Lukas brought the sword down, in a strike that would easily slipt the spirit in two. However, he wasn't facing a common spirit and Mary swiftly dashed to the side, avoiding the impact before this could hit her, turning to face him while crouching like a lioness ready to strike down her prey.

The look on her face said everything, but Lukas had quickly responded to her change of direction by swiftly spinning on his feet while spining the sword in hands to deliver a second quickly and powerful strike that would end most enemies' lifes. And once again, his attack was already too slow for her.

Mary jumped to the Altar, side stepping to gain balance before realize a perfect backflip to avoid the sword, which striked the stone and made a huge crack on it. Mary had a smirk on her face, her ruby eyes shining with bloodthirst and... lust? Lukas was confuse and he closed both hands firmly around the handle, trying to free the sword.

The second his eyes moved away from hers, Lukas immediatly cursed himself and let go of the sword, moving back and instinctively raising his left arm, being tackle by Mary. Lukas groaned, feeling her right hand's claws pierce his arm to hold him. Her sharp teeths closed right above his wrist.

Lukas fell on his back, screaming in pain as his arm went limb for a moment. At same time, Mary dashed her left hand foward and only instinct saved Lukas, who moved his right hand to hold her wrist. Despite his good reflex, he wasn't fast enough and felt the claws easily tracing three lines of blood on his face, groaning in pain and squirming under her. A small cut was on the side of his nose, but the other two had been deeper. His skin was cut above the eyebrow and the side, going down to the middle of his cheek, while the middle cut was right at the side of his lip.

Lukas groaned, trying to push her with his injured arm and feeling the claws and teeth sink deeper into the flesh, taining the blue sleeve from red. Blood dripped down the arm, falling into his chest and face as he tried to keep the beast's mouth away from him. The other hand was closed firmly on her wrist, struggling to avoid those bloody claws to come near again and finish the job. His right eye was closed, the blood from the cut above his eyebrown covering his sight.

She was on top, straddling him and slowly winning, forcing his weak arm down while continuing to struggle in order to free her left hand. She wanted to close her claws around his neck and choque him to death... or maybe to a state near death. But Lukas was the best student in the Academy and he would not die here.

And Mary noticed his fighting spirit shine on his hazel eyes, a fire that would turn them gold like a feline's eye. Lukas raised his right knee, hitting her on the ribs, relaxing his body for an instant before twist his waist while a wave of strengh invaded his body and he rolled around. As they switched position, Lukas bashed her head hardly against the ground, using his bitten and wounded arm to do so. Once, twice... again and again and again.

Lukas shouted from the pain to rip his flesh more by repeatedly move his arm up and down to guide her head against the stone, hoping to crack her skull. And at same time, he holded her left hand above her head, taking control of the situation. "You will not win!" Mary hissed from her throat, biting harder while shuting her eyes hard from the hits of her skull against the ground.

The blood soaped her hair, making it glue to her head and even if the crushing force on his arm was threatening to tear it apart, Lukas kept on going. Again and again! He would not stop until her head would open and he could see her brains come out. His screams inspiring him to keep going, non-stopping even if that costed his left arm.

But he was fighting Bloody Mary, and she was enjoying it. All that savagery and bloodthrist emanating from the boy was making her horny and excited. Yes! She needed to have him inside her, pushing him over the edges of pain and pleasure, where both of them would become one. Opening her eyes she let him see the bloodlust in them before let go his right hand from his arm, wrapping her legs tightly against him and clawed his left shoulder hard, sinking her claws the deep they could go and ripping the flesh like a knife cuts melted butter.

Lukas squirmed in pain, the shockwave moving through his whole body and in that moment, he knew he had lost. Just like he did before, Mary twisted her body and rolled to the side, staying on top. With a quick moviment she freed her hand and pinned both his arms above his head.

"You are mine!" Mary hissed while leaning closer, letting him feel her breathe.

"NO!" Lukas struggled, but he had no strengh left. His left arm was just a dead weight in the moment, his ribs hurted and he was on the inferior position.

"Shhhh" She whispered softly in his ear, licking the blood from the cuts on his face slowly. "You taste good!" Mary giggled and a wave of fear pierced Lukas' heart.

"Finish it!" Lukas ordered, squirming and trying to struggle once again.

Bloody Mary laughed, raising her head in a whip's moviment to take the bloody hair out from her eyes. With his free hand, she slowly holded his tied, rubbing it with her fingers before rip it with a swift moviment. Lukas freeze, looking at her with fear and confusion. What was she doing? Why didn1t she killed him, yet?

"What do you want?" Lukas asked, bitting his bottom lip due all the pain and blood lost from his left arm. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy.

"What do I want?" She asked jokingly. "Silly boy! I want you!" She leaned and licked his blood slowly, her tongue following the middle and larger cut all the way up. And like that, he wasn't bleeding anymore. "Open your eye!" She ordered.

Lukas did as he was told, moving his head lightly. At first, the sight was still a blur but then he could see well again. Mary was straddling him, her free hand slowly opening the buttons, one by one. And then all went black when he felt her fist hit him.

. . .

Lukas woke up on the Altar, screaming in surprise by seeing Bloody Mary still on top of him. "Waky waky." She said, giggling like an excited girl and leaned closer. "I healed you. Your arm and your wounds. All healed."

"Why?" He asked, his voice not avoiding show a bit of fear.

"Because, like I said, you are mine! There's a reason why you shouldn't mess with the creatures who live in the Mirror Dimension. You can unleash them on Earth forever if you do an ancient ritual, releasing not only your vital and inner energy, but also sexual energy." She wiggled her rear over his crotch and he couldn't avoid blush. She wasn't wearing anything!

"Sex?" Lukas gasped, gulping hardly. His throat was dry and he was tired. And his cock was getting full hard in just a few seconds,. Mary continued rubbing her slit against the lenght of his cock, making him moan.

"Yes. Don't you want to feel what real sex feels like? I can please every inch of your mighty cock!" She promised, moving foward and just rubbing her butt cleavage softly against it. Mary grinded against his stomach, letting him feel her soft lower lips and flesh rub his skin.

Lukas closed his eyes, bitting his lips. "I can't..." What was that smell in the air? The hot feeling in his blood? Was he drugged?

"You WANT IT!" She shouted, raising up and watching him instinctively buck his hips, trying to prevent her from go. Mary giggled, shaking her finger with a naugthy look on her face. "Not so fast, big boy."

Only then Lukas realized he was tied to the Altar, his legs spread and his wrists tied together above his head. His heart raced faster, his cock throbbed more while he watched her lift her longblack robes and toss it to the side, exposing her naked pale body. Her skin's color would remind a corpse, but he would easily imagine how soft the skin was. Her breasts stood perfectly, a mesmerazing vision that ended with hard black nipples.

He wanted to suck them, he wanted to play and worship those black and hard nipples like if his life depended on it. Her long hair was loose over her breasts, covering it lightly and a whisp stood in her cleavage. Her perfect body seemed a mirror' surface. With no flaws! Down her body, Lukas gazed at her navel, and imagine it erupt with his seed when he cummed into her.

That was getting the best of it, and his arousement had no stopping point. All she did was exposed her gorgeous body, a gift from the Gods. Lukas gasped, looking into her cunt. A vision that made him unable to look away, his sight lost in the depts of her warm and needed cave. And again she lowered herself, sitting on his belly and raised his chin, her touch sending shivers of cold deadly pleasure through his body.

"Do you desire me?" She asked with her silk like voice.

"Yes, I do!" Lukas said, breathing faster. His heart raceed faster. Any thought of kill her was now gone. Any trace of fear gone. He just wanted to become ONE with her.

"Then, it's time for you to get your prize. Your reward for losing." She said with a tender voice, like a mother conforts her child.

Her lips approached his. They both breathed into each other's lips, only making the other more aroused. Their eyes were locked into each other. His hazel eyes and her ruby eyes unable to look away. And then, when they couldn't resist the proximity of the other any longer, their eyes closed slowly...

...and their lips became one.