Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 1905 The Ensnared Dragon

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

A shocking scene unfolded amidst the mystic route of the dream realm, as the desperate Deviant Devil clung to the fleeing Elder Anesthesia dragon, they flew through the mysteries of the dream realm struggling with each other.

With its strong legs warped around the dragonʼs torso, the Deviant Devil was suspended in mid-air its form twisted and contorted trying to mount on the dragonʼs back in a grotesque display of dominance. The Dragon struggled against the Devil with its all but then, a deep, euphoric moan escaped the Devilʼs lips, echoing through the dream realm with a sinister allure, ”Ah~”

The sound reverberated through the Dragonʼs very being, sending shivers down its spine and stirring a primal fear within its soul. Never before had it encountered such a perverse display of pleasure amidst a struggle. The dragonʼs movements faltered, momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected sensation coursing through its veins.

In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, the Deviant Devil seized the opportunity to tighten its grip, its malevolent intent clear in its twisted grin. With a surge of dark energy, it propelled itself on the back of the dragon, mounting it.

As the Deviant Devil mounted it, the Dragon let out a roar filled with rage and desperation. Its desperation only grew as a rapturous groan escaped the enthralled Deviant Devilʼs lips once again.

For some unknown reason, listening to the moans of the Devil the Dragon felt a foreshadowing of a darkness that lurked within the heart of the Devil, yet to truly reveal itself. In its anguished, the Dragon threatened the Devil, ”You freak, how dare you mount my back. Unless you wanted to be forever lost in the mysteries of the dream realm, get off me this instant.”

”You still donʼt get it, do you? My 76th awakened form is more adept in dream arts than you can ever dream of, though it does not have innate abilities like you it can easily navigate through the mysteries of the dream realm and return to my body,” the Devil revealed.

The dragon wasnʼt oblivious to the Devilʼs 76th awakened form; rather, its mind teetered on the brink of madness, consumed by the Devilʼs erratic conduct. Desperation fueled its every move, as it strained against the relentless grip of its tormentor. Every ounce of strength was devoted to dislodging the Devil from its back, every sinew stretched to its limit in a frantic bid for freedom. Yet, with each passing moment, the dragonʼs resolve wavered, its once-proud spirit eclipsed by the overwhelming onslaught of chaos and despair unleashed by the Devilʼs indecent behavior. Hence, in desperation, it was trying everything to get the Devil off its back. Even if it was something as pointless as making empty threats.

As the Devil clung to the Dragonʼs back, its strong hands coiled tightly around the dragonʼs neck, a sudden shift in demeanor caught the dragon off guard. With startling intensity, the Devil enveloped the dragon in a powerful and unyielding embrace from behind. The unexpectedness of the embrace sent a shockwave of fear rippling through the dragonʼs very essence.

Feeling the Devilʼs embrace, the dragonʼs instincts screamed in terror, its heart pounding in its chest. The sensation of the Devilʼs hot breath against its neck sent a shiver down the dragonʼs spine, chilling it to the core. At that moment, fear consumed the dragonʼs every thought and movement, paralyzing it with a bone-deep sense of dread. Despite its formidable strength, the dragon found itself vulnerable in the grip of the Devilʼs embrace, uncertain of what horrors lay ahead.

”What are you doing?” the Dragon asked the devil in a low murmur, its voice trembling with fear and shock. Uncertainty gripped its heart as it awaited the Devilʼs response, unsure of what dark intentions lurked behind its actions.

”Hush, I am trying something,” the Devil whispered in the Dragonʼs ears, its voice a sinister murmur that sent shivers down the dragonʼs spine. Then it rubbed its twisted body against the Dragonʼs scaled back, and its grip tightened, its legs squeezing the dragonʼs torso and its arms almost choking its neck.

At first, the Devilʼs movements were gentle and slow, almost caressing in nature. But then, as if possessed by a dark force, its rhythm shifted, becoming increasingly vigorous and violent. The devilʼs breath grew ragged as it persisted in its indecent actions. Each exhale carried a hint of satisfaction, sending a chill down the dragonʼs spine. With every moment, the darkness within the devil seemed to intensify, casting a shadow over the dragonʼs fate.

ʼNo, he isnʼt,ʼ the Dragon retorted aloud in its mind, summoning a surge of courage to confront the intense fear coursing through its veins in response to the Devilʼs indecent actions. Despite the shock and disbelief gripping its heart, the Dragonʼs keen instincts began to piece together the unsettling truth unfolding before it.

It didnʼt take long for the Dragon to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Yet, even as it grappled with the reality of the Devilʼs actions, a sense of disbelief lingered in its mind. How could something so vile and reprehensible be happening to it? Especially at the hands of the Deviant Devil, a creature it had once regarded with disdain and arrogance.

In this moment of vulnerability, the Dragonʼs perception shifted. No longer did it view itself as an invincible force of nature, but rather, it saw itself as a victim of circumstance. The weight of that realization settled heavily upon its shoulders, as the ordeal unfolded. the Dragon found itself grappling with the harsh reality of the humiliation, pain, and suffering, it had never felt before.

Frozen in its mental struggle, the Dragon grappled with the horrifying realization of what the Deviant Devil was inflicting upon it. Despite its immense strength, the Dragon found itself powerless to halt the Devilʼs relentless assault.

Meanwhile, the Devil continued to relentlessly hump the Dragon, vigorously humping it from behind in a disturbing display of lust and crazy. Unaware of the sleep aura passively emanating from the Dragonʼs spiritual body as a countermeasure to the damage the Devil was inflicting on the Dragon, fed the Devilʼs addiction giving it a sense of satisfaction. As the sleep aura enveloped the Dragon, it found a fleeting sense of satisfaction amidst the chaos, unaware of the true source of its comfort.

In its twisted perception, the Devil interpreted its humping of the Dragon as pleasure, feeding its satisfaction and driving it to further depravity. The Devil, blinded by its own depraved desires, misconstrued this satisfaction as validation of its indecent actions, further entrenching itself in its delusion. Amidst the Devilʼs pleasure-filled and satisfied moans, the Dragon remained ensnared in a strong grip, its mentality obscured from reality shocked by the Devilʼs twisted perception of pleasure.