Curse Mark? [R-18]
"No... no way..." Liria stammered, her face draining of color.
She took a clumsy step backward, her leather boots splashing in a dirty puddle.
Her calculating green eyes were wide with pure terror.
She was a D-Rank Thief and a Shapeshifter; her entire skill set relied on stealth, disguise, and quick escapes, not fighting face to face with an Elite C-Rank monster.
She turned on her heel and lunged toward the brick wall of the alley, desperately trying to scramble up the drainage pipe to escape.
"Where do you think you're going?" Alex's sultry voice echoed right behind her.
With an added Agility bonus from his Temptress profession and the physical boost of his C-Rank sword seed, Alex crossed the distance in the blink of an eye.
He moved like a ghost.
Before Liria could even grab the metal pipe, a pale, slender hand shot out and clamped firmly around the back of her leather collar.
With a effortless jerk, Alex yanked her off the wall and slammed her back against the brickwork.
"Ah!" Liria cried out, her shoulders hitting the bricks hard.
Before she could try to use her shape-shifting abilities to slip away, Alex stepped in close, completely trapping her.
He pressed his forearm against her collarbone, pinning her flat against the wall, while his other hand grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head.
"Let's have a little chat, blondie," Alex whispered, leaning his face in close.
The physical contact was immediate and overwhelming.
As Alex pressed his body against hers to hold her down, the soft, firm swell of his A-cup breasts squished directly against Liria's large D cup breasts.
At the same time, the heavy, sweet aphrodisiac scent leaking from Alex's pores washed over her in a concentrated wave.
Liria gasped, her head falling back against the bricks. Her whole body trembled violently.
Usually it is harder for even a C Rank professional to completely control themselves under his pheromones.
Not to mention, the pheromones enhanced by the Temptress profession were too strong for her D-Rank mental defenses to handle at this short distance.
"Hanhaa!!" A deep, burning flush spread down her neck and across her sharp cheeks as a moan leaked through her mouth.
"You..yo.. What are you?" Her breath came in short, ragged pants, and her thighs instinctively squeezed together as a sudden, heavy wetness soaked her underwear.
"God... fuck..." Liria cried, her eyes turning hazy and unfocussed. "Why do you... smell so fucking good? You're ruining my mind..."
Alex wanted to stay cool and intimidating, but his own mutating body was betraying him again.
The physical exertion of the brief fight, combined with the close, heavy contact of Liria's squirming body against his, made his Yin-Serpent mana flare up.
His swollen, puffy pink nipples hardened painfully against his bra, sending tight, electric shocks of pleasure straight down his spine.
Worse, below his waist, his little brother stood at full, throbbing attention.
As Liria wriggled her hips against the brick wall trying to find some relief for her own burning arousal, her groin brushed directly against the hard, thick tent pushing out of Alex's pants.
Liria froze. Her hazy green eyes snapped wide open, staring down at their overlapping waists in absolute shock.
"Wait..." she gasped, her voice thick with confusion and dirty lust. "You're... you're poking me? With your fucking dick? Ahahaa..!"
She looked up at his face, taking in his short, silky black hair, his delicate jawline, his pretty flushed lips, and the soft breasts pressing against her ribs.
She felt it clearly, the soft feeling, they really were breasts, 'however isn't he a man?'
Then her eyes glanced back at his pants.
Her brain was completely short-circuited. "What the hell with both boobs and a dick? You..."
"Shut up and answer my questions," Alex commanded, ignoring his own throbbing erection and gritting his teeth to keep his voice steady.
He activated his Silent Whisper talent. "Where is my cousin? What did you do to the real Elena?"
The supernatural whispering, combined with the suffocating cloud of pheromones, broke Liria's will instantly.
Although she was a strong willed woman herself, how could she handle the combined effects of Alex's pheromones and the power of a hidden profession.
Her head bobbed weakly, her body slumping against the wall as she surrendered to the pleasure.
"Nothing! We didn't touch her!" Liria moaned out, her hips instinctively grinding forward against his hard bulge. "She's safe! We didn't touch her!"
"Lady Clara only ordered us to bring you... I.. I was forced to do this, or else, or else she would kill my sister!"
Alex let out a long, silent breath of relief. Elena was safe. That was all that mattered for now.
He tightened his grip on her wrists, his dark eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Now tell me about that bitch… What is she upto?"
"Why were you working together with these Evil God followers?"
Under the influence of the silent whispering, Liria's lips parted.
She was ready to spill every secret she had, her haze-filled eyes rolling back from the sheer, intoxicating pleasure of his scent.
But just when she was about to speak, a sharp, crackling sound popped in the air between them, and the hidden slave mark, or more like a curse mark on her chest began to act.
A sudden, burning heat began to spread across Liria's skin.
Through the thick leather of her top, a jagged, dark-red brand glowed to life right over her heart, looking like a twisted spiderweb made of fire.
The slave mark Lady Clara forced onto her was acting up, rigged to torture and silence her the moment she tried to betray her master if it concerns matters related to Evil Gods.
"AGH! NO! IT BURNS!" Liria screamed, her voice shaking as the warm, aphrodisiac haze in her mind was slowly replaced by sheer, searing agony.
Her spine arched violently away from the cold brick wall, throwing her heavy D-cup breasts directly into Alex's chest.
Her hips bucked hard and uncontrollably against his waist, her soaked underwear slamming against the thick, throbbing length of his rigid bulge that was still pressed firmly against her groin.
Alex cursed under his breath. He didn't have time to play gentle.
If that brand finished its work, Liria's heart would burn her to death, taking all her secrets with her.
Letting go of her wrists, he grabbed the collar of her leather tunic and ripped it downward with a sharp jerk of his hand.
Buttons popped and leather tore, laying her bare to the damp alley air.
Liria's large, pale breasts spilled out, bouncing heavily with her erratic, panicked breathing.
Her dark pink nipples were hard and wet with sweat, but right between her cleavage and spreading over the upper slope of her left breast, the glowing curse mark was eating into her skin like hot acid, leaving angry, glowing red lines.
Alex didn't hesitate.
He pressed his naked palm directly over the burning curse mark, his slender hand cupping the full, soft underside of her breast.
He closed his eyes and forced his cold Yin-Serpent mana down his arm, pushing the icy energy straight into her skin to fight the destructive fire of the curse.
"Mhnn..Ahaaa!!!" The moment his cool, soft hand touched her burning breast, Liria let out a wild, broken gasp that sounded half like a scream of pain and half like a desperate moan of pleasure.
The icy Yin mana clashed with the hot curse, creating an electric tingle that sent violent shivers down her thighs.
"Look at me!" Alex ordered, his voice echoing with the pull of his Silent Whisper.
He leaned his body weight forward again, pinning her bare chest flat against his own.
The sensation of her naked, heavy breasts squishing tightly against his sensitive, developing A-cups sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to his own groin.
His cock twitched hard inside his pants, rubbing firmly against the wet slit of her panties as his own body hungered for the close contact.