Kuros

Was it the blood sacrifice? Were those leaves something special?

He had never heard of such a thing. How the hell did she manage to do it? Kuros had never backed out of a contract. Though this time would be special. He could destroy the world, but would not babysit a three-year-old. The only way out for him was to taste Yuki’s blood with her permission and break the seal. No black magic, no coercion, and no lies.

And by the smell of her skin, the reek of her hormones, and the want that was buried deep inside the list of her desires... seducing her was the best option.

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Yuki

“Mama! Work, work, work!” Yuu’s shrill chanting in her ear and the insistent shaking of her shoulders pulled Yuki out of her vivid dream. She gasped, startled, and pulled Yuu close to her chest. Her breathing was uneven as she hugged him, and her eyes were frantic as she looked around the room. Yuu tried to squirm out of her embrace. “Mama!”

“What is it?” she loosened her grip as she calmed herself.

Yuu wiggled out from her embrace with a pout and poked his head out, pointing to the table beside the bed. In the most obvious tone, he squealed, “Time!”

“Huh?” Yuki didn’t seem to register it first and tilted her head. She followed Yuu’s pointed finger and blinked at the table clock displaying a terrifying number. Her heart dropped in her chest, and real panic settled in. “What?”

“Hai,” Yuu responded, even before her mother spelled out the obvious.

“It’s ten, Yuu-chan?!” Today was already going wrong. How could she forget to set an alarm last night? She muttered under her breath, “Right… that de—”

The clock blared the alarm—hours after it should have—and startled the mother-son duo. Kicking herself into motion, she reached out to shut the clock. Before she could reach it, a hand came down and did it for her. It wasn’t Yuu’s hand. With terror, she looked up to the figure’s face. The man smiled and showed off his perfectly aligned, sharp teeth. “Good morning, Yuki-san.”

Yuki shrank back in a fear and clutched Yuu’s body close to her bosom. “Y-you? How did you get in here?”

“Like this?” Kuros grinned mischievously, and disappeared in a wink, appearing on the other side of the room. He turned invisible again, and appeared right in front of her this time. He bent down to her level, and whispered in her ear, “Or like this?”

“Mama. Magic!” Yuu screeched, breaking free from her hold and jumping on the bed.

“No, Yuu-chan!” Yuki pulled her son behind her and got out of the bed. “Stay here until I tell you otherwise. Look—”

Kuros arched an eyebrow when she addressed him. Instinctively, his eyes travelled the curve of her body. From her bare legs and the short hem of her nighty, which played peekaboo with her tanned thighs, to the flimsy material that accentuated each and every curve of her body, Kuros appreciated the view with a glint in his eyes. Suddenly, the thought of seducing her for his benefit didn’t sound so bad. Maybe her wish was a good thing after all...