Caelen's strong hands pulled Emma closer as he pinned her against the rear wall, their bodies aligning perfectly. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, stoking the fire that threatened to consume them both.
Emma's hands moved to his belt, deftly unbuckling it as her hips pressed harder against his. She moaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a passionate dance. Breaking apart for a moment, Caelen gasped, "I can't hold back anymore," before claiming her mouth once more.
Their kiss deepened, tongues entwining as hands roamed greedily over each other's bodies. Emma's fingers danced across Caelen's abs, tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt. He groaned, breaking the kiss to rip the garment off over his head, revealing his chiseled chest to her eager gaze.
Without hesitation, Emma pressed her palms to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. Her thumbs traced the curves of his nipples, sending sparks of pleasure racing through his veins. Caelen's response was immediate - his hands slid down to cup Emma's rear, squeezing and lifting her to grind against the hardness straining against his pants.
They broke apart again, chests heaving, gazes locked in a silent plea for more.
Caelen's hands made quick work of Emma's clothes, ripping away her shirt and bra to expose her voluptuous breasts. He marveled at the sight, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh in his palms before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. Emma gasped, her back arching as he began to lavish attention on her sensitive bud.
His tongue swirled around the hardened peak, teasing and nipping gently. Emma's fingers tangled in his silver hair, urging him closer, deeper. She moaned throatily, pleasure coiling tighter in her core as he switched to the other breast, treating it to the same sensual torture.
Lost in the throes of passion, Emma found herself pushing Caelen's head firmly against her chest, pressing his face deeper into the valley of her breasts. His lips and tongue moved in rhythmic motions, sending jolts of ecstasy through her trembling body. She whimpered, craving more of the exquisite sensations he was creating.
Breaking free from her grasp, Caelen looked up at Emma with lust-glazed eyes, his mouth wet and pink from her flesh. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, nudging her thighs apart with his hands. Emma's legs trembled, but she didn't resist as he leaned in, his breath hot against her slick folds. She gripped his hair tightly, bracing herself for the onslaught of pleasure to come.
With a hunger that bordered on feral, Caelen's tongue delved into Emma's wet heat, lapping and probing her sensitive flesh. Emma cried out, her grip on his hair tightening as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her. He thrust his tongue deeper, swirling and curling it against her inner walls, coaxing forth her sweetest nectar.
Emma's thighs quivered around his ears, her hips bucking erratically as Caelen ravished her most intimate place. She couldn't hold back the wanton moans and whimpers that escaped her lips, shamelessly reveling in the blissful torment he inflicted. Her fingers dug into his scalp, holding him firmly in place as he continued his relentless assault.
Caelen drank in her flavors, savoring every tremor and gasp that emanated from Emma's supple body. He varied his pace, alternating between slow, deliberate laps and fast, frenzied flicks of his tongue, determined to push her over the edge. Emma's panting grew ragged, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as the pressure built toward a shattering climax.
Just as Emma teetered on the brink, Caelen pulled back, leaving her throbbing and empty. Emma looked down at him, eyes glazed with desperation and lust, a plaintive whine escaping her parted lips.
"Can't... wait..." Caelen's strained voice was barely audible as he swiftly unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down. He grabbed Emma's hips, lifting her and impaling her on his throbbing length in one fluid motion. A shudder ran through him at the tight, velvet heat enveloping him.
Emma's back arched, her crimson eyes widening as she felt the sudden invasion. But there was no pain, only a fleeting sense of fullness as her angelic physiology adjusted seamlessly to accommodate Caelen's girth. She looked down at him, her black sclera standing out starkly against the scarlet irises as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
With a guttural groan, Caelen began to move, thrusting into Emma's receptive depths with powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as they rocked together, lost in the primal rhythm of mating. Emma's nails dug into Caelen's back, urging him on as he pounded into her, driving them both toward ecstasy.
Each powerful thrust sent Caelen deeper, his lust demon-enhanced cock stretching Emma's angelic body to its limits. He could see the evidence of her pleasure in the way her thighs quivered and her back arched, but what captivated him most was the beauty of her face - those flawless, golden features contrasting starkly with the demonic possession happening below.
Pangs of guilt pricked at Caelen as he imagined staining this radiant angel, defiling her pure form with his tainted touch. Yet he couldn't bring himself to stop, entranced by every delicate golden strand of her hair, the shimmering halo, and those intoxicating moans that fell from her crimson lips like ambrosia.
Increasing his pace, Caelen drove into Emma with reckless abandon, lost in the intoxicating dance of sin and sanctity. His eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the hypnotic red glow as she sang out her pleasure, her angelic voice mingling with the lewd sounds of their union. He felt himself hurtling toward climax, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he chased the pinnacle of release.
Night turned to dawn as Caelen and Emma's feverish coupling showed no signs of abating. They rutted together in animalistic frenzy, lost in a haze of lust and pleasure. Caelen paid no heed to the occasional rumble of passing cars, too consumed by the angelic body writhing beneath him to care about potential witnesses.
Hours blurred together in a blur of sweat-drenched skin, moans, and the lewd slap of flesh against flesh. Caelen's demonic stamina allowed him to maintain his relentless pace, fuelled by the intoxicating scent of Emma's arousal and the heavenly song of her cries.
As the first pink rays of sunrise began to filter through the bus windows, Caelen felt the tension coiling in his core finally snap. With a guttural roar, he thrust deep and exploded inside Emma, pumping his seed into her willing womb. Her velvet walls clamped around him, milking him dry as she too reached her shattering peak, her body convulsing in ecstasy.
Breathless and sated, they collapsed together, their entwined forms a tangle of limbs on the bus floor. Caelen's heart pounded in his chest, still racing from the intensity of their nocturnal debauchery. In the dawning light, he gazed upon Emma's peaceful features, her crimson eyes closed in contentment.
[PLAYER INTERFACE - Notification]
New Abilities Acquired
Trigger: First Intimacy
Skill: Pheromone Pulse (Passive/Toggle)
Your body naturally emits subtle pheromones that heighten attraction and emotional openness in those around you. Effectiveness increases with emotional intensity or physical proximity—stronger reactions in those who share a connection with you.
Radius: 5 meters (base)
Effect: Mild to strong attraction, lowered resistance to suggestion (emotional only)
Cooldown: None
Toggle available
Skill: Demon's Charisma (Passive)
Your words carry enhanced emotional weight, capable of charming, soothing, or persuading others with greater ease. Scales with your Lust affinity and emotional state.
Charm Intensity: Tier 1 (Increases with use)
Bonus: +10% effectiveness toward linked entities
Warning: May unintentionally affect unlinked beings
Note: As a Lust Demon of Primordial lineage, unlocking this path grants you influence over emotions of desire, vulnerability, and bonding. Future acts of intimacy may unlock further traits or deepen bonds with linked entities.
"Well… that explains a few things."
Caelen muttered under his breath as he read the screen, glancing down at the sleeping Emma curled against him.
Caelen stared at her in the dim light of the bus, now tinted gently by the rising sun. Emma rested beside him, her breathing steady, her skin still carrying the glow of otherworldly purity despite the corruption her body had accepted.
That halo above her head shimmered faintly with golden embers, clashing and blending beautifully with the dark tips of her horns. She looked peaceful—too peaceful for someone who had just surrendered herself to the chaos that now flowed between them.
His hand moved gently through her hair, the strands like silk beneath his fingertips.
"And to think I tried leaving you behind," he said softly.
He let the words hang in the air, not expecting a reply. She wouldn't hear him—at least, not now—but that didn't matter. Some things weren't meant to be said aloud for others. Some things were for him.
He leaned down and brushed a kiss against her temple, just once, as if sealing a silent vow.
"I know a nice, safe, and good city we can go to," he murmured, quieter this time, like a whispered promise. "There aren't many dangers there. Most people go just to avoid trouble. No mages. No warriors. Just quiet."
Careful not to wake her, he stood, still a little sore and sluggish. He grabbed his black shirt off the seat and tugged it back on, walking toward the front of the bus. The air was cold in contrast to the warmth they'd shared, and the world outside the dusty windows was already beginning to stir. The faint glow of early morning painted the edges of the broken road, and birds that hadn't fled the chaos began chirping softly in the distance.
He sat in the driver's seat, reached for his bag, and pulled out his phone. The screen flickered as the battery warning glared at him—10% left.
"Just enough," he said, tapping quickly. The map app opened sluggishly, the signal holding for now. He typed in the destination he remembered hearing about, long before any of this started. A haven for nobodies. A place not of interest to most.
VELDEN appeared on the screen in bold text, followed by the soft tone of the synthetic map voice:
"Estimated travel time: 3 hours and 44 minutes. Begin route to Velden."
He yawned hard and stretched his neck, the fatigue of the night slowly settling in his bones. But he had to move. If the Church identified them—especially her—they wouldn't get a second chance. The Saint of the Lyserian Enclave, twisted and claimed by a Lust Demon? The mere thought made his chest tighten.
They'd hunt her. No—them.
He pushed the gear into drive and pressed on the pedal, the old vehicle groaning but responding. As the wheels began to roll, kicking up dust in their path, he glanced back at Emma once more.
Her body shifted slightly in her sleep, and for a second, he swore she smiled.
Caelen turned back to the road, narrowing his eyes.
"Hold on," he whispered to her.
"We're getting out of this damned world. One city at a time."
And with that, the bus drove off toward the forgotten city of Velden—toward silence, toward safety… or toward whatever waited next.