Betrayed—she was utterly, soul-shatteringly betrayed, her heart a blazing inferno of hatred and despair as her golden eyes fluttered open, heavy with the haze of forced slumber.
She was feeling sothing... sothing she shouldn’t feel. A bit of arousal.
She twisted in the suffocating darkness, the air thick and cloying with the scent of fresh linens mixed with her own musky arousal, born from the tight confines that pressed against her sensitive skin.
Cramd into this cramped space—a wardrobe, perhaps?—her body scread in protest, every inch bound in rough, biting ropes that dug into her flesh like lover’s claws, her wrists twisted behind her back, ankles splayed wide, forcing her thighs apart in a vulnerable spread that made her pussy throb against the cool wood beneath her, her juices already trickling in unwanted betrayal of her body’s heat.
She tried to scream, but the thick, coarse rope gagged her mouth, stretching her jaws wide, sothing tallic and iron-tangy flooding her senses—blood, thick and coppery, coating her tongue, sliding down her throat in viscous gulps.
Was it her own, from so hidden wound? No pain registered, only the overwhelming taste, like she’d been force-fed a river of it, making her gag and drool, saliva mixing with the tallic flood to drip down her chin, soaking her neckline.
Her bound tongue lapped futilely, the flavor invading every breath, stirring a twisted, forbidden heat in her core.
"Mmm... mmmhhm..." Her voice erged as pathetic, muffled whimpers, vibrations humming through her chest, her body writhing in futile struggle—hands immobilized, unable to weave her spells, legs pinned in place, her full, heaving breasts straining against the ropes, nipples hardening to aching peaks from the friction.
She was a captive toy, helpless, her clit pulsing with each desperate shift, the ropes teasing her inner thighs like cruel fingers.
...Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck, yes! Deeper, you beast!...
Echoes of raw, guttural moans assaulted her from beyond the crack, waves of filthy ecstasy crashing through the sliver of light, the sounds wet and primal, making her bound pussy clench involuntarily.
She pressed her eye to the gap, peering into the familiar room—Flora’s lavish chamber, now a den of unbridled debauchery, silks and velvets rumpled, the air heavy with the musky scent of sweat, cum, and floral perfu turned sinful.
’This is.... Flora’s room. Am I.... am I inside a cupboard..’ she thought, horror twisting with a dark thrill, her nipples scraping the wood as she strained for a better view.
....Yess.... yess... Aiden... your massive dick... ohh... split open, fill my slutty cunt!...
...Ohh... fuck ... fuck more... pound my dripping hole until I squirt all over you!...
The voice—Flora’s, her best friend’s—haunted her like a ghost from that fateful night, now amplified into desperate, whore-like pleas that echoed through Luna’s bones.
She peeked further, her breath hitching, eyes locking on the back of the opulent sofa where the carnage unfolded: Flora’s lithe, creamy legs dangling high in the air, thighs quivering and slick with sweat, toes curling in ecstasy as Aiden.
the white-haired servant turned god of lust, lood over her. His upper body was gloriously naked, muscles rippling like coiled serpents under sweat-glistened skin, broad back heaving up and down with each savage thrust, veins bulging, his ass clenching as he drove forward.
Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!
The sounds were thunderous, obscene—skin slapping skin in a relentless rhythm, wet and echoing like a storm, his thick, veined cock plunging balls-deep into Flora’s overflowing pussy, her juices squirting out in hot sprays with every brutal withdrawal, splattering his thighs, the sofa, the floor in sticky puddles.
He owned her completely, his hips a piston of destruction, each impact sending ripples through her flesh, her ass cheeks jiggling wildly, the air thick with the tangy scent of her arousal mingling with his musky sweat.
But he slowed suddenly, deliberately, his golden eyes turning to lock onto Luna’s peephole, a grinning smirk curling his lips—filthy, triumphant, knowing—as if this entire fuck-fest was a performance for her tornt, his cock still buried deep, twitching inside Flora, making her whimper in frustration.
’He... he is... he is doing this on purpose,’ Luna realized, tears stinging, but her bound body betrayed her, pussy flooding with slick heat, clit throbbing painfully against the ropes, nipples aching for touch.
Flora’s hands shot up, nails raking down his back in red trails, drawing beads of blood as she yanked his face to hers. "Aiden... don’t you dare stop... I need your cock wrecking !" She surged forward, their mouths colliding in a devouring, tongue-thrashing marathon—sloppy, feral, lips smashing together in bruising force, tongues battling like wild animals, swirling, thrusting, biting until blood tinged their saliva, dripping in thick strands down their chins, over Flora’s heaving breasts.
She sucked his tongue like a cock, moaning into his mouth, her hips grinding desperately, pussy clenching around his shaft, milking him for more.
He roared back into action, hips slamming forward like a battering ram, his waist moving with thirsty, beastly hunger, cock spearing her deeper, the angle brutal, hitting her cervix with each plunge. "Yes... yes.. yessss.... Aiden.. more... more... ravage my tight little hole!" Flora scread, her voice escalating into wails that shattered the room, louder and louder, each cry a symphony of surrender.
"Oh yeah..." Aiden groaned, his voice a guttural rumble, hands gripping her blissfully curved hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh like claws. "You like it, huh, you filthy slut? Like my fat cock owning your greedy pussy?" He ramped up the roughness, forcing her mouth open in gasping, breathless moans, her golden dress torn savagely—not removed, but ripped apart in shreds, exposing her heavy, jiggling chest, breasts bouncing like ripe lons, nipples hard and pink, begging for bites.
His massive hands road her curves, kneading her ass, pulling her deeper onto his cock, her legs dangling helplessly in the air, toes curling as shocks of pleasure ripped through her. "Take it all, you whore... feel stretch you wide!"
Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!
"Yess... yes.. yes... I like it! I love it... more.. moree! Fuck senseless, breed !" She moaned, barely able to breathe, words choking out between gasps, the sloppy, squelching sounds of his dick penetrating her overflowing hole dominating the room—wet schlicks and slurps, her pussy farting air with each withdrawal, juices gushing in floods, soaking everything, the obscene symphony reaching Luna in the cupboard, making her bound clit pulse wildly, her own arousal dripping down her thighs in shaful rivers.
Aiden bent down, lifting his hips high for leverage, not just fucking but pounding her with apocalyptic force—each slap louder than the last, thunderclaps of flesh on flesh, his balls smacking her ass in rhythmic slaps, her echo of moans amplifying into bellowing screams that vibrated the walls.
PLAT! PLAT! PLAT! PLAT!
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! HAA! HA!! FUCK! YES! DESTROY ! OH GOD, I’M YOUR SLUT!" She wailed, fingers gripping his back, nails carving deep, bloody marks, trying to anchor herself amid the intense pleasure tsunami, her body convulsing, pussy spasming around his cock like a vice, milking him desperately.
The passion built relentlessly, her orgasm teetering, but suddenly Aiden slowed, his face inches from hers, breath hot and ragged against her swollen lips, his waist still grinding in torturous circles. "....Flora...about Luna." he called softly, voice a seductive growl, cock twitching deep inside her, teasing her walls.
She’d been on the brink, her climax ripped away by his cruelty, making her whine pitifully, hips bucking wildly to impale herself deeper. "Ahh.. ahh... yes.. don’t worry about her, I’ll convince her... just.. leave it to .. fuck harder for now, please!" she begged, voice desperate, eager to reclaim that pounding, her pussy clenching frantically around him.
But Aiden slowed further, his thrusts agonizingly shallow. "...But Akidna said she was going to tell her mother about us, to the duchess... expose how I fuck you like my personal whore every night..."
Those words pierced like daggers, but Flora’s lust-clouded mind reeled. "...No.. no, she wouldn’t... she wouldn’t do that... she’s my friend, my best friend..."
Aiden surged his pace, lifting her body from the sofa sheets with brute strength, her legs wrapping around his waist like vines, locking him in as he swirled his hips, cock churning her insides deeper, deeper, hitting spots that made stars explode behind her eyes, her walls fluttering in ecstasy.
"Are you sure, love? Cause it’ll be a problem... what if she already told her mother.. ratted us out while I was balls-deep in your dripping cunt?"
Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!
"Ummm... ahhh... oh fuck, yes! Deeper!" She moaned, her insides utterly ravaged, body bouncing on his shaft like a ragdoll, juices sluicing down his balls. "...I’ll do... what I must..." She voiced in solemn lust, hands over his shoulders, bouncing up and down with frantic need, tits slapping against his chest.
"And what is that...?" He demanded, pounding harder, his cock a blurring frenzy, building her to the edge again.
"...Get rid of her... send her away... banish the bitch so you can fuck forever!" She cried, like a whisper turned scream, but those words—those treacherous, heart-rending words—carried loud enough, piercing the cupboard like arrows.
Luna teared up, her eyes bloodshot, tears jerking from the corners in hot streams, mingling with her drool, her bound body trembling not just in arousal but in twisted betrayel, as her pussy gushing despite herself.
’Flora....’ she thought in utter heartbroken betrayel.
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