Himl leaned against the door, arms crossed, his eyes slicing through Siersha like a blade.
'I need to make sure a few things happen.'
The first was to get her life energy, while the second, equally important, was to—
'Awaken my bloodline.'
It had been so long since he planned for it.
And now that he had a chance to do so, Himl wasn't going to let it go.
Siersha was the only one he was sure of.
Soone whose pride he could break.
'...Well, I'm going to do so fucked up things.'
He let out a sigh as he checked Siersha out.
She stood before him, crimson eyes staring into him with raw need for his blood.
Her fingers trembled on her outfit—a tight black shirt stretched over her breasts.
A blue skirt that covered her up to the thighs.
The shirt's collar hugged her pale throat, which Himl instinctively grabbed.
Her breathing spiked, and every breath she took made the shirt pull, the skirt sway, a thin shield he'd tear to pieces.
"Unbutton the shirt," he said, his voice low. "Slowly. Show you're worth my ti."
Siersha's lips parted, a shaky breath slipping out, but she obeyed.
Her fingers moved slowly, popping each button with a soft click.
The black fabric split to reveal her collarbone, her chest, the curve between her breasts.
The shirt hung open, slipping off one shoulder, and Himl stared at her extravagant bra.
"Were you aware of what's going to happen here?" Himl asked, lowering his hand to squeeze her breast roughly.
"N-no." She whimpered, feeling him on her skin.
Himl narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
'...She is lying.'
He could tell, but that confused him even more.
How would she know?
"Ahn~"
Her sudden moan made him snap out of his thoughts.
He stepped closer, her heat slamming into him, her jasmine-like scent flooding his head.
She didn't move as he hugged her softly to unhook her bra.
The strap loosened, and the bra fell down to the ground, revealing her ample breasts.
"From now on, you will do as I command," he ordered, circling her, his voice slow. "There won't be a Siersha, only a toy for to play with."
A flash of anger appeared in her eyes as she glared at him. "Don't get ahead of yourself—."
Slap!
A slap on her hip made her wince in pain as her face turned scarlet from humiliation.
"Am I clear?" Himl asked, his voice sharp.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice a fragile plea, aching for his nod. "I'll do or be whatever you want."
He stopped behind her, his hand shooting out to seize her hair, yanking her head back so hard she gasped, her neck arching.
In this position, Himl leaned forward and his lips t hers.
Siersha returned the kiss, albeit a lot more roughly, as if trying to soak him in.
Himl's other hand moved as he unbuttoned her skirt, leaving her only with her panties.
He let go of her hair, stepping to the bedside table where a candle burned, the wax pooling like liquid fire.
He picked it up, tilting it, his cock stirring at the thought of marking her.
Breaking her pride till she begged for more.
"Hands behind your back," he said, his voice a cold order, testing her.
"What, why?"
Even though confused, Siersha moved fast, placing her hands behind her.
Himl grabbed a smooth silk scarf from the bed and tied her wrists tight, the fabric digging into her skin.
"H-Himl?"
She whimpered, the sound hitting him like a drug, her bound wrists pulling her shoulders back.
The binding wasn't just physical—it told her she was his to control, her freedom gone.
"On your knees," he said, standing in front of her, the candle in hand, his eyes locked on hers.
Still staring into her eyes, she slowly got down gracefully.
"Beg for it," he said, tilting the candle, letting a drop of wax fall on her shoulder.
"Hisss, H-Himl?"
It hit with a sizzle, her body jerking as the wax hardened, a white mark on her skin.
"Tell you're nothing without ."
"Please," Siersha whimpered, staring into his eyes. "I'm nothing, Himl. Make yours."
He sneered, dripping another drop on her chest.
She gasped, her bound wrists twitching, the scarf creaking, her voice louder. "Himl, stop!"
"Beg for it."
"A-alright, I'm sorry. Let go, Master." She whimpered, giving him a pitiful look.
That was it.
Himl placed the candle back as his hands were on her, savage and unforgiving, grabbing her shoulders, fingers digging into her flesh.
"Ahn~ Himl~."
His hands road, brutal, squeezing her chest, her hips, his fingers bruising her thighs.
His touch ruthless, claiming every inch of her trembling body.
"Open my pants," he said, his voice a harsh command, his eyes daring her to hesitate. "Use your mouth. Show you're worth sothing."
She leaned forward, her bound wrists making her sway, her lips trembling as she opened his button, pulling it down.
An audible gulp rang in the room as she looked at his size.
Instead of fear, her arousal increased, clear by the way her face turned blank than a smile creeped on her face.
Himl grabbed a handful of her beautiful hair, bringing her closer. "Suck it."
Siersha's breath hitched, a soft, aroused whimper escaping as she leaned forward, her bound wrists making her sway, her lips parting to take him in.
The wet, sloppy sound of her mouth wrapping around him filled the room.
"Ahn~. Argh."
A slick, sucking noise that mixed with her muffled moan, high and needy, vibrating through him.
She worked him slowly at first, her tongue swirling, teasing, the heat of her mouth unreal, pulling a low, throaty growl from Himl, his hips twitching.
Her lips stretched tight, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, wet, greedy sounds echoing with every bob of her head.
"Urgh."
Her crimson eyes locked on his, tears welling, each desperate moan she made dripping with arousal, driving him wild.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough, a primal groan breaking free as he thrust deeper.
Her flexibility letting her head tilt back, her mouth wide open, perfect for him.
Her gags were loud, wet, choking sounds, mixing with her shuddering moans.
Her tongue working frantically, slick and hot, the sloppy noises growing louder.
"Relax your throat and keep eye contact."
Himl ordered, and she complied in an instant.
His cock slid deeper into her throat, making her harder to breathe.
"Deeper," he snarled, his voice a harsh command, his hand yanking her hair harder, forcing her to take him fully.
"Urghh."
A deep, hungry groan spilled from his lips as her throat convulsed around him.
She struggled, her breath ragged, a desperate, choking moan muffled by his cock.
"I'm cumming!"
Himl groaned, slamming his cock deeper into her throat.
His cock twitched in her mouth while she kept eye contact with him till the end.
He started releasing his sen into her mouth.
Glup. Glup.
The sound of Siersha gulping down everything echoed in the room.
He pulled out of her.
A sharp, needy moan spilled from her lips, spit trailing from her swollen mouth.
She gasped, her chest heaving, a trembling, aroused whimper escaping as she looked up at him, her face flushed.
"Did you like it?" she asked, winking at him.
'...This fucking bitch.'
He yanked her up by her bound wrists and slamd her down onto the floor, face-down, her cheek grinding into the floor.
Himl ripped off her panties, the only thing left, soaked and clinging to her.
He folded her legs, using her flexibility, bending her until her ankles grazed her head, her bound wrists trapped under her, the scarf cutting deep.
She whimpered. "Be rougher."
"Shut up!" Himl yelled, slapping her bare butt hard.
She whimpered and moaned as if enjoying the pain.
Roughly yanking her body, he made her lay on her back as he brought his face closer to her breast.
"Hng! Ahn~."
He roughly sucked on her areola, making her moan in pleasure.
Siersha tried to move away from the intense stimulation, but Himl pushed her down with his body.
Slowly, he sank his teeth, biting onto her nipple until marks appeared on them.
Her heated body turning every pain into pleasure.
"Harder~."
She whimpered while Himl played with her navel.
The pleasure built up in her body, forming all the stimulation.
And...
Just when Himl reached down, pushing his finger inside her womanhood—
"Haah!"
Siersha let out an audible gasp that filled the room.
The mont his middle finger rubbed against her bumpy part, Siersha grabbed his hand tightly.
"Himl~."
She tried to push him away, but he didn't even budge.
He continued to finger her roughly while all she could do was feel it.
"Hn!"
Her legs spread vulgarly as an intense orgasm hit her mind until it turned completely blank.
She couldn't even moan properly as her vulva tightened and loosened around his finger.
And just when he removed his hand—
Splurt!
Her hips rose up slightly as she vulgarly spilled her nectar all over the place.
Now, the entire room slled of her arousal as she panted, struggling to breathe.
Her blurry eyes caught Himl taking off his remaining clothes.
"..."
She gulped as he road over her with that cold look on his face.
"Beg for it."
Himl whispered, slapping her face.
She took in shallow breaths as she moved her bound hands.
Siersha slowly spread her own flesh for him.
Her lewd pink flesh twitched as if tempting him.
"Please." She whimpered, giving him a slutty look. "Put it inside~."
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