Ivy Bathory

[30] : Suck them.

"The toxic air of Hell oddly reminds me of her..."

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A/N : So yeah. Im kinda having some issues with myself. I have this constant odd disturbance in my head. And I think its a headache or something ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)

Anyway. This chapter may not have come out how I wanted it to, but I hope you ignore that. I mean, its just a little insignificant smut

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Lol. Enjoy my little horny bugs!!(˘❥˘)

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Third person's POV

He couldn't back out now. They both knew it. Kent swallowed hard as another wave of pleasure rocked through him. Ivy turned her hooded eyes to him, a look of satisfaction twisting into the abyss of her eyes. She smiled and wrapped her tiny fingers around his, tugging him as she turned to guide him up the stairs.

"Let's go to my room."

He nearly tripped. "W-What?!"

She pulled him, rushing up. "My room." She repeated.

Her room. The words replayed in his mind like a broken record. He was going into Ivy Bathory's room. His heart thumped erratically in his chest as he stumbled after her in the halls, his hands leaning on the walls so he can himself from the shock. Something about the notion made him even more excited, terrified and dreadful of his decision. Once he'd been so afraid of stepping foot in this house, now he couldn't help but praise himself for taking the risk.

She'll lure you with her enticing beauty, Kent. Then she'll clasp her claws around your neck.

The cautious voice in his mind warned. He knew that. This was dangerous. This was wrong. This was damn forbidden and hell this would ruin him. But this was a chaos he couldn't help but drown into.

Ivy pulled him, rounding another sharp corner. Kent realized he'd lost track of how they'd gotten here. Which part of the house was this? It didn't matter, the boner in his shorts didn't even let him think into the possibility that this could be a trap. She could thrust him into her basement and lock him up in there.

She could tie us up and fuck us there.

Now that was his uncontrolled side. He gulped at the thought, chasing it away just as Ivy came to a halt. They stood before a white wooden door, their breathes coming out slightly heavy. Anticipation bubbled in the boy's chest as he watched her hand come into contact with the knob. She turned it and slowly opened the door, tugging him along into the room.

Into her chambers.

His breathe slowed as his eyes took in the interior, taking in everything like his very life depended on it. The room was huge, wide and definitely bigger than the living room of his house. The king sized bed, stood out the most, nestled in the middle of one of the walls with two wide windows beside it that managed to pour as much sunlight in the room as they could. The floor beneath his feet was marbled, and obsidian ashy black, the sheets on the bed a heavy dark gray and white. Over ten fluffy pillows were placed against the headrest. Above the bed was a dull abstract portrait of a woman's face. A beautiful face that faded into the wind, wilting away like chalk dust.

There was a slightly open door that led to something that might be her dress up room of the sort, he knew because his eyes matched on a various cloth racks and shoes and even a dressing mirror with it lights on. There was also the balcony, which he admitted took his breath away. The scenery of the quiet neighborhood up close, and the distant houses that touched the bright blue sky. It looked so amazing and comforting. Something one would like to wake up to each morning.