Dragon's Gambit: Demon Unleashed Into the Multiverse!

Once we returned to the Capsule Corp house, Violet wasted no time lighting up a cigarette. 

Then, she threw herself onto the nearest couch with an audible sigh. "I think I need a break," she muttered, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled lazily toward the ceiling. 

Her violet hair was slightly disheveled, and her lingerie was about to fall over, but her bra held on strong.

"And maybe a good fuck..." she added, muttering with her voice just below a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow, pretending I hadn't heard. "What was that?" I asked, sitting beside her. 

She shifted, resting her head on my lap, the warmth of her cheek pressing against the fabric of my pants—right above my crotch.

Her sharp blue eyes locked with mine, a playful glint dancing in their depths. "Nothing," she said coyly, though her smirk betrayed her.

For the first time, I noticed the faint scent of violets lingering around her. The contrast between her tough demeanor and the delicate fragrance was... amusing.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just stared at each other, caught in a strange silence. 

My eyes traced the curves of her nearly naked body—her toned arms, her smooth thighs, the way her lingerie barely concealed her assets. Meanwhile, her gaze lingered on my face as if trying to read every thought running through my mind.

The air between us grew heavier. Mutual appreciation? Lust? Both? I wasn't sure anymore.

"You know," Violet broke the silence, exhaling the last of her cigarette smoke before tossing the butt carelessly onto the floor, "you're pretty tall for a guy your age."

I raised an eyebrow, more amused than anything. "How old do you think I am?" The question was half-joking, but deep down, it hit a nerve. 

I still didn't know much about the body I'd been reincarnated into.

Violet smirked lazily, her head tilting closer to my crotch. "Oh, don't play dumb with me," she teased. "I've read your file."

Her words made my stomach drop for a moment. What exactly was in that file?

She continued without pause. "Just turned 17, dead parents, joined the Red Ribbon Army for money—or at least that's the official story," she said, her voice softening slightly. 

"6'1, O-positive blood type, no remarkable talents, no family. I know all about you."

Her eyes fluttered shut briefly as she rested more heavily against my lap. "You know," she added, almost wistfully, "I'm just 24. It doesn't sound old but in the Red Ribbon Army? I might as well be ancient." 

She chuckled dryly. "Being 24 and alive is a privilege when you've been in that hellhole long enough. Most people my age are already retired—dead if I'm being honest."

Her voice grew quieter, almost nostalgic. "Sometimes I think I could pass as an old woman... but then again, there's a lot worse than being called old."

There was a pause before she opened her eyes again, meeting mine with a sly grin.

"I feel like I'm resting on a rocket," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. Her head shifted slightly, applying more pressure to my growing erection. "So... what are you going to do about it, big guy?"

For a second, I froze, my brain trying to process if she was actually saying what I thought she was. 

Her lips curved into a teasing smile, her confidence radiating. Violet wasn't just testing me—she was daring me.

"You're playing with fire," I muttered, my voice lower than I intended. It sounded more confident than I felt, but I wouldn't back down now.

"Maybe I like the heat," she shot back, her fingers brushing against my thigh. 

I leaned down slightly, close enough to smell the faint mix of cigarette smoke and her floral perfume. "You sure about this?" I asked, my tone steady but with a trace of curiosity.

Violet's blue eyes gleamed as her hand slid further up my leg, her nails lightly grazing through the fabric. "I don't do second guesses, Zaiko," she said, her voice silky smooth. "And from what I can feel, neither do you."

Her words sparked me, and whatever hesitation I had vanished. I placed a hand under her chin, gently lifting her face so her eyes met mine. The atmosphere between us thickened.

"Well," I murmured, my voice dropping to a near growl—how cringy of me—"I guess I owe you for saving my ass back in the Re Ribbon hallway."

Her laugh was soft, almost breathy. "Damn right, you do." And just like that, her lips found mine.

The kiss was anything but gentle. Violet's hunger was clear, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. 

I didn't need further encouragement. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto my lap as she straddled me, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

For the first kiss in my new body, it was sure a hell of a start. Her lips tasted faintly of tobacco, but underneath it was something sweeter—something unique to her. 

The world outside the house faded away as the heat between us built. Her hips shifted against me, a slow grind that sent my mind spiraling into places I'd never thought it would go.

"You've got some nerve," she whispered against my lips, her voice teasing yet breathless.

"You started this," I shot back, my hands exploring the curve of her back, her skin warm beneath my fingertips.

"And I'm going to finish it," she replied with a smirk.

Her hands slid under my shirt, her nails lightly scratching against my stomach as she pushed the fabric of my pants down.

I let her take control for a moment, watching as she bit her lip, her eyes darkened with desire. 

Then, without warning, I flipped her onto the couch, pinning her beneath me.

Her surprised gasp quickly turned into a grin. "Bold move," she said, arching an eyebrow.

"You like bold," I countered, leaning down to trail kisses along her neck, savoring how her body reacted to my touch. 

Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, leaving marks I didn't care about.

Violet's breathing hitched as I kissed my way down, her confident facade slipping just enough to reveal the vulnerability underneath. 

It made her even more intoxicating. Her lingerie was practically begging to be removed.

I reached for the clasp of her bra, pausing just long enough to meet her gaze. "Tell me to stop, and I will," I said, knowing full-on well I wouldn't; I couldn't.

Her answer came as a sharp tug on my scarf, pulling me down until our lips crashed together again. "Don't you dare stop," she growled, her voice commanding, returning to her colonel persona.

With that, I let go of the last shred of restraint. Her bra slipped away, and my lips followed, exploring every inch of her exposed nipples. 

Violet's moans filled the room, soft and breathy at first, then growing louder as I pushed her further, her body leaning into mine.

Her hands roamed freely, tracing the lines of my muscles under my shirt, her touch setting my skin on fire. 

"Fuck me up, big guy," Violet said, her voice full of teasing confidence and raw need. 

She leaned back against the couch, sliding her panties down her thighs to reveal her soaking pussy—glistening and ready, like a dam on the verge of breaking.

The sight alone sent a jolt straight through me. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I just stared, my pulse pounding in my ears. Violet's smirk grew as she caught my reaction.

"Cat got your tongue?" she teased, her voice thick with primal desire. Her fingers trailed over her inner thighs, drawing my attention like a magnet. "Or are you just trying to figure out where to start?"

Her words snapped me back to reality, and I grinned, leaning closer until our faces were just inches apart. "Oh, I know exactly where to start," I replied.

I slid my hands up her thighs. Her body responded immediately, her hips shifting toward me as if inviting me closer. 

I dipped my head, pressing a line of kisses along her stomach, her soft skin trembling under my lips.

"You talk a big game, Violet," I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "Let's see if you can keep up."

She chuckled, the sound turning into a soft gasp as I lowered myself further, my lips brushing against her inner thigh. Her scent was intoxicating.

My tongue flicked out, teasing her, and her sharp breath was all the encouragement I needed. 

I didn't hesitate as I began working her with precision, my tongue exploring every inch of her soaking wet pussy. 

Violet's hands moved to my hair, gripping tightly as her hips bucked against my face.

"Fuck," she moaned, her voice breaking slightly. "You're—ah—better than I expected."

I didn't reply—my actions spoke louder than words. Her taste was addictive, her body reacting to every movement as I alternated between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, teasing flicks. 

Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate as I pushed her closer to the edge.

Her thighs quivered around my head, and her grip on my hair tightened. "Don't stop," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so close."

I didn't plan to stop—not until she was a mess. I quickened my pace, adding enough pressure to push her over the edge. 

Violet cried out, her body arching as her orgasm hit, her legs trembling as waves of pleasure flooded through her.

When she finally came down, her chest was heaving, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. 

Her eyes met mine, still hazy with satisfaction. "Damn," she said, her voice weak but playful. "I might have underestimated you, Zaiko."

"Not bad, huh?" I teased, my voice smug as I gained confidence.

Violet's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at me. 

"Shut the fuck up," she muttered, her voice shaky but still dripping with sass. "I'm not done with you yet."

She reached for the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down in one swift motion to free my cock. 

Her eyes widened slightly as she took me in, her smirk returning almost immediately. "Holy fuck," she whispered, licking her lips. "You're going to ruin me with that, aren't you?"

I grinned, wrapping a hand around her jaw as I positioned myself over her. "That's the plan," I said, yet before I noticed, Violet had shifted positions with me; now she was riding me on top of me.

Violet trembled violently as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, her soaked pussy struggling to take me. 

Only a third of my cock was inside when she froze, her nails digging into my chest as she let out a shaky moan, drool dripping from her parted lips.

"Fuck, Zaiko," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "You're so... fucking girthy... it's like you're splitting me open."

Her pussy walls clenched around me as she took a deep breath, forcing herself to push lower. 

Inch by inch, she stretched to take me in, her eyes rolling back as she let out a raw moan. 

Finally, with one last push, she managed to impale herself fully, my 12-inch buried balls deep inside her.

The moment she bottomed out, Violet's entire demeanor shifted. Her nipples were rock-hard, her pussy was leaking uncontrollably, and her eyes were glazed over as she drooled uncontrollably. 

She looked lost—completely consumed by lust—as her trembling hands rested on my chest.

"Fuck," she slurred, her voice thick with desperation. "It's so deep... I can feel it in my stomach."

I smirked, gripping her hips firmly as I shifted us. With one fluid motion, I flipped her onto her back, pressing her legs against her chest as I positioned her in a mating press on the sofa. 

Her eyes met mine, wide and filled with pure, unfiltered lust; for a moment, I thought I saw hearths in her eyes. 

We just stared at each other, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Then, to my surprise, Violet smiled. A small, knowing grin. She nodded slightly, her hands reaching up to rest against my chest.

"Fuck me up," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

Without hesitation, I pulled back and thrust into her, my cock slamming into her with a wet, obscene sound. 

Violet let out a scream, her back arching as her nails raked down my arms. Her pussy clenched around me, gripping me tightly as I began moving, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

"Zaiko!" she moaned, her voice raw and desperate. "Yes! Fuck me! Don't stop!"

Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples brushing against my chest as I pounded into her relentlessly. 

Her moans turned into screams, her nails clawing at my back as her body writhed beneath me.

"You wanted this," I growled, gripping her thighs tightly as I drove into her harder. "So take it, Violet."

Her eyes rolled back, her face twisted with pure ecstasy as her pussy gushed around me. 

She was a fucking mess—sweat dripping down her flushed skin, her hair sticking to her face as she clung to me like her life depended on it.

"Zaiko... I'm... I'm gonna—fuck!" she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around me, soaking my cock and balls with her juices.

But I didn't stop.

I kept fucking her; her screams only fueled me to go rougher; I wasn't near the limits of what I could do. 

Her body shook violently, her screams turning into incoherent babbling as I pushed her past her limits. 

Finally, as the first light of dawn crept through the window, I felt her walls tighten around me again.

"I'm...I'm...I'm...cumming!" she cried, her voice breaking as she squirted all over me. 

Her body went rigid, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. I came hard, flooding her pussy with thick, hot cum.

Her body twitched beneath me as I filled her, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. 

When I finally pulled back, Violet was a wreck—her pussy dripping with my cum, her eyes half-lidded, and her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.

She looked up at me with a weak smile before her eyes fluttered shut, her body going limp as she passed out completely. 

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as I pulled out of her pussy, standing up from the soaked, ruined sofa, letting her rest among her juices.