"Cu–Cubbb!!! Ahhh! Unchain me, please!" Luna pleaded between strangled moans. "Give me back my strength!"
She was shaking, her entire body teetering on the edge of a climax that felt both torturous and euphoric. It was too much. Her mind blurred, her voice cracked with desperation.
She wanted, needed, to wrap her arms around him, to pull him closer, to hook her legs around his waist so their bodies could meet even deeper. But she couldn't. Her wrists were still bound above her head, her legs chained wide open across the table, leaving her entirely exposed and vulnerable to every brutal, unpredictable thrust Tuf delivered. Deep, punishing strokes that drove her absolutely wild.
But instead of granting her plea, Tuf only smirked and captured her now swollen lips in a demanding kiss. Luna responded, then bit down hard, drawing blood from his lower lip.
Tuf hissed.
And as punishment, he slammed into her, hard and deep.
"Ahhh!" Luna cried out, her voice echoing through the office. She no longer cared that they were in his conference room, no longer cared that someone might hear, or worse, peek through the glass. All that mattered was the unbearable pleasure and this man who had her completely at his mercy.
"Cubbbb… I swear I'm going to get back at you for this," she moaned, breathless. "You bastard… I'm going to faint…"
"This beautiful little mouth of yours," Tuf growled low, "still knows how to talk nonsense."
He pushed his thumb between her lips.
Luna bit down, hard, with what little strength she had left, making him grunt in pain.
But he retaliated instantly, biting into her neck with his sharp fangs, injecting venom that made her body writhe, not just in pain, but in helpless ecstasy. Her scream was muffled by the thumb in her mouth, her hips bucking, her walls clenching around him.
So she tried a different tactic.
Luna shifted her gaze, softening her expression. She began to suck and lick his thumb with slow, sensual strokes, giving him that rare innocent, obedient look, the one only Tuf was allowed to see.
And just like that, she got what she wanted.
Tuf hissed under his breath, his body twitching slightly, and she felt it. The chains around her wrists vanished. Her legs fell free. But her strength had not yet returned. She was still weak, still shaking, but free.
And Tuf took full advantage.
He gripped her tightly and began to thrust again, fast, deep, merciless. Luna could only cling to him, her nails digging into his back as she drowned in wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure.
"Cubbbbb!!!" she screamed, arching as her climax ripped through her.
"KITTEN!" Tuf groaned through gritted teeth, his voice a mix of hunger and satisfaction as he spilled inside her, again. For the third time.
With a smug, breathless grin, he finally pulled out of her. He leaned back slightly, his eyes devouring the sight of her body, flushed and trembling on the table, their mixed essence dripping from between her thighs down her pale, perfect legs.
Luna's vision blurred, spots dancing in front of her eyes. She was on the verge of fainting when her strength finally returned, the magical suppression lifting.
"You're insane," she snapped, sitting up shakily on the table and glaring at him with fire in her eyes.
Tuf was already seated in his head chair, reclined like a king who had just conquered his prize. He was fully clothed, aside from his open shirt and unzipped pants, while she sat there completely bare, utterly ravished.
"On your damn conference table," Luna growled.
In all the centuries they had shared in secret, in all the places they'd made love, never once had they done it outside her chambers in the Spire, the Black Tower, or their private secret haven. Never had they done it somewhere so exposed.
Tuf only smirked, rolling his chair forward until he was between her legs again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and looked up at her, eyes gleaming with playful mischief.
"So next time I have a meeting here," he said shamelessly, "I won't be bored. I'll remember this delicious, unforgettable feast that was laid out right here, just for me."
Then, without warning, he bent down and bit the inside of her thigh again, hard enough to sting, to bruise, to make her moan in both pleasure and frustration.
"You are infuriating! Do you know that?!" Luna growled, gripping his hair.
"Of course," Tuf said proudly. "But you still love me the same."
Luna opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. After a thousand years by his side, she still hadn't grown used to his arrogance… or the maddening confidence with which he always spoke, as if her love was an irrefutable fact of existence.
All she could do was roll her eyes, because damn it… the bastard wasn't wrong.
With a low growl in her throat, Luna leaned forward. Her eyes narrowed with that familiar dangerous glint, and, just to get back at him for the torment he'd put her through, she dragged her sharp nails slowly down the side of his cheek.
Golden blood trickled from the fresh scratch, shimmering in the low light. It was the mark of the Demon Lords' bloodline, rich, powerful, immortal.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you," Luna hissed, and then, with deliberate defiance, she leaned in and licked the glowing blood from his cheek.
The wound sealed instantly, healed by the overwhelming regenerative power inherited from both their bloodline and the rare ability he had copied long ago from Orso.
"Poor little kitten," Tuf mocked, brushing his fingers along her thigh. "You hate me so much you had no choice but to scream in pleasure beneath me."
"Shut up!" Luna snapped, cheeks flushed and still trembling. "Just, clean me up already."
Tuf smirked, eyes darkening with mischief. "My pleasure."
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue slowly up her bare chest, savoring the taste of her skin.
Luna's eyes widened in shock. "Not with your tongue!" she squealed, face flaming. "Use your magic!"
Tuf chuckled, completely unfazed. "But have you forgotten how much you love it when I clean you with my tongue?" he asked with an infuriatingly smug grin.
Without hesitation, Luna shoved him with both hands and kicked lightly at his chest with her foot, pushing him and his chair away as she slid off the table, not caring that she was still naked.
"You're shameless!" she growled, cheeks burning even hotter. Tuf's laughter followed her, unbothered and low. "We still have a meeting to attend, in case you forgot!"
Tuf finally stood, shaking his head with a smirk. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him and planting a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Just chill, okay?" he whispered. Then, with a smirk against her skin, he added, "But just in case…"
"Tofu!" Luna snapped, using his real name in exasperation.
"Okay! Okay, I was joking," Tuf laughed, surrendering with a second kiss to her shoulder.
A wave of warmth spread through her body, a soft hum of magic washing over her skin. Within seconds, she felt completely refreshed, as though she had just stepped out of a hot bath, soap and bubbles included. It wasn't as perfect as a real soak, but for now… it would do.
"My clothes," Luna demanded, arms crossed over her chest. There was no salvaging the dress she'd worn earlier, Tuf had ripped it to shreds.
"What clothes?" he asked innocently.
"Oh my gods, " Luna muttered, exasperated. Tuf chuckled again, amused by every little reaction she gave him.
With a casual flick of his hand, he summoned a sleek, body-hugging dress from his old dimension ring. He helped her slip into it himself, his fingers brushing intentionally slow over her curves as he zipped it up.
Luna had never kept her own dimension ring. She said it felt too heavy, not physically, but mentally. Like carrying a bag she didn't want to hold. She hated carrying anything. So Tuf carried everything for her, willingly, without question. Everything she needed was always stored in Tuf's ring.
Once she was dressed and pristine again, Tuf fixed his own appearance, adjusting his shirt and zipping up his pants. He checked the time.
"The Marshalls should be at the HQ by now," he said, his voice shifting to a more serious tone. "There's no turning back. Alright? And no more overthinking about Seiryu's new master. Or I'll have to distract you again, and next time, we're doing it on my office desk."
He offered his hand to her with that same maddening grin.
Luna didn't respond with words. She just sighed, placed her hand in his, and allowed him to guide it to the crook of his arm.
Together, they stepped out of the conference room.
But just as they exited, Luna's gaze caught Naelira, just a few steps away from the conference room door.
The high-born elf stood perfectly still, her back straight, her expression unreadable. It was as if she'd been standing guard… or waiting. But the pain in her eyes betrayed her.
She had seen. There was no doubt about it.
Luna didn't look away.
Neither did Naelira.
For a long, tense moment, silence passed between them, thick and suffocating. It said more than words ever could.
Luna said nothing. But in her mismatched gold-and-black gaze, something flickered, pity, power, warning, all woven into a single look.
Tuf, oblivious… or simply uncaring, continued walking, his arm comfortably locked with Luna's, his hand firm and warm over hers. He didn't look back.
Naelira followed silently behind, her elegant fingers trembling slightly at her sides, unseen… but her heart was breaking with every step.
When they reached the lift, Luna turned her head slightly, one eyebrow raised in mocking curiosity.
"And where do you think you're going?"
Naelira met her gaze, expression unreadable. "I will be attending the meeting, Mistress Luna," she replied calmly, though her voice wavered just barely at the end.
Tuf sighed softly, as if expecting this.
Luna snorted. "You're going to regret this, elf."
"No, Mistress. I won't," Naelira said, her voice laced with quiet conviction.
Luna narrowed her eyes. "Let's see."
"Enough, Kitten," Tuf murmured gently, placing a soothing kiss on Luna's temple, a subtle reminder to hold her temper.
He had tried, tried so damn hard, to protect Naelira's feelings. Out of respect for her loyalty, he'd offered her a chance: a place in the High Council, far away from his private life, and especially far from Luna. It was meant to be a merciful exit. An honorable one.
But she had refused.
And now, he wouldn't protect her anymore, not if it meant jeopardizing Luna's peace of mind.
The lift doors slid open with a soft chime, and the three of them entered in silence. Tuf and Luna stood close together, his hand never once leaving her, fingers gently stroking hers with possessive care. Naelira remained behind them, silent, distant, but her gaze never left the way Tuf held Luna.
She had seen what happened in the conference room. Every moan. Every kiss. Every thrust.
She hadn't meant to look. But the soundproofing had its limits, and her ears, blessed with elven sharpness, heard too much. By the time she realized what was happening, she couldn't unhear it. Couldn't unsee it.
The truth had started unraveling four centuries ago, when she first pieced it all together.
Naelira had known about the secret room inside the Monster Den long before she was ever appointed as Tuf's secretary. The previous secretary had warned her once, in hushed tones: "If the Master is in the Den, do not disturb him. Not even in a life or death situation."
Back then, she thought nothing of it.
Until she noticed a pattern.
Tuf, who hated council meetings, who almost never attended, would always make an appearance if Luna was present. Always. Without fail. And afterward, he would vanish into the Monster Den for days. Locked away. Silent. Untouchable.
It wasn't just coincidence. Not anymore.
Of course, to everyone else, the idea was absurd. The two of them couldn't even share the same room without trading barbed insults or looking moments away from killing each other.
But Naelira… had noticed the scent.
A distinct, primal scent, unique and intoxicating. It wasn't the scent of any other woman she had ever known Tuf to bed. No perfume. No illusion. It was otherworldly. And centuries ago, she caught a trace of it on Luna herself… after accidentally bumping into her in the halls of the Dark Tower.
She knew.
Even when Naelira began to share Tuf's bed herself, she said nothing. She had accepted it, not because she was weak, but because she had been warned.
From the very beginning, Tuf had made it clear:
"It's just sex. Nothing more. Don't expect anything from me."
So she didn't.
Instead, she made herself useful.
She kept their secret.
She excelled at her job.
She became indispensable, trusted enough to make decisions for Tuf's entire business empire. She never demanded attention. She never begged. She never clung.
And she became the one woman in his life who could quietly erase the others.
Especially the women who thought they were special, just because Tuf showered them with lavish gifts. Naelira made them disappear with quiet efficiency, reminding them they were nothing but passing indulgences.
It made her feel powerful.
It made her feel chosen.
She didn't mind the secret, forbidden affair between Tuf and Luna, not at first. After all, Luna was hidden, tucked away in shadows and secrecy.
But she, Naelira, was seen. Visible. Present.
She was the one who walked beside him in public. The one allowed to attend gatherings. She was special.
Or so she told herself.
But after what she saw in the conference room, that illusion shattered.
She wasn't special.
She was never special.
That was just the lie she whispered to herself in the lonely hours between his summons.
She was no different from the rest of his women. Disposable. Interchangeable.
Tuf had sometimes made her share her bed with his sister, Nugget, 'for fun', he said, as if she were nothing but a toy. Like the others, he passed her around when it pleased him. She had only been spared from worse… because Nugget was the only one he'd lent her to.
But not Luna.
Never Luna.
In all her years of service, Naelira had never seen Luna take a lover. Unlike some of their other siblings, Luna remained untouched. Distant. Ethereal. A creature of impossible beauty and restraint. Men followed her with their eyes, obsessed, desperate. But not one of them had ever caught her attention.
Naelira had once believed that Luna simply wasn't interested in anyone. That the eldest daughter of the Demon Lord, his fourth child, had long detached herself from the desires of the flesh. She had chosen isolation, residing on the remote sanctuary island alongside their siblings Milo and Vivi, accompanying their father during his self-imposed exile.
But then Naelira learned the truth.
About her.
And Tuf.
And suddenly, everything made sense.
Luna wasn't untouched. She just belonged to one man. And every man foolish enough to court her… vanished.
Some fell from grace in mysterious scandals.
Others ended up trapped in the pleasure dungeons of Hades, addicted to pain and pleasure.
And a few simply disappeared. Erased like they never existed.
Naelira had thought she mattered. That even now, even earlier, before the conference room, she still had a place in Tuf's world.
But what she witnessed crushed everything.
Tuf had always treated sex like a hunt. He was the predator, and women were the prey. One was never enough. He always played with several at a time, consuming them with raw hunger, taking what he wanted, when he wanted.
But with Luna… it was different.
He wasn't devouring her.
He was savoring her.
No, worshiping her.
With gentleness. Patience. Reverence.
And now Naelira could see the truth with agonizing clarity. The distance between her and Luna wasn't a gap. It was a chasm. An uncrossable divide.
It was like being punched in the soul.
Still, she had made her decision.
She would endure it. Even if she had to lower herself to the level of the other women in Tuf's life. She would stay. She would take the scraps. She would not regret it.
Just as she had told Luna, she wouldn't regret it.
She hadn't even noticed the lift had stopped.
They were no longer in the upper levels.
They had passed the underground pleasure dungeon already, but they hadn't stopped at Hades.
They had transferred to a hidden lift, one known only to a few, and now they walked through a narrow, unmarked path, deeper underground.
It led not to the monster training halls.
But somewhere far more sacred.
The path ended in front of an old, sealed chamber. A private chamber. The one Naelira had never been allowed to enter. Not once. Not in all her centuries by Tuf's side.
When the door opened, she was hit by it, the lingering scent in the room.
A mix of them. Luna and Tuf. Power. Lust. Intimacy.
Her eyes flicked toward the massive canopy bed draped in black and crimson. She could imagine them there, tangled together, whispering in the dark, as if the world outside didn't exist.
But they didn't stop.
They walked past it.
In the far corner of the room, there was another door. And that… That was where they went.