So Aloy97 point this out and now it makes sense. The birthday cake on the location things is because Yahkar's birthday was yesterday. September 25. They killed on her birthday and put fk cakes in the episode. *sighs*
I’ve seen several posts about it, and while it might be funny in a dark humor kind of way, I think it’s just a made-up joke, some wikis say that Ykhar’s birthday is 28th Sep.
And even if it was on 25th, I really think BV just forgot to add the correct image, I’ve seen that placeholder before, it’s not the first time they mess up.
I don’t know what to say... this thing has so many ff warnings... think about one (explicit, cheating, dub con, kidnapping...) and it’s probably in here, so you are advised.
If you decide to read it, 1000 brownie points to whoever figure out where the interrogation scene I shamelessly copied took inspiration from comes from.
Here is part 1 in case you missed it.
I had never written anything so nsfw before, I blame it on Lance’s evil hotness.
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
I woke to the sound of sea waves and the sensation of being gently cradled in a very soft bed. For a moment it felt really nice and I thought about sleeping a little longer, but when I tried to roll onto my side I realised that my hands were bound tightly at the wrists, above my head, and I could hardly move.
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was a low wooden ceiling. I realised I was in the cabin of a boat and immediately remembered everything that had happened before. I had been kidnapped.
Ashkore… Lance, with a knife at my throat had made his way out of HQ down to the beach. Enthraa had betrayed us, she was on his side and had helped him escape. She had also knocked me unconscious when I had fought with all my strength to run off the boat when I had seen that sea monster grabbing… a heavy weight settled in my heart. No, I wouldn’t think the worst. I saw Miiko and everyone else rush into the water before falling unconscious. Everything was all right. He was all right.
But I hurt, and it was only partially connected to my kidnapping and its disastrous consequences. No, the real reason was that I remembered what had happened before Lance had pointed that knife at me. His words had cut deep into me. He was a murderer, I hated him, but everything he had said made so fucking sense that it was making me sick just thinking about it. And it wasn’t because of his attempt at manipulating me, no, I could see right through that… the reason was that, deep within me, I agreed with everything he had said. I’d also been thinking every single one of the points he had made many, many times since I’d landed in Eldarya.
Eldarya had been created through the sacrifice of two entire races, whose consent I was seriously starting to question.
The Guard of Eel’s main solution to solve any problem was kill first ask questions later. They had killed anyone infected by the Christal without really trying to save them first. They had been one step to kill Colaia without even knowing if she was infected or not.
And me… they had used me as a bait more times than I could count. Lied so much that I hardly knew what was real anymore. And they had taken away my family from me. I acted like I was at peace with it now, but I wasn’t okay. I wasn’t okay at all.
Yes, Lance was right about pretty much everything he had said, but this didn’t mean I had to agree with his methods. He had too much blood on his hands.
And yet you seemed to like those hands quite a bit, didn’t you? A small voice in my head said, and I blushed despite myself.
I had allowed him to touch me, kiss me… I thought he was bound by Miiko’s spell but he had been able to move all along, he’d had every chances to kill me and escape quickly, instead he had used that precious time to… do what exactly? Mess up with my mind and my body? I had to figure out what was his game, and fast.
I tried to free my hands, but it was pointless, they were tightly tied to what was probably the bed’s headboard. I tried to look around the room as much as my position allowed, luckily my head was resting on a thick (and very comfortable) cushion.
I found him crouched in the corner of the room, staring at me. Or, at least, I thought he was staring. He was wearing his mask again, those red cruel eyes pointed at me. Now that I knew who and what he was, it was very easy to recognise the dragon design, it had been under our noses all this time.
“Where am I?” I asked coldly.
“You’re my guest” he simply replied.
“What happened to the others?”
“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends? You’d be relieved to hear they are all well, even your precious boyfriend.”
I felt the heavy weight leave my heart, relieved I just looked at him in silence, while he stared right back at me.
“You still want to fight me” he said after a while.
“That happen when you are kidnapped by a creature in a mask. And you were more than ready to kill me in order to escape, don’t even try to deny it.”
He paused at my words, then stood up and removed his mask, and I saw his face again. Icy cold eyes that had looked into me deeper than anyone ever had before. Big, straight lips that I knew were both rigid and soft and gave him a severe look. Twin scars on his nose that didn’t take anything away from his looks and probably, in a strange way, even enhanced it. Short wild hair that a small crazy part of me was dying to feel under my fingers. I looked away quickly, pointing my gaze back to the ceiling.
“I thought you might feel more comfortable if I wore the mask, since you’ve known me longer with this face, I guess it doesn’t matter.” I heard the sound of his mask being placed on a piece of furniture somewhere in the room. “But you are 100% right, I was ready to kill you without a second thought.”
I wasn’t surprised at all, but still…
“I wouldn’t have enjoyed it though,” he continued “I’m taking a like to you. But the mission is more important than you or me for that matter. Nothing can come in between.”
“Why am I here?” it was pointless to argue with a madman. Better to cut to the chase.
“We were in the middle of something before we were so rudely interrupted.”
My eyes snapped back to his, astonished. He got to be kidding me… was he really thinking about… after almost killing me??
He smirked, quite amused by the situation.
“I’m not talking about that… even though I’m looking forward to pick up to where we left off. No, I’m talking about our game.”
“What?”
“An answer for an answer. That was the deal.”
I was amazed by his single-mindedness and all around assholness.
“Go to hell Lance, I’m done playing your games.”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to hell, but not before I’m done taking Eldarya and everyone else with me. Everything is ready, the chessboard is set and I know everything I need about all the pieces involved... except for one, you. I don’t know what’s your role into this. Are you going to destroy my plan? Could you be useful to me, instead? You are a mystery, an unknown variable, and I don’t like to be in the dark. So, as you wish, I’ll go straight to the point: what are you?”
So that was it, he wanted to know my faelian race. What would he do with the information? I had told Miiko but I was starting to regret the decision I made. Valkyon knew it too though, and this already made two people in in the secret. How long before the news spread? I thought I could trust them, but at this point I didn’t know who to trust anymore, if anyone.
“I’m not telling you anything” I said in between my teeth.
“You have a connection with the Oracle and the Crystal” he continued, ignoring my words. He paused, and looking at me from head to toes, in a low voice added “you know I can take whatever I want.”
I just stared at him, unflinchingly.
“I have many ways to make you talk. Most of them are really painful, but many, believe me, you would enjoy quite a bit” he said raising an eyebrow, with a mischievous smile. “Of course, I could also get a truth serum and either force or trick you into drinking it, but that’s not really my style. That’s more like your Guard’s buddies.”
I flinched at those words, he knew he had hit the nail in the head.
“You keep protecting lowlifes who have done nothing but lie and hurt you, and that’s me the one you keep looking with hate?”
“That’s because I do hate you. You’re a monster” I spitted out.
He grabbed a dagger, the same one he had threatened me with just a few hours before, and came closer, standing right above me, pointing it at my heart.
“Tell me, then” I could feel the cold point lightly piercing through my clothes, “why did you let this hateful monster touch you?”
I… had no idea how to reply to this question.
“No words? Then, answer this, why did you enjoy it?”
“I didn’t” I growled.
“Erika…” he said in an admonishing tone “we agreed to be honest with each other.”
“I am, I didn’t like it one bit.”
He just stared at me coldly for a moment, then he smirked and with a quick move of the dagger, cut my shirt from neck to bottom. I drew my breath surprised.
He jumped on the bed straddling my hips, one hand was at the side of my head, the other grabbed my chin, so that I was forced to look directly at him, “We are going to play a new game. Every time you lie to me you’ll be punished; every time you say the truth you’ll be rewarded.”
“Wha…”
Removing his hand from my chin, he took the dagger again and pointed it at my throat. Then he lowered it, slowly, the point lightly grazing my skin. He moved it down on my chest, between my breasts still covered by my shredded tunic, on my belly, up to my navel. His eyes followed fascinated the movements of the dagger on my skin.
I should have been terrified, scared out of my mind… but I wasn’t. I was starting to understand the twisted ways his brain worked. Everything he did, all his killings, were either calculated moves towards his goal, or caused by the hate he felt for the Guard. He didn’t see me as part of the Guard, he didn’t hate me, so unless he thought I was a hindrance to his plans I was safe. Probably.
So I stared him straight in his face, seemingly unimpressed, and said “are you planning to cut me into pieces to make me talk?”
He moved the knife back up, using it to uncover one breast, and aimed the cold pointed tip to my nipple, which instantly hardened at the touch. He finally raised his eyes to meet mine, “And ruin this perfect body?” he said with a mischievous smile, “as I said, I have other ways to make you talk.”
Dropping the knife to the floor, he lowered his head to my breast and took it into his mouth, sucking and biting on my nipple with strength. I hissed and tried to move away, but his hand came to my other breast grabbing roughly and pinching my nipple between his cold fingers. It was a strange sensation, painful at first, but the more he licked and touched, other feelings came in, and he skilfully kept me there, at the threshold between pain and pleasure.
“So, let me reformulate the question” he said after a minute, “do you like it when I touch you?”
“No” I replied mustering all my strength.
“No?” he asked doubtful. Fucking asshole, he knew perfectly well what he was doing to me, with an evil smile he latched to my breast again, this time licking and touching less roughly, and my back instinctively arched from the sensation, pressing into his mouth further. It was good, oh so good. He moved to the other breast and started licking and sucking there too, while his hand went to the one he had just left, grabbing and massaging with care.
He stopped again and I almost growled in displeasure, he just smirked and said “Well, Erika… let’s try again. Do you like to be touched by me?”
I didn’t understand what was wrong with me, I was not supposed to like it, but I did, and wanted, no… needed more. I mumbled some unintelligible sounds.
“What?” he asked, his hands both on my breasts massaging lightly in soft motions that weren’t nearly close enough to what I really needed. So, I gave him a small nod.
“With words Erika.”
“Yes, okay? Yes, I like it! I hate you, but I like it when you touch me… are you happy now?” I replied angrily.
“Almost…” he said in a mocking tone. He looked at his own hands still massaging my chest “I really love these” he said squeezing just a little “so round and soft… and so responsive… I’d keep playing with them the whole day” he added almost lovingly. Then he looked me back in the eye and said “See? I am always sincere, I have no problem admitting that your body makes me crazy. Why did you lie?”
“Fuck you.” I spat out irritated. One thing was fucking with my body, the other was doing the same with my head.
He tsk amused. “You and I both know the answer, but I want to hear you say it out loud. Let’s see… what should I do… tell me, what would you like me to do now?”
“Die.”
He just looked at me bemused for a moment, then said “you lied again”, and raised on his knees. With a strong and fluid movement, he turned me down on my belly, so that now I rested on all four on my elbows and knees, my head on my tied hands. I was about to protest when, with another quick movement, he tore my pants and underwear away, leaving me completely exposed.
He opened my legs and settled between them, now there was no way I could hide the evidence of my arousal. I silently waited for him to word whatever diabolical idea he had in mind, but for a moment he just stood there, still and silent as well. Then, I felt a sound and a stinging pain on my ass.
Had he just… spanked me?!
I froze in shock and felt him massaging my ass sweetly, that was… nice. But between a caress and light pinch he alternated unyielding hits across my bottom. The duality of the two opposite sensations was doing strange things to me, my skin was hot and I knew I was completely drenched down there. He must have noticed too because, after a few minutes, I heard him whisper “Your body is a work of art…” while massaging my bottom kindlier than he probably had intended. His fingers came between my cheeks and started caressing down towards my folds. Once at the entrance he slipped a finger inside me and I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.
“You are fucking perfect…” he said while slowly moving his finger out of me, and then back in, he was silent for a few seconds and I knew must have been watching attentively the spot where our bodies met. “What the hell are you doing to me?” he added in a low voice.
What was… I… doing to him?
“I must taste you… fuck, I have to… but first tell me why you lied to me, or I’ll stop right now.”
I wanted to tell him to go to hell… I really wanted to, but a part of me really, really wanted him to keep doing whatever he wanted to me. I felt him add another finger and I almost lost my mind, while he started moving his hand faster.
“Tell me…” he said while his thumb hovered on my clit, like a promise, and that was my undoing.
“I’m feeling guilty!” I cried panting, “I love someone, or… I think I do… but the things you do… what I feel… I’ve never felt like this before, not with him, not with anyone else!”
“Good girl” he said, but I could hear that his tone had lost most of the amusement and coldness he had portrayed up until that moment, he was probably as affected by the situation as I was.
“Here is your reward” and I felt him grab my ass with both hands and his tongue lick a path from my clit to my core, plunging into me. The orgasm took me by surprise, it was strong and earth-shattering, and I felt my legs give in.
He quickly grabbed me by the waist and gently helped me settle down, laying on the bed. His tongue came up, licking my bottom where it still hurt a bit from the strong hits he had given me before. He licked and left small kisses up along my back on my spine, up to my neck, until I felt him settle above me, resting on his side, hugging me closer to him, my back to his chest. It was… nice being completely enveloped by him. I was going crazy.
I was still panting, coming down from my high, when I felt his hard shaft between my ass cheeks, moving up and down in slow rhythmic motions. Then his lips at my ear, as he whispered
“You taste amazing” he licked the outer of my ear, sending shivers running down my spine “and you have nothing to feel guilty about, your body is yours to do whatever pleases you with it. No one is worth denying yourself something you desire, especially not someone who has tricked and lied to you constantly. And this” he added, emphasising his words with the rocking of his hips “is something you want, isn’t it?”
He licked my neck and I stopped caring about anything that wasn’t him, his tongue, his hands, his words… and everything his body was promising me.
“Yes…” I said breathless, and he entered me slowly.
Hi was big… so big… and hard… I closed my eyes, lost in the incredible sensation. We both moaned at the feeling of him burying deeply into me, and for the first exquisite moments we just stayed like that, resting partially on our sides, him moving slowly into me while his arm hugged me closer to him.
Soon, though, his thrusts became rougher, more erratic, and he pushed me flat into the mattress, settling completely on top of me, almost but not completely crushing me with his weight. His hands were rough as one came around me to grasp one breast with strength, and the other grabbed my throat, as he pushed hard his shaft in me and I pushed my hips back against him.
“Untie me…” I panted. “I… I need to touch you… Lance… please…”
“Say my name again…” he said, as out of breath as I was.
“Lance…”
A moment later, I didn’t know how, my hands were free. I felt him leaving my body, but in a quick movement he turned me on my back and entered me again. I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, my breasts rocking in rhythm with the headboard rocking against the wall as he groaned and pounded forcefully into me.
Now that we were facing I could clearly see him, completely undone by what we were doing together, his usually cold blue eyes shining with passion, and his lips… so close to mine. My hands went to his hair, that were as soft as I had imagined, and pushed his face towards mine, my mouth crushing down on his.
I could tell he was surprised by me taking the initiative, but he soon recovered and kissed me with all he had got. Which it was a lot. His lips took control of mine devouring me, and I came undone again, this orgasm even stronger than the first. The pleasure seemed to extend forever, but when I finally came back to earth I saw him looking at me with wonder in his eyes, and when our gazes locked he came too, with a strength that seemed to take him by surprise, and once he was done he crushed over me.
I found myself lightly caressing his back with my nails, while he recovered his strength.
“I… I’ve never felt…” I could tell that he was confused and didn’t know how to express himself. His head buried between my neck and shoulder.
“That was… you must be an angel…”
I froze at those words, and he noticed. Crap. He was probably just trying to pay me a compliment and I…
He raised his head, his eyes met mine, and I knew I had completely given me away, a slow mischievous smile formed on his lips.
I'm finally caught up. And maybe it's because it was the first time I played without a guide, but I felt that the episode was loooooooong and very expensive. The video came out to be almost 3h, and I spent around 5/6k maana. On the plus side I got 2/3 illustrations, I didn't get Leiftain's but maybe that depends on having him as your boyfriend, I'm not sure.
I liked the purgatory part, it was sad and beautiful, seeing Mery was painful but I love angst.
Leiftan gave us half of his life, this causes me anxiety... what does it mean? How long do we both have left? And are we even more connected then before?
I think this episode was mostly Valkyon's arc, it will probably conclude in the next. I am playing Ezarel and Nevra's route and I think I made the worst choice ever, it seems that all the most intereating parts are in Valkyon and Leiftan's. It's going to take me ages to start over and catch up with both of them (but I am going to do it anyway).
I really want Lance's route but I don't see how this is ever going to happen at this point. He has murdered too much, if Beemoov was afraid of a teacher route and made Rayan's extremely family-friendly, I don't see how they can justify Ashkore's. Unless they come up with him being manipulated by some evil force. He may be redeemed and maybe we will get a second season with him, but I don't see his route coming anytime soon. We even got his illu without setting the crush on no-one.
Reading the spoilers and knowing that the WHORE that I am is definitely going to change my crush from Ezarel to « someone » in order to have that sexy fucking ass illustration
