Her voice catches in her throat as your hands cup her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. She looks into your eyes, the desire there mirroring her own. Unable to resist any longer, Mercy leans forward, pressing her lips against yours once more. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, her body arching instinctively toward yours.

Their passion-fueled embrace lasts for what feels like an eternity;

As you remove her dress and untie the sash around her waist, Mercy's breath catches in her throat. The air between them is thick with desire as your hands roam freely over her bare skin. She moans softly into your mouth, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her own hands wander lower, exploring the contours of your body and seeking out the heat that pulses beneath your clothes.

The figure's voice booms through your mind like thunder, shaking you to your core. "I am your master," they say simply, their tone commanding and unyielding. You feel an overwhelming sense of submission wash over you; a desire to obey this being above all else.

"What do you want from me?" You manage to ask between gasps for air, the power coursing through your body making it difficult to breathe normally.

The figure steps closer still, their presence becoming almost unbearable as they hover mere inches from your face. "I want your body," they hiss venomously, eyes burning with an otherworldly fire. You feel your heart race and your skin flush hot at the thought of this being claiming you as their own.

"Anything else?" You manage to croak out, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. The figure's mouth curls into a cruel smile.

"Yes...