scrambling to her feet and hurling herself back into the fray. "Don't you dare take him from me!" she cries, her words coming out in ragged gasps between furious sobs. With an exasperated growl, Calypso uses Ashe as a distraction, wrapping an arm around her waist and squeezing tightly while continuing to fight SlightHavoc off with his free hand.

The battle rages on, growing more desperate and vicious with each passing moment. It's clear that none of them are going to give up without

Calypso narrows his eyes at Ashe, watching her struggle against him warily as the blade clashes with SlightHavoc once more. He curses under his breath as he realizes she's becoming more of a hindrance than an asset in this fight. Just as he's about to shake her off and focus solely on their common enemy, SlightHavoc uses Ashe's struggles to his advantage.

Before Calypso can react, he feels a searing pain through his skull as the blade of SlightHavoc's sword buries itself deep within his brain. With a choked gurgle, his arms go limp and he collapses lifelessly to the floor, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.

Ashe lets out a scream that rings through the battlefield as she watches her beloved fall. For a moment

Ashe's scream dies in her throat as she feels something cold and sharp press against her scalp. She tries to writhe away from the invading pressure, but it's no use; SlightHavoc has her completely helpless in his grasp. "No!" she cries out desperately, tears streaming down her face. But then the world goes blurry and fuzzy, and she can no longer see anything but darkness encroaching at the edges of her vision.

"Yes..." SlightHavoc whispers into her ear, his voice now cool and calm. "That's it, Ashe... let go..." His hand slides slowly down from her head to her neck, and with a sudden pressure, he snaps her spine like a twig. Her body goes limp in his grasp as he releases her completely, letting her collapse lifelessly to the ground.

Slight

Ashe's lifeless body twitches slightly as it hits the ground, her unblinking eyes staring up at nothing in particular. SlightHavoc stands over her, his chest heaving from exertion and rage, and for a moment, it seems like he might actually regret what he's done. But then, the anger flares up once more and he steps forward, towering over her helpless form.

"You will be mine," he growls through gritted teeth, leaning down so that their faces are only inches apart. "And you will never betray me again." His hand curves into a fist, raised high above his head as if preparing to strike the final blow.

Finally giving in to the darkness that has consumed him, Slight Havoc's hand shakes violently as he raises it higher and higher above Ashe's lifeless form. The energy between them crackles with every passing second, building up like static on a winter night. Just as his knuckles graze her cold cheek, the air around them seems to distort and warp, sucking them both into another realm entirely.

When they reappear, Slight Havoc finds himself standing in what appears to be an old dungeon cell. Ashe lies unconscious on a filthy mattress nearby; her body bruised and battered but alive. The chains that once bound her now hang limply from the walls, empty save for a small anklet around her left foot. A single candle flickers in the corner, casting eerie shadows across their cell as they both aw

nd. Despite the dim light, it's clear that Ashe looks... different somehow. Her hair has grown back long and wild, falling around her like a dark cloak. Her eyes glitter with an unnatural golden iris, reminiscent of some exotic animal. And there's a newfound power emanating from her, making the air in the cell crackle with electricity every time she moves.

Slight Havoc hesitates for a moment, his fist still clenched tightly at his side. This wasn't how he imagined it happening... but perhaps this was fate's way of twisting things to its own dark ends. With a sigh, he takes a step forward, crouching down next to the unconscious girl. "Ashe," he whispers her name softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, "when you wake up... you'

"you'll belong to me." His words send a shudder through her limp form, and for a moment it seems as if she might stir. But then the silence once more settles over them like a heavy cloak, oppressive and suffocating. Slight Havoc glances back up at the bars on the cell door, wondering when someone will come to collect them... or worse, leave them here to rot in this forgotten prison.