Crimson Overlord

The road that led to and from White City was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs, and leaves. The occasional animal could be heard rustling in the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens or hiding in the wild overgrown bushes.

Remnants of packages and magazines still lay at some of the doorsteps, unopened and long forgotten. At least the animals got some use out of them. There were signs of fires; in some cases, it was merely a trail of soot and smoke above a window pane; in others, it was a pile of ash where once a building stood.

White City, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour, was now a mere distant memory of better times. Were it not for the occasional bird call, the only sound in this town was that of the wind. The sounds of market vendors, playing families, and a loving community were no more.

The safety of the bank was forfeited long ago. There was nothing left but empty halls and empty safety deposit boxes, boxes that made for great nesting areas for small birds who gladly took advantage of this.

No matter how you looked at it, this town was an eerie sight to behold. Lives were forgotten, perhaps wholly ruined, and there was barely anything to show for it. But with nothing else to lose, this town had a strange sense of comfort about it. Like a world of opportunity, except there was nobody there to take it.

This was one of the bustling cities under the angel's race management, but after that war, everything was gone, and this city became a ghost city. Not only did it become a ghost city, but it became part of one of the forbidden zones, the most dangerous of all.

Darkness overshadowed this ghost city, making the already chilling night even more chilly.

And in this chilly world were two humans kneeled; surrounded by shadows, the two humans were injured.

They felt pain in their chest, they felt pain in their arms, and they felt pain in their mind. It was exhausting, and the pain took its toll on them. Tired, but unable to sleep and unable to stop it. They gently rubbed their injury and, with eyes staring at their hands, tried to figure out a way to relieve themselves of this pain.

They let out a moaning yelp, part desperation, and part determination. They had two options: fight or give up. They told themselves it'd be over soon; whether that was true or not was irrelevant as it gave them the necessary strength to deal with it nonetheless.

They thought they would survive; however, one of the shadows moved and sunk his fangs into the neck of one of them; the shadow seemed to have injected something into his comrade because as soon the shadow with red eyes disappeared, his comrade started thrashing, and there was an explosion of black light which sent the other flying.

''Ugh!"

While grunting in pain, the survivor cleared his eyes and looked in his comrade's direction, and he immediately wished he shouldn't have done that.

A shriek in the twilight, cracking of wood, and suddenly he was eye to eye with a frightening soul of darkness and terror. Six crazed eyes stare at him with a harrowing excitement, and another shriek echoes from its vile mouth with a most putrid smell.

Two lights on dangling stalks adorn its withered head, which itself is covered in blisters and soils. Oozing magma escapes the creature's forked nostrils set within a pudgy nose.

Its withered head sits atop a massive, skeletal body. A giant scar crosses its chest, seemingly like a reminder of some event in the past.

The creature takes a step forward; its two legs steadily carry its diabolical body with frightful energy.

Four immense wings extend themselves fully. Jagged bones and glowing membranes stretch upward, preventing you from seeing anything other than this being. The creature, disappointed or bored, breaks its gaze upon him for now.

''Stay away.... monster, devil.'' The man shouted before that thing moved in his direction and slashed with its claw; the man was bisected in two, and the last thing he heard was.

''What a bother, another failure.''

On his dying breath, he wondered what they were trying to accomplish. He had never thought the most dangerous forbidden zone would be the home to the accursed race, the vampires.

The shadows, who were none other than vampires using their special ability, the night ruler killed the failure and retreated to their quarters. Today's harvest was bad as well. Still, they would soon grow their stronger army, ready for the incoming war to overtake the world; this left them quite excited.

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Back to Orpheus's location and their little game.

Inside the empress's mind, it could only be dangerous to those that don't know how to control themselves. To her, who had lived in schemes and deceit since the day she was born, coupled with her experience, there was no way she would lose this game.

This man was nothing more than her chess piece; she would let him have the illusion of being in control while completely turning him into a puppet of her liking. A fly couldn't escape a spider queen's net. He would eventually fall prey to her to feed her son.

She would be the winner of the game called the one that falls first win. She had already won.

It is time to show him who was in control. She would let him think he was in control before showing who was the real master.

As if he could read her mind, Orpheus chuckled, amused. He continued with what he was doing; this time, he hugged her waist and pressed her body against his body. He savored her lips fiercely, sucking and licking them as though they were the tastiest dessert in the world.

When he moved his lips away, Lillia was panting heavily.

"How is it?" He asked with a smile.

Lillia bit her lips.

"It felts differently than my husband's kisses." She said she was not lying; all of this was to put her in full confidence mode.

"Is it so? Well, I'm sure I'm better." Orpheus knew what she was planning but still decided to play along.

Without giving Lilia time to answer, her mouth was sealed again. Lillia moaned and opened her mouth, leaving his tongue to go inside her and sucking a bit of my saliva.

Lillia's gesture was so lewd that he could not believe she was a married woman. Her eyes, however, were filled with struggle. Even when she was kissing him, he could see in her eyes that she knew she should stop this.

Perhaps if she stopped now, she could still go back. She could forget tonight's kiss, and tomorrow everything would be like before.

These thoughts were like a spark that woke her up. Suddenly, Lillia pushed me away and looked at the ground.

"… Sorry, I... I can't betray my husband… Even if he is in the wrong, I can't do it."

Immediately afterward, Lillia struggled out of Orpheus's arms and rushed towards the door.

But he instantly hugged her waist and pressed his body against her back.

"… Are you sure?" He breathed softly in her ear. "Mmm… If you want to stop, I'll stop. It's just that you are so beautiful, and sexy… Your husband sure is fortunate. I don't understand why he went after another woman when he has such a charming wife."

Lillia shivered, and her eyes turned hazy. Feeling my breath against her ear, she felt her whole body becoming weak.

As a woman, Lillia was weak against sweet works. Moreover, she was currently enraged with her husband. Therefore, in front of the sweet nothings of a handsome young man, her resolution wavered.

Orpheus did not give her time to think. With his right hand, he pulled her face towards him and kissed her lips again.

Lillia was unable to resist. She involuntarily opened her thirsty lips and stretched out her tongue tenderly. The next second, their tongues were entangled again, and Lillia's body was shivering softly in his arms.

While his mouth sucked Lillia's lips, Orpheus's two hands continued working. One of them was rubbing Lillia's breasts, pinching her nipples over her clothes, and playing with her two huge mountains.

His other hand was caressing the rest of her body, slowly sliding down her clothes and caressing her most intimate parts.

He could feel her body turning hot. Her breathing grew ragged, and her beautiful eyes had turned misty.

Although she thought she could easily control this man through sex, she learned that it would be a challenging feat.

In the end, Lillia was a noblewoman. Although she had experienced sex with the emperor, she knew nothing about this kind of foreplay. For her, sex was only sleeping in a bed, inserting the dick with a little bit of play, and the end.

Now, though, her entire body was under the stimulation of his hands. Orpheus chuckled and caressed her body gently, using his special crimson origin to stimulate her nerves and make her moan each time his fingers stroked her skin. This would be fun.