Katerea couldn't see anything. It wasn't dark. She couldn't see the blackness that comes when no light reaches the eyes. No. She couldn't see at all. It was as if her eyes had been ripped out. As if she had never had them at all.
Then the sound went away. Before, she could hear the hurtful and annoying words of that Asmodeus' bastard. Now nothing. No sight, no hearing.
She couldn't help but panic. She wanted to fight and run away. But the bastard had ordered her not to move. She couldn't disobey.
She cursed Asmodeus for sending her to that place. She wondered if she was nothing more than a birthday present made to ingratiate the old man with his son. All that was missing was a damn bow to present her.
"..." Katerea was sure she moaned at that moment. She could feel her throat vibrate, but she couldn't hear the sound.
He hadn't taken away her sense of touch. She felt fingers running across her abdomen. Her skin reacted absurdly to that stimulus. He hadn't taken away her sense of taste or smell as well.
Katerea felt those hands run over her body. She couldn't predict where he would touch her, or when. He could touch her chest for seconds before moving away and moving to her back in a matter of seconds. She tried to force her sense of smell to identify her surroundings.
The boy smelled delicious, she hated to admit it, but it was the truth. Among the things Asmodeus left to his offspring were his good looks and sexual attractiveness.
His hands wandered, gradually becoming more aggressive. She closed her mouth tightly so as not to make a sound. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she enjoyed his touch.
Her skin suddenly became more sensitive. She clenched her teeth so hard that she could have broken them.
"Don't close your mouth," he ordered. She didn't hear the sound, but the command was engraved in her brain.
She didn't even know what sounds she had started to make. Every caress, every pinch, even when he spanked her bottom, every stimulus provoked a different reaction. The humiliation gnawed at her.
She wished it were just some idiot touching her. An inexperienced idiot, like Creuserey, who had only ever had her as a lover.
But Altair knew what he was doing; he knew where to touch her to make her feel good. He knew how to go slowly, letting her taste the pleasure little by little and making her want more.
Her naked skin was like a canvas for Altair's fingers to paint caresses on. Her moans were the art translated into sound.
Absolutely fantastic.
She felt a faint smell begin to enter her nostrils. It was musky, mixed with sweat.
She had started to sweat at some point, likely due to fear or anticipation.
Her pussy had prepared itself, even though he hadn't been anywhere near it.
Katerea began to feel dizzy. Her body began to heat up more and more. The smells started to affect her. At first, she could distinguish them, hers and Altair's, but as time passed, it became more confusing.
She didn't dislike the combination.
And then came a caress that she had been waiting for.
Altair's finger traced her vulva in a single movement, soft and slow. But after that, he didn't come back. No matter if she opened her legs, he didn't touch her there again. He just let her move her hips.
"Answer honestly: do you want me to fuck you?" The order came, and she answered immediately.
She didn't know what she had answered, her still-proud brain telling her to refuse. But her body? That was another matter. A roller coaster of stimuli ends up making anyone addicted.
He moved her, leaving her on her back on the bed, her legs open for him. It must have been such a lewd sight. Not worthy of a man of his low caste.
Soon, she felt nothing. A sound came from her throat. Disappointment? She hoped not. She couldn't face the little man again if that were the case.
The peak of pleasure came, sudden and intense. He didn't bother to check if she was ready. Although just from the wet sensation, she knew he could put anything inside her.
Altair was slow in his thrusts, letting her appreciate the pleasure. She couldn't take it, thrusting her hips forward, wanting to increase the speed.
She felt her cheek burn as Altair slapped her. Shock consumed her, but she licked her lips with desire.
Creuserey was a weak lover, yielding to her demands so easily that most of the time, he was boring. That's why she didn't do it so often. So pathetic, he even agreed to pegging when she asked him to.
He would never have dared to hit her.
'Why did a damn half-blood dare to do it then?' She thought furiously. Her mouth opened, letting out a sound.
The slow movement was torturous. She wanted to lie him on his back on the bed and ride his cock until he begged her for the chance to cum in her pussy. She wanted to show him the difference between a real devil and the stupid inferior women he had tried.
But she was at his mercy.
So she had to endure the huge cock slowly opening her pussy. Like two people getting to know each other, trying to learn as much as possible about each other.
She felt the heat building in the pit of her stomach. She knew the feeling; she was going to cum soon. And to her misfortune, she found herself wanting it.
It seemed that the boy had finally decided to become a man and began to thrust harder. She squeezed her pussy. She wanted to keep him there, to let him use her; maybe she could manipulate him enough to get him to release her. She could handle a stupid young man.
At that moment, she let herself go. The orgasm was painfully close.
But it never came. Her legs began to tremble; she couldn't control them. But the orgasm still didn't come.
She began to talk to him. He asked her to be honest. She could only obey, to her eternal shame.
'So close, so close,' she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
She felt his cock get bigger and, without warning, explode inside her.
She had never felt anything like it. She had never felt the sperm in her pussy so clearly. If she concentrated, she could detect every milliliter of the liquid inside her.
'Please, let me come,' she begged in her mind.
He moved her body, placing her on all fours on the bed. Her ass was presented to him. She wiggled it like a bitch happy to see her owner.
She almost expected him to take her in the ass. Maybe that would finally bring her to orgasm. But no, he entered her pussy again.
She ended up biting the sheets, wet with her sweat, the salty taste disgusting her, but she didn't pull away from it.
Her buttocks began to burn as she felt him spank her.
One spank made her fall onto the bed in pain, his cock slipping out of her pussy, although her femininity clung to him like an addict to their vice.
When Altair entered her again, she felt more pleasure. It was as if all her senses had been taken and multiplied a thousand times.
She bit down so hard that she wouldn't be surprised to find a piece of fabric in her mouth later.
Pleasure, pain, each a damn torture for her.
It had become incredibly unbearable to hold back her orgasm. She couldn't, she just couldn't.
She had never felt so anxious about anything. Not even when she looked at Serafall and wanted to claim her right, no, it was something else. Despair overwhelmed her mind.
All she could feel were the bastard's hands on her body. Grabbing her skin, hitting her. His cock pushing its way into her pussy. Altair finished inside her two more times, each time making her think he would finally let her come.
But no. The sadistic bastard didn't allow her that small taste of pleasure.
"Please, let me come, please, please," she suddenly heard a woman begging, her voice sounding muffled as if she had been gagged.
The sounds in the room overwhelmed her, from the sheets moving to flesh colliding with flesh as the half-blood rammed into her.
"Why do you think you deserve that privilege?"
"Please! Please!" Her throat burned.
Her teeth clenched as she realized.
'That... that's my voice?'