[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]

'Is she for real?'

I was sitting (Pushed onto) on the sofa inside Morningstar Library, with Zeraphira kneeling between my legs with my zipper halfway down.

As I watched her fumbling with my zipper, 'Cute', it's arousing seeing her acting seductive and in control—

"Arggggh! That's it! I'm burning with things off—"

My soul literally jumped from my body, when crimson-red flame lit and hovered over her palm.

"Okay, okay, I will do it for you, no need to burn my pants off!" I blurted, half in terror and half in disbelief, as her flames flickered dangerously close to very sensitive territory.

Zeraphira blinked, flames dying with a pout. "Hmph. You complain too much, darling. I was merely assisting your… recovery."

"Recovery," I echoed flatly, tugging my zipper up with trembling hands. "Zera, you don't 'recover' someone with demonic fire near their—"

"Dick? Cock? P-Pepe?" she teased, crimson eyes glinting.

Zeraphira's tongue peeked out, just slightly, in that way she did when she was both teasing and dead serious. My heart did a weird half-lurch—equal parts panic and something dangerously close to anticipation.

"Zera, it's penis," I said, slowly, like one might speak to a predator while pretending not to be afraid. "And, you can't heal trauma by threatening to roast the patient alive."

Her pout deepened. "But you looked so tense, darling. I thought some warmth might help."

"Warmth," I repeated. "Not immolation."

She tilted her head. "You always overreact to foreplay."

"I overreact to being set on fire," I countered. "There's a difference."

"Alright, get on with it then, pants off~" She teased before sniffing my crotch like some delicious treats, looking very much like an addict.

Sigh!

After a moment, I was sitting with my boxers, my pants tossed somewhere down the shelves full of shady tomes.

Giggles~

"Only one final barrier between me and the true test of your willpower~" Zeraphira purred, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim library light.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting a battle no hero should ever have to fight — the war between sanity and whatever this was. "Zera," I said slowly, "Suck. It."

A bit of my Conqueror's Will leaked as Zeraphira's kneeling figure stiffed for a moment before, with a coquettish expression, she slid my boxers down, pooling at my ankles.

"Whoa! It's lollipop time~" With that, she lowered her little pink tongue and glazed my semi-erect, sensitive purple mushroom of a cock.

Groan!

I shiver travelled throughout my body, as she started licking the top off, oddly concentrated like an agent on a mission.

She swallowed it and moved her mouth.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

"Mmmm~ this taste, slurp~"

Her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip, savouring the salty precum as she took me deeper into her mouth.

Soon, as my erection was increasing, my cock was invading deeper and deeper into her mouth, but she made no move to pull back, keeping the whole thing within her mouth while she pressed her nose against the base and brought out her tongue to lick my balls.

This kept going even as my girth invaded her throat, and she made no move to pull back, as she wanted to feel my entire girth invading her. At this point, she couldn't even breathe, but she wasn't willing to pull back.

Soon, I was at full mast as my cock was already halfway into her throat, revealing a bulge from the outside. She was desperately struggling in her place. I tied her arm behind her back, unsuccessfully tried to grab something for leverage, and her chest was attempting unsuccessfully to separate from the sofa, but she was completely helpless. Though she still didn't pull back her face. She kept my full mast within her throat as she used her tongue to pleasure my balls.

Finally, after almost 2 minutes of voluntary helplessness, she pulled back slightly, her face had gotten red and then blue as she didn't get any air.

"If you can make me cum in these 10 minutes, then I'll give you a little surprise," I said to her, moving in front of her face. My cock was still erect and free as it glistened with her saliva.

She slowly pulled back, taking a breath for a few seconds before shoving her face forward again, not wanting to lose the presence of my cock within her throat.

She used all of the tricks that she had on my shaft as she practically worshipped it with her mouth. Some of those tricks even made me groan with pleasure.

Soon, the 10 minutes were about to be up, and I was feeling like I was close. Deciding to give her a reward, I said, "I'm cumming, Zera." I said as suddenly, my cum shot out of my cock and sprayed the back of Zera's throat.

She tried her best to take it all, but she wasn't experienced and didn't wasn't able to take it all in, causing some of it to escape down the side of her mouth, making her face look very erotic.

Zeraphira's breathing steadied, her crimson eyes half-lidded as she looked up at me. The teasing smirk was gone — what lingered instead was something softer, something almost fragile behind her usual predatory charm.

I brushed a hand through her dark crimson hair, feeling the faint hum of demonic heat radiating from her skin. "You deserve a reward, my Zera," I said again, but this time my voice had lost its earlier edge. It wasn't a command; it was quiet. Heavy.

For a moment, she looked startled — as if she hadn't expected tenderness from me of all people. Then her lips curled into a smile that was strangely shy for someone like her. "Darling…" she whispered, resting her cheek against my thigh. "You say that like you mean it."

"I do," I replied before my mind could stop me.

Silence filled the library, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock and the low hum of the manor's wards. Her warmth pressed against me, grounding me — though a part of me couldn't ignore the cold, biting truth whispering in the back of my mind.

This wasn't mine. This body, this life… even this woman's devotion — it all belonged to the original Dominic.

The thought tightened something inside my chest. I had stolen another man's name, his memories, his sins. Even if the system called me "Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar," I knew better. The soul inside didn't belong to Hell's forsaken prince — it belonged to a stranger who had died in a far duller world.

'Don't think about it,' I told myself. 'Not now.'

"Your heart's loud again," Zeraphira murmured, still resting against me. "You're thinking too much."

Crap.

I forced a chuckle. "Maybe I'm still recovering from your 'therapy session.'"

Zeraphira giggled softly, tracing idle circles on my thigh with her fingertip. "Therapy? Hm… that makes me your doctor then. Should I prescribe more sessions?"

"If they involve demonic flames near my—"

She pressed a finger to my lips. "Shh. Don't ruin the moment."

I sighed and leaned back, letting her warmth rest against me. For the first time in a while, the silence wasn't heavy. It was… oddly peaceful.

The hush in the library deepened until all that remained was the crackle of the hearth and the faint rustle of pages turning themselves by magic somewhere among the shelves. Zeraphira stayed close, the weight of her head against my thigh a quiet reminder of how utterly unguarded she was around me.

A strange calm settled in my chest—one I hadn't felt in a long time. No System chimes, no status alerts, no danger warnings. Just her heartbeat echoing softly through the mana-laden air.

Her breathing slowed until I could feel the steady rhythm of her heart through my thigh. It almost lulled me, the way a hearth might calm a war-torn soldier. The faint scent of sulfur and roses hung in the air—her signature fragrance, born of Hellfire and obsession.

For a long minute, neither of us moved. The library's golden light swayed against rows of ancient books; dust motes floated like lazy fireflies. It would have been tranquil, if not for the war brewing in my mind.

Zeraphira eventually broke the silence. "You still don't believe you deserve comfort, do you?"

I glanced down at her. "Comfort's a luxury for the dead."

She frowned, sitting up just enough to look me in the eyes. "You're not dead."

"I should be," I murmured before catching myself. The words slipped out more easily than I wanted. Her expression softened, and that was somehow worse—pity from a being who could burn worlds.

"Darling," she whispered, voice steady now, "Hell took everything from you once. Don't let it take your heart, too."

Her words lingered in the air, heavier than any silence could be. I didn't reply. Couldn't.

A faint shimmer crossed her crimson pupils as her demonic senses picked up the smallest shift in the room—SPIRAL pulsing from me, uncontrolled. I quickly suppressed it, pretending nothing happened.

Instead, I forced a smirk. "You talk like a therapist now. Next thing I know, you'll be charging by the hour."

Zeraphira laughed quietly, the sound low and melodic. "Maybe I already am. You just haven't figured out the currency."

"Let me guess—souls?"

She leaned closer, eyes glimmering. "No, darling. Your attention."

I froze for a beat. That answer was far too honest.

Before I could respond, she rested her head on my shoulder, the tension in her body melting away. "You don't have to talk," she said softly. "Just… breathe. I'll be here."

So I did.

I let the silence take me again, but this time, it wasn't empty. Beneath the quiet hum of the manor's wards, beneath the weight of secrets I could never share—there was a heartbeat beside mine, stubbornly refusing to fade.

***

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