Third Person's POV

But Ethan only answered with a low, evil chuckle against her ear.

"Who said I was done?"

His hands clamped onto her hips, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh there, as he began to move her and set her into a relentless, up-and-down rhythm, fucking up into her with deep, grinding thrusts that made her toes curl.

"Girl, you are mine to fuck until I say you are spent."

The silent night stretched, and night mage guards posted by the Enforcement Elder Solomon to spot any suspicious activity on the orders of that ancient, bloody skull remained totally oblivious to the dark things happening under their very noses.

They were now deep in drunken slumber as their merrymaking had faded with the sinking of the Bloody Moon, while a boy was breaking every rule.

He had not only intruded into a girl's room but was now fucking her senseless within it, when it had been explicitly stated that even leaving one's chamber was forbidden.

The lewd and wet sounds of their union, the frantic slaps of flesh, her gasping cries, and his low guttural groans were swallowed by the thick walls and the dawn's approach.

Ethan continued to fuck her all night, with her having no idea when she passed out.

And as the first bright rays of the sun finally pierced the horizon, the symphony of their passion had already ceased, and the room was enveloped in silence.

Lucy's room was now thick with the musky, intimate scent of sex and their combined juices.

As for Ethan, he sat naked in a chair by the window and basked in the rising sunlight, while the young demon girl lay utterly passed out on the disheveled bed.

The sheets seemed to have become a lewd battlefield and were sticky and smelly.

It was stained with the evidence of their long night and dirty yellowish patches of his dried cum mingled with the darker spots of her virgin blood and the sheer volume of her own juices.

Her beautiful, blonde hair was a portrait of decadent ruin as her once pristine white body was now a canvas of red marks and dark purple bruises.

They ranged from the bite marks on her pink, pebbled nipples to the handprints around her slender waist and neck, to the vivid handprints of his palm on the plump flesh of her ass.

Between her legs was the most juicy sight, the neat thatch of blonde curls covering her pussy was matted and stiff with the dried traces of his seed.

As for her pussy itself, it had become very puffy and swollen to a pronounced degree, with its delicate pink lips being flushed into a deep rose red.

It was now slightly parted and was different from its earlier tight slit shape, giving a clear testament as to how it had been filled and fucked again and again by his dick throughout her first night.

She had been violated and taken from every position and every way, ranging from loving to humiliating, and all that without a shred of mercy from the man sitting on the stone chair currently.

Finally, Ethan turned his gaze from the sun to the sleeping girl, and approaching the bed, he placed a hand on her stomach.

Concentrating his mind and mana, he summoned his icy mana, and in the next moment, ripples of pale, light-blue ice elementals flowed from his palm and washed over her entire body in a gentle wave.

It soon expanded and covered the entire bed in its soft, frosty glow.

In the next second, every bit of their lewd aftermath, from the wet cum patches, the sticky smears, to the dried, crusted stains of their mixed arousal crystallised into fine, sparkling crystals of ice.

The sensation of sudden cold made her stir, and her eyes fluttered open, only to widen in dumbfounded awe at the profound, mesmerising scene covering her.

All their filth transformed into something glimmering and ethereal as it coated everything in a blanket of frozen light.

As she watched while being speechless, Ethan raised his other hand and a sphere of pure, devouring darkness concentrated in his palm.

With a subtle pull, the sphere acted like a vacuum and formed a miniature black hole.

Every last particle of the icy powder and every trace of their sweat, their sex, and their spent passion was violently yet silently pulled from the material realm and was drawn into the swirling vortex of shadow.

It vanished completely and left the sheets clean, the air fresh, and her skin bare of any stain and sign of their shared activity, barring the pink marks and purple bruises that he couldn't remove as he wasn't a healer.

The connection to the distant shadow realm lingering behind the dark sphere in his palm was severed, and the dark sphere dissipated.

This was one of the new, magical spells he had been taught by his Master Nyx during the two years he had spent with her on her mountaineous abode and the little duchess's castle, though he had lacked the finesse to use it until now.

He had tried it after such a long time, and it had surprisingly worked.

Doing this for the first time, he realised that this spell was the perfect crime scene cleaner and only left the memory of their deed and the marks on her body behind.

"W-Wow!! How did you do that, Brother Eryndor?"

Lucy's voice was a bright, airy chime and brimmed with an innocent wonder.

She sat up in a swift, graceful motion and braced her weight on her hands behind her, which thrust her chest forward.

She seemed to have forgotten that she was currently naked, and that pose of hers was unintentionally perfect in his eyes.

She was arching her back and making the full, heavy rounds of her beautiful, bare breasts, seemingly inviting him to do something bad.

The morning sunlight caught the soft curves of her body and highlighted their plush shapes.