He was a naked demon hovering over an unconscious priestess in a corrupted forest clearing. The pink mist swirled around them both, thick and eager, waiting for his command.
Viktor laid Olivia down carefully on the ground, her body sinking slightly into the dead grass. Then he knelt beside her, his hands moving to the clasps of her robe.
One by one, he undid them.
The white fabric parted slowly, revealing pale skin beneath. Her collarbone. The upper swell of her breasts. The valley between them, slick with sweat.
Viktor worked methodically, his breathing controlled despite the lust burning in his veins. He wanted to savor this. To remember every moment of corrupting something pure.
The robe fell open completely.
And Viktor's breath caught.
Olivia wore nothing underneath. No undergarments. No bindings. Just bare skin.
