Chapter 38: Chapter XXXVII: A God? A Fallen Angel? An Elf? (3)

Previously

It was now night and the fake moon above shone upon her victorious visage, enhancing the glow of her silver eyes and hair, making her appear even more of an ephemeral beauty until Willow spotted the roots of her silver hair turning, no, glowing white.

He quickly ducked from the window, just avoiding the sharp head-turn from Ivanka into his direction as he hastily hid inside his blanket. Crap, did she see him? It was currently the fourth day of the promised week and a few rules had been established between the both of them. 

The most important one being that; Willow had to be in bed before evening or more specifically, before the moon arose, even if the moon was a fake one. Ivanka didn’t tell him why but she always made sure to cast a sleeping spell on him to make sure he was asleep. Today was a rare evening when she had forgotten to do so.

She may not tell him but he knew exactly why he couldn’t see her after the moon took it’s place.

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Ivanka, the fallen and former goddess of the elves, the silver-haired maiden of war, the old witch in the woods were some of the many names she had been given in her long, long years of life. But there was a specific title that struck out, to those who played the game. 

Nightmare. The single entity and goddess who had thrown the seven realms into chaos whenever night fell and her other self came out–a split personality of the stoic elven goddess terrifying enough to be qualified as a sister of the Demon God. There were two things Nightmare was known for, fucking and killing. 

Willow was the incarnation of the Maiden, praised to be the most beautiful thing in all the seven realms. He knew which of the two would happen to him if Nightmare caught him awake. He didn’t know the exact details of the deal Ivanka and the Demon God made but he knew Nightmare wouldn’t care less about their contract since she could be considered another identity. 

In fact, there was a scene where Willow had utterly gotten fucked by Nightmare in the game despite knowing he already belonged to her sister. Sure, it was just some limited event but if it could happen in the game, it would happen in real life. 

But, the main reason why it was an extremely bad idea for Nightmare to meet him was that he was going to go into heat, a cycle of estrus that happened once a year, where due to his constitution sends out pheromones to the nearest dominant partners, beckoning them to come relieve him of his heat in exchange for divine pleasure. It was a constitution only he had apparently, and he could tell it was a pain in the butt for Elm to cover for him when they were growing up. There wasn’t a time when she wasn’t at least bruised, fighting off all the dumb animals or people coming to rape his ass. 

And now, he had a very, very dominant and sex-seeking being who probably caught him staring. A thud and the wheezing of iron hinges, and he knew Nightmare had arrived. His body shivered, already preparing for his estrus as he could hear her sniffing, trying to figure out where the sweet smell of sex was coming from. 

A tremble of the sheets and she found her prey. Two, long bunny ears of white palette sprouted from her head, jumping about excitedly. Nightmare couldn’t believe her luck. She first scanned the territory, confirming that they were indeed alone and there were no runes nor magical traps hiding about that would hinder her hunt. She hated being trapped.

She sniffed the air. This time, it smelled a little sweeter. She may hate being trapped but she did like trapping others. A grunt and masterful flex of her magic and a complex set of mysterious black symbols were inscribed around the room, making sure that not a being above a High God could interfere. 

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She sniffed the air again. But this time, she found that there was another stink mixing in with the quivering morsel’s smell, a very familiar stink that belonged to an even more familiar, detestable person. 

“So you have been marked,” Her little nose twitched in irritation at that person’s stink. “By her no less.” Another quiver of the little thing hiding in the sheets and the stink was gone. “It appears the marking wasn’t consensual. But I don’t care. I smell you.”

Her footsteps thudding against the wooden floor sounded like Death approaching, to Willow. Inside the airtight blanket, his body was beginning to sweat from the heat, his skin clammy and moistening which only worsened his condition, making his smell of pure sex even more prevalent in the room as evident by the large intake of breath by his soon to be assailant. 

He couldn’t think. He hated this part about being in heat. This part about Willow made for great erotic scenes to fap to from behind a screen but from within? It was absolutely terrifying. . .which only made Nightmare even more aroused. 

Nightmare nodded, arriving right above the quivering little figure and enjoyed the moon’s light gracing her meal. In the short amount of time she's known about this figure’s existence - and the shorter amount of time she knew it was submissive - she latched onto its scent completely. The world is better than it ever was with this smell in the air. 

“Little mouse, why don’t you reveal yourself to me?” Nightmare cooed with the best intentions, though most people would extremely disagree. The shrouded figure didn’t reply, only mewling quietly, soft enough that it was hard even for her bunny ears to pick up.

But it was a sign, a signal that the little mouse was prepared to procreate, prepared to accept her divine seed. “Reveal yourself to me,” She ordered again, her voice laced with divine authority. Impressingly enough, the little mouse didn’t obey, still defiantly hiding within his satin shell.

Oh, could she get any more excited as a hunter? Other than a few yowls and mewls, this one was as quiet as a mouse but if she really focused on it, she could hear ragged breathing that sounded somewhat. . . male?

A Male? How was it possible for a male to possess such feminine smell in his soul? Far more succulent and sweet than any female smell she had come across too. The little mouse was getting more and more interesting. 

“Ah,” Nightmare snapped her fingers. A metaphorical light bulb appeared above her head. She figured out the puzzle. A dangerous-looking smile graced her lips. Now she knew why her sister had marked this feminine male and why it would feel so good plundering him for herself. If her theory was correct, he would feel good enough to risk a war against her sister, or the whole seven realms for that matter. 

Willow tried to think of something, anything that could get him out of his current predicament despite the haze of lust clouding his mind. For one, he knew that Nightmare and Ivanka were two totally different entities to the point that they don’t even recollect each other’s memories, as if twins sharing a single body, living two different lives with two different morals—one thriving under the sun and the other waking under the moon. What one did was completely unrelated to the other, which was also the reason as to why Nightmare could technically assault him despite the contract between Ivanka and the Demon God.

A sweeter smell pumped into the room at his distress. Tingles, little electrical bolts fried the edges of Nightmare’s nerves. She drooled. There was no point in starving herself any longer. No good hunter would leave such a delicious morsel in misery, so deprived from the good fucking he deserved. Besides, she wasn't sure she could walk away if she tried. Her feet were determined to carry her to that scent, turning to lead every time she thought of walking away. . .which was zero to begin with.

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