The two of you continued to walk for a long time, passing by more ruins of other buildings, all of them charred. The closer you got to... wherever the next circle was, the more the wind died down until everything was at a standstill. Had your boyfriend actually done all this damage?
"He burned a lot of things in his rage, but he was never punished for it," Anti answered for you. "That's the benefit of ruling over Violence. You get away with a lot of shit." It wasn't fair, really. But all that the two of you could hope for was that you could somehow trick the conniving bastard into the Sea.
But you weren't so confident in the plans. Not in the least. And from what you were gathering, neither was Anti. "What will happen if we actually manage to do this?" you asked him quietly. He still had a hold of your hand, and you refused to let go, too scared of losing him somehow.
"Then I return you to your home," he answered solemnly. It was obvious, wasn't it?
Something nagged at the back of your mind. "That's a little... anticlimactic," you murmured.
"Is that supposed to be a joke?" He glared at you intensely. "What do you want from me, to stay? I'm not keeping you in Hell. You're too innocent to be here in the first place." He meant that you were too weak, but that wasn't how the words came out. And for that he cursed himself under his breath, pulling you along a little more harshly.
Soon enough a giant fence came into view, make of heavy iron, black and unforgiving. Spikes topped each post, and you knew for sure that there was no escaping.
"The edge of Limbo and Lust. Each gate is more secure than the last, but no one ever escapes." You wouldn't think that anyone could escape, not with giant, frothing guard dogs at each gate. The dogs began to growl as the two of you approached closer, and Anti held up a hand to stop you. "Stay quiet. They're blind and can't see you, they can only sense souls." Black smoke enveloped you, much like before, but Anti merely pulled you towards and through the gate. Apparently the dogs recognized Anti's smoke, for their growling slowed down a good deal. Soon enough you were safely away from the gate and you breathed a little easier as Anti's smoke dissipated again. "You did well," he remarked with a small grin.
Not like I had a choice...
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Limbo had been more on the cool side of temperatures, especially with the wind. But Lust was almost sweltering hot. You envied Anti as the demon stripped off his shirt, muttering to himself. His glitching had started back up, and you began to wonder just how the circle was affecting him. "What's on your mind?"
"No. I reFuSe tO AnsWEr tHaT," he growled at you, his eyes going right through you.
Wait... no, if we're in Lust, then... oh god...
You kept your eyes ahead of you, trying to focus on the long journey ahead, trying to ignore Anti's eyes on you. Staring into your soul. You could only imagine what was going through his mind, but quite frankly you didn't care to. "Anti, listen--"
"Don'T. SpeAK." He spoke through gritted teeth, his hands clenched as he walked. The heat was only making things worse for him; he had never actually ventured into the Lust circle before. How was he supposed to know that the effects would be immediate?
Another hour passed, and you had to stop walking, fanning yourself with your hands. "I'm sorry, this is too much," you whined, sitting down on the ground.
Bad move. The demon grabbed your shoulders and shoved you onto your back, his eyes glittering with whatever the circle was doing to him. He sat on your legs, smirking wide, as he always did. "If yOu cAn't TaKE tHe HeAT...~" he cooed down to you before ripping your shirt open. He gripped your covered breasts with both hands, squeezing and massaging them, making you squirm but unable to get away from his hands.
"Anti, what the actual fuck--"
He kissed you once more, though this wasn't nearly as gentle. No, his tongue shoved it's way into your mouth, thrashing and fighting to dominate. All you could do was whimper, hands at his shoulders as he sucked at your own tongue. You simply let him; he was too powerful to really fight against.
But his mind was a mess of hazy thoughts; the circle was in full swing inside his head. All he wanted was...
You.
This isn't fucking good, this stupid bitch is just gonna let me do this?
Anti ignored the thought, lifting your head to kiss you deeper still. His actions felt right, though he knew that once the two of you were out and far away from Lust, that he would regret everything.
Tugging at your jeans, the demon began to smirk. Even his eyes seemed clouded over somehow, and he panted raggedly. "That's a good girl," he purred, peeling away the rest of your clothing until you lay bare on the ground.
Completely embarrassed you covered your chest, though you could do nothing about your legs as Anti was sitting on them. But he lifted his body, on all fours above you, pinning your hands down beside your head. His smirk grew wider. "A-Anti," you started, stammering, "l-listen, I don't th-think--"
"Shut the fuck up already. You talking is such a fucking turn-off." He leaned down and lapped at where the burn used to be on your cheek before moving slowly southward, down your neck and across your collarbone. Even in the heat he seemed to be drooling slightly; his mouth was far from dry. Only as he moved towards your breasts again did you realize that his tongue was pointed; it curled around one bud, then the other, until both had been properly hardened. Blowing air across them only made you squirm, the inner heat from before flaring up again, so much so that it had blindsided you with it's intensity. "A-Anti," you began again, but the demon slapped you before you could get the thought out.
His hands went around your neck, choking you, though perhaps... not as strongly as your boyfriend might have done. The demon panted raggedly as his hands squeezed slowly... choking you was turning him on even further. "That's it, my pretty little bitch," he muttered, watching your face turn red. Anti was beyond excited, but he took his time, his hands slowly releasing your throat. Watching you cough and gasp for air, he peered down at them.
What the fuck am I doing?
"Get up," he spat out, leaping to his feet. You scrambled to put your clothing back in order, but simply stared at your shredded top in disbelief. Scoffing, Anti threw his own shirt at you. "There, before you start to bitch about it. Now let's get the fuck out of here," he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and all but dragging you once you had his shirt on.
What the Hell was I just doing?
