Kapitel 879: More

"exor–cism? "She muttered through short choppy breaths, sprawled over the bed.

"Hmmm, what better word would you use?" I inquired, teasing the little devil quite literally in the palm of my hand.

"Hurry~" She muttered, looking up with… is that longing?

My finger stopped, and I chuckled, "Hurry, with what exactly?"

Ezra seemed surprised for a moment and just lay there in silence, simply staring. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore I could see images flashing through her eyes, alongside smoke rising from her head, as she went through every possibility.

Not giving her a chance to decide, my will flickered and dove into her devil's heart. Meeting a room filled with a scarlet, black mist, memories, and events seemed to twist itself from what physically happened.

I figured since Ezra was a devil, an entity touched by the Hells, finding the root of her issues would be far more complicated than anyone else, and I was proven right, as even after a hundred years, I was still doing work on her heart.

As it stands, mending a devil's heart was far too complex to do in a day, as one devil's heart will twist a person's soul bending it to its will, and if a person has more than one, it leads to an infinite web of lies and deceit.

Revealing the truth of memories was a challenge, but the hardest thing was making Ezra understand the mechanics of her heart. As a person outside looking in, I had the privilege of seeing things that she missed or simply didn't grasp, but it was still weird going through her heart.

Women are weird.

Things that should be simple were made complex, and it boggles me. I was surprised that Ezra had feelings for Zan, but she was confused about me. She didn't want me involved whatsoever. She hated the fact Zanris was sired to me.

Ezra was even going to petition against Asmo to give me the throne in exchange for Zanris. Despite Ezra's cold distance from my perspective, she was a big softy to my Zan.

Focusing my mind, I spent the entire two days working with Ezra as this was our limit. By the time I opened my eyes to a new day, I was slumped over on Ezra as she lay covered in both my sweat and hers.

"Your heavy," She muttered as my head pressed against her chest.

Far more comfortable than a pillow, I smirked and chuckled a bit as I felt the tip of her breast poking into my cheek.

"Few more years and your devil's heart will vanish," I said, listening to her heart almost skip a beat.

Picking myself off her, my hands fixed themselves near her head as I bore down with a smile, "It's still morning,"

"Your eyes are hollow," she pointed out. "Do you feel anything?"

My head leaned down as the breath of lotus blossoms filled my nose. My lips traced over hers as a smile touched my lips.

"I feel what you feel and so much more. My emotions are only suppressed, not sealed. You just got to work a little harder to—"

Ezra reached up, pressing her lips against mine with a blinding passion I welcomed, as her legs wrapped against my waist, locking me down.

Wiggling her tongue through the gaps meeting the promised land, I was almost overwhelmed by the little devil as a whirlwind of pleasure took place between our mouths. A scrabble took place between us as we twisted over the bed, as I tried to push her off.

Using all the strength my weak body could muster, I slammed her into the bed as she looked up like I had wronged her.

"More." She uttered in a childlike voice I'd never heard Ezra speak. It was akin to a little girl asking for sweets.

"I'm still heavily injured, you know. If you keep up that aggression, I'll faint." I weakly said, feeling a little embarrassed and completely short of breath.

Usually, it's the other way around.

Ezra seemed a tad bit disappointed; in a way, I could feel that piercing pain shooting right through me; I could feel the humiliation for this rejection she seemed to face at my words.

'Was I a slut' I could almost hear her say, 'Why am I even here? This is stupid; I need to—'

My fingers traced along Ezra's cheeks, silencing the myriad of emotions sprawling out of control. "Easy," I whispered, slowly pressing my lips against hers, "Just relax."

"No! This was a bad Idea. I don't know what came over me; it's just—"

"You're overthinking things," I said, narrowing my eyes, as her flesh seemed so appetizing. I just wanted a bite. Just a nibble.

Leaning in close, I captured the lotus blossoms; When my lips touched the nape of her neck. I bit down, not hard, but it broke the skin, allowing sweet nectar to fill my lips as a bit of a muffled cry sounded in my ear.

"Is-is it good?" She asked hesitantly as her hands passed through my hair. "You can bite a little harder if-if you want." She said right after with a little excitement in her voice.

I was no vampire, but I did have fangs longer than most people that could be misinterpreted as fangs, but either way, Ezra's blood was heavenly. A little thin, sweet, with a spicy taste, wrapped with what I believe was cinnamon. It was insatiable, a close second to Lilith, whose taste was as ethereal as the Heavens.

Squeezing me harder as though I were Zanris teddy bear. Ezra's legs tightened over my waist, wishing to pull me in, as her hands squeezed my neck. Her flesh grew hot. Her eyes were long since moist, and her heart was hammering like tolls.

My hands slipped down to her thick thigh, holding her as my mouth pulled away from her neck. I looked down at the alluring succubus smiling with a beauty that silenced the world.

She's insane. All of it is just crazy!

"W-W-Was I good?"

"You were," I answered

"Do you want more?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Then… can I have a bite?"

Heart racing, I smiled as little Arsene, trapped by my trousers, tried to rise. Wishing to tear through its cage, she reached toward me with an insatiable smile.

"I want to try it too."

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