Her cheeks blazed crimson beneath the emerald fury. She drifted closer, the debris of murdered worlds swirling like cosmic confetti between them — shards of crystal continents glinting, wisps of unravelled time coiling like smoke.
Her gaze dropped — defiant still, but sheepish now, vulnerable in a way that made the void feel suddenly intimate.
He floated nearer, horns casting long shadows across her flushed face, voice dropping to a velvet rumble thick with playful promise.
"So… you want me to fuck you until you can't walk either? Just like I did your sister — legs shaking, pussy ruined, begging for more even when you can't take it? Is that what this whole cosmic tantrum was about, my fiery little witch?"
She bit her lip hard enough to draw a bead of starlit blood that shimmered like liquid diamonds, then gave one tiny, sheepish nod — emerald eyes lifting to meet his, blazing with equal parts fury, hunger, and aching need.
