Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine

Ophis dragged Leo to the roof with dangerously sparkling eyes. As they arrived at the same freaking rooftop, he noticed the heavy chain draped across the door... it was locked again for some reason!

Leo, though surprised, tried to play it cool. "See, it’s locked, we don’t need—" Before he could finish, Ophis snapped her fingers.

The lock flickered with tiny red particles before snapping open and dropping to the ground with a metallic clatter.

No key... no fuss!

Leo blankly stared at the lock. He wanted to comment, but he shut his mouth.

Ophis led him to the roof, slipping inside first and spinning around to lock the door behind them. She pressed her back against the door, eyes burning into him... curious, fierce, and a little wild, a look Leo had never seen before on her face.

’W-What’s going on here? Is she going to—’

"I want your blood!~"

"Oh?" Leo blinked... Then, realising his mind had already wandered somewhere filthy, he slapped himself lightly on the cheek, "Damn, I was really overthinking...!" He grumbled to himself, cursing those damn rumours the guys had shared earlier.

Still, he tried to regain composure, "You know, you could have just told me before dragging me up here..." He leaned a little closer, "It wouldn’t have killed you to say what you really wanted."

Under his breath, he muttered quietly, "I almost thought she was going to do something else..."

The words were barely a whisper, but Ophis’s sharp ears caught every syllable. Her lips curled into a sly smirk. Then she took a step closer, "Come on, I’m starving~"

Leo couldn’t help but smile at her, "Even though you just ate enough to feed a whole class?"

Ophis shrugged, pressing a little closer, "That’s just food. My real meal is you~" She winked at him... an attempt at seductive, but to Leo it was almost childish, it just made him want to laugh.

He shook his head, hands working at his shirt buttons, "Alright, but you better make it quick... the game’s about to start in fifteen minutes."

Ophis’s smile grew sly. She beckoned him with a crook of her finger, then put a palm to his hips and gently pushed him backwards. Leo stumbled, landing on the rooftop floor with a soft thud, the sun-warmed concrete searing his skin through his clothes.

He winced, hissing as his butt hit the hot surface. "Shit, that’s hot..."

He glanced at the sun glaring down from above, then back at Ophis. "Wait... why isn’t the sun hurting you?" His tone was genuinely curious now.

He distinctly remembered how she’d flinched when exposed to UV light before.

Ophis, about to straddle his lap, paused, annoyance flashing across her face. "You really know how to kill the mood, Leo!" she snorted.

"It was just the first time I was directly exposed to that kind of light. It hurt, yeah, but after that, my body adapted." She shrugged, brushing stray hair from her eyes, "Now I barely feel it."

Leo hummed, impressed... Ophis nestled comfortably in his lap, her face lowering until her lips hovered just above his neck. She let out a soft, deliberate exhale, her fangs extending in the shadow between them, eyes locking with his as she whispered, "Ready?"

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Before he could answer, she plunged her fangs into his neck, hot breath fanning over his skin, her body pressing flush against his. Ophis drank greedily, her arms sliding around his shoulders as she moaned,

"Hmm~" into his flesh, the sound vibrating straight through him.

Leo’s hands slipped instinctively to her hips, gripping tight as her weight shifted, his fingers tracing over her curves. The heat from the sun and the heat from her body mixed, leaving him almost dizzy.

His pulse thundered, every muscle taut as he fought to keep still—her scent, her skin, the slide of her thighs around his waist were almost too much.

Damn, this brat always puts him on the spot!!

The tension was hot and dangerous!

He was already teased by two beauties before, and now this... fuck, something was getting really hard!!

Ophis, who was drinking his blood, slyly glanced at him, catching the faint, pleasure-drunk look on his face.

Her hand moved for the first time, sliding softly across his body in a way that sent a wild, electric shiver racing down his spine. Her fingers caressed his chest, trailing lower, teasing his skin with soft, hot circles.

Every touch was dangerous, sensual, almost hypnotic.

"O-Ophis?" he muttered with a hoarse voice, feeling her roaming hands explore his chest, his sides, even sliding dangerously close to his hips.

Her hands didn’t stop... she kept moving, slow and seductive, pressing her palm against his bare skin.

All the while, her mouth stayed latched to his neck, sucking deeply, drawing long, greedy pulls of his blood with every roll of her tongue.

Leo’s face was burning red, his breath quickening until it was all he could hear... heavy, misty, each exhale laced with a desperate need.

His eyes started to flutter, vision turning hazy, the whole world dissolving around him except for Ophis, hot and hungry on his lap, drinking from him like he was her only source of life.

’W-Why does it feel so hot? Why am I so sensitive?’ he thought, mind slipping further into a dizzy, muddy haze.

It felt like he was being set on fire from the inside, caught on the edge of something wild and forbidden, pleasure spiking higher and higher.

Ophis finally pulled away, parting her lips from his neck. Blood dripped down her chin, her mouth shiny and red, eyes half-lidded and dreamy. She looked up at him—her face sexy, flushed, and a little dangerous. In the blur of his dizzy vision, Ophis seemed both real and unreal, almost like a hallucination, an illusion conjured from his deepest, most desperate desires.

"Leo~" she purred, her voice sultry. She licked her lips, tongue catching the drops of his blood, before leaning closer.

"Do you not like my body~?" she whispered, the words slithering into his ears, each word making him tremble.

Leo’s whole body was shaking, "W-What are you talking about?" he managed, but even as he spoke, her hands were everywhere... rubbing his chest, squeezing his arms, sliding down his stomach, making every nerve spark with desperate need.

She bent down, brushing her lips against his cheek, her breath hot and sweet. "Tell me... Am I not lovely enough to receive your love~?" Her whisper was like silk, seductive and deadly!!

She took his hand and placed it on her chest, right over her heart. Leo flinched, feeling the soft, yielding warmth beneath his palm, his fingers sinking into her small softness.

"O-Ophi—" he tried to say, but her grip tightened, guiding his touch, forcing him to feel every curve and every beat of her heart.

"Or..." she whispered, her tone growing sly, her eyes beginning to glow a deep, impossible red, "Did you not see me truly~?" The world shimmered around him, her face becoming both familiar and strange, her lips curving in a wicked, sexy smile.

"H-Huh? What are you talking about?" His words came out slurred, mind heavy with pleasure and confusion. Then, with a blink, everything shifted—suddenly, a breathtaking, voluptuous woman was straddling his lap, her body nearly as tall and curvaceous as Raphael, with full, heavy breasts barely restrained by the thin, clingy fabric clinging to her.

Her skin was flushed, her eyes burning, and every inch of her was hot, sexy, and inviting.

Leo gulped, his throat dry, his hands instinctively squeezing, pressing deeper into her plush breasts. The sensation was overwhelming.... softness, heat, the subtle bounce beneath his grip. His breath turned ragged, hips pushing up helplessly beneath her.

Who was this woman?

Where was Ophis?

Why did her scent, her touch, feel so achingly familiar?

"Leo~ My Little Boy~" The mature woman’s voice was pure lust, dripping with longing and hunger.

She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into his face, smothering him in heat and soft, rosy-scented skin.

Leo’s head spun, his hands greedily kneading her breasts, rubbing over her nipples through the thin fabric.

"Ahh~"

A high, sweet moan escaped her, snapping something inside him.

All reason was gone—he pushed her down, body pinning hers to the hot concrete.

He buried his face in her breasts, inhaling deeply, tongue flicking out to taste her skin, desperate to drown in her. The smell of roses, the slick heat of her skin, the feeling of her thighs squeezing around him... nothing else mattered.

His only thought, throbbing in his head, was to fuck this woman, to take her, to lose himself completely.

He was about to devour her, mouth open and hungry, when—

Thud!

Something struck his neck.

His body jerked, and everything went black in an instant. He slurred, "M-My boobs..." reaching out blindly, trying to grasp what was slipping away as darkness swallowed him.

The last thing he saw was those perfect breasts slipping away from his grasp.

Then, suddenly, harsh sunlight burned his eyelids. His eyes snapped open,

"Look who decided to wake up,"

Hearing that voice, he tilted his head and saw... Ophis was above him, letting him use her lap as a pillow. Sunlight filtered through her hair, catching on her cheek as she looked down at him, concern and a strange softness in her gaze.

"What happened?" he asked, still half-lost in the haze of what felt like an impossible dream.

Ophis awkwardly chuckled, "Hah... looks like I took too much of your blood... You lost your consciousness. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to go that far." Guilt shimmered in her eyes as she looked away, biting her lower lip.

"Lost consciousness? What about the woman?" Leo sat up suddenly, eyes darting around, searching the empty rooftop for that mysterious, sexy woman who had been in his arms, on his lap, just moments ago.

Ophis blinked, genuinely puzzled. "Woman? What are you talking about? You’ve been lying there for almost ten minutes... I didn’t see anyone else up here."

Hearing that, Leo’s expression twisted.

’Fuck! Am I really that desperate now? Am I so messed up that I’m just hallucinating about screwing strangers? What the hell is wrong with me?’

He groaned, fingers digging into his scalp.

He couldn’t believe it... he was turning into a monster at this rate.

This was the third time he’d had this kind of dream. Who knew what he might do in real life if he kept losing control?

Messed up.

He had to get himself together.

Ophis shook her head, disappointed, pouting a little as she watched him. "What? Now women are showing up in your dreams and doing naughty things to you?" she teased.

Leo coughed, "I-it’s just a dream—" He cut himself off, eyes widening in sudden panic as he glanced at his watch.

"Wait... ten minutes? Then—" His heart hammered. He barely had two minutes left before the race started.

"Shit! The game is about to start, let’s go!" He scrambled to his feet, still dizzy, and ready to bolt, but Ophis suddenly caught his wrist in a gentle but firm grip.

"What?" Leo asked, a little out of breath, his urgency warring with the strange fluttering in his chest.

Ophis’s cheeks burned bright red. She stared at the ground, twisting a lock of hair between her fingers, her voice barely above a whisper. "The woman you were talking about... was she beautiful?" she asked, shy and uncertain.

Leo blinked at her, "Yeah...?" he answered.

Ophis’s shoulders trembled as she laughed, her lips curling into a wicked, cheeky smile. She lifted her chin,

"Then you’ll never get her if you act like a pussy~"

Her words came out with a haughty, teasing tone. She hopped to her feet and skipped away, glancing back at him with a look that was both mischievous and proud.

Leo stared after her, "What the heck was that?"

From the stairs, her voice floated up, sweet and sing-song, "You’re getting late for the competition~!"

Leo heard the laughter in her tone—more joyful than he’d ever heard before, like she was genuinely, wildly happy.

He bolted for the stairs, legs barely steady, shouting after her, "Wait for me!!" chasing the happiest girl in the world... Ophis.