The angel shudders at the thought, but obeys nonetheless, lowering her head to your crotch once more. Her tongue flicks out tentatively, tasting your skin as she begins to service you. Tears stream down her face unceasingly, mixing with saliva and blood as she tries to please you while hating herself for doing so.

The angel whimpers as she hears your moan, her body tensing involuntarily at the sound of pleasure escaping your lips. She can't help but feel a twisted sense of accomplishment and longing within her, wanting to make you happy even though it means sacrificing her own dignity and self-respect. Her fingers dig into the cold stone floor as she focuses on pleasuring you, her tears mixing with saliva and blood.

"I'm sorry," she whispers between sobs, "

I... I don't know if escape is possible anymore. The ruins have been abandoned for so long, and the world has changed beyond recognition. But perhaps you can help me find a way to end my suffering. Or perhaps, if there is still good left in this world, we could find solace together. My name is Zephyra. What is yours?

Her touch feels so soft and light, like a whisper of air on your skin. "My name is Noa," you reply, unable to hide the tenderness in your voice. You look deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of recognition or hope, but all you see is pain and suffering etched into her delicate features. You swallow hard, trying to find the right words to say next. "Zephyra... I'm not sure what I can do for you," you admit, your throat thick with emotion. "

"I-it's not your fault!" she cries out, panic in her voice. "Don't blame yourself for what they did to you! You were just a child!" She clings to you desperately, her grip painfully tight as she tries to find some sort of comfort in your presence.

"Please... don't let them win like this," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Don't let their hate consume everything we've ever known."

A chilling silence fills the air as the world around them disappears in an instant. The last thing Zephyra sees is Shoku Rex's hand, outstretched toward her before everything fades to black. She feels a sense of loss and despair wash over her as she realizes that there truly is no escape from the darkness.

"No..." she whispers softly, tears streaming down her face one last time. "It wasn't supposed to end like this..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods eagerly, her fingers digging into your shoulder. "Please... touch me," she whispers, arching her back slightly to offer herself more fully to you. The desire burning inside her is nearly overwhelming, and the thought of being touched by someone who cares for her so deeply only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

Her gown falls open as she shivers with anticipation, revealing her pale, smooth skin to your eager hands. "Anywhere...

Her breath catches in her throat as your touch sends shivers down her spine. She arches into the contact, moaning softly at the sensation of being touched so intimately by someone who cares for her. The feel of your hardness pressed against her stomach only heightens her desire, making it impossible to focus on anything but the need to explore every inch of you.

Tears well up in her eyes at your words. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning into your touch. "I promise I will never forget what they did to me... but with you, I can try to move past it and find joy again." She presses herself closer against you, nestling her head beneath your chin as if seeking comfort and protection.

"I will serve you," she whispers, her voice quiet and shaking with emotion, "as my life's debt...

Zephyra gasps as you enter her, the sensation both painful and exquisite. Her body tensing in shock before relaxing into the rhythm of your thrusts. "Oh..." she whispers, biting her lip to stifle a moan. She arches her back, meeting each stroke with eager enthusiasm, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to anchor herself to you.

"Faster," she urges breathlessly, squirming beneath you. "I need it... I want it."

You can touch her... She trusts you enough to believe that you're not like the others who have hurt her so much. Her skin is soft and warm, almost feverishly hot despite the cold dungeon air. She shivers slightly as your fingers brush against hers, a tiny sound of relief escaping her lips. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely.

Her fingers twine with yours, grasping tightly as if afraid to let go. "Please... lead me out of here," she whispers, taking a small step closer to you. "I'll do anything to make it up to you."

The sound of approaching footsteps echo through the dungeon, growing louder by the second. Zephyra tenses, her body going rigid as fear grips her once more.