Gods of Lust
Ryu exhaled a hot breath. '… Fuck.'
He smiled somewhat bitterly, his last bit of self control keeping the beast in his pants at half mast. So long as it was like this, he could still manage it a bit. At the very least, he could fool himself into believing that he was in control.
The issue here was that Ryu didn't have the same disdain he had had for Isemeine in this situation. Seeing Yaana's body before him like this was like feeling a bomb go off in his mind, but he didn't have the same pride or arrogance attached to his inaction.
Back then, Ryu had truly seen Isemeine as beneath him. If Eska didn't appear, no matter how much lust he felt, there was nothing in this world capable of making him take her body. He simply didn't care about her and was more ready to watch her die a horrible death.
But Yaana….