CHAPTER 84: | THE DESTRUCTION OF ATLANTIS | 5 [R18]

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  "Hmmmm… this is getting out of hand."

  Simon muttered, his hands trembling.

  He couldn't tear his gaze from the woman of the opposite table from him, a vixen with eyes like rubies and a grace that captivated every man in the room.

  He wasn't trembling because his cards were bad, they were decent, but because of this woman, who called herself Lisia, had appeared a few hours ago and swept their table clean like a hurricane.

  He stroked his chin, a tremor running through his fingers as he pondered.

  'What are you holding, Lisia? A royal flush, with that confidence? Or is it all a bluff?'

  He glanced at her enchanting smile, but he forced himself to ignore its pull, as he pushed a mountain of chips forward.

  "Raise, 5,000 Stams."

  A collective gasp went through the crowd.

  The other heirs bit their lips, as they were not confident enought of their cards, folded and dropping out of the game.

  The pot was a staggering 100,000 Stams, and it was now a battle between just three players, Simon, the heir of the Sea Dragon Clan, Jim, the heir of the White Pearl Clan, and Lisia, the unknown woman with otherworldly beauty.

  Lisia leaned forward, her low-cut dress revealing the swell of her breasts as she pushed a mountain of chips onto the table.

  "Raise, 10,000 Stams."

  She said, her mature voice a sweet melody.

  Jim bit his lip, his voice strained.

  "Lady Lisia, have some mercy, please."

  But Lisia only met his gaze with a serene smile.

  Jim revealed his cards, as a defeated sigh escaped his lips.

  "I fold."

  He stood, grabbing his black coat, and said.

  "What can I do when Lady Lisia herself has swept away all my funds for the year like a storm?"

  Simon's lips thinned, a bead of sweat tracing a line down his temple.

  He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest.

  His cards weren't great, and he knew there was a high chance Lisia was bluffing, but the cost was too great.

  With a heavy sigh, he let his cards go.

  "Are you giving up now, Lord Simon?"

  Lisia's voice was filled with a feigned concern.

  "I… I lost, my lady."

  Simon said, his voice flat.

  He had blown everything he had this year.

  "So, how about you show your cards?"

  Simon's eyes were fixed on her hands as she slowly revealed her cards.

  He was so sure it was a royal flush, but to his dismay, it wasn't.

  Lady Lisia cards were nothing special at all, it was just, uh... a three of a kind.

  Simon's jaw went slack.

  He massaged his temples, staggering backward before he shouted.

  "Dammit!"

  He grabbed his cards and ripped them apart, whining as the crowd sympathized with him.

  "Why! Just why did I fold! Am I not a man who can call! Dammit, Lisia!"

  Lisia just gazed at him with her usual sweet smile as she called the shuffler.

  Then she generously tipped him a thousand Stams.

  "Ted, could you please redeem my stake?"

  Ted, a male staff member with the common features of a krakenling, nodded and guided her away as the crowd rushed to comfort Simon, who was still throwing a fit at the table.

  "Dammit! Lisia!"

  I chuckled at their display, slowly observing the casino floor.

  It was time for them to appear.

  And, speak of the devil, a hand grabbed my shoulder.

  "Hello, Miss Lisia."

  Liam said.

  His voice was friendly, but I knew he and his companions were plotting something sinister.

  Liam continued with an inviting smile.

  "Would you like to play with us?"

  I looked at the three of them, Liam, Aubrey, and Keshlock, who were eager to converse and make connections with me while hiding their sinister plan with their inviting grin.

  I pondered for a moment, acting my part, then smiled and shook hands with Aubrey.

  "I would love to!"

  This performance should do, I thought, a chuckle rising in my chest.

  Aubrey, too, was deep in thought.

  'This girl seems to have a few loose screws, but whatever. Our plan is advancing faster than expected.'

  Liam smiled, taking a confident stance as he guided me.

  "My lady, let us go..."

  "W-wait! I need to redeem my stake!"

  I said, feigning a small panic.

  Liam gritted his teeth, shame flashing in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself.

  He smiled, his poker face on, and bowed, kissing the back of my hand.

  "My apologies, my lady."

  Keshlock cackled from behind him, gazing at Liam's flustered face.

  He grabbed my hand and kissed it, sending a small shiver of disgust through me.

  "Haha, my lady, please forgive Liam. You know he is quite the impatient type, and having a conversation with a beauty such as you made him more impatient."

  Of course, in bed, Keshlock's thoughts were written all over his face.

  Well I'd think the same if I saw someone as beautiful as me, I thought, the old emptiness a dull ache in my chest.

  "Huhu, no worries."

  I said.

  Aubrey, meanwhile, was just staring at my bust with a destructive desire in her eyes.

  I met her gaze for a split second, licking my lips, unable to help but want to smell her scent.

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  Realizing my behavior, I composed myself and covered my lips.

  "Sorry, my lords, it seems I have a bit of cream stuck to my lips."

  The two young heirs exchanged a glance and smiled lustfully as I chuckled and pondered.

  'I wonder what your flesh would taste like, my lord?'

  I knew the answer, though.

  It would taste like nothing at all.

  Aubrey bit her lips as a goosebumps ran through her spine.

  She ignored the foreboding warning and smiled.

  "My lady, how about waiting in my room while the staff redeems your chips?"

  I smiled brightly at her.

  She wasn't here to beat around the bush with me, instead she was here to eat me whole.

  "Then, please guide me, miss."

  Aubrey’s smile faltered for a moment.

  Since addressing her as 'miss' was improper for an apparent heir, but she quickly recovered.

  "Then let us sisters go."

  She grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

  "Vincent, inform the staff. And Liam and my brother, go and prepare those things."

  The two apparent heirs nodded and walked in the opposite direction.

  Walking through the fancy corridors of the casino, we then entered a room that was too lavish, too private for any game.

  I faked a confused expression and asked her,

  "What things are you preparing, miss?"

  Unperturbed by my question, Aubrey walked toward a pair of pink, fluffy cuffs.

  She chuckled, a sound full of sick promise.

  "What else but toys for us to enjoy you?!"

  The temperature of the room dropped.

  The air, once thick with the scent of perfume, was now cold and silent.

  She smiled, then locked the door and waved her hand, sending a wave of mana to knock me out cold.

  She then began to unbutton her dress with a predatory elegance.

  The sound of fabric dropping to the floor and the sight of her slender waist and breasts was a marvel in itself.

  Aubrey took her time, tying her hair in a bun.

  Fully naked, she gazed at her own reflection in the silver mirror, admiring her form.

  But she was still unsatisfied with her figure, which was in the one percent.

  "How horrid."

  She muttered, her voice a low hiss.

  "This form looks nothing like hers. Just what… what am I lacking?!"

  Aubrey was jealous of Lisia.

  She couldn't help but feel a destructive desire, wanting to forget the urge to possess what wasn't and never would be hers.

  She bit her lips.

  "Why am I like this?!"

  She questioned herself.

  Her desire controlled her life, spiraling it down into a quagmire of self-loathing.

  Now, here she was, about to hurt another girl who possessed qualities above hers.

  She hated it, but she wanted it for herself.

  She sat on the bed, which was as soft as the clouds.

  Fully naked, she crossed her legs and gazed at the woman before her.

  "Where is she!"

  She screamed, her voice a frantic shriek.

  She gazed at the door, but to her surprise, it was gone.

  The room was pure white, with no water flowing, unlike before.

  "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

  She cursed, as terror was visible in her eyes.

  She knew now.

  That they weren't the predators but, they were the prey of Lisia.

  She chuckled in a mixture of horror and realization, as all of the pieces of the puzzle pieced themselves.

  "You! You are that man, Lisia! That handsome thief!"

  Aubrey’s body went cold.

  As she felt a warm breath on her neck, followed by a woman's voice.

  "Wow, I didn't expect our smart heiress to figure out who's who!"

  I chuckled as I clasped her neck, my fingers cold against her skin, and bit her ear.

  Aubrey let out a low moan.

  "Hnn… stop this at once…!"

  I ran my fingers through her breasts, groping them and playing with her nipples before I muttered with mocking curiosity.

  "Do you truly believe someone would rescue you, Aubrey?"

  Aubrey bit her lips, trying to stifle her moaning.

  "Yes!"

  She shouted with confidence, but deep down, she know that something would happen before they could arrive at her rescue.

  "My Vincent, my dear butler, would rescue me from this enclosed room! And those two would come at any minute now!"

  Her words did have some merit.

  I vanished from behind her like ink, reappearing in front of her.

  As I manipulated the earth, making it rise and form into a stele.

  "How naive, Aubrey."

  I said, my voice as cold as ice in the Atlantic sea.

  "Did you think that this room I created is so fragile that a mere mongrel could break it?"

  Aubrey gulped.

  She watched me take a stand.

  'It can't be!'

  was all she could think as the room's atmosphere shifted.

  In the next second, my fist had already touched the stele, and I smiled.

  "This is how hard it is, Aubrey. So we have more than enough time to enjoy ourselves."

  Dread filled Aubrey as she saw the stele shatter into pieces, followed by the violent impact of the wind.

  CRASH!

  She gulped in disbelief, then fainted from fear.

  'I-it can't be…'

  I chuckled, looking at her lifeless form.

  I shifted the shaft between my legs to that of a penis, then knelt on the ground.

  I grabbed Aubrey’s milky white legs roughly, and she jolted awake, screaming in pain.

  "Y-you damned bastard! S-stop! Please stop!"

  But her strenght wasnt in the cut as to resist my advance.

  She raised her dainty hands and smacked my head, but her strength werent enough as to even push me.

  Thwack! Thwack!

  Tears flooded her cheeks as she realized there was nothing she could do.

  She gave up, gazing at the ceiling with a listless expression, as she felt my tongue inside her.

  "You're quite delicious down here, Aubrey!"

  Aubrey didn't reply as she gazed at the ceiling.

  "One, two, three, n-ngh, four, a-ahn…"

  She moaned under my skillful tongue, biting her lips until they bled.

  Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, but before she could continue, I pulled her closer.

  Now in my male form, I smiled.

  "Hahaha… it seems you're in tears from my skillful tongue, Aubrey. Then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alister von Fai, the guy who will give you an unforgettable pleasure and send you to the afterlife for daring to plot against me."

  Aubrey gazed at my ridiculous introduction.

  She shook her head and gazed at the white wall emitting a thick scent of divine energy.

  "What a ridiculous way to introduce yourself. First a thief, and now… my rapist and killer. What's next, my husband?!"

  I only chuckled at her question as I licked her nipples, playing with them.

  She jerked violently from the intense pleasure.

  "Ngn… please, hiek! Stop!"

  She begged, unable to endure the humiliation.

  But I continued, smiling as I put two of my fingers inside her, pushing them in and out skillfully.

  I then bit her nipples, licking them as she moaned from the pleasure.

  "Please… just kill me already!"

  She begged, but I continued nonetheless, pressing my lips into hers, I devoured her as she bit my lips in defiance.

  But I didn't stop, as I roughly pressed my lips into hers.

  Then I grabbed her hair, and smashed her head into the bed.

  "Tch… what a lovely bitch you are, Aubrey."

  But Aubrey only spat in my face.

  "Don't call me by my name, you motherfucker!"

  I laughed at her final act of defiance.

  I grabbed her head and whispered into her ear, my voice devoid of warmth.

  "You don't have the right to command me, Aubrey. And I'm not here to play house with you. I'm here to eat you. Got that?"

  Aubrey, shaking from my words, smiled nervously as she backed away from the bed and hit the wall.

  "W-what do you mean, eating?"

  "You."

  I chuckled, pointing at her, as I licked my lips.

  Aubrey gulped.

  But before she could continue, I had already begun to feast on her.

  The raw, wet sound of flesh being torn filled the room.

  As I bit her nipples off her body and chewed, the taste of blood a dull, coppery thing in my mouth.

  A horrified scream tore from Aubrey's throat.

  "H-help! P-please…"

  But her shouts were cut short.

  I grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer, ignoring her desperate kicking.

  I tilted my head, my lips pulling into a smile, and tore her tender shoulder in a single, sickening bite.

  The raw flesh glistened in the white light.

  Her stony white bones could be seen, and her screaming was the screeching of a banshee.

  "P-please! F-forgive me…!"

  She begged desperately, but all she felt was pain.

  The pain of her flesh ripping apart.

  Aubrey, a sheltered lady who had never experienced hardship, but now she felt it for the first time in her life.

  She was screaming for mercy, reaching out her hand to beg her predator.

  To her dismay, I dismissed her attempt and bit her finger off, in a clean, gruesome tear.

  Blood trickled down her fair abdomen as she trembled from pain.

  Tears streamed down her face, but I only wiped them away gently.

  I licked her cheeks, then whispered.

  "My, how pitiful you've become, Aubrey. Could you please keep your dignity and be eaten with dignity?"

  I remarked with amusement.

  Aubrey smiled, snot running down her nose.

  I wiped it, then rubbed my finger on the blood-covered bedsheets.

  I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it as I whispered.

  "Please remain as beautiful as we first met… maybe I'll spare you."

  Aubrey, trembling, cackled with an insane drive as she shouted.

  "You're asking me to keep my composure?! Hahaha, that's impossible, Alister! Please… just end me right now…"

  But I shook my head as she screamed, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

  "Why? Why just why are you refusing me? How dare you refuse me! You damned mongrel, how dare you!"

  I laughed.

  "Well, I dare, Aubrey. And what can you do? Can you defeat me with you pinned on the ground?"

  Aubrey gazed at me, gnashing her teeth.

  As I pressed my index finger to her lips, silencing her.

  I removed my dress and muttered in her ears.

  "Then satisfy me. Let me feel pleasure! Use your body to pleasure me, and if you do… I'll kill you painlessly."

  Aubrey bit her lips as she gazed at my penis, which was two meters long.

  She gulped, then bit her lips as she muttered with clarity.

  "T-tell me? H-how would it fit me? You-you damned monster?!"

  She couldn't believe such a monstrosity would fit her.

  Even her brother’s, which she saw naked from time to time, was only a meter long.

  Her fiancé’s was less than a meter.

  So how could she possibly take all of it without breaking?

  'But who cares? Since I'm going to die anyway, who cares if my vagina gets stretched or broken?'

  She smiled with insanity as she gazed at me with firm belief.

  "T-then I will try."

  I chuckled, gazing at her broken body kneeling in front of me.

  She opened her mouth and gulped my penis down her throat, ignoring the pain and sucking it vigorously.

  It was rough but understandable, when had a noble lady ever sucked a fucking dick that they deemed filthy?

  I looked at her breathless face.

  I grabbed her head and guided her with masterful skill.

  As I'd done this for countless cycles, teaching those two again and again.

  It was natural for me to be a master at guiding beginners.

  I smiled as I let out a thick load down her throat.

  "Spread it."

  I muttered.

  Aubrey bit her lips in indignation but nevertheless spread her legs and opened her vagina on her own volition.

  "P-please finish this!"

  She begged, wanting to die from the shame of her actions.

  I then thrust it inside of her.

  I felt the warmth of a woman and blood.

  This is it, I thought, a desperate hope fluttering in my chest.

  Maybe this time…

  "I see… so you were a virgin. Now I get why you were so clumsy, that I even though that it was a perk for a noble lady."

  Aubrey bit her lips in shame as she closed her eyes and waited for me to move, but I didn't continue.

  This was enough for her daring to sabotage my play.

  The act of forced pleasure was unsavory and didn't quench the gnawing emptiness within me.

  Continuing this beastly act was not to my liking.

  I smiled softly and chuckled, a bitter taste in my mouth.

  "I see… then let me grant you a painless death."

  Aubrey smiled as she opened her eyes, only to see my hand waving toward her neck.

  She chuckled.

  "What a pity… I thought it was my time to enjoy being rammed by a handsome man."

  The red line on her neck vanished, then her head tilted as red mist exploded uncontrollably.

  Aubrey died with a smile.

  The silence of the room was absolute.

  Only the sound of blood dripping onto the floor remained.

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