Her fist pierced through his stomach, bursting through the back as his red hair fluttered through the air like snowfall. Vincent's blood showered across the dungeon's table, he looked down as her fist penetrated his stomach before pulling out and tossing parts of his flesh onto the ground.
Intense pain filled his body, and it beca hard to breathe, despite this, she didn't let up, and her right leg shot towards him like a whip, the power causing a howling wind.
"Ahahaha! You're pretty good at taking a beating, Brother."
"Guha....!"
'Master... She has chard you and the strange teleportation seems to have affected your cognitive abilities! Please snap out of it, she has the sa Charisma as you! Master!'
Vincent could hear her words, but the effect of Astaroth a woman, Daemon with the sa level of Charisma and special talent caused his brain to beco damaged, no matter how hard he fought against it, her sexy lips... Beautiful body dominated his mind.
She smirked as she stared at his black blood leaking out of the wound.
"...what did you do to ?"
"Oh, this isn't anything serious. I just hit you really hard. I wanted to see how you react. I think you'll be fine."
Astaroth wiped off so of his blood that dripped onto her arm and licked it clean. It tasted surprisingly sweet. She found herself licking up more of it as she examined the wound.
"Let's fight brother, I want to hurt you and show you how much I love you!" Astaroth said with a sweet voice.
"What!?" Vincent exclaid with shock. "Are you crazy!? Let go of right now!"
She looked at him, her eyes burning with passion and desire. Her tongue darted out to lick at the wound. "Do you like it when I lick it? Do you want to bite it? Or maybe I should suck on it..."
She pressed the palm of her hand against the cut to stop the bleeding. She looked into his eyes. "Do you like it when I do this?"
The pain increased dramatically as she started sucking on his wound, drinking his blood. This went on for several minutes before she stopped suddenly. She looked up at him with a devilish grin. "I'll heal it for you, Brother."
"Stop, leave alone, you're sick! Why do you want to hurt ?"
"Because I love you, Brother. I want to see you suffer."
"You're sick! Leave alone! I won't let you do this anymore!"
Astaroth's eyes lit up with rage and lust. "Oh, Brother, you don't understand. I am not hurting you. I am helping you."
She reached down to his crotch and gently caressed his mber, squeezing and tugging on it. "I want you to scream for . I want you to beg for rcy. I want you to be mine!"
"No! Stop! Get away from !" He struggled against her, trying to push her off.
She let go of him and attacked his midsection with her fist, pushing him back as he shot through the air, his stomach now bleeding heavily again.
Astaroth, stood at the centre of the room, her large horns crackled slightly as her eerie black tail slamd against the ground, and her white scales opened up to reveal golden eyes just like her own; her sudden change shocked Vincent.
"Ngh! N-No!" Vincent coughed as the whip struck him in the face, snapping his head backwards and knocking him off balance. "I'm not done yet...!" He growled, forcing himself back into position, but Astaroth was already moving on to her next attack.
Her left arm suddenly transford into a giant scythe, like an ancient weapon from long ago; it sliced through one of the pillars supporting the dungeon room, sending rubble flying everywhere. The floor shook violently, causing Vincent's body to be thrown upwards once more; he could feel sothing inside his ribcage crack.
"G-Guh..." Vincent groaned in agony, his legs shaking with every step he took, his muscles burning in protest. "This is bad... I can't keep going like this for much longer."
His daemon horns seed to crack under the sheer force of each of her blows, while his crimson hair fluttered with flas that burst from his wounds, trying to heal him desperately, but the damage was too much.
He needed to fight with his spear, the red blade glistening in the faint torchlight.
But he couldn't move his arms around freely, only his waist; he could barely lift his chest against the onslaught.
Astaroth halted her attacks, her scythe falling from her hands before she vanished from sight. Vincent could hear heavy breathing now, mixed with grunts and gasps of pain; her voice sounded close to him, echoing across the dungeon like a bell.
"...You're still alive?" Astaroth said coldly. "That's surprising." She sounded genuinely impressed, almost angry, but it was masked in a sickly sweet tone. "I thought you would have been dead by now. You seem far more resilient than I had expected."
"Older brother!"
Astaroth's voice sounded strange and affectionate; her face tinged with a deep red as her muscular arms bulged. No longer relying on cheap weapons, she would pound him into the ground and teach him how great she was.
This girl loved him too much but couldn't express herself. Thus her mother said a woman should always show her love fiercely and powerfully!
"Don't you dare call that!" Vincent shouted. His face twisted in anger, his eyes flashing with fire, and his muscles tensed as he tightened his grip on the spear.
Astaroth smiled darkly, her face covered in sweat and dirt, her eyes shining with satisfaction and a hint of sexual pleasure deeply hidden. She wanted to win Vincent over but wasn't good at expressing love. Instead, she felt like she had to beat him into submission.
"I'll tell you my na if you defeat ...!" Astaroth snarled, her huge breasts bouncing as she spoke, her fist shooting towards him like a fierce hamr. "And then we'll see who's the strongest between us!"
Her punch smashed into his shoulder, the impact driving the air from his lungs. But Vincent's eyes were fixed on her arm, watching it slowly retract, revealing her entire hand, a claw extending from her palm, its sharp edge digging into his skin, breaking the bone and piercing his flesh.
"Ngh!" Vincent scread in pain, his right arm ripped from his body by the claw, which pierced his torso and dragged him closer. The daemon girl stared at his bloody face; her pupils dilated as she leaned forward, her lips re inches from his bloodied mouth.
"Do you want to know my na?"
Vincent couldn't answer, his body paralyzed with fear, his heart pounding so fast his mind was beginning to go blank. However, Astaroth didn't care; her lips brushed against him, their mouths pressing together, tongues intertwining. Vincent tasted bitter tal, blood and saliva mingling, the demon girl's strong tongue invading his mouth.
But she didn't stop there; her claws tore through his chest, drawing them from his body, before ripping through his abdon and opening up his rib cage, allowing her to see his beating heart; she wished to kill him, devour him and make him part of her... Yet sothing stopped her.
"Weakling...." she pulled away, glaring at Vincent with a hatred, unlike anything she had ever felt. Her face was flushed with lust, her demonic eyes filled with pure loathing.
Her lips curled into a sneer, her fangs dripping with blood, and her horns twisting around her skull. Yet the hatred like a coin flipped and beca a deep twisted love that drove her crazy; her mother's words that she needed to beco the grinding stone for Vincent, to fight him and beat him until he could defeat her, give her love!
"Rember, you can beat him, dismber him, violate him Astaroth, but you may NEVER kill him!" Her mother's voice repeated in her mind as she watched her weak brother.
"If you don't defeat , then you will die! If you lose to , then your soul belongs to !" Astaroth yelled, her voice echoing throughout the dungeon. "And then I will feast upon you!"
The daemon girl charged towards him, her glowing red eyes focused entirely on him, her long black tail whipping like a whip, slicing through the air, her fists swinging with deadly precision.
***
Vincent stood his ground, taking a deep breath as he locked eyes with Astaroth, whose face was filled with rage. She was terrifying, a monster straight out of legend; his blood ran cold as she roared.
"Die!" she spat, her fists raised, ready to strike. "You can't beat !"
He didn't reply, keeping his spear tightly in his hands, waiting for her attack.
"It's hopeless," she whispered, a dangerous smile appearing on her lips, "you know you can't beat ."
She swung her fists, intending to crush his head, but he ducked to the side, rolling away from her, and thrust his spear at her. However, his deep wounds and bloody chest started to flood the room; his regeneration couldn't keep up with the damage she had caused him.
"You think you have so sort of chance?" Astaroth laughed, her eyes bright with excitent. "You've lost."
She launched another attack, her fist slamming into his chest, cracking open ribs and puncturing his lungs; she wanted to kill him but couldn't. Another blow, a kick to the gut, smashing it so hard it pushed him backwards and sent him crashing onto the ground.
"How pathetic..." Astaroth sighed as she walked around, her boot kicking at the wounded man, "I suppose I'll have to torture you instead." She said matter-of-factly, her fingers coiling into claws.
Vincent's vision blurred, everything turning dark as he struggled to stay awake, his body becoming numb, his limbs unable to move as he lay there, his vision fading.
"Why are you even fighting ? You know you can't beat . Why do you even bother?" Astaroth asked, her voice sounding distant, as though she was talking to herself, "You know you can never win. Your life is over, and mine has begun. It's so simple; why don't you understand?"
She bent down, her face inches from his, and the last thing he saw was her smile.
Beautiful and eerie. That was the only way Vincent could describe it. In her eyes, he saw a darkness that looked like a storm brewing in the ocean, but when lightning struck, it revealed an unseen beauty. He sensed sothing familiar about it, though he couldn't place what. Then he realized—her eyes were the sa colour as his own.
"What's wrong?" Astaroth whispered. "Can't you see? I'm perfect."
Her voice echoed across the room, distant as his mind faded before her lips once pressed against his before Vincent lost consciousness.
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