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Stelle should have known.
She actually did know from the start, but she still went with it regardless. As to why? She couldn’t help it. Being with an immortal, invincible suicidal man eternally toeing the line between sanity and being mara-struck, who was also hell-bent on killing one of her best friends? What’s not to love?
It was certainly a strange dynamic. As cold as Blade seemed on the outside, he did seem to genuinely care about her, even if it was very hard to tell. Their personalities seemed to clash at first – a cold, emotionless person who was the very definition of edginess, versus a bubbly and silly girl with a strange fondness for trash cans. And yet, somehow, by sheer miracle, they made it work.
And then there was the problem of the mara.
Kafka did what she could to suppress Blade’s mara every time it was about to flare up, but it was inevitable that he would break eventually. Mara-struck Blade was almost unrecognizable. His moves became uncalculated and his thirst for blood, especially the blood of a specific person, was endless. The only way to stop it was for Kafka to suppress his memories, and in the process, the procedure often affected his memories related to Stelle. And even then, the procedure couldn’t be done immediately due to how risky it would be to face a recently mara-struck Blade headfirst – a task that even found Kafka scratching her head sometimes when SAM wasn’t available.
But miraculously, Stelle had done it once again and devised a plan that would make him less bloodthirsty.
There was just one small problem. A tiny one.
Stelle was taking a stroll around Belobog before she felt someone put their hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Blade, his appearance clearly showing he was having another episode. Without saying a word or a moment of hesitation, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into a nearby alleyway. As soon as the coast was clear, he pinned her to a wall.
“B-Blade…” Stelle panted, already out of breath. “Y… You’re mara-struck, aren’t you…?”
He didn’t even nod or say anything in response, instead opting to rip away whatever clothing she was wearing. He then pinned her to the icy floor, and without any sort of warning, with no foreplay whatsoever, he pulled his pants down and stuffed his cock into Stelle’s pussy, and began to thrust in and out as fast as he could.
Stelle couldn’t even say a single word, with whatever sounds she managed to make now reduced to incoherent stammering. It was hard to tell if whatever she was feeling right now was pain or pleasure. It was hard to think about anything at all. It was all a blur to her, her thought processes completely halted by Blade fucking her relentlessly. Time seemed like an otherworldly concept now. How long had it been since he started ramming into her with his dick? 5 minutes? 6 hours? An entire Amber Era? She couldn’t tell anymore.
Some time passed. Stelle wondered if she was liking this now. Maybe she was. Her stammering that sounded like cries of help slowly morphed into similarly incoherent moans that instead conveyed the message of pleasure. A part of her didn’t want him to stop, wanting to feel more of his cock rubbing against her insides. Soon enough, her moans became more and more coherent, forming the name of the person who was fucking her.
“B… Bl… Blade… B-Blade~ Blade… Don’t…”
She then hit her limit. She screamed, feeling pleasure hit her like a truck. But Blade didn’t stop. He continued to ram into her, and she had no time to recover. She would quickly hit her second orgasm.
Then her third.
Finally, on the fourth orgasm, Blade came, releasing ropes of his cum straight into her pussy, accompanied by him letting out a loud, guttural moan with no regard for any potential eavesdroppers. But he wasn’t done yet. Far from it. He still…
Out of the corner of her eye, Stelle noticed a familiar figure in the distance. She blinked, and the next moment, Kafka was dragging Blade away, presumably having already done her magic. She did not comment on what just happened, though her face did show a hint of disgust.
Stelle continued to lie on the cold stone pavement, out of breath and completely naked, her clothing now in tatters. She was too exhausted to do anything, her mind still slow to process what had happened. She wasn’t sure if she liked how this went out, but at least she helped him with his mara. Somewhat.
With great effort, she took her phone out and left a message in the Astral Express group chat before promptly passing out.