A sharp thud resonated.

Amon walked through the Black Church's doors just in time for something soft to crash into his chest.

"Ah…!"

Rita stumbled backward, her bare feet slipping on the smooth floor, and fell onto the cold stone. Her cuffs slammed against the ground, echoing faintly through the church's empty hall.

"Ow…" she whispered with a small, innocent voice.

Amon blinked down at her. She was on the ground, legs sprawled, hair cascading over her shoulders. The moonlight leaking through the broken stained glass caught her skin just enough to give her a faint, ethereal glow. The fact that her hair was violet in color only pushed her appearance further into ethereal territory.

Rita shifted slightly, drawing her legs together and then apart again in a subtle movement. Her thighs brushed against one another, and Amon could peek at her panties through her short dress.

"I'd offer a hand," Amon said dryly, convinced that this was no coincidence. "But you wouldn't be able to take it anyway."

A Succubus falling to the ground so innocently and showing him her panties without meaning to? It was obviously planned. There was clearly intent behind it.

Her purple eyes lifted toward him. "Then maybe…" she said softly, as she turned just enough for the cuffs to be visible, "You could take them off." In addition to the cuffs becoming visible, her figure and the outline of her waist and hips were also made visible. The dress sure was sexy.

"No." Amon answered right away.

The refusal had come without hesitation. Rita blinked, feigning surprise, then lowered her gaze demurely.

"Maybe," she whispered, her voice dripping with suggestion, "I can convince you."

"I don't see how you could do that."

Rita showed him how a moment later.

Slowly, deliberately, she pushed herself onto her knees. Her cuffs scraped lightly against the floor as she adjusted her posture until she was kneeling perfectly in front of him. She tilted her head upward, her smile coy and dangerous all at once.

Amon raised an eyebrow.

She leaned forward just slightly. "I wouldn't mind…" Her tongue traced the corner of her lip. "Getting a little dirty."

The words hung between them, heavy and deliberate.

Amon smirked.

She was kneeling right in front of him. Were he not wearing pants, his cock would already be on her face.

"You can try," Amon said dryly.

Her eyes gleamed. She inched closer on her knees, cuffs resting behind her back, every motion slow and filled with tension.

"If you take the cuffs away," She whispered. "I'd be able to…" Her gaze lowered so that she would stare directly in front of her, directly at his crotch. "Get in there."

Amon was quite amused by this.

He hadn't expected her to be so direct. 'Then again, she is a Succubus. Levia is just a special case.'

She slowly raised her gaze to meet his, and smiled.

Amon could already picture her looking at him while her moist lips moved up and down his shaft.

"Your pants…" Rita blushed, looking away momentarily. "Your pants… Are in the way."

Amon's lips curled upwards. 'She's really great at this.' He thought. 'She's perfectly feigning shyness, perfectly acting like she's not used to this sort of thing.'

He did not move.

"Get them out of the way then."

Rita stared at his face for a moment, bit on her lip, and lowered her gaze back to his crotch.

"I can try…" She whispered before leaning closer.

Her quivering lips parted slightly. She opened her mouth and, just when she bit down on his pants to pull them down,

Thump!

Both their heads turned instantly.

A figure had suddenly leapt out of a window and into the darkness with quick, agile, and desperate movements.

Amon's expression flattened. "That's your friend."

The words caused Rita's body to suddenly freeze.

Amon slowly turned back toward Rita.

"So this was your plan?" Amon asked slowly, voice like a knife. "You didn't do this so she could run away, did you?"

Rita's throat suddenly went dry. She found herself unable to utter a word. With how totally and completely Levia had surrendered to him, she was convinced that Amon could deal with her easily. She lacked even the strength to get rid of the cuffs around her wrists, so there was no way she could survive around him.

"Grabbing my attention to buy her time," He added. "You wouldn't do that, right? I mean… There's no way you're dumb enough to think you would survive after doing something like that."

Chills ran up and down Rita's skin.

She gulped hard.

"I had no idea Rika would run away." Rita nodded. "Truly."

He stepped closer, the shift in his aura making her heart stutter. The playfulness was completely gone.

"The timing is awfully convenient though."

"I swear!" she blurted out, attempting to lift her hands defensively, but was kept from doing so by the cuffs keeping her hands behind her back. "I didn't know! I just heard something going on behind the church and figured it must be you! That's why I-"

"Hearing that, your friend must have thought that I'd be too busy to notice her."

"That must be it." Rita nodded repeatedly.

"Where do you figure she's going?" Amon asked casually. "Should I let her go?"

While his voice seemed casual and uncaring, Rita knew that the situation was anything but.

He was testing her.

"Rika… Disbeys Levia more easily. Both of us were ordered to work for Vulkan, but Rika never did."

"She's not the obedient kind, huh?" Amon thought for a moment. "Did she ever see Vulkan?"

"No." Rita shook her head. "Not even once."

"Could it be that she never did because she was too scared?"

Rita slowly lowered her gaze. "That's… Possible."

"I see," Amon nodded, before clapping his hands. "Alright, help me catch her."

Rita blinked. "What?"

"You said you wanted me to take those cuffs off." He leaned down, until his shadow engulfed her completely. "Catch her for me then. Catch her and bring her to me."

"You want me to bring her to you…?"

Amon's hand took hold of Rita's chin, forcing her gaze to meet his.

"Capture your friend and give her to me."

Staring into his eyes, Rita's instincts screamed at her to run too. But the cuffs on her wrists made that impossible. In the first place, Amon's eyes made her realize that running would mean dying before she could take a dozen steps.

She swallowed hard. "Understood."

"Good girl." Amon nodded, straightened, and turned toward the exit. "Let's go."

Rita pushed herself up from the floor and hurried after him.

"Aren't you… Going to take them off?" She asked. "So I can run and stuff?"

Amon turned towards her, thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Alright…" Rita whispered.

In the distance, Rika's silhouette darted through the trees like a phantom, already putting distance between herself and the church.

Amon's lips curled upward. "She's fast."

Rita glanced at him nervously. "We're both cuffed. I can't catch up to her like this. Physically, she's far-"

Her words were interrupted and replaced by a gasp as Amon firmly slapped her ass.

"Go on," he ordered, "Run."

Rita bit down on her lip, and started running.

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