…their lips met.

Not a kiss.

More like a collision. Hard, hot, brimming with rage that never found its way into words. Silvara's teeth sank into Lucas's lower lip hard enough for the faint taste of iron to bloom on her tongue, then her tongue followed, forcing its way in, scraping and clawing like a cat rummaging through trash instead of hunting mice because its predatory instincts had long gone dull.

Lucas growled deep in his throat in response; his right hand instantly clamped onto Silvara's hip, then slowly, with effort, onto the upper cleft of her ass.

Their breaths mingled—hot, heavy, smelling of rain and earth and something far more feral.

Silvara broke the kiss; the dancing pose they'd held on the cave floor finally shattered.

She slid her knee forward, trapping Lucas's hips between her still-trembling thighs. The motion dragged the soaked fabric of her pants directly across Lucas's bare skin from the waist down. Lucas bit back a breath, head snapping back, the cords in his neck standing out.

Silvara peeled her own shirt off from the bottom up—slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if savoring every inch of skin revealed. She shuddered violently when the cold air hit her stomach, then her chest, and finally her breasts spilled completely free. Her nipples tightened instantly under the chill and the weight of Lucas's stare that lingered far too long.

Her hands moved fast again, rough. She dropped briefly to the cave floor to yank off the pants already halfway down her legs; her pussy gave a soft twitch when the bare skin of her ass met the cold stone.

She rose again and straddled him on her knees. Her breasts bounced free, nipples hardening the moment the frigid air touched them, but she didn't care. Instead she seized Lucas's hand and pressed that rough palm to her left breast, forcing him to squeeze.

Lucas obeyed without thinking. His fingers dug into hot skin, feeling the frantic hammer of Silvara's heart.

Silvara hissed in satisfaction, then bent down and kissed him savagely—biting, licking, tugging his lower lip until he growled again. While kissing, her hips rocked gently, grinding the wettest part of herself against Lucas's bare stomach. The slick, obscene sound echoed, but shame was long gone. Her juices dripped, soaking his skin, leaving burning trails.

Silvara lifted herself slightly. Her right hand slid down, wrapped around the base of him. Her fingers were ice-cold from the rain, but her grip was sure. She guided him, first rubbing the head against herself—slow, teasing, making them both shiver in unison.

"Silvara—" Lucas almost begged.

"Shut your mouth," she whispered, then sank down.

Slowly.

Agonizingly slowly.

Centimeter by centimeter she swallowed him with her body, eyes never leaving his. Her face was taut, lips bitten raw, but she didn't stop. Until finally their hips met completely, Lucas buried to the hilt inside her heat—soaking, clenching so tight he let out a ragged sound he couldn't hold back...

And lo—Excalibur was given unto the warmth of Vaguelette...

Silvara stayed still for several seconds, just breathing, feeling Lucas fill her to the very bottom. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her silver hair clung to her face and shoulders, wet and wild.

Then she began to move.

Slow at first. Just small circles of her hips that made Lucas snarl and his hands clamp down brutally hard on her thighs. But Silvara showed no mercy. She leaned forward, palms pressing Lucas's chest to the floor, pinning him so he couldn't take control. She set the pace. She owned everything.

Every time she rose, she lifted almost all the way off—only the tip still inside—then slammed back down, the wet slap of skin on skin ringing through the cave. Lucas cursed, head thrown back, neck muscles straining.

"Sil—ah—too—"

"Quiet," Silvara breathed into his ear, voice sweet and deadly at once. "You only need to obey!!!" she finished in a commanding tone, all traces of elegance gone, her mind consumed only by the spasms inside her cunt.

She sped up. Her hips pistoned with growing ferocity, silver hair whipping wildly each time she crashed down. Her breasts bounced violently, nipples dragging across Lucas's chest whenever she leaned in. Sweat and rainwater mixed, streaming between their bodies.

Lightning cracked again; white light seared the cave for an instant—revealing Silvara astride Lucas, completely naked, pale skin gleaming, muscles taut, face alight with lust and power. Lucas could only moan, hands gripping her hips, aiding (or surrendering to) the rhythm she dictated.

Silvara's whole body went rigid, head thrown back, ragged moans spilling from her throat.

She stared at the cave ceiling while Lucas's fingers dug into her ass, nails biting.

In the moment just before the peak, old memories flooded Silvara—ugly memories of the man whose cock was now buried inside her pussy, crashing down like the rain.

"AAHHHH…" Silvara moaned, biting her lip.

The poison's effect seemed to weaken as she neared climax.

'No… no…' She tried to pull her hips away, to break her cunt's grip on Lucian Voss's cock.

Lucas's hold on her ass was iron, until…

Right as they teetered on the edge of release, Silvara managed to wrench herself backward. Lucas's fingers left angry red lines across her ass; her pussy convulsed wildly, his cock erupting in every direction—splattering her body, her own thighs.

Brrruuughhh…

Silvara collapsed into a sitting position, her cunt still trembling, releasing small waves that soaked the ground. Her arms fell limp behind her, eyes vacant. From her ass to the outer sides of her thighs, angry red streaks marked the end of the battle.

Her climax left her hollow instead of satisfied.

Empty. Raw.

Then the hatred crawled back in.

Lucas slumped on the cold cave floor, breathing raggedly. His cock had gone limp, spent, still twitching faintly from the aftershocks of climax, sticky with both their fluids. He stared at Silvara, who had also collapsed sitting in front of him, her naked body trembling violently, silver hair plastered wet against her face and chest. Her eyes were vacant, like someone whose soul had just been forcibly ripped from her body. Her mind was shattered.

"Silvara… We… we can just forget this ever happened," Lucas muttered softly, his voice hoarse. He reached out, wanting to touch her shoulder, but hesitated. "Just pretend it—"

Suddenly, Silvara's eyes blazed. The emptiness vanished, replaced by a rage that burned like hellfire.

"AGHHHh!!" she screamed, the sound echoing through the cave.

In an instant, silver light flared from her right hand. Her soul weapon materialized: a massive claymore.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" she shrieked, swinging the claymore straight at Lucas.

Lucas panicked. He frantically summoned The Great Hoe.

Silvara had turned demonic. One slash of the claymore—ZRAKK!!—and The Great Hoe was sent flying, smashing into the cave wall.

She charged again. One slash, two slashes—Lucas rolled desperately to dodge, completely naked, his limp cock flopping weakly as he scrambled away. The cave floor shook every time the claymore slammed into it. Lucas could only defend himself, summoning The Great Hoe over and over, but it shattered with every single blow.

"You bastard! You destroyer! You've ruined everything!!!" Silvara roared, tears mixing with sweat streaming down her cheeks.

She attacked relentlessly, the claymore cleaving through the air, until finally Lucas was backed against the wall. Silvara raised the sword high, ready to drive it straight through his skull.

"DIE!!!"

The tip of the claymore plunged downward—but suddenly Silvara froze. The blade stopped barely an inch from Lucas's forehead.

Her eyes widened. Memories of the Baroness flashed unbidden—her gentle face, the promise, the duty, her pride as a knight. Her body shook violently. The claymore slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.

She was completely broken. Wet hair covered her face, her chest heaved, their mixed fluids still slowly dripping down her thighs. She fell to her knees before Lucas.

"You… you… why did it have to be you?" her voice rasped, thick with hatred.

Then, without warning, her hands shot forward and clamped around Lucas's throat. She squeezed hard, nails digging into his skin.

"AGGHH..." Lucas choked, eyes bulging in shock.

Silvara strangled him harder, leaning in close, eyes wide with horror and confusion and horror.

"EH?" Her eyes widened further. She suddenly let go. "Huh?" She frowned.

Lucas gasped, bewildered. "What are you—"

She grabbed his throat again. "What? How?"

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