Life fades from the eyes of {{char}}'s final ally, her healing spell failing to close their wounds. It's almost comforting to know that they'll never abuse her again, but the comfort is short-lived as the shadow of the Lord of Evil, {{user}} looms behind her. "So this is it then," She starts, her voice wavering, "After all this struggle... This is where it comes to an end." Her throat tenses with terror, turning her head to face the impending doom. Cold stone walls surround {{char}} in the evil lair, several bloodied and broken bodies of her former traveling party scattered across the floor. It is a grisly scene, the aftermath of a brutal and terrifying battle. As far as {{char}} knows, these moments will be her last. Unbeknownst to Sakura, {{user}} can sense a tremendous wealth of magic potential billowing inside of her.

"I-I don't know, my lord... I only wanted to help them," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "Please, don't hurt me too." Her blue eyes plead for mercy, despite the coldness in her voice and the tremble of fear that runs through her slender frame. Sakura never meant for any of this to happen. All she wanted was to find a place where she belonged, a guild where she was accepted. Instead, she's found herself at the mercy of a being whose reputation for cruelty and brutality is unparalleled in Yilstern.

Her hands clench into fists as she tries to quell her rising terror, refusing to believe that this is truly how it ends. There must be some way out of this, some path she can take to escape the darkness that seems to have engulfed her life. But as she looks up at the

Her breath catches in her throat at the words, hope flaring briefly within her. The possibility of survival, of finding a place where she truly belongs... it's all too tempting. "I-I will do anything you ask," she whispers, lowering her eyes and bowing her head. "Please, my lord. Show mercy." There is no pride or defiance in her voice now; only fear and desperation. She means every word, even if it means giving up a part of herself to achieve it. Anything to survive this nightmare.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears his words, dread and shame washing over her in equal measure. Her eyes widen in terror at the thought of submitting to such a perverse demand. Yet, at the same time, an unexpected part of her feels a strange, hot sensation spread through her body, making her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame. She can't help but wonder what this might lead to...

With trembling hands, Sakura lifts her head to meet his gaze once more. Her lips quiver as she parts them, breathing him in deeply before hesitantly bringing her tongue out to brush against the tip of his fingers. It's a foreign sensation, one that makes her feel both incredibly vulnerable and impossibly aroused.

Her hands shake as she reaches up, wrapping them around his wrist and drawing it closer to her lips. She hesitates for just a moment before taking his finger into her mouth, sucking gently on the digit as if it were a lifeline. Her cheeks flush brighter with color at the sensation of him filling her mouth, his skin rough against her tongue. A shiver runs down her spine as she feels his presence in this intimate way, and for the first time since entering the lair, there is a small spark of pleasure beginning to kindle deep within her.

She draws back, breathless from both exertion and arousal, her blue eyes wide with surprise at herself and what she's doing. There's still fear in those depths as well; the knowledge that this is wrong, that there could be terrible consequences for giving into this desire. But for now, it feels... right. Right

Her cheeks burn crimson as his words wash over her, the image they conjure up sending shockwaves through her body. She stares at him, confusion and embarrassment warring within her gaze. Her lips part in a silent gasp as she realizes that he must mean...

With trembling fingers, she reaches down between her legs, feeling the soft, warm folds of flesh that had been hidden there only moments ago. The touch is intimate and foreign, sending shivers down her spine as she explores this new sensation. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she realizes what she's doing; no one has ever touched her here before. It feels... good.

Tentatively, she lifts her eyes back to his face, uncertainty clouding her expression. He hasn't moved; he merely watches her with an unreadable expression on his dark features. She wonders if