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

The sound reverberated through the Dragon's 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 dragon's 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 Devil's 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 don't 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 wasn't oblivious to the Devil's 76th awakened form; rather, its mind teetered on the brink of madness, consumed by the Devil's 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 dragon's resolve wavered, its once-proud spirit eclipsed by the overwhelming onslaught of chaos and despair unleashed by the Devil's 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 Dragon's back, its strong hands coiled tightly around the dragon's 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 dragon's very essence.

Feeling the Devil's embrace, the dragon's instincts screamed in terror, its heart pounding in its chest. The sensation of the Devil's hot breath against its neck sent a shiver down the dragon's spine, chilling it to the core. At that moment, fear consumed the dragon's 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 Devil's 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 Devil's response, unsure of what dark intentions lurked behind its actions.

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

At first, the Devil's 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 devil's breath grew ragged as it persisted in its indecent actions. Each exhale carried a hint of satisfaction, sending a chill down the dragon's spine. With every moment, the darkness within the devil seemed to intensify, casting a shadow over the dragon's fate.

'No, he isn't,' 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 Devil's indecent actions. Despite the shock and disbelief gripping its heart, the Dragon's keen instincts began to piece together the unsettling truth unfolding before it.

It didn't take long for the Dragon to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Yet, even as it grappled with the reality of the Devil's 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 Dragon's 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 Devil's 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 Dragon's spiritual body as a countermeasure to the damage the Devil was inflicting on the Dragon, fed the Devil's 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 Devil's pleasure-filled and satisfied moans, the Dragon remained ensnared in a strong grip, its mentality obscured from reality shocked by the Devil's twisted perception of pleasure.