"Haang!~Ahhnnng!~Haahnnng!~"
"Tell me what you want me to do or I just might feel like extending this for a day."
"I..Ahhhng...I want you to...Hnnng!~...pour your seed inside me~...Hhaaang!~"
"Aren't you quite the noble slut for craving another man's seed despite being married. But let me grant you your wish, Nnngnh!~"
As hours passed in the dark hall of the tower, a sensual scene unfolded as the regal and aloof lady of House Thorne, found herself ensnared in an exquisite web of desire. Nobody who knew her could even imagine hearing such loud, silky moans or such obscene words coming out of her cold, dignified lips. She was infamously known for being extremely cold and ruthless, being able to take any hard decision without any hesitation.
Nobody had ever seen her get angry, sad, or happy. At this point, people had come to accept that the Thrones, like Esther and her husband, had their facial muscles become dormant from having their emotions severed.
Even if they might feel any emotion, people thought it wouldn't show on their faces due to how their facial muscles had adapted to their corpse-like demeanor.
People wouldn't dare to get close to or interact with them since it felt no different than trying to talk to a corpse…powerful one at that.
Yet now, her once frigid demeanor has been shattered, leaving only a quivering mass of insatiable need in its wake.
Esther's heart was beating wildly within her chest as she felt the heat emanating from this alien's monstrous member, filling her up each time he forced himself into her.
The cool metal chains that bind her to the stone walls seem almost cruel now, trapping her in this moment of unparalleled ecstasy. A soft whimper escaped her lips, each time she strained against her restraints, desperate for more contact, more sensation without her realizing it.
His strong hands were dipping into her silken tresses, fisting them tightly, keeping her head pulled back, exposing her reddened delicate neck while ravaging her from behind and clutching her neck hard enough to choke her from time to time. And at times, he would shift her hand to either pinch her clit hard or firmly squeeze her reddened breasts together. Or the most intimate one was when he would pull her tongue out with his hot mouth and ravage it within his scorching embrace.
Her pale body was riddled with red marks from head to toe, and yet the pain was the last thing in her mind, especially when her lower abdomen was filled to the brim and warm with his seed.
With each savage thrust, Asher claimed ownership over Esther's trembling body, driving deeper and harder until she could barely breathe. Droplets of sweat slapped out of their skin each time their glistening bodies slammed against each other.
She writhed beneath him, mewling pitifully as the waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again while his tongue occasionally licked along her warm nape.
She had lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed and lost the sense of time.
It was too late when she realized that he had tricked her with his words, taking advantage of her desperate situation to make her say the words he wanted her to say, hoping he would stop.
But all he did was use the same words as his excuse, "I never said I 'will' stop. But I 'may' stop if you keep saying the magical words to my satisfaction. If you don't…I can keep doing this all day and more."
The blindfold that covered her eyes did nothing to dull the intensity of the experience; if anything, it heightened her other senses, making each touch, each taste, all the more potent.
She never knew there existed emotions and sensations that could make one lose touch with reality. She now realized why her ancestors always stressed that they should never take their training lightly and that they had to suppress their emotions due to how dangerous they could get.
But even after all the harsh training she went through for decades, how could a junior break everything she learned like this?
Not only did her willpower crumble, but she couldn't even control a single muscle or nerve in her body.
Her mouth hung open, tongue darting out to wet her dry lips as her body begged for release. She knew Asher was an enemy of her House and that he deserved to become their slave for every offense he did towards their House.
And yet she was ashamed of herself upon feeling her body craving for his monstrous meaty member and for feeling so good to the point she had thoughts of wanting to continue this instead of trying to make him stop.
But while she was busy battling with her mind and body, Asher showed no mercy, mercilessly continuing his assault on her willing flesh while choking the air out of her lungs.
Every muscle in Esther's body coiled tight, tension building higher and higher until it threatened to consume her whole for the umpteenth time.
And then, just when she thought she could not bear another second, the storm broke loose.
"HAAAANNNNG!~~"
A keening wail ripped free from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, leaving her limp and panting, her knees relaxing as she hung freely in the air while being suspended by the chains.
She couldn't feel her body at all! It was as if her nerves and muscles had spent every wisp of energy and expelled every wisp of mana whenever she orgasmed. Now she literally felt as if she was floating in thin air and never did she feel so light and free.
She couldn't even collect her thoughts or make sense of her surroundings through her blurred vision.
Asher released her hair, and grabbed her chin as he forced her eyes, cloudy with lust and desire to look at him, "Look at you…You felt the peak dozens of times, and yet your eyes are telling me they want more even if your body can't handle it anymore."
Esther's chin quivered as she struggled to even focus on his words as the passion she was feeling in her body was so fierce, it burned away even the darkest corners of her soul.
Asher looked at her messy state with a look of amusement, knowing that one of the reasons she was so out of it was because she had never felt such things before.
How could a person possibly know how to resist what they have never felt before? But even if she knew, it wouldn't make much difference in the outcome.
"Why don't you sleep it off and then we can talk about the things you are going to do for me now that you lost."
"Hnn…" Esther let out a weak groan, faintly hearing his words though in the next moment, she felt a wave of exhaustion and fatigue crashing down on her, making her vision blurry and darker as her eyelids fully closed.
Back at the foreboding edifice of Dreadthorne Castle, Lord Thorin strode purposefully onto the grand front porch, his stern visage set in stoic lines.
With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he uttered the name "Sabina" in a clipped tone, betraying no emotion.
Before long, the sleek form of his daughter materialized from within the shadows of the entrance hall, gliding soundlessly toward him. She executed a flawless curtsy before meeting her father's back with her gaze, her expression one of calm serenity.
"Yes, Father?" she queried softly, a slight upturn of her lips.
Thorin regarded her coolly, his piercing pale red eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke, "Your mother…she has been gone for quite some time. It isn't like her to ignore her other duties," There was a faint note of uncertainty lurking beneath his customary mask of indifference.
Sabina raised an eyebrow, and the corners of her lips tempted her to giggle. Yet she maintained her composure, "Fear not, Father," she assured him, flashing a reassuring smile, "Mother tends to lose track of time whenever she becomes engrossed in her work. I daresay our future depends on such dedication, so perhaps she believes her other obligations may wait."
Lord Thorin grunted noncommittally, acknowledging his daughter's wisdom with a brief nod, feeling that maybe there was no reason to doubt if Esther would get the job done.
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Meanwhile, within the ominous darkness of a lone tower, Esther fought desperately to restore her disheveled appearance after the tumultuous yet humiliating encounter with that alien with the nightmarish sword.
Whenever the image of that thick, scalding hot member flashed in her mind, she winced, trying to rip apart that image, dreading it like a nightmare.
She had never feared anyone or anything. Yet that thing…it was the most terrifying weapon in her eyes that broke her will, more than she wanted to admit.
Despite her best efforts, lingering traces of exhaustion weighed heavily upon her limbs, particularly around down there which felt so sore and hot to the point she wished to immerse herself in a tub of ice cold water.
She couldn't handle the hot and sticky atmosphere in this tower anymore.
However, no sooner had she managed to slip into her opulent dark blue gown than the unmistakable aroma of Asher's masculine scent invaded her nostrils, causing her heart to skip several beats. She stiffened involuntarily, recalling vividly each passionate moment shared between them – both those instigated by himself and those eagerly sought out by her body's wanton desires.
From behind, Asher approached silently, attired in resplendent black robes that accentuated his imposing stature.
Upon seeing him, Esther reflexively tensed further, averting her gaze in a futile attempt to hide the shameful and irate emotions roiling within her breast.
Thinking about those words he made her shout in between and how he treated her like a brothel girl made her nerves roll on themselves.
Amused by her reaction, Asher leaned in conspiratorially, whispering silkily, "There is no reason to feel ashamed or resentful for indulging in pleasures long denied. You know full well how much enjoyment you derived from our union, and deep down, I sense that your yearning for more remains unquenched. But fret not…our business relationship has barely begun."
