The girl turned over and sat on top of the demon god, she grabbed the demon god's wrists with both hands, and imprisoned him on top of his head.

She lowered her eyes, her light-colored pupils staring at him, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, light and sharp, as if he couldn't breathe.

The Demon God's eyes flickered, his silver eyelashes drooped gloomily, and his red lips moved: "Shibel." I ......"

"I don't want to hear what you say."

When the girl heard him speak, the emotion in her eyes was already impatient.

She opened her mouth and bit the demon god's lip again.

"You can be obedient now, and you will speak when I am in a good mood."

Her lips covered his, and she muttered between her lips and teeth.

Her fingers caressed the demon god's lean waist, listening to the muffled gasp in the other person's voice, she raised her eyes to stare at the demon god's crimson pupils full of desire.

Shiebel reached out and ruffled the broken hair from the demon god's forehead to the back of his head, revealing his overly delicate beauty to her eyes without reservation.

She watched as his breathing gradually became heavier and heavier, the corners of his eyes became more and more red, and his scarlet eyes were even more like rubies, and his desires were sticky, but he was indifferent.

"Shibel...... Shibel ......"

With tears streaming down his eyes, he raised his hand, his fingerbones clutching her wrist tightly, like a stormy wave, duckweed helpless, and she was his only support.

He whispered helplessly, like a plea, "Don't do this...... Shibel ......"

The desire was stifled, his breathing was short and difficult, and the pain that he couldn't vent was deeply entangled.

Shiebel looked at him, and suddenly sneered inexplicably.

"That's when you're the most obedient."

"Please." She said in a cold tone.

The powerful demon god was crying, and his trembling voice was dazed and helpless: "Please, please, Xibel, please......"

The lust in his eyes was unfathomable, and the corners of his eyes, red from forbearance, were terrible and gloomy, morbid and insane.

He is a demon, a demon god whose evil spirits and desires will swallow up all his sanity.

He is no longer the holy and pure god of light, not ruthless and desireless, nor will he endure desires, but has become a demon god who is devoured by desire and degenerates and sinks into it.

That crazy idea of possession grew madly at this moment, wanting to rub it into his bones, wanting to take it for himself, wanting to do those things he likes to do in his bones and wants to do every day.

…… He couldn't hold back that kind of desire.

But he was afraid, afraid that he would hurt the girl with such a sick madness.

He could only beg the girl to let him go before all his sanity was exhausted, before he became mad, because he didn't want to show his full lust in front of the girl, so he begged helplessly.

Shibbel's fingertips caressed the young man's lean and powerful waist, and his waist and abdominal muscles were still trembling, so ascetic and forbearing.

He was trembling all over, his crimson eyes staring at her.

It's pathetic.

Sheebel slowly let go of her hand, and before the other could breathe a sigh of relief from the expression of desire, she lowered her head and grabbed his lips, snatching his breath fiercely.

The wind of the castle howled and screamed, the wind blew mercilessly and fiercely, and the red moon in the dark night sky was like blood.

When Xavier opened his eyes again, it was still dark outside the window, the candles in the castle were burning, and he lowered his eyes to see the girl sleeping soundly in his arms with her eyes closed.