He was speechless.
It was a stadium filled to the brim with many succubi, Nightmares of every kind and music blasting through the nearer ones, where some were playing instruments. Trumpets, drums, all in sync to cheer him on.
Est stood at the center of it all, facing him.
"Welcome, Luka," she repeated, approaching him with slow steps.
He whipped his head around, eyes darting through the sea of faces, but found no trace of familiarity—not Vinum, not Alma Elma, not a single soul he knew. "W-Where is everyone?" he asked, a thread of panic tightening his voice.
"Do not worry, they are fine," Est reassured, closing the distance until she stood before him, her towering presence forcing his gaze upward. Her eyes softened as they met his. "They are watching you, just as much as everyone does here."
"What is this place?" he pressed, his stare sweeping the roaring crowd, the unfamiliar expanse.
"The Moonlight Festival," she answered, a fond smile curving her lips. "A place we prepared in advance to celebrate your wedding with the Lord of Dreams of this world. It is your last trial, but please have fun. It is a place of joy, after all."
The words hit him like a gust, stirring a whirlwind of confusion and adrenaline. The stadium lights flared brighter, casting Est's face in sharp relief, her warm smile a stark contrast to the wild energy pulsing around them. The music surged, trumpets blaring a triumphant fanfare as the crowd's chants grew louder, their voices weaving his name into a rhythmic hymn— "Luka! Luka!"
"All of this… for me?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. A reluctant smile crept on his face as he took in the surroundings. "It's not dangerous, is it?"
"The only dangerous thing here is to drown in pleasure," Est chuckled. "After all, we are here to test your limits, but there is one that is deadset on taking you for herself." She flicked her gaze upward, toward the solitary platform perched high above, where Fulbeua's silhouette loomed, a regal shadow against the starlit sky.
Luka followed her glance, his eyes narrowing as he caught the faint gleam of Fulbeua's red horns, her presence a magnetic pull even from afar. There was something about her that made Luka's race pulse, like meeting the absolute opposite of oneself yet being drawn to it.
"Drown in pleasure, huh?" he muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Guess I've faced worse. I just hope it's not a metaphor for death…" He turned back to Est, his grin now filled with determination. "So, what's the game? Is it… sexual? Charm?"
"Not really," Est chuckled. "We are going to play a game you are familiar yet not with. After all, you are here to have fun."
Luka's grin twitched wider, a flicker of excitement cutting through his wariness. "Familiar yet not… Which means?"
"We are all going to play against you at a game. If you win against all of us, which is completely doable, you will meet your beloved and a priest shall solidify your union. Do you accept the terms?"
"It can be any type of game?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "Like…"
"I will explain further," she chuckled putting a mic close to her mouth. "Against me, you shall simply dance. Then you shall face the Aensland sisters who came here for the occasion."
"The Aensland sisters? I hope it's not in a fighting game…" he sighed, feeling his loss already set in stone.
"Do not fret," Est reassured him with a gentle pat on his shoulder. "They will fight you in a mock battle. When finally, you shall play that girl's game up here. Though I guess you will just have to pleasure her."
"Fine by me… As long as I have a shot at winning," he chuckled, scratching his head.
"Even if you were to lose," Est added with a knowing smile. "You will only be asked to play with us more intimately… I hope you don't mind."
"N-Not at all," he chuckled nervously, his eyes briefly glancing over her curves. "Alright, let's start!"
The stadium erupted, the crowd's cheers crashing like waves against the shore, trumpets and drums weaving a frenetic pulse through the air. Est's laughter rang out, amplified by the mic as she stepped back, her leotard shimmering under the spotlight. With a snap of her fingers, the arena floor shimmered, transforming into a polished dance stage bathed in swirling lights—reds, blues, and golds spiraling in hypnotic patterns.
"Dance with me, hero," she called, her voice a velvet lure as she swayed into motion, her hips rolling with an effortless grace that dared him to follow. The music shifted, a sultry beat thrumming through the stands, and the succubi's chants morphed into a rhythmic clap, urging him on.
Luka exhaled sharply, his nerves tingling as he stepped onto the stage, his boots scuffing the sleek surface. "Guess I've got no choice," he muttered, his grin firming with determination. He matched her rhythm, his movements rougher, mirroring her steps.
Above, Fulbeua watched from her throne, her golden eyes glinting with intrigue, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. "Dance for my entertainment, enjoy yourself for me," she muttered under her breath, a smile playing on her lips.
Est spun closer, her breath brushing his cheek as she brought one of her hands close to his crotch. "Come on, dance closer with me, hero," she whispered, pressing her body against his, her other hand finding his and guiding it to her waist with a bold intimacy.
The air thickened with the scent of her—something sweet and spiced, mingling with the sweat beading on his brow—as the music deepened, its tempo a heartbeat racing beneath the stadium's roar. Luka's grip tightened on her waist, his pulse thudding in time with the drums as he leaned into her lead, their bodies swaying in a tangle of challenge and allure
"Ufufu…♡" Est chuckled, her eyes never leaving his. "That's it, lean more into me," she whispered, her curves pressing tighter, mirroring his steps with a fluidity that pulled him deeper into the dance.
The music struck a chord in him, familiar yet distant—a simple tune from his childhood, one that had spilled through open windows during carefree parties, threading through quieter, softer days long past.
The recognition jolted him, a flicker of nostalgia cutting through the haze of the moment. His steps faltered for a heartbeat, then steadied as he leaned harder into Est, letting the rhythm tether him to both past and present. The stadium's lights pulsed in time with the melody, casting their shadows in a fleeting waltz across the stage—his broad and grounded, hers sinuous and fleeting—locked in a dance that felt like memory made flesh.
Est's chuckle softened, her breath tickling his ear as she sensed the shift in him. "You know this one, don't you?" Her hand slid from his waist to his back, urging him closer still, her body a warm anchor as the crowd's cheers blurred into a distant hum, the world narrowing to the space between them.
Luka's grin softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in his eyes as he matched her sway, the old tune stirring echoes of laughter and simpler nights. "Yeah," he breathed, his voice rough but steady. "Takes me back." He spun her gently, a move born of instinct rather than skill, pulling her back into his chest as the music faded.
"I don't like parties usually but…" he continued, the words spilling free with an unguarded ease, "I danced with a girl on this song a long time ago. After hearing that, Saki sung it in a party in Tamia to brighten my mood, I remember…"
"She knows you well," Est murmured, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. "And she loves you more than anything."
"And yet, she put me through this trial," his mood soured almost immediately, his steps stopping at the same time as the music. "It's almost as if she doesn't care if I die."
"I think it's more complicated than that," Est sighed. "That girl has a heavy burden on her and she is about to place one on you. I believe she thought that another claiming you would be salvation. In fact…" she trailed off, her eyes turning upwards. "She asked if that girl up here would take you."
"...What?" Luka blinked, caught off guard. "Saki asked for her to take care of me? What am I, an orphan?"
Wait, in hindsight… I am.
"She did," Est chuckled. "Now, it's up to you whether you want that or something else. In fact, she gave you the choice multiple times, didn't she? To continue, or to stop."
"She did," he muttered, his voice low as he rubbed the back of his neck, grappling with the tangle of frustration and realization. "But it would've been fine if she trusted me. It feels like she doesn't want to tell me something because she thinks I can't do it."
"I believe it is because…" Est began, her eyes closing. "She knows you better than anyone. And she knows that the moment you know about it, you won't act in a good way."
"Still—" Luka clenched his teeth but she simply walked away. In the distance, he could see the Aesnland sisters, Morrigan and Lilith approaching with a confident smile.
"Good luck," Est winked over her shoulder, her voice a playful tease. "And remember. Have fun above all else."
The air shifted, charged with a new energy as the crowd's cheers flared back to life, the stadium trembling with their fervor. Luka's jaw tightened, his gaze lingering on Est's retreating figure before snapping to the Aensland sisters.
"Ready for us, Luka?" Morrigan purred, her voice a sultry caress as she stopped a few paces away, crossing her arms beneath her chest to accentuate her curves.
Lilith giggled, darting closer to circle him like a playful shadow. "Hello again Luka! Missed me?" she chirped, her wings fluttering as she hopped back to Morrigan's side.
Luka's grin returned, sharper now. "Missed you, yeah. So, we're fighting? I thought the land of dreams didn't like violence. And without Saki's mark…"
"Don't worry about it," Morrigan chuckled. "It's an exhibition match, nothing more. We're just here to heat up the stadium before your real challenge comes," She shot Lilith a wink, her emerald eyes glinting. "Ready?"
"Yay!" Lilith leaped into the air, her wings flaring wide with a burst of purple light.
"Come on, Luka," Morrigan beckoned, curling a finger toward him with a sultry smirk. "Show us what you got!"
The stadium lights flared, bathing the stage in a kaleidoscope of color as the crowd's chants swelled—"Fight! Fight!"—their voices a rhythmic pulse beneath the blare of trumpets. The floor shimmered, morphing into a wide, open ring, its edges marked by faint, glowing runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. Luka rolled his shoulders, his boots scuffing the surface as he squared up, his grin now a full-on challenge.
Morrigan sauntered forward, her wings flexing as a faint shimmer of soul energy trailed her steps. "No weapons, no marks—just you and us," she said, her voice a velvet dare as she lunged, a playful swipe of her claws slicing the air near his chest—a tease, not a wound.
Luka ducked, his reflexes kicking in as he pivoted, aiming a mock jab at her side. "Exhibition or not, you're still fast," he grunted, his tone laced with grudging respect. She laughed, spinning away, her wings flaring to lift her just out of reach.
Lilith darted in next, a blur of motion as she giggled, her smaller frame weaving around him like a pesky sprite. "Catch me, Luka!" she taunted, her wings buzzing as she tagged his shoulder with a light tap before zipping back.
He lunged after her, his grin stretching wide as he dodged and wove through the sisters' tandem assault. A Soul Fist rocketed toward him, a glowing orb of Morrigan's power, and Luka sidestepped with a fluid twist, retaliating with a volley of fireballs that crackled toward her. Morrigan's wings snapped wide, unleashing a barrage of energy darts that pierced his flames midair, snuffing them out before they reached her.
Her smirk widened, a glint of delight in her emerald eyes as she hovered, the darts dissipating into wisps of light. "Not bad, hero," she purred, landing with a soft click of her heels, her wings folding lazily. "How about four of us?" She snapped her fingers, a clone appeared right behind Luka. Lilith did the same, surrounding Luka completely.
Then Morrigans thrust their hands forward, shooting two Soul Fists toward him, larger this time.
Luka rolled to the side, the attack grazing the air where he'd stood, singeing the stage with a faint hiss. "Guess I'll improvise," he shot back, his grin fierce as he clapped his hands. His Control magic rippled outward, disrupting the connection between the creator and the clones.
Lilith's clone, mid-flight toward him, crashed to the ground with a jarring thud, vanishing in a puff of purple mist. The other Lilith clone lunged, only to meet Luka's foot head-on—her forearm snapped up, catching the kick with a solid smack, her grin faltering as she staggered back.
The air buzzed with the aftermath, the crowd's cheers spiking into a deafening roar—"Luka! Luka!"—as the stadium lights flared, casting wild shadows across the ring. Morrigan's real form laughed, a throaty sound rich with delight, while her clone flickered, destabilized by his magic but still standing. "You're better in real life than in games," she chuckled, her wings snapping open as she launched upward, her clone mirroring the move.
Lilith pouted, rubbing her arm where his kick had landed, her own clone gone. "No fair!" she huffed, then giggled, darting into the air with a burst of speed. "Let's make it harder!"
But Luka simply conjured multiple wind blades toward them, making them dance in the sky to avoid them.
Morrigan spun midair, her wings cutting through the gusts as she dodged a blade. Her clone mirrored the move with a fraction of a second too late, thus getting hit and disappearing into a puff of smoke. She retaliated with a Soul Fist, its glowing arc spiraling down toward him, forcing Luka to leap aside as it cratered the stage with a burst of light.
Lilith twirled between the wind blades, her smaller frame a blur of agility, her wings buzzing as she giggled through the onslaught. "Too slow, Luka!" she taunted as she approached him at full speed, her wings morphing into a red hand.
"W-What?!" Luka stammered in surprise as the hand grabbed him. He thrashed in the red hand's grasp, its fingers coiling around his torso, pinning his arms as Lilith landed.
"Gotcha!" she said as she swung him side to side like a prize caught in a game. Then, she turned her other wings into a bow and planted Luka like an arrow.
"H-Hey! Cut it out—!" he panicked, but it was too late. His body launched like a loosed arrow, streaking toward Morrigan. "Whaaaat theeee heeeel!" he cried, his voice warping as he hurtled through the air.
"Come to me," Morrigan called, her arms flung wide with a sultry smile, catching him mid-flight. His head landed squarely against her cleavage, cushioned by her curves as she wrapped her arms around him, her wings flaring to steady their descent.
Morrigan's laugh rang out, rich and unrestrained, her emerald eyes glinting with delight as she held him close, his face pressed into her chest. "Well, hello there," she purred as she tilted her head. "Comfortable?"
Luka flailed, muffled protests vibrating against her as he pushed back, finally breaking free with a gasp, his face flushed. "That's—not—fair!" he sputtered, staggering to his feet. "But yeah, they are. I knew beforehand."
"Aw, you flew so good!" Lilith chirped, her wings fluttering as she circled him again. "Wanna go again?" She feinted another grab, her red hand snapping out playfully, but Luka ducked this time, rolling to the side with a burst of wind to cover his retreat.
"Not a chance!" he shot back.
"It's fine," Morrigan chuckled. "You haven't used your strongest spells yet, have you? How about you show your Dawnstar, hm?"
"Huh…" he hesitated, his brow furrowing. "You sure?"
"It will be fine!" Lilith giggled, bouncing on her toes. "We're strong, you know?"
"Alright, Dawnstar!" he called, and a searing light flared from his fingertip in an instant, a radiant spear of energy igniting the air.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Lilith yelped, throwing her arms up as the light surged forward, swallowing her and Morrigan in a blinding wave of heat rivaling the sun's fury.
The stadium quaked, the crowd's roars spiking into a frenzied crescendo—"Luka! Luka!"—as the Dawnstar's brilliance flooded the ring, its scorching glow painting the air in hues of gold and white. The stage trembled under the spell's force, a shimmering haze rising where it struck, the heat warping the very atmosphere. For a moment, the sisters vanished within the blaze, their silhouettes lost to the searing light.
Then, a laugh—low and sultry—cut through the din. Morrigan emerged, her wings flared wide, their edges singed but intact, a faint shimmer of soul energy cloaking her as she shook off the spell's remnants. "Phew, and here I thought we were toast here," she chuckled as she dusted ash from her shoulder.
Lilith popped up beside her, her smaller form slightly charred, her hair a wild mess as she giggled through a cough. "Whoa! That was hot!" she chirped, fanning herself with her wings.
Luka exhaled, his grin widening despite the sweat beading his brow. For a moment he thought he had made a mistake.
"Anyway," Morrigan declared, spreading her arms wide as she turned to face the crowd, her voice ringing with theatrical flair. "That's all for our exhibition match. Did you all like it?"
The stadium erupted anew, a tidal wave of cheers and applause crashing through the stands, succubi and Nightmares leaping to their feet. The lights pulsed in celebration, casting Morrigan's silhouette in a heroic glow, her wings framing her like a victor's mantle. Lilith skipped to her side, waving both hands with childlike glee, her grin infectious as the crowd chanted their names alongside Luka's—"Morrigan! Lilith! Luka!"—a triumphant trinity echoing through the night.
Luka wiped his brow, his breath steadying as he stepped forward, his grin softening into something wry. "Guess I didn't toast you after all. You two are tougher than you look."
Morrigan arched a brow, sauntering closer with a sway that drew the crowd's eyes. "Now you just have to survive the next round. It won't be as easy because this one is dead serious about winning." She flicked a wing, sending a playful gust his way, ruffling his hair. "So refresh yourself before she arrives, okay?"
Lilith giggled, darting around him once more. "You're fun, Luka! Let's play again sometime!" she chirped, then flitted upward, hovering as the stage began to shimmer, its surface rippling in preparation for the next act.
Above, Fulbeua rose from her throne, her golden eyes blazing with a quiet, simmering hunger. She descended the steps with deliberate grace, each click of her heels against the platform a sharp note in the silence, her silhouette framed by the star-strewn sky as the structure lowered her toward the arena. The crowd's fervor hushed in an instant, every gaze riveted to her. Her golden eyes glinted like embers and her red tail swayed with elegance. The stadium lights converged on her alone, bathing her in a radiant halo that sharpened the edges of her regal form.
Luka's breath caught as he watched her approach, his pulse hammering a wild rhythm against his ribs. Her stride carried an arrogance that bordered on divine, her chin tilted as if the world beneath her feet existed solely to be surveyed. Yet beneath that haughty veneer burned a flicker of delight—a thrill she didn't bother to conceal, as though the spectacle, the tension, the very air trembling around her, were all hers to savor.
She halted mere meters from him, her lips curling into a slow, teasing smile that promised both danger and allure. "Finally, you've arrived," she purred, her voice a silken thread laced with reproach. "To keep me waiting so long… how delightfully naugthy of you."
The silence shattered as the crowd erupted once more, a tidal surge of cheers swelling to greet her words, though their voices seemed distant to Luka, drowned by the intensity of her gaze. He squared his shoulders, meeting her stare with a grin that danced between defiance and curiosity. "So… You're the one who is leading this festival?"
"I am," Fubeua replied with a confident smile. "For I am the only one you should look up to, adore, and revere, I couldn't allow such a thing to happen."
Such a 'thing'?
"This is why, I, Fulbeua Sina Lestani, decided to hold this festival so that you may finally bask in my beauty and be saved from this torment into my embrace. And now—" She raised a hand, her fingers snapping with a flourish.
The arena shimmered, changing as something began to form around Luka's wrist. A disk with a hole in it, a range of solid material with multiple slots forming an arc attached to it.
This is—! His eyes couldn't believe it. This was a Duel Disk from this famous card game he was a fan of in his childhood.
Luka's grin flared anew, a surge of nostalgia mingling with adrenaline as he flexed his wrist, testing the weight of the device. "You're kidding," he breathed, half-laughing. "A duel? Here? Now?"
"Ufufu…♪" Fulebua's laugh rippled through the air. "Delighted, are you? Do you understand now? You will be honored to play with me," she declared, her hand reaching for the deck inside her own disk—a red sleek one, mimicking the texture of her wings. "Play for me, entertain me, and then, you shall become a slave to my beautiful self." She drew five cards from her deck with a flourish, looking at them with a smile.
Luka's face lit up, a radiant grin breaking through as he flexed his arm with a flourish, his jacket billowing with the motion. "Alright! You're on!" he declared with defiance as he plucked five cards from his own deck, spreading them evenly in his grip, the faint hum of energy tingling against his fingertips.
W-What the hell are those cards? his eyes widened, both with surprise and excitement. Those weren't regular Duel Monsters cards at all, and yet he could feel his brain being filled with the information of all the cards in this deck.
"I shall begin," Fulbeua announced. "It is only natural, after all," she chuckled, sliding a card on a slot. "Slave of the Nightmares shall listen to my call on defense mode," Her voice rang out, and the air shivered as the card's essence ignited. A figure materialized on the grid of the arena—a man, or the illusion of one—his form wrought from shadows, eyes hollow yet glinting with a servile gleam as he knelt before her, chains of mist coiling around his wrists.
HOLY SHIT IT EVEN MATERIALIZE?! Luka laughed despite himself, seeing the card taking life on the terrain.
"I end my turn," Fulbeua declared, her eyes locking on his. "Now, do your best to entertain me."
"Alright!" Luka, chirped. "Draw!" he plucked a card out of his deck exaggeratedly, as if turning back into an excited child. He looked at the cards in his hands for a moment, reading the effects, before nodding to himself.
"I summon the Imp Rami!" he declared, putting the card in the slot. The small blonde-haired imp appeared on the field, her arms flailing.
"Waaaah! What's happening? Why am I here?!" she squeaked, her voice a high-pitched wail as she stumbled on the field, wide eyes darting in panic.
Luka stifled a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, sorry about that, Rami. Just… hang in there, okay?" He glanced at Fulbeua, whose lips twitched with amusement. "Is she real? Nothing will happen to her, right?"
"Fret not," Fulbeua chuckled. "I will not allow anyone to be hurt here. It is merely an illusion formed by your memories."
"Alright then!" he shot his fist upward. "From my hand, I activate Unity of the weak!" Suddenly Rumi and Remi appeared on the field. "It allows me to call for two other imps on the field from my deck!"
"Ah…A-Ah…" Remi shivered with a fork in her hand while Rumi simply yawned.
"Three cute little devils…" Fulbeua muttered with a smile on her face. "Do you think they can take on my slave?"
"Of course!" Luka shot back, his hand slashing through the air to rally them. "Rami! Rumi! Remi—let's hit it!" The Unity of the Weak card flipped once more, glowing briefly before vanishing. "I trigger its second effect! By sending it to the graveyard, I can stack all the imps' attack power into one, dropping the other two to zero!"
A surge of light pulsed across the field, the imps' energies converging. Rami's flailing stilled as her small frame glowed, her attack swelling with the borrowed might of her friends. Rumi slumped, smirking as her power drained to nothing, while Remi yelped, fork clattering as she wilted to the ground, dazed but unharmed.
"Rami, go!" Luka called, pointing at the Slave of the Nightmares. The imp gulped, then charged with a shrill battle cry—"Waaah!"—her tiny fists blazing as she slammed into the shadowy figure. The Slave's misty chains rattled, its form buckling under the amplified blow, cracks of light splintering through its dark husk.
The Slave disappeared, but without dropping any life points of Fulbeua, staying at 4000.
"Not bad," she purred.
"I end my turn," Luka declared, putting the magic card in the graveyard. "At the end, the imps attacks return to their original state, so 500 each."
"Then—" Fulbeua's smirk deepened, her fingers trailing over her deck with a languid grace as she drew a card. "My turn!" The crowd exploded into a frenzy, their cheers surging like a tidal wave—"Fulbeua! Fulbeua!"—their voices a rhythmic hymn echoing through the stadium's vaulted heights.
She lifted the card high, its edges glinting in the spotlight, then slotted it with a dramatic flourish. "Sear my beauty into your eyes, Slave Hero!" she intoned, and a pulse of dark energy rippled outward, the air humming with power. A young blonde man materialized on the field—clad in sleek, midnight-hued armor, his eyes sharp with a thrall's devotion, his attack clocking in at 1600. He brandished a longsword, its blade catching the light as he took his stance.
One imp's toast… Luka's grin faltered, his mind racing as the Slave Hero's gaze locked onto his trio.
"Then, from my hand," Fulbeua continued, her voice dipping into a sultry cadence as she plucked another card. "Succubus Lord's effect awakens!" She placed it face-up, and the grid trembled as a towering figure loomed into being—a redhead curvy succubus that appeared right behind Remi. "Drawing the attention is her specialty," she added with a curvy smile. "She emboldens my hero, granting him the vigor to strike twice, captivated by her allure."
Shit! Two imps will—
"Slave Hero! Attack those darling little devils!" Fulbeua commanded, her voice ringing. The armored thrall surged forward, his longsword slashing in a brutal arc. Remi shrieked, her fork clattering as the blade sliced through her, dissolving her into a puff of smoke. The Hero pivoted instantly, his second strike cleaving toward Rumi, who barely had time to scowl before she, too, vanished in a flicker of light. Luka's life points plummeted—1800 now—while Fulbeua's 4000 gleamed untouched.
Luka clenched his jaw as he shielded his eyes from the blows, his jacket flapping from the swing's force. "Rami's still standing!" he grinned, nodding to the lone imp, who trembled but held her ground. "Draw!" He yanked a card from his deck, scanning it with a quick flick before slamming it down. "I summon Succubus-chan!" the girl rose from the grid in her succubus clothes, looking confused but with an attack of 1500. "And I activate Energy Drain!" He slammed a green card on his duel disk, its form appearing on the grid.
"I can up a succubus' attack by the same number of life points I have up to 1000—and I give her 200!" Succubus-chan's eyes widened as energy pulsed through her, her attack spiking to 1700, her wings fluttering with newfound vigor.
Fulbeua's brows arched, a flicker of intrigue dancing in her golden stare. "A bold little counter," she mused, her tail swaying lazily.
"I attack!" Luka pointed forward, aiming at the monster on the field. "Succubus-chan, hit that Slave Hero!" the girl blinked, then darted forth with a hesitant giggle, her hand slashing the knight. The Slave Hero raised his sword to parry, but the enhanced strike broke through, shattering him into dark motes with a resonant crack—Fulbeua's life points dipping to 3900.
The crowd's cheers erupted—"Luka! Fulbeua!"—a fevered roar shaking the stands as Rami clapped her tiny hands, squeaking encouragement.
"Hey! You get to work too!" Luka growled, pointing at Fulbeua. "Rami! Attack her directly!"
Rami froze, then squealed—"M-Me?!"—before scampering forward, her little fists flailing wildly. She leapt, slamming into Fulbeua's arms. The Nightmare gave a little peck on the imp's cheek, taking the damage nonetheless, before putting it down. Rami walked back to her place while caressing the cheek with dreamy eyes.
Finally, Luka inserted another card into his disk. "I set a card on the field and end my turn."
"Cheeky imp," she purred, her voice regaining its sultry edge as she drew a card with a slow, deliberate grace. "My turn." She slotted it with a snap. "From my hand, I activate Teleportation Crystal!" A transparent crystal like an elongated diamond appeared on the field right next to her. "And I activate its effect. I can send a monster from my hand to my deck, and I choose my dear Succubus,"
The grid pulsed as the redhead succubus faded into a swirl of shadow, her departure marked by a faint, sultry laugh echoing across the field. Fulbeua's smirk deepened.
Shit… she's got something big coming— Luka's gut tightened, his mind racing as the pieces clicked into place.
"Then," she added, locking eyes with him. "I activate Home of the Hero," she declared, revealing another magic card from her hand. A house appeared on the field, accompanied by a sheep and various other animals. "With its effect, I can call for another slave from my deck, and along with him, the monsters I sent with the Teleportation Crystal…"
"Oh, this is bad…" he gritted his teeth.
"Come, my darling Lauratt and Succubus," she called, and a young man with purple hair appeared on the field followed by the Succubus, their attacks cloaking respectively at 1000 and 2000.
She's got two continuous magic cards on the field… I bet she can call him back too or something.
"Ufufu…♪ Are you enjoying this, hero? Because I'm positively delighted," Fulbeua declared, extending her hand with a regal sweep. "Succubus, destroy that adorable little Succubus-chan!"
"Not so fast!" Luka grinned, shooting his hand forward. "You activated my trap card! Protection of the Ancestor! Once, I can send Minagi from my deck to my graveyard to cancel an attack and destroy the attacking monster!"
Suddenly, Minagi appeared on the field and punched the Succubus, saving Succubus-chan just in time as they disappeared both.
"Ufufu…♪ And I activate my quick-spell," Fulbeua added, turning a card in her hand. "Wake up, allowing me to return a monster destroyed this turn on the field."
Succubus reappeared, unscathed. "Though," Fulbeua mused, her smirk softening, "she's barred from striking again this turn."
"Phew…" Luka exhaled, wiping mock sweat from his brow, his grin unwavering.
"Now, Lauratt," Fulbeua purred, her hand gesturing with languid grace. "Tend to that pesky little imp." The purple-haired slave nodded, his 1000-attack enough to destroy Rami. He walked up to her and a rune flared from his hand. Rami squeaked—"N-Nooo!"—flailing her tiny fists, but Lauratt's blow landed true, scattering her into a puff of mist and Luka's life points ticked down to 1100.
"And I end my turn," Fulbeua giggled, waiting for Luka's turn.
Luka looked at the counter on his disk. "Plenty, let's go!" He yanked a card, shooting his hand into the air.
Two turns is all I need now.
"I use Minagi's effect from the graveyard!" he declared, the little hole in his disk shining softly. "When the ancestor of succubi is down, I can banish her to summon from my deck—"
He pulled out his deck and began searching for the card, finding it in a few seconds before slamming it down on the disk. "—one of her daughters, Morrigan!"
On the field, the blue-haired succubus appeared, coated in her aura with a wild grin. "Let's go!" she shouted, her attack cloaking at 2000.
Fulbeua's brow arched. "What a violent one," she muttered with a frown.
"Finally, I set a card and attack!" he declared, pointing a the Succubus on the field. "Morrigan, take down Succubus!"
"Both are at the same attack, what are you planning?"
The blue-haired succubus lunged forward in a blur, her aura clashing with Succubus. Their strikes collided, a shockwave of blue aura and dark energy erupted as both shattered in smoke—neither side's life points budging. Luka's grin widened. "No scheme—just clearing the board. And now, Succubus-chan! Attack Lauratt!" Lauratt panicked silently as the succubus approached him hungrily, licking her lips. She leaned in to kiss him, making him disappear in smoke as well, making Fulbeua's life points go down by 700, making it 3200.
"And with that, I end my turn," he declared boldly, but his throat was tight. Even after clearing the board, if she had another trick up her sleeve…
"Then behold my graceful triumph," Fulbeua replied, her smile blooming with serene confidence as she drew a card from her deck with a languid flick. "I invoke Home of the Foreign Hero's secondary effect. When Lauratt falls and joins the graveyard, I can call him back in defense mode!" The rustic house on her field pulsed, its wooden frame creaking as a soft light spilled forth. Lauratt rematerialized—kneeling, his 1000 attack muted to 800 in defense.
"Back already, huh?" he muttered, his mind racing for a counter.
"Indeed," Fulbeua purred, her tail swaying as she slotted another card with a delicate snap. "And I activate the card that shall seal my victory, Absolute Devotion!"
Suddenly, a whip formed on the terrain, crackling next to Lauratt. The hero disappeared, alongside the house behind him.
"Give everything to me, pour your life, your devotion for I am here—"
Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the field, a perfect copy of her, floating in the air with an absolute air of confidence.
"—Fulbeua Sina Lestani!"
The crowd's roar surged into a fevered tempest, their chants—"Fulbeua! Fulbeua!"—shaking the stadium's bones as the duplicate rose, her golden eyes blazing with the same imperious fire. Her attack flared on the display: 2500, a number that loomed like a guillotine over Luka's dwindling 1100 life points.
Luka's grin flickered, a bead of sweat tracing his jaw as he stared down the mirrored monarch. "A clone of yourself? That's… bold," he managed, his voice threaded with awe and defiance. His gaze darted to Succubus-chan, still trembling at 1700, and Morrigan, poised at 2000—strong, but outmatched by the sheer majesty now arrayed against him.
"Bold?" Fulbeua's laughter danced through the air, a silken melody laced with menace. "No, hero—this is certainty. My beauty, my will, doubled for your delight." She extended a hand, her duplicate mimicking the gesture with eerie precision. "This beauty shall claim your little succubus."
The conjured Fulbeua glided forward, her movements fluid.
Succubus-chan squeaked, her wings fluttering in a futile bid to flee, but the shadow's hand lashed out with a whip.
"I activate my trap card!" Luka called, right before the strike.
"Trap card?" Fulbeua smirked. "There is no such thing as a trap for me. I see everything."
To his terror, the trap card didn't activate, and Fulbeua's whip struck true, destroying Succubus-chan with ease and making Luka's life points fall to 300.
That thing cannot be targeted by effects?
The stadium trembled under the weight of the spectators' cheers, a tidal surge of sound that crashed against Luka's reeling senses. Fulbeua's duplicate hovered, her whip retracting with a serpentine flick, her golden eyes glinting with triumphant amusement. The real Fulbeua tilted her head, her tail curling lazily as she savored his stunned silence.
"Ufufu…♪ This game is truly amusing. We shall play together once you've devoted your life to me. I end my turn."
Luka gritted his teeth. He had something to counter her, but he didn't have the card yet.
But this place was but a dream, anything could be possible if he believed in it, right?
"Devoted my life to you?" he smirked, his hand resting on his deck. "That's tempting, for sure. You are a light I never thought I could see with my own eyes. In fact, I'm jealous of the amount of confidence you can muster."
"Ufufu…♪ Shower me in praise."
"But!" Luka's voice sharpened, cutting through her revelry. "I won't hand over my soul that easily. My freedom's mine to wield, and I alone decide who I'll follow. So how about—" He snatched a card from his deck with a fierce, sweeping arc, brandishing it between his fingers like a blade, his arm poised aloft. "—you follow me instead?!"
Without a glance at it, he slammed it onto the disk.
"I activate my spell card: Origin Fusion!"
A pulse of light erupted from his graveyard slot, mirrored by a glow from two cards in his hand. "With Lilith in my grip, I discard Astaroth and banish Morrigan from my graveyard to summon from my extra deck—"
The field warped, a vortex of shadow and flame tearing open the grid. From its depths emerged a figure—Lilith, reborn, her purple hair wild and unbound, her naked form aglow with jagged, neon-pink wings that crackled like living circuits, her attack blazing at 3000. "—Lilith Origin!"
The crowd's roar faltered into a collective gasp, the stadium lights flickering as Lilith Origin's presence seared the air with electric heat. Her eyes burned with a primal ferocity, locking onto Fulbeua's duplicate as arcs of pink lightning danced along her wings.
Fulbeua's smirk froze, her golden eyes narrowing as a flicker of surprise—then intrigue—crossed her regal features. "Oh, my," she murmured, her tail stilling for a heartbeat before resuming its lazy sway. "A fusion. How audacious."
Luka's grin widened, fierce and unyielding, as he thrust a hand forward. "Audacious enough to shake you! Lilith Origin—attack her clone!" Lilith surged forth, her wings flaring wide as she unleashed balls of energy. The shadow-Fulbeua raised her whip to counter and the balls landed but—
Fulbeua's life points lowered to 2700 but the monster was still on the field, without a scratch.
"Ufufu…♪ How delightful. To think such violence could hurt me…"
"I knew it wouldn't!" Luka shot back, his grin flashing with reckless confidence as he brandished another card from his hand. "That's why I activate my final magic card!"
The grid pulsed as he slapped the card onto his disk, its surface igniting with a deep, resonant hum. "Barrier of Babylon! This spell allows me to drain life points from me and summon a monster with less attack from my deck!"
"Less attack? But you only have 300—"
"I remove 100 life points and summon the tuner monster, Eva!"
A ripple of energy pulsed through the field, Luka's life points flickering to a precarious 200 as the grid shimmered. From its depths emerged Eva—the useless succubus.
"Wait?! Only 100?!" Eva wailed, stomping a tiny foot. "What's this nonsense? That's unfair! I deserve—"
"Clear mind!" Luka ignored her protests. "Barrier of Babylon lets me synchronize monsters during the battle phase! Eva! Lilith Origin—let's end this duel!"
The crowd's breath caught, the stadium lights pulsing as a surge of power rippled across the field. Eva huffed, crossing her arms, but her form began to glow—a soft silver light intertwining with Lilith Origin's blazing pink aura.
"Surge forth, silver dragon made up in my mind! Professor Vinum!" The circles of light erupted, unveiling a tall silver-haired figure with glasses, a wild aura surrounding her. Her black tail lashed out from behind, whipping the floor menacingly. Her attack showed 4000, a force that dwarfed the shadow Fulbeua's 2500.
"Now!" Luka grinned widely, pointing at Fulbeua. "Professor Vinum! Attack Fulbeua with your World-Shattering fist!"
Vinum's eyes gleamed behind her lenses, a smirk curling her lips as she lunged. Her fist erupted with dark, swirling energy, the air twisting around it as she struck with earth-shaking force. The shadow-Fulbeua snapped her whip in a desperate parry, but Vinum's blow tore through, slamming into the clone without shattering it. The impact reverberated, Fulbeua's life points plummeting to 1200, yet her monster endured.
"Is that all?" Fulbeua taunted with a smile, enjoying his struggle.
"Not even close!" Luka shot back, his grin fierce and unyielding. "Professor Vinum's second ability activates—Merciless Energy Drain! I drop my life points to 1, and she attacks again!"
A gasp rippled through the crowd as Luka's counter flickered to a single, fragile digit—1—his life teetering on the edge. Vinum's tail lashed once more, her aura surging as dark energy coiled around her fist anew.
"Vinum—strike again!" Luka roared, his voice reverberating through the arena. She surged forward, her second blow a maelstrom of shadow and fury, slamming into the shadow-Fulbeua with devastating force. The clone reeled, its whip flailing uselessly against the onslaught, but this time, the blow landed deeper. The grid quaked as Fulbeua's life points flickered wildly, the counter spinning downward—1200, 800, 400—until it struck a staggering 0.
The stadium erupted in a deafening roar—"Luka! Luka!"—as the shadow-Fulbeua shattered into a storm of dark fragments, dissolving into nothingness. The lights flared, bathing the field in a triumphant glow as Fulbeua's duel disk dimmed, her golden eyes widening slightly before settling to its usual glow.
"Ah… I lost," she admitted with a warm smile. "Truly amusing. You are a naughty one, aren't you?"
The crowd's cheers swelled into a tidal wave, shaking the stands as Luka stood tall, his chest heaving, his grin blazing with victorious fire. Vinum crossed her arms, her smirk softening into a nod of approval before she faded from the field, her role complete.
Fulbeua stepped forward, her regal poise unbroken despite the loss, her tail resuming its lazy sway as she closed the distance. "Did you enjoy our little game?" she asked.
Luka wiped the sweat from his brow, his grin softening. "Hell yeah I did!"
Fulbeua's laughter spilled forth, a melodic chime that danced through the air, her tail flicking playfully as she tilted her head. "Good," she purred, stepping closer until her body was almost touching him. "It means you can adore me even more. Time to finish this festival."
Luka chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I like you that's for sure. The fact that you did all this for me…" he blushed slightly.
Fulbeua's smile deepened, her golden gaze sparkling with delight as she leaned in, her tail brushing his leg in a fleeting tease. "Oh, I did it for more than just you," she murmured, her breath a soft caress against his ear. "Now, don't you think it is polite to love me in return?"
The arena shimmered, its edges dissolving as the Duel Monsters field morphed into an intimate bedroom, its walls enclosing them in a private cocoon, shielded from the festival's clamor.
The roar of the crowd faded into a distant hum, replaced by the soft rustle of silken drapes and the faint flicker of candlelight casting golden shadows across the room. Plush velvet adorned the bed, its deep crimson a stark contrast to the pale glow of Fulbeua's skin as she turned to face him fully, her tail swaying with deliberate grace.
Luka blinked, his blush deepening as he took in the shift. "Uh… this is new," he managed, his grin twitching with a mix of nerves and curiosity. "Part of the festival's finale?"
"I am the finale," Fulbeua purred, reclining languidly on the bed, one arm outstretched toward him in a beckoning arc. "Honey, I want you to adore me, this is the only reason for my presence here."
"What about Saki? Are you saying I shouldn't marry her?" he asked, not taking in the bait of her alluring figure exposed on the bed.
"Ufufu…♪" Her laughter chimed, soft and teasing, as she propped herself up on an elbow, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Marry her if you wish—it's no concern of mine. You'll love me all the same."
Luka's grin twitched, a spark of defiance flaring in his chest as he crossed his arms, holding his ground. "That's a bold claim," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "You're pretty damn sure of yourself, huh?"
He let out a deep sigh, the heat in his body rising as a smirk tugged at his lips. "Good thing I've got plenty of love to give, Fulbeua," he said, leaning closer, his hands pressing into the bed to steady himself as he hovered near her.
Fulbeua's eyes sparkled, her tail flicking with delight as she shifted, mirroring his lean until their faces were mere breaths apart. "Don't make me wait, honey," she licked her lips, her posture still confident despite the situation.
In fact, her confidence was contagious. For a moment, Luka felt like he could lift the world, and, in a moment of bold courage, he embraced her. Their lips brushed faintly before pressing against each other, her smile still cornering her mouth.
The kiss deepened without their tongues, a slow burn of warmth and audacity, her lips soft yet insistent. Her knee brushed tantalizingly against his crotch while her right arm wrapped around his shoulders.
Luka pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his smirk mirroring hers as his forehead rested against hers. "You're trouble" he muttered, his voice husky, a laugh bubbling beneath his words. He could feel his magic being disrupted, now certain that his Pleasure Eater wouldn't work against her, the pleasure piercing through his defenses. "I still wonder why you put yourself through all that trouble just for me…"
"A star can only adore me if it stays a star," she explained, her eyes closing for the briefest of moments. "Honey, this is why I prepared all of this. For you are a star that is best at my feet, loving me, until your pain is but a fleeting memory—"
She paused, her gaze locking onto his with regal intensity.
"—For I am Fulbeua Sina Lestani, your mistress and savior." With a deft twist, she turned him, her light yet firm weight pinning him gently to the bed, her thigh brushing against his pants with deliberate, teasing pressure.
Luka's breath hitched, his smirk softening into something unguarded as her warmth pressed against him, her tail curling lazily around his leg like a silken chain. The sensation of her thigh against him sparked a heat that surged past his defenses, his body responding despite the flicker of resistance in his mind.
"Savior, huh?" he muttered, his hands finding her hips. "I can say for sure that I had a good time at this festival. So for that, I am truly grateful," his grin returned, softer this time, almost lovingly.
He knew it was but a fleeting encounter, but he couldn't help himself but love this woman. So full of confidence, so sure of herself, it made him jealous and at the same time delighted to meet her.
"Now, lose yourself in my embrace," she whispered. "A star doesn't fade at my feet—it glows hotter under my touch." Her fingers trailed along his chest before resting on his side, her lips finding him again.
The kiss hit like a spark, hungry and electric, her lips moving with a vibe that demanded he keep up. Luka grinned into it, his hands tightening on her hips as he pushed back just enough to match her fire.
No second thoughts—he started peeling off his shirt with one hand, the other staying locked around her. The feel of her breasts, trapped tight under that skimpy dress, threw him off for a second, so he went for it, tugging at the laces on her back. The fabric loosened with a soft give, easing the tension as it slipped free.
The candlelight flicked across the room, catching the sheen of her skin as the dress slackened, her curves spilling out with a quiet, natural grace. Luka's breath hitched, his fingers pausing mid-motion, staring at them.
"You look ecstatic," she whispered. "Go on, feel me with your touch."
Luka tossed his shirt aside, the fabric hitting the floor with a soft thud, his chest bare now as he leaned back into her. His hands slid up her sides, tracing the smooth arc where the dress had been, feeling the warmth of her skin under his palms. She arched into his touch, her tail tightening its loop around his thigh, a slow, possessive tug that sent a jolt through him.
Finally, he leaned himself between her cleavage, his flowery scent attacking his senses. His head molded perfectly between her, and her hand brought him closer by pushing the back of his head.
His skin was hot against hers, the gentle pressure of his face against her breasts a pleasant weight. Her fingers splayed through his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp as she held him there. The gentle motion of her breathing, the soft thrum of her heart, and the heat of his body all combined to create an intoxicating atmosphere.
She tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Ufufu…♪ Look at my face. Aren't I beautiful?"
Luka nodded slightly before kissing her again, his hand sliding down her skimpy outfit to reveal more of her skin. She shuddered slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as he caressed her.
"You're exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "Every inch of you is perfection." She arched into his touch, her breasts pressing against his chest as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue danced with his, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. Luka's hands roamed over her body, mapping out the dips and curves, committing every detail to memory.
Then, with one swift tug, he removed his underwear, eliciting a giggle of appreciation from her as it bobbed
Luka took a look back, his eyes roaming over her naked form hungrily. She was even more breathtaking without the confines of clothing, her curves on full display for him to admire. Her skin was flushed with arousal, the candlelight casting a warm glow across her body. Luka licked his lips, his erection pulsing, ready.
"I'm gonna taste you," she whispered, tugging her dress off completely, leaving just her black tights clinging to her legs. Luka's finger traced her crotch, slick with her arousal, until she took him in, sliding down slowly and deliberately.
Fulbeua savored every flicker of Luka's expression—the sharp inhale as she guided him inside, the way his features melted into flushed ecstasy as she descended, enveloping him completely. His head sank back into the pillow, a low groan escaping as she set a languid rhythm, her generous curves pressing flush against his chest. Her fingers curled gently at his nape, tilting his face upward—she wanted to drink in every gasp, every twitch of his lips as she moved. Luka's hands roamed her back, kneading her flesh with a hungry grip, while his fingertips skimmed the taut fabric of her tights, tracing the contours of her thighs. The air thickened with the wet, rhythmic sound of their joining, a primal melody that pulsed beneath the flicker of candlelight.
Her pace quickened, a deliberate tease giving way to something fiercer. Luka's breath hitched, his grip tightening as he matched her, thrusting upward to meet her descent. The heat between them flared, a wildfire stoked by the friction of skin on skin, her tights rasping faintly against his legs with each motion. Fulbeua's golden eyes glinted, half-lidded with pleasure, yet sharp with that unshakable confidence—she was a queen claiming what was hers, and he was hers to toy with.
"Sing for me, honey," she purred, her voice a velvet lash as she leaned down, lips brushing his ear. Her tail coiled tighter around his thigh, a possessive tether that sent a shiver racing up his spine. Luka's response was a ragged chuckle, cut short by a moan as she shifted, angling herself to draw him deeper.
His head tipped forward, forehead pressing against her collarbone as he inhaled her musky scent while his tongue flicked out to taste her divine skin. Fulbeua's laughter spilled out, a sultry chime that vibrated through her chest, her movements never faltering.
"You're tickling me, honey," she tittered, as she slowed, grinding against him torturously. Her nails grazed his shoulders, leaving faint red trails as she arched back, offering him an unobstructed view of her form—skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, curves swaying in the dim glow like a vision carved from desire itself.
Luka's gaze raked over her, hunger flaring in his eyes as his hands followed suit, mapping the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. He surged upward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was all teeth and heat, a clash of need that stole the breath from both of them. Fulbeua moaned into it, her rhythm faltering for a heartbeat before she regained control.
Luka's fingers found the edge of her tights, tugging them down in a frantic bid to feel more of her, the fabric catching briefly before sliding free. Her skin was fever-hot beneath, and the contact sent a jolt through him, his thrusts growing erratic as the pressure mounted.
Fulbeua's head tilted back, a triumphant smile curling her lips as she felt him on the edge. "That's it," she whispered huskily, her voice a siren's call threading through the haze. "Lose yourself to me." Her tail tightened its grip, her hips slamming down with a final, shuddering force that pushed them both over the brink.
Luka's world fractured, a white-hot surge ripping through him as he clutched her close, his groan muffled against her throat. Fulbeua's own release followed, a soft cry escaping her as she trembled atop him, her body clenching around him in waves. For a moment, they were suspended there—locked together, breathless.
As the tremors faded, Fulbeua eased back, her golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she traced a finger along his jaw. "See?" she murmured, her tone smug yet tender. "A star shines brightest in my grasp." Luka laughed, a low, winded sound, his chest still heaving as he met her gaze with a lopsided grin.
She shifted away, his glistening seed pooling across his abdomen as she slid closer, cradling his head between the soft swell of her breasts. "You adore them, don't you?" she teased, her chuckle a melodic taunt. "Ufufu…♪ How could you not?" Her foot toyed with him, toes gliding along his length with a brazen, teasing stroke.
Luka countered swiftly, his fingers seeking her slick warmth, tracing deft, tantalizing circles that drew a sharp breath from her lips. Their eyes locked—a silent challenge, as they both pleasured each other lovingly.
Fulbeua's smirk widened, a flicker of delight dancing in her golden gaze as Luka's touch sent a shiver rippling through her. She leaned into his hand, her breath catching for a fleeting moment before she regained her composure, her toes curling with deliberate mischief along his hardening length. "Oh, honey," she murmured, her voice dripping with mock surprise, "still so eager to please me?"
Luka's grin sharpened, a glint of rebellion in his eyes as he pressed his fingers deeper, coaxing a soft gasp from her. "Isn't it obvious?" he quipped. His tongue flicked out to taster her again, this time sucking on her nipples.
"You're right, it is," she smirked, feeling his steamy breath against her and his shaft pulse between her toes. Then, she lifted her foot higher to tease his tip with the sole before sliding in long strokes.
Luka's breath hitched as she lifted her foot, his tip twitching with expectation. Her foot glided along his length, the smooth sole providing a tantalizing friction that sent shivers coursing through his body. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly to meet her movements.
"You're driving me crazy," he panted, his fingers still working their magic between her thighs. She hummed in response, her foot continuing its teasing strokes. Her other foot joined in, both now working in tandem to pleasure him.
Luka's body tensed as the overwhelming pleasure built, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back his impending release. The sensation of her slick sole stroking his shaft was almost unbearable, the friction both agonizingly good and maddeningly insufficient.
"Fuck, I can't—" he gasped out, his grip tightening on her as he tried his hardest to resist. She could feel his tip throbbing urgently against her instep, hot and heavy with impending eruption. "I'm so close—"
"Do it," she encouraged huskily, her eyes locked onto his. "Cum for me. I want to feel your hot desire all over my feet." Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, the sultry curve of her smile urging him on.
With a soft moan, he lost himself to the intensity of his second climax.
Luka's body convulsed as he reached the peak of his pleasure, his hips jerking forward as he released. His hot, sticky seed spilled onto her feet, coating her smooth skin with his desire. He groaned deeply, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His fingers, still buried between her thighs, curled inward, stroking her inner walls with renewed vigor as he rode out the waves of his climax.
Fulbeua watched him with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with triumph and arousal. She wiggled her toes, relishing the feel of his warmth spreading across her feet. "More… Pour more of your desire on me."
Luka's breath came in ragged gasps as he slowly came down from his high, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust.
Shit… I can't contain myself any longer!
In a single, breath, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her to come on top, his shaft sliding along her thigh before entering in one stroke. Fulbeua gasped at the sensation, her eyes looking down at his expression—like a dog in heat.
Her lips parted, a sharp breath escaping as he filled her, the sudden stretch igniting a flare of pleasure that danced up her spine. "Oh, you naughty star," she murmured, her voice a throaty melody laced with delight. Her legs parted wider, inviting him deeper as her tail lashed out, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer still.
Luka's grin was feral, teeth glinting as he braced himself above her, hips snapping forward with a rhythm born of instinct. Each thrust drove a soft cry from her, her composure fraying as he claimed her with unrelenting fervor. His hands roamed her curves, palms splaying across her hips to anchor her against his onslaught, the wet slap of their union filling the room with a primal cadence.
Fulbeua arched beneath him, her nails raking his back in thin, stinging trails, urging him on as her own heat coiled tighter. "Yes—harder," she demanded, her tone a sultry growl, her eyes blazing with a hunger that matched his own. Her tail tightened its grip, guiding his pace as she rocked upward to meet him, their bodies clashing.
The bed groaned beneath their fervor, the crimson velvet crumpling as Luka's thrusts grew wilder, his breath a ragged snarl against her throat. He buried his face in her neck, teeth grazing her pulse as he poured himself into her. Fulbeua's moans rose, sharp and unrestrained, her fingers tangling in his hair as she teetered on the brink, her inner walls fluttering around him.
"Cum with me," he growled, his voice a rough plea as he angled deeper, striking a spot that made her tremble. Her smirk faltered, replaced by a gasp as the wave broke, her release crashing through her with a shuddering cry. Luka followed an instant later, a guttural groan tearing free as he spilled inside her.
However, he didn't stop there. She wanted him? He would give himself to his fullest. His hips continued to slam against hers, his face crunched with effort.
Fulbeua's breath hitched, her golden eyes widening for a fleeting instant before narrowing with a mix of astonishment and delight. "Ufufu…♪ Ufufufufu…♪" she giggled as she clung to him her face inching closer to kiss his cheeks.
The air thickened with the scent of their union—sweat, musk, and the faint floral whisper of her skin—mingling with the creak of the bedframe and the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh. Luka's growls grew hoarse, his lips finding her throat again, nipping and sucking as he chased another peak, driven by the fire in her gaze. Fulbeua's moans morphed into a staccato symphony, her composure shattering as she writhed beneath him, her inner walls gripping him with desperate intensity.
"You—won't—stop," she panted, her words punctuated by his thrusts, a rare vulnerability flickering through her regal mask. Her legs hooked around him, pulling him impossibly closer as she teetered on the edge once more, her body trembling. Luka's grin flashed, wild and unyielding, as he pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps.
"I want—," he rasped, his voice gravelly as he angled his hips, striking that sweet spot again. "—to thank you. I want to give you everything I can." Tears glistened at the edges of his eyes, his words spilling out in a torrent of raw emotion. "I want to love everyone. I want to love you—I want everyone to stay. I want to keep having fun! I want them to be happy. I want everyone to be happy!"
Fulbeua's gaze softened for an instant, a flicker of something unguarded shimmering through her golden depths before her smirk reclaimed its throne. "Then give it to me. Your raw emotions, give everything."
Luka's tears spilled over, tracing hot paths down his cheeks as he surged forward. Each one carried his gratitude, his longing, his unspoken vows—to her, to the world he fought to hold together. Fulbeua's breath hitched, her body arching to meet him as his intensity reignited the fire within her, her moans rising into a crescendo that echoed his fervor.
The bed rocked beneath them, a witness to their collision of souls, the crimson velvet pooling around them like spilled wine. Luka's lips found hers, a kiss that was equal parts desperation and adoration, swallowing her cries as he drove them both toward another shattering peak. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring herself as the wave built, her inner walls fluttering with a hunger that matched the tears staining his face.
"Stay with me," he growled into her mouth, his voice cracking with the weight of his plea as he struck deep, sending her spiraling. Fulbeua's cry broke free, a raw, trembling sound as her release tore through her, her body quaking beneath him. Luka followed, his groan a ragged hymn as he emptied himself into her once more, his tears mingling with the sweat on her skin as they clung together, breathless and undone.
"I want everyone—"
To stay with me.
At least a bit longer.
His vision dimmed, his eyes closing as sleep took over him, her soft embrace befitting a loving mistress enveloping him…
The stadium's sounds disappeared.
The candle flickered one final time before its flame vanished.
One last time—
—Before the end of this fleeting dream.
For a laugh cackled in the shadows. His moment to strike finally arrived.