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“No, no, no!” Loba screamed as she stormed into her apartment. Body tense, breath shallow, every sensation and sound worked to put her over the edge. She knew that Kairi lingered behind, but she was in no mood to talk, or to even inhabit the same space as the pilot. She slammed the door in her face, hoping that was enough of a message - leave me alone . After that spectacular failure of a mission, Loba wanted time alone. No Kairi. No Ajay or Maggie. No one. She needed to be alone. She fell back against the door, mindlessly locking it, before sinking to the floor.
Emotions roiled within her. The moment she decided to kill the demon, he turned his back on their deal. Loba had been betrayed by the demon before, but this stung particularly. Why couldn’t she get what she wanted? Why did everyone have to keep messing things up? She was supposed to kill him, for real this time! And she had gotten so close. A part of her wanted to cry. Another part wanted to scream her throat raw. All she could do was lean back, resting her head against the door as she stared numbly into her living room. This had been her chance. She doubted she’d get another.
She could just barely make out the sound of Kairi’s voice on the other side of the door, but it was overshadowed by Loba’s abject grief. By her self-hatred. By her guilt . She buried her head in her hands, letting out a shaky breath, before a loud, raw scream left her lips. She balled her fists, slamming them into the ground in front of her. Her door handle jiggled. Loba only screamed louder.
“Loba, please! Let me in!”
No. Never again.
Loba lurched forward, digging her hands into the plush mat beneath her, balling it up into fists so tight that her knuckles blanched. Tears bubbled in her eyes as she continued to yell.
“Loba, you don’t have to shut me out! I can help you!”
Hadn’t she helped enough?
Loba swung around, slamming her fist into the door with a loud bang . Unable to speak, she hoped this got the message across. I hear you. And I don’t care. Kairi’s voice quieted after this, and Loba relaxed, although only marginally. She still couldn’t fight the meltdown which overtook her. Her entire body held her locked in place. Her nails dug into her palms. Her lungs felt as though they had seized, and she gasped for breath. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that Loba was sure at that moment that they’d never open again. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Wobbling sobs built up in her chest, though she was quick to quiet at the sound of footsteps approaching her from the direction of her room. If Kairi had broken into her house via the balcony again…
Loba felt a rage surge in her, which was enough of a motivating force to shoot her upward. Grabbing her staff, she swung out blindly, only opening her eyes when she felt it connect to something. Or, rather, someone. But it wasn’t Kairi.
“Loba, Loba, Loba…” The demon tsked as he wrapped his hand around her staff, giving it a tug. Loba, caught off-guard by seeing him so soon after his attempted murder spree, loosened her grip on the staff, allowing him to toss it to the side. “Why so blue ?”
“Demon!” Loba barked, regaining enough sense to grab at the fan at her side. Lungs willing to breathe, body loosening, she prepared to fight him. But the cock of his head and the flick of his red gaze suggested he wasn’t interested in a fight. Loba’s jaw set. “You betrayed me!”
“Is that really so much of a surprise, girlie?” He spoke as he effortlessly dodged Loba’s fan as she swiped at him. She let out a hiss as she stepped toward him, flinging the claws of her fan toward his throat. He parried, blocking her wrist with his arm. Desperate to maintain ownership of Garra de Alanza, Loba quickly pulled it away, just in time to miss his grab at it. “You betrayed me, I betrayed you… seems we’re even now.”
Loba felt a bitter laugh build in her chest, which was dulled considerably by the way her bottom lip quivered and by the way mascara-laced tears dripped down her cheeks. She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, before adjusting her stance to anticipate the attack he was sure to throw at her.
“If you’re here to kill me, get on with it!” Loba snapped, voice hoarse but resolute. She didn’t fear him. Not when he was alone. She could lay him out on his ass - she had before. She tilted her chin up in a silent challenge. He just cocked his head again.
“I’m not here to kill you.”
This is what had caught Loba off-guard. Eyes narrowing, she wiped her nose again, before crossing an arm over her chest. The other held her fan upright, making sure she kept its claws extended in case this was a ruse to lower her guard. She gave it a nervous flutter, which she knew he clocked. “What? Why not? You seemed pretty insistent back there.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have killed you . Just everyone else.”
The words sent a shiver down her spine, and Loba swallowed hard. Not because of the implications of his words - of her having to watch as he slaughtered everyone around her - but because the voice came from another end of Loba’s apartment. She turned to watch as a second Revenant crept out of the shadows of her darkened kitchen. Running the mental calculus, she was confident that she could take on two Revenants. It would take a great deal of effort, but she could succeed nonetheless. She kept her fan at the ready, but realized that she could use her another weapon. She eyed her staff, which was discarded between the two.
“That doesn’t make sense.” Loba tried to stall, noting the predatory look in the second Revenant’s gaze. She subconsciously licked her lips as she eyed the staff. “Why not kill me? I nearly destroyed your stupid head.”
“Because I have other plans for you.” He cooed, tone surprisingly saccharine. Loba’s breath caught in her throat as she unfurled her arm from her chest. Revenant watched her movement with keen eyes. She knew that he knew what she intended to do, but she’d still go for it anyways. Maybe that was stupid. She didn’t care. “This all happened because of you. And I want to thank you.”
The words stopped Loba dead in her tracks. Forgetting about her plan to grab her staff, all she could think about were the whispers of Revenant’s shadow alternate. About how she was the catalyst to his rise in power. How he seemed so reverent and worshipful toward her. Would her Revenant become the same monster? Would he plunge their world into shadows too?
She squeezed her eyes shut, entire body tensing, then relaxing, when a pair of metal hands gripped her shoulders, slowly drawing down the length of her arms. What had happened to her in that realm? Had he spared her? Turned her into some living doll? Or did he kill her like he did the rest?
What was about to happen to her now?
The surprisingly gentle caress drew shivers down Loba’s spine, and she weakly opened her eyes. The main Revenant, her Revenant, still stood before her, as did the second shell. So the one touching her… she turned to look, ensuring it wasn’t just her mind playing tricks, noting that there was indeed a third Revenant. One, she could handle with no issue, even if he was the original. Two, fine, she’d struggle, but she’d make do. Three? There was no way. She was screwed. Loba couldn’t trust that he was being truthful when he said he wasn’t going to kill her. Why else would he bring two other shells?
Three other shells, Loba noted, as a fourth Revenant crept from the shadows of her guest room. Terror gripped her, if only for a moment, at the realization that she was completely surrounded. She hardly noticed that the Revenant holding her had continued to caress her.
“Why are you here?” Loba managed to squeak out, gaze trailing between the three shells in front of her. Her Revenant laughed lowly, before leaning in.
“I already told you. I’m thanking you.” He breathed, and despite herself, Loba’s eyes fluttered shut. It was at that moment that she understood what he meant. Despite a part of her telling her to bracelet away, to reject the advances of her demons… another part of her knew that everything in her life had culminated to this moment. And to say that she didn’t want this would be a lie. The set of hands on her slowly moved from her arms to her back, finding the laces of her corset and masterfully untying them. He had done it before, after all.
“How do you know I won’t say ‘no’?” Loba replied, voice barely a whisper as her eyes opened, revealing that the three remaining Revenants had gotten closer. Arms gathered above her head, legs spread apart, Loba was left face to face with her red-eyed demon. A hairsbreadth apart, he cooed.
“I know you. You won’t.”
A part of Loba wanted to spite him, to say fuck you, I don’t want you . But she couldn’t make the words come out of her mouth. Not when cold hands were on her bare breasts and as another set of hands worked her pants down. Her bottom lip trembled in a silent moan, before her demon leaned in, pressing his nasal ridge to her ear.
“You can’t deny me. You never could.”
Pants removed, Loba was left only in her bolero and the numerous hands covering her. Thumbs brushed against her pebbled nipples, hands massaged her ass cheeks, claws teased down her stomach… the sensations were almost too much. Her cunt twinged, quickly growing wet and aroused. That’s when she heard the hissing.
She watched as the Revenants, almost in unison, removed their loin cloths and opened up their pelvic paneling. Large cocks inflated, growing hard and ready. One flopped onto her ass, causing her to shiver and let out a breathy groan. The rest lay in waiting. Her demon chuckled as her gaze scoured their lengths.
“Just for you, girlie .”
“Didn’t know I was so special .” Loba managed, feeling the cock rut between her asscheeks. Her face went hot as she suddenly realized how many eyes were on her. Sure, they all belonged to the same demon… but she knew he’d have recordings of this moment from every angle. The thought made her cunt tingle.
Her red-eyed demon lifted her leg, slinging it over his narrow hip. Loba anchored her leg there, watching as he drew the head of his cock along her drooling slit, before slowly pressing into her. Loba let out a low mewl, head rolling back onto the shoulder of the shell behind her. He continued to rut his cock along her backside, hands moving from her asscheeks to fiddle with something that sounded like a bottle of lube. A squirt later, and she felt the cool gel kiss her entrance. She gasped, tensing, her eyes squeezing shut.
“You know how this works, girlie. You need to relax.” The shell behind her cooed, and Loba bit her lip.
“I’m trying - Oh!” Loba squeaked as her nipples were pinched and as her cunt enveloped more of his length. Fingers traced along her lips, before pressing at the seam, asking for entrance. Loba granted it, taking in the two, metal fingers and sucking. She whined lowly, eyes opening to take in the sight of her demon staring at her. He cooed as he leaned in, caressing her thigh and drawing a hand up and down along her belly, trying to feel where his cock sat within. Loba started to drool around the fingers in her mouth, finally feeling her body relax. With a muffled yelp, the cock breached her asshole, slowly sliding in.
“Ah!” She cried out, taken aback by how good it all felt. Her body progressively relaxed, allowing the cock in her ass to continue to slide in until he was hilted within her. Every nerve within Loba was set ablaze, every sensation working only to stoke the fire. Orgasm crescendoed, pulling her to the very apex, daring her to look down. Chest heaving, head lolling back, she orgasmed, cunt working to expel her demon’s cock with a rush of fluids. He only laughed, ensuring that he remained within. “Demonio!”
“That’s it, girlie.” He cooed, his hands sliding down to cup her bottom. The shell behind her did the same, and the two worked to lift her up off the ground. Loba quite nearly panicked, flinging herself toward her red-eyed demon as he and the other shell knelt to the ground. Loba almost questioned the move before the two began to thrust, their cocks massaging the thin wall of flesh separating them.
Loba’s head lolled back again, her gaze falling on one of the shells which stood off to the side. With a coy curl of her finger, she beckoned him closer, leaning forward slightly to grip his cock, giving it a languid stroke. Hazy bronze eyes met gold as she leaned in, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock and suckling softly. She moved away, beckoning to the other lingering shell to do the same.
Taking both cocks into her hands, she began to stroke, albeit it lazily and erratically, given the way that her system was completely overstimulated by the two demons in her. She’d just manage to find a rhythm, leaning forward to take the cock into her mouth, before another orgasm was ripped out of her. Loba keened and mewled and moaned, continuously drenching the demons and her floor. But she didn’t care.
Hands grabbed the back of her head, tangling in her hair and pulling her closer. Bleary eyes met a cock, and she instinctively opened her mouth, relaxing her jaw and throat and flattening her tongue. The length plunged in, slipping deftly down her throat, earning nothing more than a soft gag. Her gaze flicked up to meet his, and she felt orgasm build again at the intensity of his stare. He wanted her. They all wanted her. Eyes fluttering shut, the cock in her throat found a rhythm, pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in. Every movement got her to gag, her body heaving, her eyeliner running with further tears. And yet she needed more.
She needed it all.
The cock in her mouth was quick to leave, only to be replaced by another. In the exact same way, he slipped in, hilting within her mouth, before pulling out. Hands guided her head, played with her breasts, held her aloft. She didn’t know which shell was doing what anymore, although she wasn’t sure if she cared. All she knew was that she was on her way to another orgasm and what felt like the edge of oblivion.
If he had killed her now… she probably wouldn’t have fought it.
“Look at you. Nearly spent already.” His gravelly voice cooed in her ear. The words went straight to her cunt, and she wriggled, still helplessly stuck on the two Revenants. Impaled. Used. She whined around the cock in her mouth.
“It’s as cute as it is pathetic.” He growled lowly, fucking into her mouth as if she was nothing more than a toy for her pleasure.
“If only you knew how good you feel.” He played with her oversensitive clit, drawing her to writhe further, feeling her chest tighten as a molten, prickling sensation overtook her. Legs shaking, toes curling, all she could do was take what he gave her.
“Every.”
“Inch.”
“Of.”
“You.”
She yanked her head backward, letting out a guttural scream. With one final thrust, she orgasmed, finally managing to push the cock from her cunt, completely spent. The other shells got the message, pulling out of her and allowing her to crumble onto the floor. Shuddering, Loba managed to lift her head, meeting her demon’s gaze as she did. She listened as the other shells retreated, relieved for a moment that it was only him that she had to contend with now. Sitting up and wiping the saliva from her chin, she managed to whisper.
“Are you going to kill me now?” She cringed at how raw her voice was, noting that it wasn’t the only thing about her that felt weak. Her demon stared down at her with what only could be described as affection, gingerly cupping her cheek in his hand.
“No… that would certainly be a waste, now wouldn’t it?” He cooed, leaning in to press his forehead to hers. Voice darkening the room, he whispered in response. “No… I want you at my side to watch the world burn .”
Loba wanted to cry, to scream, to beg. Surely he would listen to her after all of this. But all she could manage was a small smile, wondering if a future like this was really that terrible.