CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: SLAVERY

Her will was crushed.... Finally.

[Emotion amplification]

[Lust]

[Luna D Merlin

Status: Charmed Possession Temporary possession

Personality: Broken/ bit Aroused Horny]

[Ember: 94% 54%]

’Fuck, her hate is still too strong....or...did I broke her too much...’ Aiden thought. As she watched her golden eyes change. A Broken woman to needy one.

She could feel the scorching heat radiating from his massive, throbbing cock pressed flush against her cheek, like a branding iron searing her flushed skin, marking her as his filthy property.

The stench—no, the intoxicating perfume—of his thick, sticky cum mingled with the raw, addictive musk of his sweat-soaked balls, assaulting her nostrils like a drug she couldn’t resist inhaling deeper, her lungs filling with the heady, primal aroma that made her head spin and her pussy clench involuntarily, juices dripping down her thighs in hot, shameful rivulets.

’Oh gods, why does it smell so fucking good? Like pure sin I want to drown in,’ she thought, her mind fracturing between revulsion and ravenous hunger. If... if he was saying the truth. If he would do what he promised, sparing them all from his insatiable cock’s wrath.

Then, Flora, Aunt Cathe, and more importantly, her own, mother—they would all be safe from his ravaging thrusts, his cum-flooding invasions that turned women into begging whores.

Flora had hurt her, betrayed her with moans of ecstasy that still echoed in Luna’s ears, but fuck, she still loved her—saw her as her own flesh, her sister in blood, her cousin whose tight pussy she’d once fantasized about tasting in secret midnight dreams, her best friend freed from the smudge of his corrupting seed.

Aunt Cathe would escape the adulterous pounding that could shatter her marriage to Uncle Augustus, no more secret fucks leaving her dripping and marked.

And Mother... oh, Mother. Forgive me, forgive me of what I’m about to do.

’Mother.... Mother, I’m so sorry,’ she thought, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest, blood rushing to her swollen clit as arousal betrayed her despair.

’But... this is for your safety, for everyone’s safety... I’ll whore myself out, take every inch of his cock down my throat, let him flood my holes until I’m a broken cum-dump, just to keep you all pure.’ Her will ignited back, not for rebellion, but for utter, self-destructive sacrifice, her nipples hardening into aching peaks against her sweat-drenched gown, her pussy throbbing with a wet, insistent pulse that demanded she spread her legs and beg for his violation.

"....Will you... will you really leave everyone alone...?" she gasped, her voice a husky whisper laced with desperate lust, her golden eyes locking onto his, pleading and hungry, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as if already tasting his precum.

Aiden’s lips curled into a predatory grin, his hand wrapping around his veiny, rock-hard dick—as he swung it lazily, the heavy shaft slapping against her cheek with a wet ’smack’ that echoed like a promise of endless debauchery, leaving a glistening trail of his precum smeared across her skin, hot and sticky like molten desire.

"....Yes..." he growled, his voice a low, filthy rumble that vibrated straight to her core, making her clit twitch and her inner walls spasm with need.

Slap!

The cock-whip stung her other cheek, the impact sending jolts of electric pleasure-pain racing down her spine, her mouth watering at the salty tang of his essence that splashed onto her lips, her breath coming in ragged pants as she fought the urge to lick it off like a starving slut.

".....I...." he continued, drawing out the word like a torturous tease, his free hand tangling in her fiery red hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, his golden eyes devouring her like she was his next meal.

Slap!!!

Harder this time, the massive head of his cock colliding with her jaw, the force making her moan involuntarily, a deep, throaty sound that betrayed how soaked her pussy was, her juices pooling beneath her on the chair, the scent of her arousal mixing with his in a heady, fuck-drenched fog that clouded her mind.

"....Would..." he snarled, his hips bucking slightly, thrusting his cock forward for emphasis, the veiny length grinding against her nose, forcing her to inhale his addictive musk deeper, her body trembling as waves of unwanted heat crashed through her.

Slap!!!!

He swung his dick for the fourth time, slap!—this one landing directly on her soft, luscious lips, the plump flesh parting slightly under the impact, his precum oozing onto her lips like a forbidden nectar, sweet and salty, making her whimper with a mix of hate and insatiable craving.

The slap reverberated through her, her lips tingling, swelling with blood as if begging for more abuse, her mouth flooding with saliva at the promise of swallowing him whole.

"...If you are done thinking... you know what to do.." he commanded, his voice dripping with possessive filth, his cock twitching against her mouth, leaking more precum that dribbled down her chin, hot and viscous, marking her as his eager whore.

Luna nodded haplessly, her golden eyes glazed with submission and simmering lust, her mouth finally opening wide like a greedy cavern, her pink tongue lolling out, flat and inviting, as she licked the underside of his hot, burning staff with long, slow drags—savoring the ridges of his veins, the salty-sweet flavor exploding on her taste buds like an aphrodisiac overdose.

"Mmmph... fuck, it tastes so good... so thick and dirty," she moaned around the tip, her voice muffled and desperate, her tongue swirling around the bulbous head, flicking into the slit to lap up every drop of precum, her lips stretching obscenely as she directed his monstrous dick inside, inside her soft, wet, bloodstained mouth that still carried the metallic tang.

Aiden closed his eyes in a surge of blinding pleasure, his hips rocking forward instinctively as he felt the velvety heat of her mouth envelop him.

her tongue cradling his shaft like a worshipper’s altar, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with untrained but fervent hunger, her saliva drooling down his length in sloppy rivers.

"Fuck yes, you little cum-hungry slave... take it deeper, choke on my cock like the whore you were born to be," he groaned, his voice a guttural command, his balls tightening with the need to flood her throat.

It was not just the pleasure from her quivering, sloppy sucking—her lips stretching taut around his girth, her tongue lashing wildly against the underside, her throat convulsing in desperate attempts to accommodate him—but the triumphant finishing of his long, agonizing cooking.

The salt of her tears, the spice of her broken spirit, all blended into this perfect dish of degradation. And now it was finally... finally ready.

His masterpiece. He thought as he looked down at her, her fiery red hair disheveled and sweat-matted, her golden eyes watering as she tried to swallow more of his dick with untrained lips that puckered and slurped messily, her untrained mouth flooding with spit that bubbled at the corners.

Her untrained throat gagging softly with each inch she forced down, her body writhing in the chair as her pussy ached for attention, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat.

But he was not worried; oh no, he would train her from now on, train her to be his perfect slave, his OWN personal slave, his own cumslut who begged for facials and creampies, his own high-mana-powered debauchery tool to drain and recharge on command, his own charger to fuel his endless lust.

"I’m gonna fuck your mouth every goddamn day, stretch that pretty throat until you can deepthroat me without gagging, turn you into my perfect cocksleeve," he hissed, his hand fisting her hair tighter, pulling her head forward inch by torturous inch, her lips sliding down his shaft with wet, sucking pops, her tongue never stopping its frantic swirling, tasting every vein, every pulse of his arousal.

’....Ohhhh how I will break you.... again make you.... and again break you...’ he schemed in his mind, Akidna’s cough still vivid, her fragile throat marked by this bitch’s cruelty—fueling his rage into a sadistic vow. He could not, he could never let it slide.

He knew he was sensitive, and if someone even scratched what was his, all hell would break loose and rain chaos in their fucking life. And as always, thriving in chaos was his specialty because at the end of chaos, he would come out supreme. Always.

"You thought you could hurt what’s mine? Now I’ll ruin you from the inside out, make you crave my cum like air," he snarled, his cock twitching violently in her mouth at the thought.

’You crushed her throat from the outside, I will crush your throat from the inside,’ he decided, as he slowly grabbed her hair with both hands now, yanking her forward like a ragdoll, and before she could blink or brace, he plunged inside—all the way through the end of her mouth to the deep, virgin depths of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin with a wet ’thwack’, his girth stretching her esophagus like a brutal invasion, her throat bulging visibly around his massive cock.

"Ohhhh!" She growled in raw, muffled ecstasy and agony, her throat suddenly tight and convulsing, her eyes tearing up from the overwhelming gag reflex that made her body spasm, drool exploding from her lips in messy strands that dripped onto her heaving breasts, her pussy gushing fresh juices as the degradation ignited a forbidden fire between her legs.

"Gggghhhkkk... f-fuck... it’s too big... choking me... " she gargled around his shaft, her words garbled into wet, desperate pleas, her tongue still trying to lick and worship even as tears streamed down her face.

"....I will train you well...Call me... Master from now on." He voiced, his tone dripping with dark possession, as he slowly moved his waist—pulling back just enough to let her gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock, before slamming back in with a savage thrust, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm that filled the room with the obscene symphony of flesh on flesh.

As she gargled his massive dick, not just with her mouth but with the full, brutal depth of her throat—her muscles milking him like a velvet vice, her gags turning into throaty moans that vibrated around his shaft, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his balls—she bobbed her head desperately, taking him deeper with each sloppy, cum-lubricated plunge, her cheeks hollowing, lips stretched to their limit, tongue lashing wildly against his veins.

Glock! Glock! Glock! Glock!

The gulping sounds echoed like thunderous applause for her submission, wet and rhythmic, saliva splattering everywhere as he face-fucked her harder, faster, his balls slapping her chin in a hypnotic beat—’smack, smack, smack’—his grunts mixing with her muffled screams of ecstasy,

"Yes, choke on it, you filthy slave... swallow every inch or I’ll fuck your throat raw until you pass out cumming!"

He didn’t hold back, thrusting like a beast unleashed, his cock hammering her tonsils, bruising her throat from the inside as promised, her body convulsing in waves of forced orgasms—her pussy squirting untouched onto the floor in hot, splashing arcs, her nipples rock-hard and begging to be pinched.

"Cum for me while you choke, Luna... feel my cock owning your soul!" he roared, his hips a blur, pounding her face like a piston, the room reeking of sweat, cum, and her squirting nectar.

Glock! Glock! Glock! Glock! Glock!

Deeper, harder, endless—her throat a sleeve for his rage and lust, her gags turning to worshipful moans as she surrendered completely, her body a trembling mess of drool and juices, climax after climax ripping through her until she was nothing but his broken, addicted toy.

And as the gulping sounds echoed louder, beyond the light, to the darkness at the side, Akidna and Flora lay tangled in bed, sleeping in exhausted, cum-drenched bliss, their voluptuous bodies sprawled naked and glistening, pussies swollen and gaping from hours of savage fucking.

Thick rivers of Aiden’s white sperm leaking profusely from their stretched holes, pooling between their thighs in sticky puddles that shimmered in the dim light, their moans still faintly echoing in dreams of endless, cock-worshipping ecstasy.

Glock! Glock! Glock! Glock! Glock!