The walls of Lysandra's sanctuary whispered with ancient voices. Gold-veined marble and silk curtains dressed the room like a palace — but for Lily, it was nothing but a cage, a gilded prison built for something fragile.
Days blurred into nights. Nights bled into nightmares.
Every moment, his body learned a new rule:
Obedience wasn't optional.
When she wasn't "training" him, other creatures visited — each with a motive darker than the last.
One evening, as moonlight painted the cold floor silver, the heavy doors creaked open.
A scent — thick, intoxicating — flooded the room before the figure even stepped inside.
Veylor.
A noble demon, disguised as the perfect seducer.
His appearance was flawless: soft skin, curves sharp enough to confuse angels, and a devilish smile carved to destroy innocence. His crimson eyes locked onto Lily's quivering frame.
"So this is the new pet," Veylor chuckled softly, circling him like a collector admiring forbidden art.
"Such a waste, leaving something this... edible unmarked."
With a single snap of his fingers, the room's air grew heavier, soaked with heat and tension.
Lily couldn't speak — throat dry, body betraying him with shivers not entirely from fear.
Veylor crouched, his breath brushing Lily's ear.
"You'll learn soon... Everyone here feeds on weakness."
His fingers ran slowly along Lily's bare thigh, lingering with playful cruelty.
"Don't worry, little one. I'll make sure you taste every sin this world offers."
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Days Later...
Lily's world expanded with horror and seduction.
Another visitor arrived — not walking, but floating — her form translucent, her voice echoing from both the void and the flesh.
The Phantom Lady.
An ethereal entity with no mercy, only hunger.
She whispered to him in his sleep, her cold fingers brushing against his neck, planting twisted thoughts like seeds. She was neither alive nor dead, and Lily's body trembled every time her invisible lips caressed his.
"You belong to everyone now, my sweet little toy."
The boy learned fast: trust was a luxury.
In this world, even kindness was a lie.
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But this was only the beginning.
A storm was rising — across realms, whispers began to spread:
A new plaything had been claimed. A femboy demon slave, delicate and unprotected.
And more monsters were coming.
Not to save him.
But to own him.