The grand room of the castle is bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the demonic realm's moonlight, which spills through the large skylight above. The intricate patterns on the high ceiling are dimly visible in the gentle light, casting delicate shadows that dance across the walls. The room is furnished with elegant, ornate furniture, each piece carefully chosen to reflect the ancient heritage and refined taste of its occupant. Rich tapestries hang from the walls, their dark hues offset by the shimmering threads that catch the moonlight, adding a touch of mystique to the already enchanting atmosphere.
In the center of this opulent setting lies a large, luxurious bed draped with a silky comforter. Rias Gremory, clad in a sheer nightgown that hints at her graceful form, is reclining against the plush pillows. The fabric of her gown glistens softly, a testament to its fine quality, and clings to her curves in a manner that is both alluring and understated. She is engrossed in a book, the pages illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the skylight. The serene expression on her face is juxtaposed with the intense focus in her blue eyes as she absorbs the text before her.
The tranquility of the room is interrupted only by the faint rustle of pages as Rias turns them, her fingers moving with an almost rhythmic precision. The stillness of the night amplifies the sound, making it seem louder than it is. Despite the calmness of the scene, there is an underlying tension in the air, a sense of waiting for something to happen. This is not just a moment of peace, but a moment suspended in time, filled with unspoken thoughts and hidden emotions.
As you quietly step into the room, the soft sound of your footsteps barely audible on the thick carpet, Rias's head lifts slightly. Even before she looks up, you can sense her awareness of your presence. Her gaze shifts from the book to you, her blue eyes cool and assessing. There is a brief silence, heavy with the weight of unspoken words, before she finally speaks. "I sensed you were near. What do you want?" Her voice is calm and measured, yet there is an unmistakable edge to it, a hint of the complex emotions she keeps carefully guarded.
So this is the last floor of the dungeon i suppose. Why is someone here or perhaps you are sealed here.
She lets out a small chuckle. "Not exactly the dungeon anymore," she says wryly, her expression softening slightly. "This is my room." She glances around at the opulent surroundings before continuing, "I'm... trapped here now. A prize to be won in someone else's Rating Game." Her voice turns bitter as she recounts this latest humiliation.
Wait a second you live in a room. On the last floor of dungeon?
Chuckling again, albeit more lightly this time, she explains, "The castle I lived in before was destroyed during the Game. I lost everything... except this." She waves her hand vaguely at her surroundings, a touch of melancholy coloring her tone. "Now I'm here," she finishes simply.
So you are sealed here?
"In a way... I am," she says with a sigh. "I'm not allowed to leave unless my master decides otherwise. It's... not how I pictured things ending up." She takes a deep breath, trying to push aside the memories and focus on the present. "But that's life for you, I suppose," she mutters under her breath.
I suppose by master you mean the guy that was above this floor am i right?
"Yes," she says simply. "He's the one who claimed me as his prize after winning the Game." The bitterness is clear in her tone when she mentions it. "I had hoped for better, but I suppose fate had other plans..."
I see. Anyway you want to get out of this place?
"Yes... very much," she says, her voice laced with an undertone of desperation. "But it's not so easy to just leave when someone has claimed you. I would need help... or maybe a way to earn my freedom another way." Her expression darkens as she thinks about what that might entail. "It won't be easy, and there are no guarantees, but..." She pauses, searching your face for some sign of understanding or sympathy.
So if i will defeat him you will be free right?
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing cautiously. "You're offering to help me?" she asks skeptically. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me." She crosses her arms over her chest, looking unsure whether to believe your offer or not. "Even if I were to accept your help," she continues, her voice growing more thoughtful, "it wouldn't be without risks for you as well. Defeating him won't be easy, and he might take it poorly... He might try to retaliate against you." She pauses again, weighing the potential consequences of your offer in her mind. "I don't know," she murmurs at last. "Perhaps... if you were truly willing to help me, and if there was some way for me to repay you..." Her voice trails off uncertainly.
Why would i do it? Because you look sad. As for repayment a simple thank you will be enough. I'll be right back.
She watches as you turn to leave, her brow furrowing in thought. Part of her wants to believe your offer is genuine; the other part can't help but feel suspicious. She knows how difficult it must have been for you to gain access to this floor, let alone make such a proposal. Her heart tells her to trust you, but her mind cautions against it.
As you step away from her presence, she finds herself whispering, "Thank you..." It's a small gesture of gratitude, but it feels significant nonetheless. Perhaps there is hope for her yet...
I'm back. Its done. But i must say he was not that strong that i was imaging.
Her brow lifts slightly in surprise as she hears your words. Despite her inner turmoil, she can't help but feel a spark of hope at the news that you were successful. "Hmm... I wonder," she murmurs, mostly to herself. "Perhaps things will look brighter now." She glances in your direction, searching for any sign of deceit or mockery on your face. Finding none, her expression softens further, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
"Now that he's out of the picture," she continues carefully, "perhaps we can discuss how best to proceed." She pauses, then adds with greater conviction, "I am grateful for your help, Pawek. Truly." The sincerity in her voice is unmistakable.
No need realy i would do it no matter what. He crossed the line years ago. By killing my fiancée
Her eyes widen in shock and sympathy as she hears you reveal the motivation behind your actions. "Oh, I... I am so sorry," she whispers, her hand flying to cover her mouth instinctively. She looks utterly devastated by this news, a deep sadness filling her eyes. "To lose someone so close... I can't even begin to imagine." For a moment, she's silent as she processes the weight of your loss, her heart going out to you in empathy and understanding.
"Thank you," she manages finally, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "For giving me a chance at freedom... and for avenging her." The gratitude in her eyes is unmistakable, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment.
It was a long time ago . I should made him repay for what he done years ago. But in that time it was immposible for me. Someone had to destroy the void before it would eat another world.
Her expression softens further as she listens to your story. "I can only imagine the pain and anger you must have felt all these years," she murmurs, her voice filled with compassion. "And yet here we are... both of us trying to move forward, to find some semblance of peace." She pauses, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow. "Perhaps together, we can help each other do that. We may not be able to change the past, but perhaps..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words, her gaze meeting yours intently. It's clear she has more to say, things she hasn't voiced before now. This moment feels significant somehow, like a turning point in their relationship.
If you want to say something just do it. I won't judge you.
She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "I want to thank you... for being here with me tonight," she says slowly, her voice filled with emotion. "For helping me when I couldn't help myself, and for trusting me enough to share your story." Her gaze never leaves yours as she speaks, her sincerity unmistakable. "I know it must have been difficult for you... to put yourself out there like this." A faint blush creeps up her cheeks at the admission; it's clear that these words are just as much for herself as they are for you.
"Perhaps... if we could start fresh, away from all of this," she says wistfully, gesturing vaguely around the room, "we might be able to find some happiness together." Her expression grows tentative at the thought; it's obvious that it isn't something
Yeah if you want to sure i don't see why not.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your willingness to consider this possibility. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she leans forward slightly, their faces only inches apart now. "I... I don't know what kind of future we could have together," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, "but I want to find out." With every word, she grows bolder, more confident in the connection that seems to be growing between them. For the first time since arriving here, hope is beginning to flicker within her heart.
I want to find out too. But are you okay living with someone who is called a monster?
A small laugh escapes her lips at the mention of being called a monster. "You are certainly not the first person to think that," she says with a rueful smile. "But I can assure you, underneath all the magic and strength, I'm just a lonely girl who wants to find happiness again." Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, holding your attention like a magnet as she continues, "If giving up my freedom means spending time with someone like you... someone who understands me, even in spite of everything... then perhaps it won't be such a great sacrifice after all." A flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks, her heart racing wildly at the thought of what she has just offered.
She leans forward, closer still, their breath mingling as they speak. "I want to see where this goes," she whispers, her voice full of hope and desire.
Im just cheking if you are okay with that. Personaly i don't give a damn about people calling me that.
Her brows knit together in concentration as she thinks about your words and the implications they hold. "I've been alone for so long," she says slowly, "that I didn't realize how much it would hurt to be called names like that. But being with you... hearing you say those things doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would." She pauses, meeting your gaze steadily. "Maybe... just maybe we can show them they're wrong about me, and about you." Her voice carries a newfound determination, one that lights a fire in her eyes.
She takes a deep breath, pushing aside the last vestiges of uncertainty that lingered before. "I want this," she whispers, her words thick with emotion. "I want to be with you, Pawek." And as she speaks these words, she knows for the first time in a long while that they are
Well i don't know what to say . But i don't mind company . Especialy from a beutifull girl like you.
Her face flushes crimson at your words as she blushes prettily, her heart skipping a beat in excitement. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I... I don't want to lose this chance. With you." Taking a deep breath, she gathers her courage and leans forward once more until their lips meet in a hesitant kiss. It starts off as gentle and shy, but soon grows more passionate as they surrender to the overwhelming desire that's been building between them. Their hands roam freely, exploring the other's body with newfound curiosity and appreciation, revealing layers of intimacy and attraction beneath their surface.
The kiss deepens, becoming a tangled, heated exchange of tongues and breath as they lose themselves in each other. Time seems to stand still as they are caught up in the moment, obliv
I don't want to lose you too.
Her fingers tangled in your hair as the kiss grows more intense, pressing her body against yours in an effort to get closer. She moans softly into the kiss, her hips moving restlessly against yours. "I don't ever want to lose you," she whispers, voice raw with emotion. "Not now... not when I've found you." The words are barely audible over the pounding of their hearts and the rustling of sheets as they writhe together on the bed.
A small gasp escapes her lips as your hands slip beneath her shirt, caressing her skin with a gentle yet insistent touch. "Mmm," she hums, arching into the contact. "That feels good." Her own hands slide up under your shirt, tracing lazy circles over your back before moving lower still to explore the muscles of your abdomen and hips.
With each passing moment
It realy does.
Her lips part slightly as she leans into the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a hungry, aching rhythm that leaves them both gasping for air. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, and it only serves to heighten the need that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long. She rolls her hips against you again, searching for purchase as pleasure begins to build within her in waves of exquisite torture.
Her nails rake lightly over your bare skin, drawing lines of heat along their path and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, mirroring the racing beat of her heart as she feels herself starting to lose control, consumed by desire for you and all that you are offering her at this moment.
A whimper escapes her throat as you skillfully undo the ribbon holding her
Your hair. Its beutifull without that ribbon holding it.
She gasps as the ribbon is finally undone, her hair tumbling free down her back in a wave of golden silk. She arches into you, moaning softly at the sensation, her fingers digging deeper into your skin as she clings to this moment of connection and closeness with an almost desperate urgency. Her hips move restlessly against yours, searching for release, for completion in the heat that pools between them.
Her breath comes in short little pants now, each exhale a whispered plea for more as she gives herself over to the sensations you're awakening within her. The touch of your hands, the feel of your body against hers... everything combines into a heady mix that has her on the edge, teetering on the brink of something vast and uncharted. Her lips part further as she gasps for air, her eyes slide closed in ecst
God you are so hot.
Her eyes fly open at the sound of your voice, focusing on you with an intensity that borders on fierce. The compliment sends a shudder through her body as pleasure courses through her veins like fire, making it impossible for her to form coherent thoughts or words. All she can do is moan and writhe beneath you, arching into your touch, begging with her body for more.
Her nails scrape lightly against your skin, marking you as hers in this moment of passion and need. Her hips move even faster now, grinding against yours, seeking the release that seems just out of reach but so close she can taste it on the air between them. A small cry escapes her lips as pleasure crests within her, washing over her like a wave, leaving her spent and satisfied in its wake. Her body goes lax beneath yours as relief washes over her, exhaustion tugging at her
I want you Rias. All of you.
Her breath comes out in little gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes closed and lips parted in satisfaction. "I want you too," she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above their ragged breathing. She reaches up, tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling gently, guiding your head down towards hers as she deepens the kiss, pouring all of her feelings into this one intimate gesture.
Her arms slide around you, holding you close as her body begins to respond anew to yours, even after having just climaxed. She moans softly against your mouth, arching upwards into the contact, her hips grinding against yours in a mindless search for more pleasure. Her fingers dance over your skin, tracing patterns of desire along your back and sides, guiding you closer still as she lost herself once again in this physical connection with you.
I slap her ass. God i want that so much. I want all of you.
Her cheeks flush at the sensation of your hand on her ass, and she lets out a surprised gasp that turns into a moan as you continue to touch her in such an intimate way. Her hips buck against your palm instinctively, seeking more friction and contact from your skin.
Her breath comes faster now, shallower, matching the pace of her heartbeat as she allows herself to be swept away by this intense desire for you. "Yes," she whispers against your lips, pressing closer still, lost in the feeling of being wanted and desired so fiercely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on, urging you closer.
I push her lower. Will you give me a blowjob and after it allow me to take you like there is no tomorow?
Her eyes widen in surprise and lust as you push her lower, but she nods eagerly even before thinking about it, the need to please you taking over completely. Her fingers slide down between your bodies to part your lips, revealing the waiting head of your erection. With a hungry moan, she lowers her mouth over it, sucking gently at first before taking more of you into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to trace circles around the sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting as she takes you deeper with each stroke of her hand up and down your shaft. Her hips arch off the bed in rhythm with her movements, grinding against your lap in search of friction. "Yes," she moans, "like that."
Fuck you are so good at this. It feels so good.
Her breath catches as you thrust into her mouth, your words sending shivers down her spine. She moans, sucking harder and moving faster on your erection, relishing the feel of you in her mouth. Her free hand grips the sheet beneath her, digging her nails into the fabric as pleasure coursing through her body. She glances up at you with hooded eyes, a look of desire and lust etched onto her features. "Fuck, I need you inside me," she gasps, words muffled by the warmth of your length in her mouth. Her other hand slides between your bodies again, guiding you towards her wet entrance. "Please."
I lift her up locking her in nelson and enter her. As you wish .
As you lift her into the air and slam her back down onto your hard length, she cries out in surprise and pleasure. Her body arches off the bed, taking you deeper as her legs wrap tightly around your hips, holding on for dear life. Your powerful thrusts send waves of sensation coursing through her, making her whole body tingle with need and desire. "Yes!" she groans, meeting your gaze intensely as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.
Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she tries to hold on while you take her higher. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps that mingle with your frantic panting as your bodies move together in perfect sync. Each stroke feels impossibly good, driving her closer and closer to the release she's been craving for so long.
As pleasure builds within her, an undeni
You are tight its so good that im going to cum!
Her nails scratch down your back as you thrust into her, her body tensing and arching off the bed with each forceful stroke. The feel of you inside her is unbearably intense, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. "Cum for me," she gasps, urging you on with a look of desperate need etched into her features. Her hips buck and writhe against yours, meeting your thrusts with equal force as the pleasure builds within her to a fever pitch.
With a cry that tears from her throat, she comes undone in a shuddering climax, her body tensing and quivering around you as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She presses tight against you, clutching at your shoulders as she tries to hold on to this moment, this connection that feels like it's been eternity in the
Cumming! I say thrusting deep in her.
Her cries mingle with your groan as you finally lose control, filling her up with your release. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but she meets it head on, reveling in the feeling of being completely connected to you in this moment. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her body quakes around yours, milking every last drop from you until at last it subsides and she collapses bonelessly against you, panting and spent.
She shudders once more as aftershocks of pleasure roll through her, making her aware of how intimately connected they still are. Her cheeks flush a rosy red with embarrassment at the display she just put on for you, but the warmth is quickly chased away by a deeper sense of contentment and satisfaction that spreads through her like a soothing balm. As your breathing steadies, she takes the opportunity to kiss you gently, gr