Volume 4 Chapter 96 Great Reversal Reconciliation*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Dark chains coiled relentlessly around her wrists, layer upon heavy layer. Her arms weren’t just bound in front; they were forced back, wrenched behind her waist and lashed together so tightly that her range of motion was effectively zero.
These weren’t ordinary shackles.
Even as replicas of Talia’s own creation, they were etched with a ¹concealment circuit that forced the wearer into a state of “Hidden Form.” It rendered her useless. She couldn’t use ²Physical Ability Enhancement to snap the links, nor could she tap into the mana needed to flee. The originals were far more lethal, but even these fakes were formidable enough to completely neutralize a man with the monstrous strength of a ³High Vampire.
(I was careless… to think I’d be trussed up by this pig!) Talia thought.
Talia ground her teeth, watching as Kian used Earth Magic to sprout jagged stone stakes from the floor. He took the trailing ends of the chains-the ones already cinched around her ankles-and lashed them firmly to the rock.
She lay there, sprawled helplessly on a grimy mat.
The irony wasn’t lost on her; she had manifested both the mat and the chains herself. She was literally bound by her own design.
She was still dressed in her wine-red blouse with its elegant ribbon, her indigo miniskirt, and her black tights. She’d already kicked off her boots, leaving her feet bare. Worse, she had discarded her panties earlier in a fit of overconfidence. Now, the thin fabric of her tights was the only thing pressing against her bare, unprotected heat.
Aside from her bare feet and the lack of underwear, she still looked every bit the high-born lady. After all, the body’s original host, Lyritisse, was a daughter of nobility. That fact only made the scene before her look all the more depraved.
”Curse you, you pig! Kian! Undo these at once! Do it now, and I might still find it in me to forgive you!” Talia screamed.
She struggled against her bonds, the links of the chains clattering as she fruitlessly rubbed her wrists together.
The naked ⁴Azraelian youth finished securing the stakes and loomed over her. He stood tall, looking down at his former Master with a predatory grin.
”Serves you right, Talia. Hands bound behind your back, legs pinned by iron… sprawled on a mat like a prisoner of war. The grime on that blouse and the way your tights are bunching up-it really completes the ‘fallen princess’ look,” Kian said.
”Be silent! Do you even realize what you’re doing? I only took revenge on you because you thrashed me in the mansion! If you treat me like this again, there will be no turning back for us! This is it-eat or be eaten! Master or slave!” Talia yelled.
”Oh? So there is also a scenario where you fall from grace and become my s*x slave?” Kian asked.
”There is not! Do you have a death wish, you pig!?” Talia snapped.
She was livid. The veins in her neck and temples throbbed with her soaring blood pressure.
She didn’t know what kind of twisted satisfaction the boy was taking in this reversal, but Talia certainly hadn’t intended to be the one on the floor. She had only loosened his chains because she’d felt a pang of guilt for pushing her slave too far. She’d hurried to check his wounds, and he’d exploited that moment of weakness.
He was smirking now, but she wasn’t playing hard to get. This wasn’t an invitation.
(Damn it… it’s no use. I can’t find any strength! My mana is being forcibly suppressed… I’m stuck in Hidden Form! I can’t even trigger a basic earth spell, let alone a physical buff. I have to analyze the ‘shifting circuit’ of these chains, and I have to do it now…) Talia realized.
”This is bad,” Kian purred. “Seeing you rolled over and helpless like this is incredibly hot. I’m getting a serious hard-on.”
”You foul creature! Wait-h-hyah…?! You! Why is it so… massive?! The sheer volume is-” Talia gasped.
”Volume? Heh. Yeah, I guess it is,” Kian replied.
The naked male knelt behind her, stroking his own length as he pressed his knees against her back. Talia craned her neck, her eyes widening at the dark, towering shadow rising behind her.
Despite the chill of the night air inside the shack, his rod was radiating a visible mist of steam. The blood pressure within it was reaching impossible, terrifying levels of engorgement. It looked like a single stray heartbeat would cause the entire thing to rupture from the sheer, extreme tension.
His p**is had transformed into a massive, eight-inch rod of pure punishment.
”Maybe it’s because you put that ejection stopper on my c**k earlier. Now that the restraint is off, my prick has gone into overdrive. It grew this big just so I could teach you a lesson,” Kian explained.
”What are you even talking about!?” Talia cried out.
”Enough talk. It’s time I r**ed you,” Kian said.
Like a scene from a dark romance, the muscular youth lowered his heavy frame onto the sprawled noblewoman. Even though Lyritisse wasn’t a small woman, Kian was so large that he completely eclipsed her.
His large, calloused hands reached around to her front as his burning body heat pressed into her. He buried his face in her flaxen hair, inhaling her scent with a feral intensity.
When he whispered “Talia” in that low, enraptured rumble, she should have felt sick. She should have been disgusted. Instead, her lower abdomen-hidden beneath that miniskirt-gave a sharp, traitorous throb. In that moment, she cursed her own succubus-like nature.
She couldn’t focus on the magic. She couldn’t dismantle the circuit.
Her body was being hijacked by raw, human instinct.
(Dammit… he smells so good! Why does this man smell so… so much like a man?!) Talia thought.
He pressed that iron-hot length against her wide, child-bearing hips. Since she wasn’t wearing panties, the frantic, pounding pulse of his blood-gorged organ thrummed right through her skirt and tights, vibrating directly against her. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was a heartbeat far too powerful for a vampire. It was the raw, violent power of life itself. Kian possessed a combat potency that was off the charts. Talia felt the mental barriers of her composure begin to shatter.
”Haah… you smell incredible. Like soft flowers,” Kian whispered.
”Ugh…” Talia moaned softly.
He made short work of the ribbon on her wine-red blouse. Instead of undressing her, he hooked his thick fingers into the collar and simply shredded it. The fabric tore with a violent rasp, leaving her looking ragged and exposed. Talia felt her pride take a stinging blow.
Sprawled on her right side, she felt his hand slide under her shoulder, pulling her back into a massive, muscular embrace. Enveloped in his heat and his scent, her heart gave a violent, panicked leap.
It was a purely biological betrayal.
He pushed aside her flaxen hair with his nose and nipped sharply at her left earlobe.
”Ah!” Talia cried out.
A feminine cry escaped her. Tears of shame welled in her eyes as her breath hitched. Her breasts heaved with every ragged gasp, and his tanned, callous fingers reached for them without a shred of hesitation.
Lyritisse-had the heavy, bell-shaped breasts common among Western women. They were weighted with soft tissue at the bottom, giving them a heavy, slightly pendulous fullness.
Though the body was frozen at twenty-two, meaning they would never sag further, their lush, drooping weight gave them a decadently slovenly appearance compared to the perky, tight chests of Easterners.
Her skin was porcelain white, tipped with large, pale pink areolas and petite n**ipss. To any observer, they looked like forbidden, succulent fruit, ripe for the taking.
”Agh! It hurts! Stop, that hurts!” Talia cried.
He suddenly pinched her n**ips between his fingers and yanked it forward. There was no pleasure in it-only sharp, stinging pain.
But then, he immediately let go and began to briskly chafe the tingling areola with a rhythmic, fluttering motion.
”Ah! Ah… Aahn!” Talia whimpered.
This time, the sensation was pure, unadulterated bliss. Her n**ipss, which had spent three days excreting ⁵tachyonian cells, were hypersensitive. Her body had been thoroughly conditioned to find ecstasy in his relentless touch.
Talia arched her back, her skirt-clad hips rolling in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming friction. But Kian hooked his left leg over hers, pinning her down and trapping her waist in place.
He exhaled a hot, musk-laden breath against her ear. It wasn’t foul, but it was humid and wild. Her uterus cramped with another sharp, wet throb.
”Wait… don’t shove that… that filthy thing between my thighs! Stop… ah! Ooh…” Talia pleaded.
His tanned fingers sank deep into the white, pillowy flesh of her bell-shaped breasts. He gouged into them so deeply his fingertips disappeared beneath her large areolas.
He pressed her semi-erect, sensitive n**ipss inward, sending a jolt of agonizing pleasure through her. Her hips, trapped in black tights and silk, bucked wildly. But with his rod wedged between her thighs, her movements were stifled and clumsy. Because she had torn the crotch of her tights earlier, the flared head of his c**k was grinding directly against her slit.
The searing, engorged meat slid against her slick, swollen petals with a wet, squelching sound.
Each pass hooked against her clitoris, sending sparks through her nerves.
The angle of his curve and the sheer, unyielding hardness of the rod were beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
”God, you’re sensitive. I can feel your clit throbbing against my c**k,” Kian grunted.
”Ngh…” Talia groaned.
”It’s like a tiny little d**k. You’re so worked up, aren’t you? Every time I rub it like this…” Kian said.
”Aaaaaaaaaahn!” Talia shrieked.
”You’re just soaking… dripping that thick honey everywhere while your clit shudders and pulses against me,” Kian noted.
”S-shut… up! I know that! Stop… stop narrating it!” Talia snapped.
”I wonder if you’ll squirt if I mess with your n**ipss a bit more?” Kian asked.
”Agh-?! Nnnnngh!” Talia cried out.
He pinched her n**ipss hard between his thumb and middle finger.
The second time was different. The first had been nothing but sharp pain, but now he was catching the edge of the areola, applying just enough pressure to make her see stars. His grip loosened, and he began to knead the sensitive, aching flesh with a torturous, rhythmic squeeze.
Then, he flicked the tip of her turgid n**ips with his index finger. Talia let out a shameless, broken wail, her waist convulsing in a violent spasm.
”Oooooooh!”
It was a primal, animalistic roar-the sound of her humanity being completely stripped away.
”Haah… haah… Fuuh… Fuuuuu…” Talia panted.
(I… I came. I let this man toy with me until I broke again… A total loser like him…) Talia thought.
Her face was flushed crimson, drenched in sweat. Strands of flaxen hair clung to her cheeks and neck. She must have smelled of salt and musk, but the mountain of muscle behind her didn’t care. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like a man possessed.
His ragged, heavy breathing only served to stoke the embers of Talia’s own carnal hunger.
”Haah… haah…” Talia breathed.
”Oh? Look at that, Talia. You’re shaking your ass for me now?” Kian mocked.
”S-shut up! It’s your fault for being so… so damn smelly! It’s a natural reaction! Just… hurry up and finish me! That’s a s*x slave’s job, isn’t it!?” Talia demanded.
Despite her defiant words, her crotch was a mess-drenched and sticky.
It wasn’t urine, and it wasn’t a squirt.
It was the sweet, heavy scent unique to Lyritisse-the “honey” of a woman whose body was screaming to be impregnated.
In her rational mind, it was a source of profound shame. As a vampire who usually felt very little s*xual drive, it should have been a biological triumph. But having him point it out to her face made her feel mocked, sending a fresh surge of irritation through her-right alongside the heat.
Kian really was an expert at getting under her skin.
In her previous life, Talia almost never lost her temper like this.
(Is it because I’ve been incarnated into this human body?)
Or is it just because he’s so… special?
”Nn… hah…” Talia gasped.
Kian felt her envelop him from behind, his muscles cording around her frame. That thick heat, which had been teasing the entrance just moments ago, shifted its angle. He began to push inside, a slow, heavy intrusion. Sex. His c**k was desperate to be inside her womb. The moment Talia realized it, her left leg was already lifting to give him better access.
Talia was pinned on the mat on her side, her ankles still bound by chains, but that was the only real restriction left. She could at least hike her leg up to make the insertion easier for Kian.
”Ah… hng… ah!” Talia cried out.
”Fuuu… oh… god,” Kian groaned.
”Ah-! Ah-! Oh, god!” Talia wailed.
The sound of wet, slick friction filled the room as Kian slid home. He sank into her, inch by agonizing inch, until the air left her lungs.
Kian buried himself deep, bottoming out against her cervix.
”Ah…!” Talia let out a sharp cry.
Kian pulled her tight against his chest, biting her ear as he knocked against her furthest depths. “Let’s make a baby right here, okay?” he whispered. The impact was steady and purposeful. The moment Talia felt that vibration in her womb, a bolt of white-hot lightning shot from the base of her spine to her neck, screaming straight into her brain.
”Nnggh…!” Talia choked out.
”That look on your face… it’s too much. You look like a total slut for me now,” Kian said.
”…”
”What’s wrong? One solid hit from this c**k and you’ve lost your fighting words? Come on, keep playing the brat for me until the end,” Kian muttered, his voice dropping to a cold, predatory edge.
It was the voice of a man who didn’t sound like a husband. It was the heartless tone of the wolf he had been before they started dating—the man who devoured women and left nothing behind.
Kian began to swirl his tongue inside her ear, a wet, invasive sensation. It felt like he was violating her very brain, and it felt incredible. Talia was the one who was supposed to be granting him this pleasure, yet here he was, turning it back on her—forcing her to climax.
”Oh…!?” Talia arched her back.
”Damn, you’re clamping down hard! I love it. Alright, let’s move… wait, sorry. You won’t be able to enjoy it properly like this,” Kian said.
Kian had been about to start a rhythmic grind, but he suddenly pulled back and sat up. Talia expected the standard thrusting from behind, but instead, Kian maneuvered her into a matsuba-kuzushi⁶ position.
Kian grabbed her left leg and folded it back sharply, wedging his groin between her thighs at a cross-angle. It was a far more taxing position than being on her side, but given the difference in their Western and Azraelian⁷ builds, it allowed for an incredibly deep penetration.
Both Kian and Talia were flexible enough that the position worked perfectly. In fact…
(Oh… god… so deep… it’s hitting everything…)
”Ah, look at you squeezing me. The folds inside are wrapping around me so tight… and you’re absolutely soaking,” Kian noted.
”Ah… ngh…” Talia whined.
”You like it better when it hits those new spots, don’t you? Come to think of it, we didn’t even try this during our three-day marathon,” Kian said.
”Hah… hau… uuuuuuu!” Talia cried.
Talia’s leg was forced back, her thighs spread wide in that matsuba-kuzushi sprawl. Her legs, looking long and supple in her miniskirt, traced a beautiful curve in the air. Kian pressed his nose against her black-stockinged toes, inhaling the sour, musky scent before taking them into his mouth.
It was filthy, stinking, and vulgar.
Before Talia could scream a protest, Kian’s tongue was sliding between her toes, licking the membranes and slurping on the tips. She felt herself falling into a pit of unknown, debased pleasure.
Talia sucked in a jagged breath and gripped the sheets of the mat until her knuckles turned white.
”Nn-ah!” Talia screamed.
Then came the heavy, rhythmic thuds. Kian began to drive into her with violent intensity. He was a master of the motion, even while inhaling the scent of her feet and savoring their taste. His lower body, hardened by years of Dance Swordsmanship⁸ training, moved with explosive power, gouging into her very depths over and over.
Talia’s head snapped back, her jaw tight. “Ogh…!” she gasped as a violent spray of fluid erupted from her crotch, drenching the only thing she was wearing—her tights.
The liquid hit the coarse mesh of the fabric, soaking into the hair she’d neglected to groom for several days. It was a soggy, messy disaster.
The scent of her own arousal was overwhelming—a pungent, heavy musk mixed with the sharp, fermented tang of urine. It wasn’t the kind of smell a Princess should ever admit to having, but realizing she was just another female driven by a primal s*x drive actually made her happy.
Still, her pride wouldn’t let her simply accept being dominated by Kian.
”Damn, you smell like a beast,” Kian remarked.
His pectoral muscles bulged as he pulled back, licking his index and middle fingers. Talia hadn’t even realized he was touching her there, but his fingers were now slick and dripping with her release.
”Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Talia cried.
Talia couldn’t bring herself to make cute little moans, and she didn’t want to. Her brow furrowed, her face flushed a deep, angry red as she screamed out nonsensical protests.
Kian’s hand roved over her left leg, sliding up under the hem of her hiked-up miniskirt to cup her ass. His rough fingers found the tear in her tights and invaded, his middle finger grinding down ruthlessly on her clitoris.
He worked her over with single-minded focus, rubbing and pinching the nub until she saw stars.
”Stop…! Ah, aaaaaah! It hurts… it feels… too much! Don’t crush it, don’t pull-! Hi…!? Oaaaaaaah!!” Talia shrieked.
A fresh arc of transparent fluid sprayed across the dark room. Her uterus felt like it had completely dropped.
The head of Kian’s c**k slammed into the entrance of her womb with a wet thud, making her dump an endless amount of fluid. She couldn’t tell if it was squirt or urine anymore. Talia climaxed again and again, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.
”Oooooogh! Nnoooooo! Aaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaaah!!” Talia wailed.
”Yeah, give it all to me… Shh- there we go!” Kian grunted.
The room was filled with the sounds of a messy, explosive finish—heavy, wet splatters and the rhythmic sound of Kian spending himself deep inside. He pumped into her, over and over, his release coming in hot, desperate bursts that seemed to never end.
”Ahi…!” Talia whimpered.
She twitched and shuddered under him.
”Oooooogh… god…!” Kian roared.
He gave a few final, heavy thrusts, his hips shaking like a wild animal’s as he finished.
Talia lay there, bouncing slightly with every aftershock, while Kian loomed over her like a predator.
Though Lyritisse’s body carried succubus blood⁹—making her s*xually dominant and highly sensitive—she was no match for Kian. His sheer muscular pheromones and raw strength were simply too much.
”Nnh… haan… nn…” Talia faded.
(My head… everything is getting so fuzzy…)
Talia stared blankly, drool still trailing from her lip, as Kian finally pulled his length out of her. While she lay there dazed, he spent the rest of his mess over her beautiful flaxen hair.
The sweet, floral scent of her perfume was completely drowned out by the heavy, musky stench of the man who had just taken her.
(I don’t think… I’ll ever be able to break these chains.)
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”Ah… ah… ah… hah… nngh… hah, aaah…” Talia panted.
The sound of wet, squelching fingers echoed through the room.
The position had changed.
Talia was now sprawled on her back on the mat.
Actually, she was using Kian’s lap as a pillow. She lay there slovenly, her head resting on his rock-hard washboard abs. Her voluminous breasts were still hanging free from her unbuttoned blouse.
Her legs, extending from her miniskirt, were folded back like a frog’s. Kian was currently toying with her—his fingers working the opening that was spread wide through the tear in her tights.
”Ha… nngh… ah… hng…” Talia moaned softly.
Kian’s tanned fingers caressed and poked at her pink interior.
He used the middle and index fingers of his right hand, while his left index finger joined in. With his right hand, he pried the folds open, while his left finger poked and prodded just inside the entrance. Every few seconds, he would reach up to stroke her clitoris, keeping her right on the edge.
The juices wouldn’t stop flowing.
Foul, yellow fluid sprayed periodically from her urethra.
”Ough…!?♡” Talia gasped.
With a wet squelch, he forced her index and middle fingers apart. A finger as thick as an average vampire’s was thrust deep into her oval-shaped cleft, stirring her insides violently with a messy, rhythmic splashing.
Perhaps because she had eaten pungent dried meat before the battle, Talia’s nectar¹⁰ had a faint, muskier scent to it. Mixed with the smell of urine, the stench must have been overwhelming, yet the man licked the fluid he’d scooped up as if it were a delicacy.
”Lick it, Talia,” he commanded.
He let it drop with a heavy thud.
”…h♡”
It had been out from the start, but at his word, the c**k she’d been using as a pillow slapped against her right cheek. It was too massive. Too overwhelming…♡
The member, reeking of male musk, was pressed firmly against her face until Talia was forced to take it into her mouth. He began to thrust lightly, sliding the meat in and out like a rhythmic scrubbing.
”Hmm…♡ Juu♡ Jutsuu♡ Haa…mu♡ Thuu♡ Thuu♡ Thuu♡…Haa♡ Eoooooooooooo♡”
She kissed the side of the shaft, opening her mouth to serve him with the tip of her tongue. Even as she did, his powerful, relentless fingers drove her toward a peak.
”Uoh♡” Talia cried out.
”That’s six times now,” he said. “I knew a p**sy with this much stamina would be worth it.”
(You pig… you’re really treating me like a damn toy♡) Talia thought.
”Nm♡ Munch♡ Mwah♡ Hah♡ Nnn♡”
”Don’t just lie there like a rag doll,” he growled. “Get up. I can’t finish properly with just a b**job. Let me work this into your ‘royal’ little hole.”
”N-ah♡ Wa-wait a second! What are you—aanh♡”
His muscular arms hauled her up. Lifting her by the waist, he positioned himself to slide in from beneath her skirt. At first, the head of his c**k rubbed and slid against the crease of her thighs and buttocks, searching for the entrance. He quickly found the tear in her tights and drove the stake home into her soaking warmth.
Between the rough crutches¹¹ earlier and the way his fingers had stretched her out, her walls easily gave way to the massive intrusion.
(Damn it…♡ Just the feeling of him inside♡ My brain… it’s melting♡)
”You piece of trash, gaah…♡ Ah, s-stop! Don’t bite my neck! N-aaah♡ Don’t… leave a mark…♡”
”You left one on me, didn’t you?” he whispered. “This is payback. I’m going to brand this white neck of yours so everyone knows you’re my bitch.”
”Stop it, you pig♡ That’s only for my master to do♡ Putting a slave mark on me, aah♡”
”If you hate it so much, use your Restoration Curse,¹²” he countered. “You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”
”That’s not what it’s for! Why would I waste it on something so stupid♡ Nnn♡ Y-you idiot♡”
As he pierced her deep, he sank his teeth into her neck. Stars exploded in her vision.
He pulled one arm back from under her chest and reached into her skirt. His fingers groped through the melted mess of her s*x until he found her clitoris, standing firm and sensitive amidst the heat.
”Auuuuuh♡ Uh♡ Uuuuuuh♡”
She remained seated heavily on his lap, the spear driven all the way to her womb. Between the biting at her neck and the cruel attention to her clit, Talia let out a pathetic, wet squirt.
”I’ve learned something through s*x,” he said suddenly. “Fighting each other is so pointless.”
”Where is this coming from!?” she managed to gasp. “It’s a bit early for a post-nut epiphany, don’t you think!? …nn♡”
”Watch,” he said.
”Ah♡”
With a sharp thud, he thrust upward. Talia arched her back sharply, leaning forward and thrusting her hips back against him. Though the position should have moved her clit away from his hand, his thick fingers followed her relentlessly, tracing the wet, torn fabric caught beneath her.
”Ah…♡ Ah…♡ A-ah…♡”
(N-no♡ I’m going to… I’m going to go again…! ♡ Dammit♡ For a pig… he’s too good at this♡)
She spread her legs wide over his lap to try and vent the overwhelming pleasure, ending up in a vulgar, bow-legged stance that put her most private parts on full display. In that reverse-cowgirl position, he continued to drive into her, pushing her toward the edge. Her overstimulated brain fell into the familiar rhythm of ecstasy.
”AH, nn! ♡♡”
Her body twitched and pulsed. A hot, wet gush escaped her as she began to leak uncontrollably.
”Haa—♡ Fuuu♡ Uuuuuuh♡”
(You pig♡)
Suddenly, a hand with bulging veins clamped onto her face. His thumb and middle finger pinched her cheeks hard, forcing her face into a distorted, pathetic pout. He forced her to look back at him and stole her breath with a kiss.
”Nn♡ Mu♡ …h♡”
It was a filthy, desperate kiss. Saliva strings intertwined as their tongues clashed, and a thick rope of fluid dripped down onto the mat. They had been at it for over two hours without a break; the raw, unwashed scent of their breath filled the small space between them.
Craving even more, Talia sank into a deep crouch, leaning her weight back into him. She rested the back of her head against his shoulder as they tangled their tongues outside their mouths. She couldn’t tell if she felt tighter with her legs closed or spread wide.
Talia ground her hips, taking the semen-slicked pole all the way to the root. Vile, squelching sounds of air and moisture echoed through the room.
”Uhohh! I’m blowing!” he roared.
”んむ…♡”
With a violent, pulsing explosion, he let go. A series of heavy, wet thuds and splashing sounds filled the air as he came again and again. It was a torrential downpour of heat, a rhythmic, messy discharge that seemed like it would never end. Thick, viscous ropes of fluid coated everything in a frantic, wet spray.
(Auu…♡)
As she took his seed, Talia felt a surge of strength. Along with the pleasure, a terrifying sense of power washed over her. Her very biology was screaming at her to conceive, to be filled by the only man in her world.
”Nm♡ Chu♡”
Their tongues finally parted. She felt a twinge of regret, her tongue still flickering at the air.
”Ah—, I’m bored of dumping it inside,” he said. “Let’s try a facial for a change. Take it!”
With a final, heavy pulse, he let out one last spray.
”…h♡♡”
Her sweat-damp flaxen hair was instantly matted with a thick, pale glaze. Talia sat slumped on the mat, drenched from the head down in his seed.
”Whew, that was some good training,” he sighed, sounding satisfied. “My c**k’s actually a little tired now. Hup.”
He rested his softening, half-erect member right on the crown of her head. Stinky, thick fluid continued to ooze from the dark-red tip, dripping down to stain Talia’s white shoulders. It was a sight that should have filled her with loathing.
And yet, as the only pair in existence, her womb ached for the man who had produced it.
”…h♡”
He dangled the messy pole in front of her eyes. Talia, her tongue still peeking out from her lips, took it into her mouth with a dazed, lovestruck expression.
”Chu♡ Chu♡ Sling♡ Slurp♡ Gulp♡”
”Whoa, easy there…” he chuckled.
”Hah♡ Honestly, are you a beast or something!?” she teased.
She took him back into her mouth to finish cleaning him. Once she had sucked away the last of his spent seed, they sat there, staring at each other and smiling—a strange, messy sign of their reconciliation.
(Wait…? Did I really just let this pig talk me into submission with his d**k again…?)
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Summary:
Talia, trapped by the dark chains she once created, now controlled by Kian, experiences a humiliating reversal of power. Kian’s physical dominance and aggressive nature overwhelm her, exploiting her sensitive body to force her into submission. Despite her pride and initial resistance, Talia’s instincts take over, leading to intense, uncontrollable climaxes. The encounter leaves her dazed and deeply aware of her subjugation, as Kian’s relentless control and marking further emphasize his dominance. Her internal struggles fade under the overwhelming pleasure, leaving her mentally and physically overwhelmed by the experience.
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Trivia:
- The chains are replicas of Talia’s own creation.
- Talia is currently inhabiting the body of a noblewoman named Lyritisse.
- The ‘Hidden Form’ status prevents any active magic or physical buffs.
- Kian’s physical state is a result of a previous ‘ejection stopper’ restraint.
- Talia had loosened Kian’s bonds out of a rare moment of guilt before he turned the tables
- Talia is a reincarnated entity, not originally human.
- Kian was known for being a ‘wolf’ before their official relationship.
- Talia’s current body (Lyritisse) contains succubus blood.
- Talia’s ankles remain chained throughout the encounter.
- The physical build difference (Azraelian skeletal structure) contributes to the intensity
- Talia ate jerky before the fight, affecting her scent.
- Talia is a vampire but refuses to use her Restoration Curse for ‘trivial’ things like hickies.
- The encounter has lasted over two hours.
- The ‘Master’ Talia mentions is the only one she believes should mark her
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Character Insight:
Talia’s arrogance is her undoing; her overconfidence led her to remove her own defenses and loosen Kian’s bonds. Kian has transitioned from a submissive captive to a predatory ‘Master,’ fueled by physical frustration and a desire for revenge.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘tachyonian cells’ suggest a sci-fi/biological element integrated into this fantasy world’s erotic mechanics.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• tachyonian – a cell that generates magic power, allowing humans to enhance their bodies and perform magic to manipulate the external world. (tachyon: particle that always travels faster than light.)
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