Whooosh!!
With a sudden burst of energy, Alice lunged at Draven, tackling him to the ground in a flurry of limbs. She immediately set about covering his face with fervent licks and kisses, her hands already moving with alarming speed towards the fastening of his trousers.
"Hahaha?! Irresistible, am I not?"
He chuckled, his amusement evident, and called out to the bewildered old man, "Might I trouble you for a room? Preferably one with… soundproofing?"
"Em… Em… The basement is available," the stunned elder stammered, pointing a trembling finger towards a heavy wooden door.
Draven nodded in relief, swiftly scooping up the now overly amorous Alice and carrying her inside, locking the door firmly behind them.
Just then, Alexandra burst from one of the nearby houses, her gaze immediately sweeping over the injured villagers who were being helped to their feet.
"Atticus!!" she called out, her voice laced with concern.
"Sister!" Atticus waved back, relief flooding his face at the sight of the young elf. Alexandra rushed towards him, her hands gently but thoroughly checking his small frame for any sign of injury.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her golden eyes searching his.
Atticus nodded reassuringly.
"Where is Draven?" Alexandra inquired, her gaze scanning the immediate surroundings.
"He went inside the room with the witch," Atticus replied, pointing towards the closed basement door.
'Witch? There's only one individual widely known by that moniker… It can't be, was she the one who attacked the village? Did Draven manage to subdue her?' Confusion clouded her features.
"Alexandra, who exactly is that young man?" Old man John asked, approaching her with a worried expression.
"I told you, he's a friend," Alexandra replied simply, then pressed, "What truly happened out there?"
John sighed heavily, then proceeded to recount the events, carefully omitting certain details due to Atticus's presence. However, Alexandra, with her keen perception, understood the gravity of the situation perfectly.
After a tense minute, John sighed again, the sound heavy with foreboding.
"This is… dire."
"Why do you say that?" Alexandra asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"You don't grasp the implications," John explained, his voice low. "Boco sent her here. If anything untoward befalls her… Boco's wrath will be unimaginable. He will descend upon us with his full might, his entire force. We simply won't survive such an onslaught."
Alexandra fell silent, her mind racing, grappling with the terrifying implications.
'He already claimed twenty percent of the women in the village! Why is he targeting me now?! This is all my fault. If I hadn't ventured so deep into the forest, that vile creature might never have come here today.' She thought.
"Don't dwell on it too much, child. Thank heavens we have that young man here," John said, offering a sliver of hope before walking away, his shoulders slumped with worry.
'He won't stay for long… He's new to this land, his curiosity will undoubtedly lead him to explore. What then will become of us? I must devise a plan. I cannot bear to witness my fellow villagers perish before my eyes again.'
Her gaze softened as she looked at Atticus, whose innocent eyes were fixed on the closed basement door.
'Nothing will happen to Atticus.' She vowed silently, a fierce protectiveness rising within her.
"Big Sister… What does 'fuck' mean?" Atticus asked suddenly, his innocent question shattering the heavy silence.
"....."
Alexandra was taken aback, her mind momentarily blank. She blinked once, then asked, "Where on earth did you hear that word?"
"Brother Draven said it… A lot."
'That shameless scoundrel! Doesn't he possess any sense of propriety around children?! How in the heavens am I supposed to explain this?'
She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Don't… don't concern yourself with that word, Atticus. It's just… a meaningless sound. Come now, let's go," she said, gently taking his small hand and leading him away, her eyes flicking back towards the locked basement door with a mixture of apprehension and morbid curiosity.
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Alice stared at the heavy chains binding her wrists, a deep scowl marring her features. She was sprawled on a rough-hewn table, her legs forced wide apart and similarly secured against her will.
Her garments had been brutally torn away, leaving her completely naked, her body and exposed vulva a stark display for Draven, who sat a few feet away, observing her with an unreadable expression.
"You bastard!! What do you intend to do to me?! No… What did you do to me out there?!" she spat, her voice raw with fury and a hint of lingering disorientation.
Draven finally rose to his feet. "Now that you've regained your composure," he said calmly, taking a step towards her. "Don't fret, that little… outburst was merely to prevent further aggression."
He halted before her naked form, his gaze lingering for a moment before focusing intently on her right eye, which remained as black and depthless as a starless night.
'That old demon truly left his mark on her.' He mused internally.
"You cannot violate me," Alice suddenly muttered, her voice surprisingly firm despite her vulnerable position.
"Oh? And what gives you that particular notion?" Draven asked, his eyebrow arching in mild amusement.
"You appear to be… ignorant," she sighed, a hint of weariness in her tone. "I know the desires of men. You, like so many others, are merely after my body."
"I am not merely 'after' your body," Draven corrected her, his gaze dropping to the delicate folds of her labia. "I simply… appreciate its aesthetic qualities."
"Fool," she scoffed. "You cannot penetrate me, not unless you wish to part ways with your… little dick."
"And why is that?" he inquired, his interest now genuinely piqued.
"Have you never encountered women… blessed with demon eyes?" she asked rhetorically.
"Indeed… I have," Draven replied, stepping directly in front of her. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers.
"We cannot be breached," she continued, her voice gaining a chilling edge. "We are all marked by the demon lord himself. He is the sole being with that… privilege, to have sex with us. Other men are… insufficient!"
"Oh? And are you… content with this arrangement?" he asked, now sliding his trousers down his legs.
Alice raised a skeptical eyebrow at his actions, but a soft sigh escaped her lips.
"You may believe I am attempting to deceive you… but regardless of your skepticism, you will find yourself incapable of… consummating any desires you might harbor."
Draven, now completely naked, positioned himself between her spread legs.
"What makes you so certain of that?" he asked, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You!! Did you not comprehend a single word of my explanation?! You simply cannot. My body, my very being, belongs to the demon lord! You will only…"
BAM!!!!
"AHHHHHHhH!!!!!!"
Alice screamed, the sound a jarring mixture of shock and an unexpected, involuntary gasp of pleasure as Draven's erect cock slid smoothly and deeply into her, filling her completely.
"It… it entered?"
Her eyes widened in utter disbelief, her head slowly tilting back from their intimate connection to stare up at Draven, whose smirk now held a distinct air of triumph.
"Impossible… There is only one conceivable explanation for this… Are… are you… the Demon Lord?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear, relief and dawning realization.