#accendio

As Liz unlocked the final chain, you immediately noticed the differences between her and Rei. Where Rei was calculated and controlled, Liz exuded a wild, unpredictable energy. Her hair was a wild mess of dark waves, and her makeup was bold and dramatic—sharp eyeliner and deep red lips that seemed to dare you to look away.

Despite her intimidating appearance, there was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes as she studied you. "Come on," she said impatiently, tugging on your arm to help you up. "You look like you're about to keel over. Let's get some food in you." Liz led you out of the cell and into a dimly lit hallway. The walls were adorned with dark tapestries and eerie artwork that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. "So," she said over her shoulder, "what's your deal? You're not from around here, are you?"

You shook your head and followed Liz down the hallway. "No, I'm not. I'm a fan of IVE," you admitted hesitantly, unsure of how she would react. Liz stopped abruptly and turned to face you, raising an eyebrow. "IVE?" she repeated, a smirk playing on her lips. "As in the goody-two-shoes version?" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let me guess—you thought you'd stumble into a magical world and live out your fantasies with them?" Liz's sharp, mirthless laughter echoed through the hallway. "Oh, sweetheart, You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." She grabbed your arm again, pulling you along more roughly this time. "But don't worry. I'll show you the real fun side of things around here."

Liz dragged you into a dimly lit room, and the door slammed shut behind you with an ominous thud. She pushed you roughly onto a plush chaise lounge in the center of the room. Before you could react, she produced a pair of ornate handcuffs and locked your wrists together above your head. "Now," she purred, her eyes raking over your bound form, "let's get you out of these clothes. They're so boring." Liz began to undress you slowly, her movements deliberate and teasing. She started with your shirt, pulling it off and tossing it carelessly aside. Her fingers traced the contours of your chest, her nails scraping lightly against your skin. "You know," she murmured, leaning in close, "I've always wondered what it would be like to corrupt one of those pure little IVE fans." Her lips brushed against your ear as she whispered, "And now I get to find out."

Liz paused in her ministrations, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she heard your desperate plea. "Rei, huh?" she said thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her chin. "So the queen bee already had her fun with you, did she?" Liz's eyes glittered with amusement and a hint of jealousy. "Well, well. Looks like I'm not the only one with a taste for forbidden fruit around here."

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not about to let Rei have all the fun." Liz's hands continued to explore your body, igniting sparks of unwanted desire. "In fact," she purred, "I think it's time we showed you just how much darker things can get in this world."

Despite your protests and struggles against the restraints, Liz pressed on, determined to claim you for herself and assert her dominance over Rei.

She smirked at your futile struggles, finding that your resistance only served to excite her more. She trailed her lips down your chest, pausing to nip and suck your skin until it was marked with her passion.

Her hands quickly removed your remaining clothing, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath her. Liz took a moment to admire the view, her eyes dark with hunger. Without warning, she descended upon you, taking your hardening length into her mouth.

She worked you with expert skill, her tongue swirling and teasing as she sucked deeply. One hand gripped the base of your shaft, and the other gently massaged your balls. Liz's head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm, determined to drive you wild with pleasure.

Your hands clenched into fists above your head as you struggled with the desire to push her away and the overwhelming urge to pull her closer. Liz sensed your internal struggle and redoubled her efforts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

As you neared your climax, Liz suddenly pulled back, releasing you from her mouth. She crawled up your body and pressed her lips against your ear, whispering, "You know, we're so much better than that boring, good-girl version of IVE. We embrace our desires, our darkness."

She wrapped her hand around your shaft and pumped slowly. "Think about it. Those sweet little angels could never satisfy you like we can. We'll show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. Just give in to us. Let us corrupt you completely. You'll never want to go back."

She kissed you deeply, her tongue invading your mouth possessively. As she broke the kiss, she smirked down at you. "Now, are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?" Her hand tightened around you threateningly.

Her smirk widened into a triumphant grin as you nodded in submission. "Good boy," she purred, squeezing your hand in approval. "I'm glad you're finally seeing things our way."

She leaned in close, brushing her lips against your ear, and whispered, "Just so you know, I'm not just some twisted version of Liz. I am Liz — the real, unfiltered me. The one who's always been hiding beneath the surface, waiting to break free." Liz's tongue flicked out and traced the shell of your ear teasingly. "Now that you've met me," she continued, her voice dripping with dark promise, "there's no going back. You're mine now, to play with and corrupt as I see fit." With that declaration, Liz sealed her lips over yours in a searing kiss, plunging you into a world of sin and pleasure that would forever change your perception of IVE.

Liz's kiss was demanding and dominant. Her tongue explored your mouth with fierce hunger. She pressed her body against yours, the fabric of her clothes a tantalizing barrier between you. She slowly broke the kiss and pulled back, a wicked glint in her eye. With deliberate slowness, Liz began to undress, revealing inch by inch of her flawless skin. She peeled off her shirt, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts encased in a lacy black bra, and her pants followed suit, sliding down her legs to pool at her feet.

Liz stood before you in nothing but her underwear, a vision of dark beauty. She ran her hands possessively over her curves, biting her lip as she watched your reaction. "Like what you see?" she asked huskily, turning slowly to give you a full view. "This is what you've been missing out on with that innocent little IVE."

Liz crawled onto the chaise, straddling your hips with predatory grace. Leaning down, she brushed her breasts against your chest and whispered in your ear, "So, what do you think of that sweet, innocent Liz now? Does she seem so pure and perfect compared to me?"

Her hands roamed over your body, her nails scraping lightly against your skin. "I bet you never imagined her doing something like this," Liz purred, grinding her hips against yours suggestively. "Being so bold, so…bad." She nipped at your jawline, her breath hot against your skin. "The truth is, that good girl is just an act. It's a mask she wears to hide the darkness inside, but I don't bother pretending."

Liz's lips found yours again, kissing you deeply as her hands continued to explore. She broke away to trail kisses down your neck and chest. She paused to flick her tongue over a nipple teasingly. "So tell me,"

Liz's voice was a seductive murmur against your skin. "Do you still want her? That innocent, untouched version of Liz?" She looked up at you through her lashes, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Or do you prefer this? The real me, unfiltered and unrestrained?"

Her hands slid down to grip your hips and pull you flush against her. You could feel the heat of her core pressing against you through the thin fabric of her underwear. "I can give you things she never could," Liz promised darkly. "Pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. All you have to do is say yes." She captured your lips again in a searing kiss, pouring all her passion and desire into it. When she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, panting softly. "So, what's it going to be?" she asked breathlessly. "Good Liz or bad Liz? The choice is yours."

Hearing your answer sent a thrill through Liz. Her eyes flashed with triumph and desire. "Good choice," she purred. She rewarded you with a searing kiss. In a swift motion, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down, freeing your hardened length.

She positioned herself above you, gripping your shoulders for leverage, and looked down at you with a wicked grin. She slowly lowered herself onto you, taking you inch by inch into her warmth. "Oh God," she gasped, falling back in ecstasy. "You feel even better than I imagined." She began to move, rolling her hips in a sensual rhythm that had you groaning beneath her. Liz's hands slid up to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as she rode you with increasing fervor. "That's it," she encouraged breathlessly. "Touch me. Make me yours."

Liz rode you with wild abandon. Her movements grew more frenzied and desperate by the second as she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, chasing her release. The room was filled with the sounds of your labored breathing and the slapping of skin against skin. "Fuck," Liz panted. Her nails dug into your chest. "You're so deep inside me. I can feel you in my soul." Her hips snapped forward, grinding against you as she sought to prolong the pleasure. "Come on," she urged hoarsely. "Give it to me. Fill me up."

With a final, powerful thrust, Liz shattered around you. Her inner walls clamped down like a vise as she came undone above you. The sensation was too much, and with a hoarse shout of her name, you followed her over the edge, spilling yourself deep inside her convulsing heat.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Liz collapsed onto your chest, and you both panted heavily. She nuzzled your neck and placed gentle kisses on your pulse point. "Mmm," she murmured contentedly. "That was even better than I hoped." Liz lifted her head to look at you. Her eyes shone with satisfaction and something softer and more vulnerable. "You know," she said quietly, "I think I might just keep you around." She smiled—a rare, genuine smile that transformed her face and made her look almost innocent. Almost. "At least until I get bored of you," she added with a wink. Liz rolled off you, stretched languidly, stood up, and began to dress. As she pulled on her shirt, she glanced back at you over her shoulder. "Don't go anywhere," she said with a smirk. "I'll be back for round two soon enough."

A couple of hours later, the door to your cell creaked open and Liz stepped inside. But something was different this time. Instead of her usual dark, provocative attire, she wore a dress that looked eerily familiar — the same outfit Good Liz had worn in an earlier IVE music video.

The soft, flowing white dress with delicate lace accents was completely at odds with Liz's usual style. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and her makeup was minimal, accentuating her natural beauty. She looked like a perfect replica of Good Liz, right down to the gentle smile on her face.

Liz closed the door behind her and walked over to you slowly, her movements graceful and almost shy. She sat down beside you on the bed and folded her hands primly in her lap. "Hey there," she said softly, glancing up at you through her lashes.

You couldn't help but stare at her, captivated by her sudden transformation. She looked so innocent and pure in that dress—a stark contrast to the wicked temptress you had come to know. You had the fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, Good Liz had come to rescue you, but those innocent illusions were shattered in an instant when Liz's hand suddenly snaked out and gripped your hardening length through your pants. She looked up at you with a mischievous grin; all traces of shyness were gone. "You like the dress?" she asked teasingly, squeezing you. "I thought it might be fun to play dress-up."

Without waiting for an answer, Liz leaned down and began unbuckling your belt with her free hand. She roughly pulled your pants and underwear down, freeing your erection.

Liz's eyes widened in mock innocence as she took in the sight of your bare cock. "My, my," she cooed. "Someone's excited to see me." She wrapped her hand around your shaft and stroked slowly, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Then, without warning, she leaned down and took you into her mouth, swallowing you whole. The sensation was overwhelming—the contrast between her innocent appearance and the filthy act she was committing was enough to make your head spin. Liz sucked deeply, her tongue swirling around your length as she bobbed her head up and down, one hand pumping your shaft and the other reaching up to gently fondle your balls.

She pulled back briefly, leaving a string of saliva connecting her lips to your tip. "You taste even better like this," Liz murmured appreciatively before diving back in and redoubling her efforts to bring you to the brink.

Just as you felt yourself nearing the edge, Liz pulled away abruptly, leaving you panting and desperate. She stood up and hiked her dress up around her waist, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "I want to feel you inside me when you come," she explained with a wicked grin.

Liz climbed onto the bed and straddled your hips. She guided your throbbing length to her entrance and teased you with shallow thrusts. "Please," you begged, your hips bucking upward involuntarily. "Please, Liz . . ." Your plea was cut off by a moan as she finally sank down onto you, taking you to the hilt in one smooth motion. Liz began to ride you with wild abandon, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she chased her own release. "That's it," she gasped. "Fuck me harder. Fill me up." Her movements grew more frantic, and her inner walls clamped down around you like a vice.

Liz unlocked the cuffs binding your wrists and freed your hands. She leaned back, bracing herself on your chest, and continued to ride you vigorously. Your hands instinctively gripped her hips, your nails digging into her soft flesh.

On a whim, you lifted one hand and sharply slapped her ass. The sound of the slap echoed through the room. Liz froze for a moment, then let out a startled gasp that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure. "Do it again," she demanded breathlessly. "Harder." Encouraged by her reaction, you obliged, raining down a series of stinging slaps on her rear as she bounced on your cock.

Liz's movements became more erratic, and her inner walls fluttered around you as she approached her peak. "Yes!" she cried out. "Just like that! I'm so close…"

With a final, brutal slap to her ass, Liz shattered above you, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She screamed your name, her body convulsing as she rode out the intense pleasure. The sensation of her clamping down around you was too much, and with a hoarse shout, you followed her over the edge.

Your release pulsed deep inside her, filling her to the brim as she milked you for every last drop. Liz collapsed onto your chest, both of you panting heavily as you came down from the high of your shared climax. "Fuck," she murmured into your neck. "That was intense." She lifted her head to look at you with a satisfied smirk. "I think I'm going to keep this dress around."

She climbed off you, straightened her dress, and leaned down to press a quick, hard kiss to your lips. Then she turned and headed for the door. "I'll be back later," she called over her shoulder. "Don't miss me too much." And with that, she was gone, leaving you alone in the cell once more.

You lay there, your mind reeling from the events of the past few hours. You had just slept with two evil versions of IVE members—Rei and Liz. To your shock and dismay, you found yourself enjoying it. The darkness and taboo nature of it all thrilled you in a way you never thought possible.