Viktor Defender

In the eyes of the spirit realm’s cruel warden, you had so much potential. And Thresh always had a taste for the finer things, things with potential and endless opportunity, things that were shapable to his every desire and ill thought. It was not a mere passion of his, but an obsession. 

But you... Oh, you were more than he could have ever imagined. You were an angel to him, something he observed to be pure of heart, full of happiness and light. You were blessed. And blessed souls were the souls that had fulfilling lives, full of happiness and endearing memories, the ones who would be led down the path of nirvana. Sweet paradise...

How disgusted it made the spirit of obsession, how bitter a taste it was on his tongue. Paradise and nirvana... More like a privilege in Thresh's eyes. Something his poor, lost souls could never attain...

But, fear not, little soul. Even you who are as blessed as the moon's light could still find comfort inside his lantern...

Unlike the occasional mistakes he’s made as a father to all his spirits, Thresh was positive you wouldn’t be one of them... And he would perfectly manipulate you right into his loving arms.

Thresh pinned your half-naked figure down by the neck, against the plush and cloud-like cushioning, leering over your beautiful, untouched form. Your back was facing him, allowing him the perfect, view of your vulnerable, bare skin, as well as every deliciously feminine curve that outlined your figure.

The demon's large, tendril-like fingers pinning you by the nape of your neck began to slowly rub your bare skin, stopping just above your posterior. The slight scraping of his nails against your back sent shivers down your spine, Thresh admiring how sensitive to the touch you were.

He began to rub your hip, the massive being propping himself up behind you.

"You're gorgeous..." He praised you.

You were barely able to feel his wispy breath against the side of your face, but it was enough to leave you desperate and longing for him to panegyrize and admire you even more.

He yanked your body to turn the other way, your arms instinctively moving up to cover your bare breasts, only for him to stop you.

His sadistic and devilish eyes lured you right in, causing you to drop your arms, one hand against your collarbone, the other sprawled out beside you.

Thresh dragged his nail against your jawline, craning his neck forward to lean in, meeting you face to face.

"Tell me you like it here..." He brushed his lips against your chin.

"I like it here..." You responded shortly thereafter.

Your cheeks were flushed a perfect pink, edging him on.

"And... tell me you want to stay here with me..."

He was half shocked to hear himself request for you to say that, but even more so when you brought a hand up to tenderly caress his cheek, your lithe fingers brushing deep purple locks past his pointed ears.

"...I want to stay here with you..."

You beamed at him, the spirit sinking into your light-hearted touch. No matter how hard the spirit tried to study your face for any signs of imperfections or fear, your steady composure and certainty to remain by his side... Almost frightened himself.

"You... are the most peculiar soul I have ever come across." He commented, his ears ringing happily with your authentic laughter.

"I would hope that's a good thing, Spirit..."

Your lips barely grazed against his own, Thresh shutting his eyes.

And... For the first time in a long time, the sadistic spirit of obsession smiled.

"Perhaps not all bad... Though, I do find your purity... Enticing."

You were everything and more, pulling him along to the brink of insanity with your gentle smiles and loving grasp.

All that he wanted, everything he couldn’t have, sprawled out perfectly before him. Yet... Beneath him, he envisioned you so beautifully terrified. Scared underneath his hold, his scornful eyes taunting you. The gentle whisper of words making him wonder... What to do with you...

He chuckled, tapping his nail against his cheek.

How can he think such salacious thoughts about a soul? What in his right mind was torturing him to think so lasciviously?

How horrible was he for wanting you already? To ravage that purity and uncertainty, tainting you and your chances of ever attaining that sickening paradise.

He gnawed away at his own thoughts and temptations to just fuck you right now, making you scream and purr out his name every time he slammed into you..! Would you say his name? Or perhaps something more unexpected? Oh, Thresh certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to call him father if you wished...

"It's insatiable... My hunger. At the same time I cannot find myself wishing to consume you. It's as if you're... Lacking something vital."

Such a statement left you uneasy, Thresh reeling in his own thoughts right before you. It left you to wonder... What was on his mind?

You could only watch in the brevity of it all, torturously observing how Thresh's mind swirled with ideas, his facial expressions contorting into unreadable states that left you wondering what ideas he was conjuring up.

And the longer you reeled...

The more terrified you felt beneath his sadistic stare.

It was as if you were becoming more aware of the impending doom that was beginning to unfold and reveal it's truth right before your eyes.

"Maybe... We should... Stop and have a meal then..." You shakily suggested, the demon grabbed at your chin to shut you up. He could feel the slight tremble of your breath and the way your eyes dilated as soon as he grabbed you.

And oh how he loved it...

There it was! The sweet, beautiful fear upon his little soul's face was the secret sauce!

"Ah ah ah~ Don't try take back your words now, we're just getting started." Thresh spoke lowly, barely suppressing the maniacal giggles by gnawing his fanged teeth into his index finger.

However, when you began to squirm underneath his confines, he shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry, little one... I'll be gentle..."

He would make sure he would be the only man that would ever get to touch you and hold you so intensely, so much so that you would be sublimely meek and eager to meet his tender-loving cruelty.

Because you were a white lily ensnared in the cold hands of the devil himself... and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you go.