CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: DESPAIR

Reader Advisory: The following Chapter contains explicit, intense erotic content with themes of domination, betrayal, and non-consensual elements, which may be disturbing or triggering for some audiences; please read with caution and discretion.

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After some hours

After that again suffocating slumber, Luna stirred awake, her golden eyes fluttering open, heavy with the weight of betrayal and forced enchantment. Her body remained bound, ropes biting into her wrists, thighs, and torso, the coarse fibers chafing her sensitive skin, soaked with the musky scent of her own sweat and the sticky, shameful residue of her cum staining her underwear.

The metallic tang of blood flooded her mouth again—fresh, iron-sharp, coating her tongue and throat, making her gag and drool, saliva mixing with the coppery flood to drip down her chin, pooling on her heaving chest.

She blinked hard, vision clearing, and there he was—Aiden, his white hair clinging to his sweat-slicked cheeks, golden eyes boring into her with insatiable hunger, a predator’s gaze that promised to devour her whole.

His half-naked body, bare except for tight pants, radiated raw heat, the air thick with the pungent scent of fresh sex, his musk mingling with something intoxicatingly primal, invading her nostrils and stirring her traitorous pussy to throb against the ropes.

"....You," she whispered, voice hoarse, energy drained, her body trembling with exhaustion and lingering despair.

Bound to a chair in a dim, cavernous room—location unknown, save for a flickering lamp on a stool casting eerie shadows—she realized she could speak now, the gag loosened just enough. She could scream for help, call for salvation.

But before she could muster the will, Aiden’s voice cut through like a blade, laced with seduction and menace. "....Luna... I warn you, if you dare scream, it won’t be Flora I fuck in front of you... it’ll be your own luscious mother, her tight cunt screaming for my cock..."

Luna’s eyes widened, golden irises blazing with a spark of magic, defiance flickering but fading fast under the weight of his threat.

She wanted to rage, to curse him as a filthy peasant, to summon her wrath and burn him to ash—but nothing came.

The fire that once fueled her was snuffed out, replaced by a hollow exhaustion, and her broken trust.

Her hunger gnawing at her belly, and the soul-crushing despair of Flora’s betrayal echoing in her mind. Those words—Flora’s vow to "take care of Luna," to "send her off"—replayed like a tormenting mantra. There had been no resistance, no coercion; Flora had surrendered everything to Aiden willingly, her voice dripping with obsession as she offered her body, her name, her world.

Luna’s fight felt futile—how could she save someone who didn’t want saving, a childhood friend who’d discarded her without a second thought?

".....What do you want?" she rasped, voice breaking. "Leave me alone, I won’t interfere ...anymore," she bellowed, desperation cracking her tone.

Aiden’s smile was wicked, predatory, seeing through her lies like glass. Her resistance was crumbling, softened by the blood he’d fed her, laced with his dark charm—making her moist most of the time, but it wasn’t enough.

She was teetering on the edge of temporary possession, but her hatred burned too fiercely, a wildfire he hadn’t fully tamed. Letting her go now would spell ruin; she needed to be broken further, bound to his will.

Erasing her memories, as he’d done with Catherine, was tempting but too tame for his sadistic hunger. No, Luna’s fiery spirit—those blazing golden eyes, her striking red hair, her young, luscious body—ignited something primal in him. He wanted to toy with her, tease her, drown her in amplified emotions until she begged to be his.

"....You know what..." Aiden purred, voice dripping with dark honey, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"..I’m gonna fuck your mother raw..." He muttered casually...

Luna stiffened, body rigid against the ropes. "....Don’t you dare!" she bellowed, voice trembling with fury. " Don’t you fucking DARE you PEASANT!."

Aiden’s smile widened, his hand grazing his chin, biting his pinky nail in twisted excitement, the gesture making his cock twitch visibly in his pants.

"...Why not? Oh, don’t worry, I won’t just fuck her in private—I’ll make you watch, like with Flora, her screaming as I pound her dripping pussy into submission.."

"...NOOO!....You fiend, you bastard!" Luna roared, thrashing against the ropes, the fibers scraping her clit and nipples, sending unwanted jolts of pleasure through her.

"Fuck you! If you touch a hair on my mother, I’ll burn you... I’ll burn you, you PEASANT..."

Aiden rose slowly, unfazed by her threats, his grin spreading like wildfire. He grabbed the lamp from the stool, sitting on it with deliberate ease, holding the flickering light to illuminate her rage-filled face, her golden eyes glowing with defiance and tears.

"....You already know it’s useless, all your pathetic struggles," he mocked, voice cutting like a whip. "You couldn’t even save your own friend, and she discarded you like trash..."

"...You.." she choked, thrashing weakening, his words slicing into her soul. He was right—so horribly right—and she hated how her heart accepted it, despair swallowing her fight.

"...And if you think your Aunt Cathe will listen to you, think again..." He paused, savoring the torment, his voice a seductive serenade of cruelty.

"She begs for my cock every time we meet, her noble cunt gushing for me... your struggles are hopeless, Luna..." He laughed, a smirk curling at her quivering lips, her despair a feast for his eyes.

[Emotion amplification

Acquiring target: Luna...success.]

[Luna D Merlin

Status: Charmed Possession

Personality: despair/broken/bit aroused.]

’Amplify despair... push it to the maximum,’ he commanded silently, his magic pulsing through the air.

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "You know what... not just your cousin Flora, not just your Aunt Cathe, who don’t give a fuck about you....." He trailed off, letting the silence cut deeper. "...Even your uncle doesn’t care about you," he lied, the words slipping out like poisoned silk.

Luna’s lips trembled, eyes moistening, tears threatening to spill. She’d come to this mansion to revel with her family, against her mother’s warnings, insisting on this reunion. But now regret clawed at her, her arrival a mistake.

"Let me be clearer," Aiden hissed, standing again, bending toward her until his mocking face was inches from hers, his breath hot and musky, stirring her traitorous arousal. "You’ve been missing for three fucking days... three days I’ve had you bound here..." Another lie, delivered with chilling ease.

"And do you know what? Nobody fucking cared!" He bellowed, voice booming. "Nobody searched for you, nobody spoke your name!"

Luna wept openly, head bowing, trying to hide her weakness, but her shaking body betrayed her, ropes chafing her sensitive skin, her pussy clenching despite her anguish. Aiden’s sneer widened, feeding on her brokenness.

"...Your own mother... didn’t say shit..." he taunted, voice dripping with false pity, lies sweet as honey.

"...N..no..." she whispered, heart fracturing further.

"And you know what!" Aiden roared, excitement surging through his veins, his cock straining painfully against his pants. "I’ve been keeping her company, your whore of a mother..." He leaned closer, eyes blazing. "...I see it, Luna—her lustful thoughts, her dripping cunt craving my cock. She wants me to fuck her, and I’ll gladly oblige..."

"...No... please.. no..." Luna whimpered, legs trembling, heart quivering, fear and despair drowning her like the darkness around her.

[Personality: utter despair]

Aiden inhaled deeply, like a chef savoring a dish nearly ready, needing just a touch more spice. "....I didn’t hear you," he growled, voice low and menacing.

"...Please, I beg you, not my mother..." she sobbed, tears streaming onto her thighs, soaking the ropes, her bound body shaking.

Aiden seized her hair, yanking it hard, forcing her tear-streaked face to meet his cold, unyielding eyes. "You nobles... thinking ’please’ and orders can smooth things over, calling us peasants, calling me

peasant." His voice was venomous, rage simmering. "How dare you... how DARE YOU try to RUIN my plans..."

"....." Luna only cried, eyes red, pain from his grip mingling with despair, welcoming it as a distraction but finding no relief.

"How fucking dare you..." He snarled, pointing a finger, wrath spilling out. "How fucking dare you lay your shitty hands on My Akidna..." Truth bled through his lies now, raw anger at the marks on Akidna’s neck fueling his fury.

"She can’t even drink water properly!!!!" He roared, shaking her head, messing her twin-tailed hairstyle into wild disarray.

"...I’m... I’m sorry..." she whispered, nose running, tears mixing with snot.

"Fuck you and your fucking sorry!" He bellowed, shoving her hair away, his hand trembling with rage. "The attitude... oh, the fucking superiority you lot possess... I want to crush it, put you nobles on your knees, begging for my cock..."

"...S....sorry..." she whimpered again, voice breaking.

Aiden paced, breathing heavily, in and out, trying to rein in his wrath, his cock throbbing with the need to dominate. He’d gone off script, but the marks on Akidna still burned in his mind, urging him to break Luna further. He stopped before her, looming like a predator.

"Look up..." he commanded.

Silence. She kept crying, hoping for pity. Pity that would never come.

"I said.... LOOK UP!" He roared, voice shaking the room.

Luna shrieked, jerking her head up in fear, tears streaming, makeup smeared in black streaks, her golden eyes wide with terror and a flicker of hope.

"....I’ll let Flora go...." He lied.

"I’ll let Cathe go..." Another lie, smooth as silk.

"...I won’t even touch your mother..." He said, controlling his tone, the final lie delivered with chilling precision.

Her crying halted, eyes widening, a dim light of hope piercing her despair, fragile but undeniable. As in total darkness, even a dim light Shone like the sun.

"....Really?" she asked, voice small, innocent.

Aiden nodded, feigning compassion, his acting flawless as if her tears had softened him. Then, with deliberate slowness, he unzipped his pants, stepping closer until his waist hovered before her face.

"....but.."

He pulled out his bulge, his massive cock springing free—thick, veined, pulsing with heat, pre-cum beading at the tip like dew.

Slap!

He slapped it across her face, the heavy length covering her cheek, the girth overwhelming, dwarfing her delicate features, the musky scent flooding her senses, making her bound pussy clench involuntarily.

"...You have to sacrifice yourself.... become my slave, my personal cumslut," he growled, voice thick with greed and lust, his cock swelling harder against her shocked face, smearing pre-cum across her lips.

"You’ll kneel for me, beg for my dick, let me fuck every hole until you’re dripping with my seed, worshipping me like the filthy peasant god I am."