Lust Devil's Rise

Luvia strode through the halls while completely invisible, her figure discreetly following the passages and hallways leading to Luka’s room.

’That damn playboy!’

Her heart pounded after what she saw the night before, a sense of betrayal and bitterness growing within her chest as she clenched her fists.

’Calm down... It’s alright... I was first...’

She tried to adjust her thinking as she wrapped around a maid.

The poor maid squealed, dropping several sheets the moment Luvia’s hands pressed against her hips and squeezed her buttocks slightly.

’A little too big, but quite soft.’

Ever since she came to Amol and lost to Luka in that stupid attempt to take his life, nothing had gone according to plan for Luvia. She strutted further along the hallway before glancing out the window, able to see him still fighting and training with the knights.

"I can’t be like Vaun or that old man..."

What brought them together wasn’t love or affection, but hatred and animosity... the first time his fingers touched her delicate parts.

Luvia’s mind melted, and she lost all reason.

Her dark elf blood awakened in that moment as she started to crave Luka’s touch more and more with each passing second.

’That damn bastard’s fingers are too long and thick...’

Though she worked hard to escape her bindings, enduring and trying to hide the fact she climaxed several times because of his torture... enough to squirt and sully her honour completely... when it came to trying to get revenge, it failed.

Luvia paused in the middle of the hallway, where she could see the target.

The perverted knight Cedric.

He stood close to Luka’s room, watching the two guards while muttering something to himself.

’Well, at least he’s better than this kind of creep...’

The moment she tried to kill Luka was a complete shock for the dark elf... a sudden intense pain as if she’d stabbed herself. Then, when she choked him, something bizarre happened, and it was her throat that became tight.

However, that wasn’t the reason for her anger.

When she couldn’t breathe, the tightness grew stronger as she tried to choke Luka... her body tingled with excitement at the sudden pain and lack of oxygen. It was the moment Luvia realised she might not be normal...

’It’s the biggest stain on my life... the fact I almost came...’

By the time she recovered, Luka had already overwhelmed her and just smiled mockingly...

’Did he realise?’

’Was it that obvious?’

She leaned against the window frame, glaring at him as she raised a single leg, stepped onto the stone wall, and stretched her muscles.

Her dark brown skin shimmered with a faint glow, her sweat forming a thin layer that dripped onto the fabric of her thigh-high socks.

At some point, during her angry rant about Luka, her stealth faded. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"W-What a beauty...." Cedric’s foul voice echoed from a few metres away.

Luvia turned to see him glancing, no glaring at her exposed thigh, the plump brown meat jiggling slightly as she adjusted her socks and garter belt.

’Is this freak looking at me too?’

Maybe if the gaze was from Luka, she might’ve been happy.

To have another man who wasn’t the one bound to her oogling her was nothing but a disgusting feeling for Luvia. She shuddered, as if countless ants were walking up her spine, and she quickly retracted her leg.

’Let’s go back to Luka—?!"

As she turned to leave, Cedric once again called out to her.

His voice grated on her ears.

"E-Excuse me...!"

Luvia snapped towards him, glaring back with her golden orbs.

How could she forget this bastard calling her dirty and insulting dark elves the night before? Did he not realise she was tailing him during most of the night?

She didn’t even use stealth to test his instincts and abilities.

And he had failed.

Completely.

Cedric straightened the moment her golden eyes landed on him. The fear that should have appeared never came. Instead, his expression shifted into something worse, making Luvia’s skin crawl.

Interest.

Greedy, obscene interest.

"Ah, forgive me. I did not realise one of Lord Babylon’s maids was so..." His gaze dragged over her from her face to her thighs, lingering where it shouldn’t. "Exotic."

Luvia stared at him, noticing all the subtle changes in his expression and movements. For a moment, she wondered whether he was brave, foolish, or born without survival instincts.

"What do you want?"

Her voice was flat enough to tenderise meat.

Cedric smiled, maybe mistaking her prickly disgust for something else.

Most dark elves treated other races as if they were inferior, so he wouldn’t be put off by something like that.

"Nothing improper. I merely wished to ask whether you serve in this wing and could offer me some assistance..."

"No."

"Ahem! Well... as a guest of your Lord, it would surely do you well to serve me, no?"

"No."

Luvia turned away.

"I am leaving."

However, before she took a step, Cedric moved far faster than she expected from a useless knight obsessed with women, stepping into her path with one hand raised. His polished smile tightened when she did not stop for him willingly.

"Come now, there is no need to be cold. I have seen many dark elves act proud before changing their tune behind closed doors."

Luvia slowly examined him while stroking the hidden daggers in her waistband.

"What did you say?"

Cedric’s eyes flickered, but arrogance pushed him onward.

"Do not pretend you misunderstand me. Your kind has quite the reputation, and wearing a maid’s uniform hardly makes you a noble lady. I am quite skilled... so how about we find a spare room and I show you how superior I am to your master?"

’What?’

The air around Luvia became still, but she felt nothing but a tingling flash wrapping around her skin as she swallowed her harsh words.

Luka’s face came to her mind... then his huge... before she could respond, her body became hot, nothing but Luka remaining as something ugly stirred beneath her ribs.

She had been called many things in her life. Cheap whore, slut, cocksleave.... Dark-skinned devil. Most insults slid off her because they came from men too weak to matter, and the fact that she knew she was pure and untouched.

However, from the moment she slept with Luka, those insults changed, and became a sort of reverse scales.

Luvia didn’t want to hear other men’s thoughts about her beauty and hated that they lusted after her. This was the effect of a Dark Elf’s soul binding... she only wanted to hear Luka’s compliments and words, even if she wanted to punch him so badly.

The words made her skin crawl.

Because he said it while standing in Luka’s house.

While sniffing around Luka’s room.

While treating her like something he could drag into the nearest chamber and dirty without consequence.

She was Luka’s maid, Luka’s woman, and her body only felt at ease around him.

’This pretentious human bastard!’

A green swirl of fiery Miasma burned inside her chest as she bit down on her lower lip, enduring the pain as her teeth sank deeper into the soft red flesh.

Cedric stepped closer.

"You are wasted serving a sickly border lord with no prospects. A woman like you would do better pleasing men with real standing."

His hand reached for her wrist.

Luvia watched as it approached her, resisting the urge to vomit.

She could have broken his fingers then. She could have slipped behind him, opened his throat, and left him choking before the blood touched his collar. Instead, she let his hand close around her wrist.

Cedric’s smile widened.

"There. Was that so difficult?"

His fingers tightened, dragging her toward one of the empty guest rooms nearby.

"Be sensible. A low maid should know when fortune is offered. I might even speak kindly of you when I return to the capital."

Luvia allowed two steps; she moved only two.

Just enough to let him get carried away, to believe he had control, before she stopped and resisted his force.

Then he pulled harder, trying to drag her through the half-open door.

"Come along, dark elf. Do not make me treat you like the slut your kind is known to be."

Luvia’s heart calmed, cooling as the green Miasma seeped into every muscle of her body, empowering them, while Luka’s voice, the way he leaned over her when he came inside, his scent, breath, and warmth all lingered in her mind.

’I must be a fucking lunatic...’

She could feel every moment of it, keeping her wrapped in his affection.

Cedric glanced back at her with a flash of irritation covering his handsome face.

"What now?"

She glanced up at him and down to the hand on her waist, then shook her head.

Cedric only had the time to frown before she took action.

Luvia drove her knee upward with a brutal snap as the impact struck his face with a wet, heavy crack.

His nose flattened beneath her knee, blood bursting over his lips and chin as his head snapped back. Cedric staggered, losing his grip with both hands flying to his ruined face as a strangled scream tore from his throat.

Luvia did not let him fall cleanly.

She caught him by the front of his polished armour, twisted her hips, and slammed him down against the stone floor hard enough to rattle the doorframe.

Cedric hit the ground with a breathless grunt.

His sword half-slid from its sheath.

Luvia stepped on his wrist before he could reach and ground her foot against his bones.

"Haa... Haaah."

Her voice almost became sweet as she gasped from the sudden outburst.

Cedric groaned through the blood pouring from his nose.

"You filthy... bitch..."

The dagger appeared in Luvia’s hand before the insult finished.

She dropped onto one knee, pinning him beneath her weight while the blade kissed the side of his throat. A thin red line opened where the edge pressed too close.

"Say another word."

Her face hovered above his, beautiful and cold.

"Go on, please~ give me a reason to have to explain to Luka... so he’ll punish me again, he’ll choke me while his huge thing... gouges my insides. I’ll beg him to forgive me for gutting the pathetic knight sent by the Queen.... go on...!"

Cedric’s eyes shrank as they cleared enough to show his fear.

Luvia pressed the blade a little harder, watching his throat shift beneath the steel.

"Do you know what the difference is between me and the dark elf sluts in your filthy little fantasies?"

His body shook beneath her, too scared to shake his head as the blade kissed his throat ever tighter.

"The only man I will ever need is Lord Luka."

Squish!

The blade sank slightly into his exposed throat, blood dripping down his neck as it pooled in the groove of her elven dagger.

Luvia’s lips curved upward in a distorted sneer.

"How dare you touch me... how dare you sully my body with your foul, disgusting breath!"

Her emotions became erratic, almost psychopathic.

Until the door beside them burst open and a familiar knight staggered into view.

"Luvia, you must stop at once!"