The confession didn't travel through his ears—it pierced straight into his heart. His new demon's heart pulsed wildly beneath his ribs, each beat resonating like a drumroll that echoed across eternity. Her lips carved onto his own with a ferocity that left him breathless, as if she sought to claim not just his mouth but his very soul.
Atlas closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment. He responded in kind, devouring her lips like they were the last taste of life before oblivion. His hands traced fiery paths along her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them—only heat, hunger, and the raw desperation of two people clinging to something fleeting yet infinite.
After what felt like an eternity—and yet far too short—a minute passed. Their lips parted reluctantly, tongues still brushing against one another as if unwilling to let go entirely. Eli pulled back slightly, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed crimson under the firefly glow.
"Eli…" Atlas growled, his voice rough-edged with desire. His hand slid lower, gripping her curvy waist before boldly squeezing her buttocks possessively.
Ahh!!
"…we can't," he muttered, though his grip tightened reflexively. "Not here. Not now."
Eli's eyes burned into him, molten pools of lust threatening to consume them both whole. She leaned forward again, kissing him hard enough to leave a red mark on his swollen lips. Her voice dripped with teasing authority when she finally spoke. "…you're right." But instead of pulling away completely, she added, "Then stop grabbing my ass."
Atlas wanted to obey—he really did. But the way she said it, her voice pitched just high enough to challenge him, made him squeeze harder. His fingers dug into her flesh like he was branding her as his property.
"…if you weren't such a drop-dead beauty, I wouldn't be having this much trouble controlling myself," he admitted gruffly, forcing himself to release her. He backed away slightly, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
Eli smiled softly, tugging at her tattered skirt and scuffed leather armor where his groping hands had left their mark. She took his compliment to heart, even as her mind raced ahead. She wanted more than words—more than fleeting touches—but she understood the weight of what lay between them. He was a prince, burdened by politics and expectations. And she? Older, wiser, scarred by time and battles fought long before he was born. 'Maybe that's why…' she thought bitterly, pushing the idea aside for now.
"Eli…" Atlas called, breaking the silence. He relaxed onto the grass, patting the spot beside him. "Come here."
"hmmm...you know what? ...You're pretty good for a young teenager," she teased, lying down next to him. Her body pressed against his, warmth radiating despite the chill of the night. She nipped at his chest playfully, biting down just hard enough to elicit a sharp cry from him.
"Oouu!! What was that for?" Atlas yelped, rubbing the spot where her teeth had marked him. "We need to sleep, Eli. Tomorrow might be our last day here."
Eli turned to him in surprise, her playful demeanor faltering momentarily. "Really? The temple thing you mentioned—is that the exit?"
Atlas scratched his head awkwardly, hesitating before answering. "Hmm… no and yes. You see, remember how we jumped from the first realm to the fifth?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, there was a reason for that. The second realm, the fourth realm—they weren't so bad because we had enough strength to handle them. But the third…" He paused, swallowing hard. "…it's death itself."
Eli's heartbeat quickened as she watched him sweat despite his earlier bravado—the same man who had wiped out hollows with a single swing of his sword. "I remember the demon saying there are worse things here than himself. Are Veil and his fucked-up family tree not bad enough?"
Atlas chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Haha… Eli, they 'are' the worst—almost killed us—but they're nothing compared to 'him'. In the third realm. That's why no demon, no matter how powerful, has ever passed the gates of the southern valley."
"…then why are we talking about 'him'? I only asked how we're getting out!" Eli snapped, shaking him lightly in frustration. She wasn't ready to face whatever nightmare lurked beyond their current sanctuary.
"That's because, my sweet Eli," Atlas began, his tone heavy with dread, "the temple isn't the exit—it's just the key to unlocking the door. And the exit door is actually…" His throat seized up, unable to finish the sentence.
"…Atlas?" Eli prompted, concern leaking into her voice.
"Yes."
"Please, please, please don't tell me. By the gods, Please' don't tell me," Eli whispered, her voice trembling like a fraying rope on the edge of snapping. "The exit door you're talking about—is it… 'him'? The one even demons fear? The worst of the worst?"
Atlas closed his eyes and gave a small nod. That was it. That was the plan all along. Meeting godly beings after godly beings, hoping not to die in the process. But now, as he faced Eli's blazing gaze—her fury sharp enough to carve mountains—he couldn't help but feel the weight of what he'd just confessed. Here they were again, standing at death's doorstep because of him.
What else could he do? It was the only path forward—the only chance for survival. With his knowledge of the game, of this cursed world, Atlas knew there was no other way out.
"....."
Silence stretched between them like an abyss too wide to cross. Her stare burned into him, demanding answers despite knowing she might not survive them. "I didn't want to know," she muttered finally, her voice brittle with resignation. "But if we're going to face this 'him,' who is he?"
Atlas hesitated, swallowing hard. Should he say it? Once spoken, there would be no taking it back. No undoing the terror that would surely grip her heart.
"Say it!" Eli shouted, her patience evaporating like mist under the sun.
"Haaaa... You can't unhear it once I say it, okay?" he warned weakly, bracing himself for the storm to come.
She said nothing, merely stared at him, her expression unreadable yet suffocating in its intensity.
"Haaaa... It's... it's actually 'Dracula'."
"...."
Another silence fell, heavier than before. Slowly, Eli sat up, pulling away from his side. "...So you're saying... fucking 'Dracula'?" she asked softly, disbelief lacing every word.
Atlas nodded, still lying flat on the grass, his hand pressed against his forehead as though trying to shield himself from the truth himself.
"Ummmm... ahh... so you're saying the legendary, mythical being—the progenitor of the vampire race—and the one who nearly wiped out his own kind to extinction... THE DRACULA?" Her voice rose, shaking alongside her trembling hand.
He nodded again, words failing him entirely. There was nothing left to explain; everyone already knew who 'he' was. Every child grew up hearing bedtime stories of the immortal monster lurking in shadows, waiting to feast on human souls. And now, they were walking straight toward him.
"....."
"Eli... you okay?"
"....."
"Eli... Eli!!!"
"..."
"Earth to Eli!"
"You know what?" she suddenly snapped, her tone slicing through the night like a blade. She leaned over him, straddling his waist as her fiery glare pinned him in place. Her fingers worked quickly, untying the knot of his leather trousers.
"Wai—wait, Eli! What are you doing?" Atlas stammered, panic rising in his chest as she tugged his pants down.
"I don't give a shit anymore," Eli hissed, her voice a molten blade, eyes blazing with reckless defiance. "If I'm gonna die anyway, I want some action before I go. So quit complaining and whip out your FUCKING DICK." Her hands were swift, yanking Atlas's trousers down in one fierce tug, freeing his naked cock—already rock-hard, towering from their earlier frenzy, pulsing with need.
Eli's eyes widened, a hungry gleam sparking at his sheer girth. 'I've been missing this?' she thought, awe and lust coiling in her gut. She hiked her skirt in a heartbeat, her pussy glistening like a waterfall, slick with desire, aching for him. The Dark Continent's air pressed heavy around them, thick with danger, but their heat burned hotter, a rebellion against death itself.
"Eli, wai—" Atlas's protest faltered, his voice rough, cracking under the weight of her gaze.
Before he could resist, Eli dropped her hips, impaling herself on his massive cock, her tight, wet heat swallowing him whole. "Aaaahhh!" she moaned, the sound raw, blissful, a cry of pure ecstasy as he filled her, stretching her to the edge of delirium. Every nerve sang, her body trembling with the electric rush of him inside her.
She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, Atlas's thick length still buried deep, her fingers curling around his neck, nails grazing his skin. "Now," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction, a velvet command laced with feral need, "Fuck me like it's your last fucking day."
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