"See? I’m so wet for you already..." she whispered into my ear, her teeth grazing my earlobe with a sharp, playful nip.
At those seductive words, the exhaustion from the previous night evaporated. My dick twitched in instinctive, pulsing excitent.
"Co here." I turned her around, pulling her bodily into the steaming bathing tub with .
"Ahhh..." she gasped, a soft moan escaping as she hit the water, far too slow to react to my sudden move.
"Did Her Highness send you to seduce ?" I asked, my voice low and steady as my right hand slid smoothly into the lace of her panties.
I could feel the slick, radiating warmth emanating from her depths.
"No... I... ahhh." Her words shattered into a jagged moan the mont my fingers found their mark.
Gently, I stroked her, my finger vanishing into that divine cave and erging to the rhythmic, squelching sound of her own arousal.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against my chest, her body seemingly lting into my own.
"I only want to feel your cock... hah..." she breathed out, her voice a breathless wreck as I continued to work her, drawing frantic gasps from her lungs.
Her pussy suddenly spasd, twitching repeatedly before a hot stream of liquid sprayed from her depths.
"Ahhhh..." she exhaled, a long breath of pure relief as the aftershocks of the orgasm rocked her fra.
Eyes closed, she basked in the sensation, her walls still clenching tightly around my fingers in rhythmic, desperate pulses.
"That felt... so good..." she wheezed.
"And that... was only the beginning," I said with a smirk, trailing a line of kisses along her neck while peeling down her damp panties.
"Sit on it," I commanded.
Without a second of hesitation, she leaned back, spreading her legs wide to position my cock at the very entrance of her heat.
Just as she was about to plunge my length into her depths, a cold, piercing voice cut through the steam.
"I knew there was a reason your arrival was delayed." The lady from befor, Her Highness, Vale, stood there, eyes narrowed with a dangerous, suspicious glint.
In a flash of pure shock, the maid’s grip slipped. She fell back, my cock sliding deep into her warm pussy, stretching her to her absolute limit.
I felt my head hit the very tip of her womb. Her pussy clamped down around my shaft like a vice, unwilling to let go, greedily sucking at the intruder.
"Ahhh..." the girl moaned, her eyes flying wide as the reality of the situation crashed down on her.
Her face flushed a violent crimson, turning beet-red as she looked at Her Highness, her expression a cocktail of raw fear and bone-deep embarrassnt.
"Forgive , Your Highness!"
"Get out," Vale said, her voice like cracking ice.
"Ah—yes, Your Highness!" She scrambled away, pulling herself off my rock-hard cock with a wet pop.
Even as my throbbing length left her, her pussy twitched in visible annoyance, deprived of the pleasure she had been seconds away from claiming.
Terrified of her master, she bolted from the bathroom, forgetting her clothes entirely in her haste to escape.
"I’ll deal with you later," Vale muttered, her gaze never leaving as she dismissed the girl.
Finally, Vale’s eyes locked onto mine. She couldn’t help but glance down at my still-erect cock, and for a fleeting second, her gaze softened—before the chilling cold returned to the depths of her irises.
"I brought you here as my slave, yet you still dare to misbehave?" she questioned, her tone deceptively light.
Then, her eyes shifted. They began to glow with a predatory, pinkish-red hue.
Instantly, my body locked up. A heavy, invisible weight settled over my limbs; I couldn’t move a single muscle.
"This... what is this?"
"You haven’t realized yet?" She tilted her head, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.
"Hmmm... how to explain..." she pondered, letting out a soft, lodic chuckle. "You are mine now. Anyone I share a bed with, I can choose to bind. To enslave."
Grinning wider, she stepped closer. "Last night wasn’t just about my cravings. I can feel sothing unique in you... being my slave will be the greatest benefit of your life."
I stared at her, my heart hamring against my ribs in silent shock.
This... actually happened? I was in total disbelief, but the crushing weight on my body told she wasn’t lying. I was a passenger in my own skin.
"What’s your na?" she asked, her voice carrying a magical compulsion.
Before I could fight it, my mouth moved of its own accord. "Aristarkh Targaryen."
"Hahaha..." The Succubus Queen let out a delighted laugh, her eyes flashing. "To think I’d stumble upon a prize from the Targaryen household."
"And your title?"
"Son of the Patriarch," I replied smoothly, the truth ripped from my throat against my will.
"Wow..." Vale pressed a hand to her lips in mock surprise, then leaned down to press a lingering kiss to my mouth. "I didn’t think a toy I casually claid would be so valuable. You’ll satisfy more than just my hunger; your identity is a weapon."
She smiled, her eyes dropping briefly to my cock once more.
"Finish up and join in the dining room. I’ve had sothing... particularly delicious prepared for us."
She turned and sauntered out, her hips swaying with an effortless, predatory grace.
The mont she vanished, the weight lifted. I could move again, my mind racing with dark, frantic thoughts.
What the hell was that? My gut twisted. Enslaved. A puppet. The thought was a cold blade in my chest.
I took a breath, forcing myself to think. I wasn’t dead yet.
System... System... is there a counter-asure?
I called out internally, but the interface only flickered with the words [Binding System] before the light died out.
Useless.
My heart sank further. The prospect of living as a mindless thrall clawed at my sanity. It was a fate worse than any death.
But then, as I stared at the flickering interface, the word ’Binding’ stuck in my mind like a jagged splinter.
Wait... Binding System... I muttered internally. The na took on a new, darker aning.
[Current Ero Points: 200 / 500 to unlock next Binding Slot]
My eyes widened as the realization hit like a physical blow.
If I can play the part of the perfect slave for now... if I can farm enough Ero Points to open that slot... then I can flip the script.
I don’t just have to be bound. I can bind her.
A bonded partner status would override the slave mark. It has to.
I ran the logic through my head several tis. It was a gamble—the only move left on the board.
Alright. The plan is simple. I’m going on an Ero Point spree. I’ll give her exactly what she wants... until I own her.
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