Chapter 582: Chapter 584: Don’t Get It Twisted Dear mother, it’s me, your son... life’s been going great lately... it’s had its ups and downs, but I’m doing great.... Luna is great too.... You’re probably wondering why I’m monologuing to myself, pretending this is some letter that can reach the afterlife. It’s just... I have found myself in some difficulty... you could even say it’s been hard on me... or better yet... I’m getting hard. There was a soft pause in his mind, then he continued. ’I’m contemplating whether to let this continue or stop it... not that I have a chance of resisting.’ "The truth is... I’m about to be violated and violently ravaged. But don’t worry, I’ll try my best to make you a grandchild... might as well make the best of it." Damon frowned, Abellona’s lips kissing his neck as rough as a beast that had not fed her whole life. She was a virgin too, yet she pushed herself onto him with desperate hunger. "But why am I monologuing.." He glanced up, dazed, at the naked Abellona. In all that madness, he heard a disgusted voice echoing in his head. "You took off your crown, fool. You’re going crazy...." Damon looked to the side as Abellona began ripping off his clothes... and there it was. His crown, lying on the floor. "When did I take it off...." That explained why he was monologuing like a madman. He had lost the one thing that kept him sane. Damon didn’t even get a chance to reach for it before Abellona planted a kiss on his mouth, her tongue pressing against his own. He reached out his hand, straining to grab the crown, but Abellona pinned him down like a nail hammered into wood. His armor was ripped apart, piece by piece, as she clawed for his lower half. If she tore off his garments completely, it would be troublesome. "What are you doing reaching for your crown? Just dismiss the armor and summon it again, the crown will follow...." Damon almost facepalmed, quickly following the phantom of his own insanity. He dismissed his armor—only to realize it was a mistake. The armor had been the only thing between Abellona and his body. He got his crown back along with his sanity, but now he was buck naked. Before she could do anything more, Damon kicked her back, forcing space between them, and his body was once again covered by his armor in its Ascendant form. He had never used this form because he worried she could track him down by it. That was why she had stripped him so easily before. But now... now his chest rose and fell heavily as he raised his hand. Abellona stood before him, completely naked, her face flushed, her pupils dilated. "A... are you scared of a woman’s body? Don’t be scared... let’s do it....make love..." She slid her hand across her breast, her soft white peaks glowing faintly under the dungeon’s dim light. Her tone dripped with seduction. "Or are you not man enough to make a woman of me...." Damon gulped slightly, his eyes betraying him as they trailed over her nipples, her curves, the forbidden fruit laid bare before him. ’I’m stronger than this, dammit ....’ He fixed his gaze on the black rose on her neck—it was now fully in bloom. If it began to wilt she would die. She walked closer, every step exposing more of herself, daring him. "Are you scared... or are you not man enough... to take me? You look like a real man, but all I see is a boy... or do you want to prove me wrong." Damon’s ego was massive. It had always been one of his weaknesses. So he didn’t step back. He drew in a deep breath. He couldn’t overpower her anyway, and if he did nothing, she would die. "Sorry I pride myself on having no pride." "A real man... I don’t need a woman to tell me what a real man is. I don’t know if a real man would, or wouldn’t... but I think it’s pathetic and completely beneath me to deflower a lady who has no control of her faculties." Damon gritted his teeth, smiling arrogantly. "However... don’t think I’ll forget these words. Maybe not today... but I will make you eat those words when you are completely sane. That is a promise." Abellona, of course, wasn’t listening. Her body moved on its own, driven by the curse. Damon reached into his shadow storage and pulled out a white vial. It wasn’t a healing potion. It was something else. ’Damn unknown god is really several steps ahead.’ He didn’t care that she pinned him down again. He popped the vial open. "You want to mess around? Fine...." He poured the contents into his mouth and shoved Abellona to the ground. Her hair spilled around her like a dark veil as Damon grabbed her breast and pinned her. Seeing him seemingly give in, Abellona opened her arms with a soft, lustful smile. It nearly made him swallow the potion prematurely. He pressed his lips against hers, forcing the potion into her mouth. When she felt the liquid enter, she resisted, trying to spit it out. Damon growled and returned the earlier favor, forcing his tongue against hers. She still refused to swallow. Damon’s eyes widened. ’What the hell, woman... swallow it....’ She wouldn’t. And so they were locked in a tongue-based tug of war. Her nails dug into his skin, her thighs wrapping around him, pulling him closer into the heat of her bare flesh. Damon’s face burned red, his control hanging by threads, but he persisted. This potion was one of a kind. They rolled across the crystal floor, their clash cracking its surface. The runes Damon had carved earlier kept them hidden from the spiders below, but the sound was dangerous. Finally, he slammed his hand on her diaphragm repeatedly until her body reflexively swallowed the potion. Damon tore his lips from hers with a gasp. Abellona’s body stilled as the potion took effect. He panted, reaching into his shadow storage. He pulled out a blanket and draped it over her trembling, naked form. He took her hand, slipping off her spatial ring. He tried to open it, but a magic seal stopped him. "I can’t take out a dress for her like this..." He shoved the ring into his shadow storage instead and pulled out his own spare clothes, laying them beside her. For an instant, he thought about helping her dress but sighed and let her be. She would wake up soon. "It’s a good thing I had ’Don’t Get It Twisted.’" That was the potion’s name. It was something he had gotten in Lysithara after slaying a monster. It could undo any debuff... but only when administered mouth to mouth. The unknown god’s humor was cruel. [Don’t Get It Twisted] Type: Consumable – Cursed Description: I’ve done it. I actually managed to hide right under Minerva’s nose. Not in Aetherus, mind you, but in the heartland of her divine domain. I’m hidden in plain sight, using the very name she had erased. Don’t get it twisted. I just felt like bragging. [Effect:] Undo a debuff of any kind when it has reached its worst. Don’t get it twisted, it can only be done mouth to mouth. It may also have some side effects. Damon had been shocked the first time he read it. The unknown god was terrifying, but his humor was twisted. He exhaled, relieved that it had worked. As for the side effects... not his problem. This was why he had waited until the curse fully bloomed. Damon was about to rise when a massive crash echoed through the dungeon. Ashcroft had finally sprung his trap.