Alice didn’t know if she was happy that he accepted her or if she was embarrassed even more. Maybe a bit of both.
"But what made you want to be my woman?" Zion asked, although he was sure he knew the answer to his question.
"Well," Alice’s face softened. "You helped me when those demonic humans first attacked me at the Academy. Although I didn’t like you then, it did make me respect you a little. You also helped find Nicole, who is a dear friend of mine, who helped when things were rough."
Lidia elbowed Alice in the arm. "Come on, get to the juicy stuff!"
"Ugh, this is my story to tell, not yours." She took a deep breath before continuing. "When I decided to sell my body to pay off my family’s debt, I knew I would be ruining my future forever and wouldn’t be the same after. I was prepared to make that sacrifice for my mother and siblings, and honestly, I would do it again." Her hands were shaking just remembering such a horrible memory. She hoped it would be buried deep into her mind, never to resurface again.
"But when you were the one who purchased my service, I was slightly relieved that my first time wasn’t going to be with some old slob. However, instead of taking advantage of me, you set me free and lifted my shoulders of the heavy burden I carried for years. Even when I was captured, you took in my family, cured my mom, kept looking for me, and even if it was unintentional, you found me."
Lidia was giggling next to Alice, absolutely loving the fact that Alice fell for the classic love story trope.
"I can’t deny that the things you did for me, for my family, changed the way I look at you. My heart pounds every time I see your face, and I can’t help but feel a rush of emotions when I’m around you. Maybe it was because you were there for me when I needed someone, or maybe it’s because I feel for your good looks like any other girl, I don’t know. All I do know is that my heart pounds every time I see you, and I can’t get your handsome face out of my head. I like you, Zion, and I really want you to like me back as well. So please accept me."
"Girl, you talk a lot, but I love your story, it’s so romantic. And I’m not one for romance. Well, not the traditional kind at least." Lidia chuckled.
"S-So? Will you accept me?" Alice asked, her face completely red.
"Didn’t you hear me before? You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go. Of course, I’ll accept you." Zion smiled, taking her hand into his own.
Alice breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god, I was hoping you wouldn’t decline my feelings. Lidia said you would accept me, but I still wanted to know your answer."
"Welcome to the family, sister." Lidia grinned
"I’m not your sister!" Alice shouted
"Don’t deny it, sweetheart. I told you that you’ll end up being my sister sooner or later. Now look at you. ’P-Please accept my feelings Z-Zion.’ You literally asked to be my new sister. Ouuu, I have to tell the others!" Lidia shot up and ran to inform the rest of Zion’s women.
"N-NO! Don’t do that! Wait, Lidia!"
"I should tell your mom as well! I bet she’ll be ecstatic to learn that you’re getting with Zion."
Zion laughed at the two of them, who were already getting along nicely. He leaned back on the couch, stretching his back before standing up to go to his workshop. But as he took one step, he felt a cold draft around his legs.
He looked down and noticed why. "Oh shit, I need my pants.
On the other side of town, a carriage arrived at a run-down building with men standing around guarding the place. The building was pretty large, but it was in dire need of maintenance and a remodel.
Stepping out of the carriage were two men, one old and the other a middle-aged man. They wore cloaks to his their appearance and walked to the entrance where two guards stood and muttered something under their breath.
"May the dark rise through the chaos."
Hearing the secret password, the guard let the men in, closing the door behind them.
The inside of the building looked a bit better, but it was still a rundown piece of garbage. No one would willingly live in such a place, especially one with money and influence.
Approaching the two men was another guard who bowed in their presence.
"The boss is waiting for you." The guard said.
"Take me to her." The pope replied.
The guard led the pope and the bishop down a secret path that led to a flight of stairs that spiraled downward to a large secret underground room. The floor was covered in a red carpet, and on each side of the room were three large cells with women of each race in them, all malnourished and looking dead.
At the end of the room was a large throne with golden designs that stood on a stage, which lifted a few inches in the air. On the throne was a man who was currently forcing one of the women so suck his dick.
"That’s right bitch! Take this dick, just like your mother and sister did! Kekeke, I wonder if you’re going to kill yourself just as they did." He smirked as he pushed his cock deeper into her throat.
The woman was a human, and the look in her eyes said it all. She was furious and full of hatred toward the man. After her sister and mother died, she vowed to kill the man in front of her. Unfortually she wasn’t strong enough to do so, so she resorted to the next best thing, bitting his dick off.
She threatened her resolve and chomped down as hard as she could, feeling her teeth sink into his flesh and manhood.
"Agghhhh! You stupid bitch!" He backhanded the woman and completely blew off her head as his strength was not something she could handle.
"Fuck, that stupid bitch! How dare she try and bite my dick off! Fuck! And she was one of the sexy ones." The man shouted in anger.
"Sir, the pope is here to see you." A guard informed the man.
"Oh? Let him in, I’ve been waiting for him since yesterday."
Entering the room, the Pope looked around, completely unfazed by the dozens of women trapped in the cells, and walked up to the man to speak.
"Lenny, we have a problem."