For a long minute, Beelzebub inexpressively stared at the naked girl standing across from him, both hands resting on the head of his staff. The room was empty beside them, and she drew the curtains shut, leaving only the light of burning candles to cast playful shadows over the both of them.
He was still a massive weeb deep down.
This was the kind of situation he could only ever imagine in fantasy. A girl as beautiful as Sakura basically throwing herself at him. But, he knew why she was behaving this way. It soured his mood. She felt she was repaying his kindness to her, that if she did not do this, he would cast her out like everyone else.
Even then, it was the most difficult thing in the world to maintain an agenda that wholeheartedly supported giving into his baser desires... for a few seconds.
This isn't enough.
In silence, Beelzebub stepped closer and closer until Sakura had to look up to meet his gaze.
"It is irksome that you believe this would sate I."
His words were stale.
"U-Um-"
She trembled when he reached for her, but did not shy away from his touch. Cold fingers gently dragged across her neck.
"I will not deny you your beauty for it pleases me, and I would gladly partake of your offering."
They wandered down to her full breasts to press against her thumping heart.
"But what I desire of you is not merely the flesh, but a true devotion."
He definitely wanted to push her down right there.
"And my favour is not so cheap to be won in this manner."
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Sakura trembled under the sheer intensity of the being that stood over her. She leaned into his touch, and struggled to hide her growing wetness the more she felt his cold touch. Her face heated up as her legs squirmed, squished together.
Her lips parted longingly.
She... all but whined when he pulled away.
He didn't want her.
Of course, he didn't.
It was presumptuous to even think someone like her could ever be attractive to someone. But, she'd at least hoped that at least the Devil of all, would not shun her too.
This was what she deserved for all her selfishness.
"I...Is it because I'm dirty?"
Shameful tears welled up in her eyes.
Beelzebub did not answer at first.
Then, a slight laugh left his lips.
She failed to understand why.
He cupped her face in his hands, leaning down with a twisted smile that ill-suited him.
"Are you so arrogant that you believe you are worse than I who am Satan? There is no sin that I do not know. No lie that will be uttered that I have not spoken first. No temptation that I can not offer. You, prize who I have taken, must first bear witness to why I wage war upon the One, and what joy awaits in the dark."
Each word was more sinful than the last, but all Sakura could do was press her legs tighter together to hide her shame and the heat that came from his touch.
"Surely, you wonder why?"
She didn't even know when she nodded.
"Because you, Sakura, are pure of sin. You are not to blame. I will have you truly when you come to me not from fear, or as an offer of safety. But, when you know that to be true, but desire to become mine all the same."
What was he saying?
Everything that happened to her was her fault.
More than that, she wanted him to have his way with her. She wanted so badly for him to claim her as the prize he declared she was, so that everyone in the world might know that she had given her very being to one who answered when no one else did.
She became lost when she felt his cold touch recede, letting out a discontent whine. Her knees became weak and she collapsed to the floor, but she didn't care for how the wood bruised her thighs or became wet underneath her.
"P-Please... You can..."
She was so close.
No, Sakura reached for his receding back like it was the greatest drug.
Even after he left, the heat in her body utterly refused to.
She raised her head to look about the room.
No one was there to look at her in this shameful state... so... maybe...
Her hands traced along her cheeks, down to her neck where he held her, then to her breasts where his fingers had lingered a while. One went down further, passing along her slight belly to the stickiness gathered below.
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This way, she'll eventually be spoiled rotten enough to forget about giving her body.
Beelzebub noticed Medusa quietly fall in behind him the moment he left her master's room. She didn't say a single word all the way through the corridor and into the living room. Even there, she only stood behind him when he sat down upon his throne in front of the crackling fireplace.
His curious gaze wandered to the destroyed window Rin fixed up with her magic.
It would be a lie to say that he was not greatly intrigued by the possibility of using that fantastic power himself, but a complete manifestation still remained at the fore. Maybe if he gained his complete divine form, his power would make something like magecraft entirely unnecessary for him to use.
He wanted to study it anyway.
"My master needed your words." Medusa said calmly, "I am thankful."
"Enough to offer yourself?"
She lowered her blinded eyes.
"Medusa-" Beelzebub remained focused on the smouldering fire in front of him, "-when I made you my offer, it was not for the form I see before me now. It is the exquisite beauty you resent yourself for."
The Gorgon he knew, the Gorgon of this world was a monster cursed unreasonably by the Gods. A monster that many sought to slaughter so that they may save the two goddesses trapped by her on her island... when in truth, those goddesses were her own older sisters.
She gradually fell to madness for all the slaughter, and ended up becoming a real monster.
Medusa's lips parted ever so little at his words.
Then, the tall Rider smiled, tucking a stray bang behind her ear.
"I wonder... would you be able to say the same when faced with that beauty, Lord Beelzebub?"
"When I looked upon you, it was the only thing I did see."
She only hummed.
"If I had heard those words back then, perhaps I would've..."
"Is that a challenge?"
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A bit shorter than my usual, but I didn't want to drag it needlessly.