Chapter 52: The Trial of Lust and Envy Part 3
Jack's hips swayed as she left, her footsteps light but deliberate, a mix of confidence and playfulness in every step.
She looked back over her shoulder just before disappearing from Riya's view, and in one final move, she gave herself a playful smack on the ass, the sound sharp and echoing in the room.
"Maybe I'm not the real Jack, but I'm sure the real Jack would have done exactly the same thing~" she said, her voice a teasing whisper, before licking her lips with a mischievous smile.
She turned, her silhouette fading from view as she left the room.
Riya stared after her, the lingering heat from their encounter still coursing through him, but there was no time to dwell on it.
He had a trial to complete.
And just as he was about to move, the door behind him clicked shut, a soft finality to the sound that caught his attention.
A heavy silence followed, only to be broken by the unmistakable click of another door opening—the final door.
This one had a different weight to it.
It wasn't the casual creak of a regular door, but rather the slow, ominous sweep of something far grander.
Riya took a breath, bracing himself as he stepped forward and entered.
What lay before him was unlike anything he had ever seen.
A giant bed, its frame an ornate creation of black and gold, gleaming under the dim light.
The bed was large enough to dwarf him, the linens thick and luxurious.
Surrounding the bed were shelves stacked high with countless potions, each one glowing faintly with some form of magical energy.
It was a sight that struck a strange sense of awe in him, but it didn't distract him for long.
He had already learned that appearances here were often deceiving.
And then she appeared.
Semiramis.
Her raven hair cascaded down her back, like a waterfall of darkness.
Her curves were overwhelming, her body covered in black attire that only hinted at the sheer size of her form.
Her breasts, impossibly large, seemed to defy the laws of nature, each one easily the size of Riya's head.
The rest of her figure, thick and full, radiated an aura of sensuality that made the air grow thick with tension.
The way she moved was deliberate, calculated.
She was a goddess of temptation in every sense.
Riya felt his heart race at the sight.
He had met Semiramis before, but the last time he had encountered her in his mindscape, he could hardly speak in coherent sentences, so entranced by her beauty was he.
His mind had been a chaotic mess of lustful thoughts, and he had no memory of what transpired between them.
This time, however, things felt... different.
This time, she was not Semiramis.
She was a replica—a shadow of the woman he had connected with.
And that made all the difference.
Before he could gather his thoughts or say a word, Semiramis took slow, deliberate steps toward him.
Her eyes glowed with a cold, calculating gleam, but there was also something undeniably playful in her gaze.
A predatory kind of amusement.
Riya's mind raced.
He had to stay alert.
He had to be prepared.
But before he could act, Semiramis made her move.
With a flick of her wrist, a fine powder shot through the air, the particles shimmering as they hit Riya's face.
His vision blurred instantly, and he collapsed, his body going limp as unconsciousness took him.
When he finally awoke, the first thing he felt was the cold metal biting into his skin.
His hands and legs were chained to the four corners of the grand bed.
He struggled briefly, the chains clinking softly, but the more he fought, the more they seemed to tighten.
There was no escape.
Riya cursed under his breath.
He had been caught off guard—tricked by her beauty once more.
But this time, he wouldn't be so easily swayed.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, trying to focus on what he had to do next.
Semiramis stood before him, a look of amusement still on her face.
She took a step closer, the echo of her heels tapping softly against the marble floor—measured, confident, and deliberate.
Each click sent a jolt of tension through the room, as if time itself had slowed to honor her arrival.
Her gaze trailed down Riya's restrained form, drinking in the sight with a smirk that curled at the corner of her painted lips.
"Mmm… look at you," she murmured, voice like dark velvet.
"Laid out and waiting."
"Chains suit you… they whisper of submission."
She drew closer, her hips swaying with every step, the fabric of her gown clinging to her curves like shadows to the night.
Her scent—rich, exotic, and faintly spiced—wrapped around him before her fingers even did.
"You look delicious in chains," she breathed, standing just beside the bed now.
"So helpless… so willing."
Leaning in, she let a strand of her raven hair fall across his chest as her fingers traced along his jaw—light, teasing, electric.
Riya's breath caught.
"Your heart," she whispered, brushing her lips close to his ear, "is pounding."
"And I haven't even touched you properly yet…"
She let her hand slide slowly down his neck, over his collarbone, her nails barely grazing his skin.
Her expression was one of total control—enthralled by her own game.
"This is my palace," she said, voice thick with wicked pleasure.
"My rules… and tonight, you are mine."
She stood straight again, hands gliding over her own curves now, as if reveling in the anticipation.
Her gaze never left him.
"Let's see how long your resolve lasts."
"My little Master."
Semiramis smiled, her crimson eyes glowing with devious delight as she reached for one of the shimmering potions from the ornate shelf beside the bed.
The liquid inside was a glowing violet, swirling seductively in its glass container.
Without hesitation, she uncorked it and took a long, deliberate sip—holding the liquid in her mouth.
She leaned in slowly, her dark hair falling around Riya like a curtain of night, her perfume flooding his senses.
Then, without warning, she pressed her lips to his.
It wasn't a gentle kiss.
It was raw, filled with heat and dominance. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, swirling, teasing—and with it, she passed the potion along.
Riya couldn't resist.
His body reacted on instinct, swallowing the liquid as her lips consumed him.
Semiramis pulled back slowly, a thin trail of saliva connecting their mouths for a brief, charged moment.
Her lips curled into a sultry smile as she looked down—then chuckled darkly.
The taste was strange—floral, spicy, intoxicating.
Whatever it was, it hit him fast.
Heat pooled in his stomach.
His body pulsed with growing pressure.
And then—it happened.
He gasped as his manhood surged with size and heat, the potion working almost instantly.
It lengthened and thickened beyond human standards, quickly reaching the size and girth of a baseball bat.
His breath hitched, his skin flushed, and the chains groaned slightly as he tensed.
Semiramis licked her lips with wicked satisfaction as she gazed down at the result of her potion's magic.
"My, my," she said in a husky voice, eyes wide with admiration and hunger.
"The potion worked even better than I hoped."
She moved lower, her fingers brushing down his chest, nails lightly tracing the lines of his body.
Her touch was electric, every movement deliberate, sensual.
She positioned herself at the edge of the bed and leaned forward.
Then, with a slow, sinful grin, she lowered her head.
Her tongue came out—long, warm, and wet—as she gave the swollen tip a slow, deliberate lick.
She leaned in again, her breath hot against his neck. "You have no idea how long I've waited to play with you like this."
Her hands slid lower, teasing, circling without touching.
The anticipation was unbearable.
"And don't worry…" she whispered, her voice like velvet and smoke.
"I plan to savor every... last... second."
The luxurious scent of exotic spices clung to her, heavy in the air.
Her hands—soft, skilled, and teasing—traced up Riya's thighs, her long nails leaving a barely-there trail of heat in their wake.
With deliberate grace, she lowered her breasts onto him, letting her ample breasts press and mold around his length.
Her movements were slow, indulgent, like a queen relishing her prize.
The warmth of her skin, the softness of her curves—it was overwhelming.
But even her generous form couldn't contain the full effect of the potion she'd slipped past his lips moments ago.
Her eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she saw the effect it had on him.
"Well," she purred, "it looks like I'll need to do a little more…"
Her lips descended next, soft and burning, kissing a trail lower and lower as her breath fanned over his heated skin.
Her tongue flicked out, warm and teasing, tasting him with slow, savoring strokes, never breaking eye contact.
She took her time, savoring the reactions she drew from him, every twitch and gasp a testament to her control.
"Don't hold back now," she whispered, voice heavy with lust.
"I want to hear everything…"
Her lips hovered just above his flushed skin, breath hot and teasing as she let her tongue ghost along the same path her fingers had traced earlier.
Her breasts, soft and heavy, pressed against him with deliberate weight, moving in a slow, rhythmic pattern that sent heated waves through his body.
"Mmm…" she purred, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he tensed beneath her, chained and helpless.
"Look at you… all mine, and so very eager."
Every movement of her body was slow and luxurious, a dance of dominance and indulgence.
She arched her back with feline grace, shifting her weight, applying just enough pressure to make him shudder.
"I wonder," she whispered, her voice a silken blade.
"how much more you can take before you break…"
She lowered herself again, this time with her lips are sucking in maddening passes.
Like his thing was her own personal lollipop.
Her moan was soft and low, vibrating against him, more felt than heard.
The atmosphere thickened, heat radiating from their bodies.
She moved in that torturously slow rhythm, savoring every twitch, every sharp breath he gave her.
Semiramis was no mere woman—she was an empress indulging in her conquest.
"Don't hold anything back…" she breathed again, her mouth barely leaving his skin.
"Tonight, you exist only to please me."
Semiramis let out a sultry hum as she shifted her position, her body gliding with fluid elegance.
The slow, teasing rhythm she had maintained began to quicken.
Her movements grew more deliberate, more intense—each motion a wave of heat rolling between them.
Her breasts moved in perfect, practiced synchrony, wrapping him in luxurious softness as her lips returned to trace the sensitive of his "thing".
"Ah… now this is more like it," she whispered with a wicked smirk, her breath warm against his skin.
"You're finally starting to squirm the way I like…"
Her pace built with deliberate flair—steady, hungry, unrelenting—drawing out sounds from him that only fed her wicked delight.
Her tongue flicked against his skin again, her gaze locked on his with dangerous amusement.
And then—she stopped.
Her hands fell away.
Her body stilled.
Riya, flushed and breathless, looked down at her in disbelief, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock.
The chains rattled as he instinctively tugged against them.
"…Seriously?" he muttered, frustration plain in his voice.
Semiramis chuckled low in her throat, sitting back proudly as if she'd just delivered a masterstroke in her art of temptation.
"Oh, darling," she cooed, tilting her head, "the look on your face… it's delicious~"
She leaned forward slowly, her lips brushing his ear.
"Anticipation is a flavor I savor just as much as the act itself."
Semiramis then rose from the bed, her steps slow and deliberate, each one carrying an empress authority and a lover's tease.
Her eyes didn't leave Riya for a second—dark, alluring, and filled with hunger.
At her shelf of potions, she selected a vial—slender and tinted with a smoky purple hue.
With a flick of her wrist, she downed the contents in a single motion.
The effect was almost immediate.
A shimmer ran down her skin as her already sumptuous figure became even more exaggerated—her breasts swelling larger, their curves taut with magical potency.
A faint, mist-like vapor curled from them, fragrant and intoxicating, and as she gave them a gentle squeeze, a silvery drop of enchanted milk gathered at her nipple.
She turned back to him, her expression wickedly pleased.
"This potion...," she purred, climbing onto the bed with the grace of a serpent.
"was meant to heighten pleasure—for both of us."
Riya, still restrained, could only watch as she hovered over him, her full chest swaying just out of reach.
Then, slowly, luxuriously, she brought one of her breasts to his lips.
"Drink," she whispered.
"I want to feel you take all of it."
"Let me feel how good it is to feed you."
The first drop passed his lips like fire wrapped in silk.
Her breath caught—half moan, half laugh.
"Oh yes," she murmured, voice smoky with pleasure.
"That's it... take it all."
"Make me feel like a goddess."
Semiramis let out a slow, sultry breath as she cradled Riya's head against her, her fingers threading through his hair with possessive affection.
Each time he drank from her, she shivered—pleasure coursing through her like a slow, burning current.
Her other hand, free and eager, slid down her own body.
She touched herself through the thin, silken fabric of her dark gown, her fingers dancing with growing urgency over the curve of her thigh, then between them.
Her lashes fluttered closed for a moment, her breath catching as she pressed deeper.
"Just a taste… and I'm already trembling."
she whispered, voice thick with desire and power.
"Do you know what you're doing to me, Riya? Do you feel it?"
She rocked her hips subtly, rhythm matching the pulses of pleasure blooming inside her.
The potion's effects made every sensation more vivid, more intoxicating—her own touch a teasing promise of what was coming next.
As Riya drank, helpless under her spell and chains, Semiramis' cheeks flushed with heat.
Her thighs pressed together, her breath quickening.
Semiramis straddled him, her every movement exuding wicked grace and command.
Her raven-black hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, her golden eyes glowing with hunger.
She slowly pulled away the last of their clothes, letting the air between them charge with heat and tension.
Riya, still bound, drank deeply from her, her warm, enchanted milk coating his lips as her moans grew softer, more breathless.
She held him close, her body pressing down, enveloping him in warmth, in scent, in power.
Then, hovering just above him, she looked into his eyes and whispered in that husky voice of hers:
"Let me wrap myself around you… and make you forget everything but me."
Then with one hand, she reached between her thighs, her fingers teasing and coaxing her entrance as she prepared herself—not just for pleasure, but for full domination.
Then, slowly, achingly slow, she lowered
herself onto him.
Inch by inch, she took him in, her breath catching, her body trembling as she accepted him fully.
A shiver ran through her spine as she seated herself completely, her hips flush against his, her belly faintly rising with the pressure of him inside her.
Riya's body reacted—already swollen from the effects of her potion—and the size he had taken on left her breathless for a moment.
She moaned—low, rich, and indulgent—her hands braced against his chest as he has entered inside her completely.
As she sat fully, her hands pressing to his chest, a visible curve formed low on her belly—an effect of the potion, a mark of how deeply he filled her.
Semiramis moaned low and long, the sound laced with intoxication and satisfaction.
"Perfect," she whispered, moving her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
"You were made for this."
"Made to be inside of me~"
Then she began to move, her hips finding a slow, sinuous rhythm.
Every motion was purposeful, seductive, like a queen claiming what was hers.
"Look at you," she whispered between gasps, "so reactive... so perfect..."
With each motion, the intensity built—a dance of heat and power.
Riya's head tilted back, caught between pleasure and awe as Semiramis rode him with the poise of an empress.
The room smelled of exotic incense and sweat, filled with the soft creaks of the golden bed and the sound of breathless moans.
And all the while, Semiramis never stopped looking down at him—drinking in his every reaction like the finest wine.
As their rhythm deepened, Semiramis threw her head back, a soft, intoxicating moan slipping from her lips.
The effects of the potion still lingered—her breasts, full and sensitive, continued to trickle with enchanted milk, the droplets warm as they slid down her skin and across Riya's chest.
She leaned down again, her movements faster now, hips rolling with increasing hunger as the tension between them built to a fever pitch.
Each thrust sent shivers through her spine, and her voice became breathier, trembling with delight.
Riya's hands, no longer bound, rose to her waist, holding on as if grounding himself against the storm of pleasure.
Semiramis smiled at the contact, her eyes glowing with something between adoration and domination.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice thick with longing.
"Not until I've taken every last drop of you..."
The gold-trimmed bed rocked beneath them, the luxurious silks tangling around their legs as their bodies moved in heated unison—an exquisite blur of passion, magic, and power.
Semiramis leaned in, her dark, intoxicating eyes locking with his as her lips descended onto his.
The kiss was deep, heated, and filled with need—her tongue danced with his, claiming him in a rhythm that spoke volumes of her desire.
After they kissed, she then used her hand to guide his head gently, bringing his lips to her breast once again.
The moment his mouth closed around her, she let out a breathy moan, her body trembling from the contact.
Their bodies pressed closer as the bed creaked beneath them, her movements growing faster, more urgent.
Semiramis leaned in, her raven hair cascading like a veil around his face, trapping him in her intoxicating scent.
"You're mine now… every shiver, every gasp—it's all for me," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
Her hands roamed over his chest, nails grazing lightly as she traced the pounding rhythm of his heart.
With every grind of her hips, her smirk deepened, eyes narrowing with wicked delight as she drank in the effect she had on him.
"You know... When we kissed" she murmured, tracing a finger down his chest.
"I slipped something onto your tongue…"
"A poison, delicate and precise."
"It only activates when your desire peaks."
Riya's eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat.
She leaned in, brushing her lips against his again, slow and teasing.
"It ensures that the moment you even think about resisting... you won't be able to."
He shivered beneath her, the weight of her body, the warmth of her skin, and the intoxicating scent surrounding him like a
spell he couldn't break.
Semiramis threw her head back with a rich, echoing laugh, the sound laced with triumph and desire.
"Ahahaha… You see it now, don't you? There's no escape, no defiance left in you—only the truth that your body, your will, everything, now belongs to me."
Her breath danced against his skin, hot and deliberate.
"Your fate was sealed the moment you looked into my eyes—every step since then was mine to guide," she whispered, her voice like silk dipped in poison.
She shifted her weight slightly, grinding her hips just enough to send a jolt through his restrained body.
Riya gasped, the tension crackling between them like a live wire.
"You were always meant to end up here… beneath me, bound by my will," she continued, her eyes gleaming with a queen's pride and a lover's hunger.
Riya clenched his fists against the chains, eyes narrowed despite the blush rising in his cheeks.
"I'll get out of this… you won't keep me here."
The glint in her crimson eyes sharpened, and her full lips curled into a smile thick with power and satisfaction.
She shifted her body with purpose, hips rolling against his with a deliberate fast pace that made the chains around his wrists clink none stop.
The movement pressed her body firmer against his, the heat of her skin impossible to ignore.
Her chest rising and falling in rhythm with
her breath—heavy, intoxicating, deliberate.
A soft pressure built in her chest, and with a low moan, a thin stream of milk escaped, trailing down her skin and pooling lightly on his torso.
Riya groaned softly, his body reacting instinctively to every motion.
Her fingers slid back up to his jaw, tilting his face so he couldn't look away.
"Escape?" she purred, leaning so close that her lips brushed his ear.
"My dear, I invited you into this web."
"Now squirm, if it pleases me."
Her movements grew more insistent, seductive, relentless—every inch of her working to draw him closer to the edge.
She arches her back slightly, her voice shaking with pleasure but laced with control.
"Mmh—hah… yes… squirm for me, my little Master…"
Riya tried to hold on, to fight the rising tide, but it was already too late.
His body betrayed him—taken by the alchemy of pleasure and poison, of lust laced with intent.
Semiramis arched her back with a satisfied gasp, her expression one of pure victory as she felt his climax.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips, followed by a low, throaty moan as she arched her back, drinking in the moment.
Her eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction.
"Ahh… magnificent," she purred, licking her lips slowly.
Then came her laughter—slow at first, then rising into a full, wicked cackle that echoed through the chamber.
Her legs tightened possessively around his waist, locking him in place.
Riya gasped, from the sensation and the realization.
"You failed," she whispered into his ear, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
She lingered for a moment, letting the weight of her words settle in.
Then, with a sensual grace, Semiramis rose from atop him—her body gliding like silk, a teasing trail of warmth and dampness left behind.
A faint, glistening thread clung between them before it broke, catching the light as it fell.
She let out a pleased hum, running her fingers slowly down her side as if savoring the aftermath.
Her movements slow and deliberate, like an empress descending from her throne.
She looked down at him with a sultry, wicked smile, her dark eyes glowing with cruel satisfaction.
As she stepped back, a shimmering wisp of magic trailed behind her, dissolving into the air like a fading dream.
She raised a hand to her chest, gently pressing against one of her heavy, curved breasts with idle amusement, then laughed—rich, heady, and unhinged.
"You failed the trial, my little Master," she purred, voice soaked in honeyed mockery.
"But I must say… you made it worth my time~"
Her body began to dissolve, particles of shadow and perfume swirling around her like falling petals.
Her voice echoed even as she vanished completely, leaving only silence—and the heavy scent of her presence behind.
Meanwhile, Rin stood frozen on the viewing platform, as if turned to stone.
Her wide eyes reflected the flickering light of the projection, each image etching itself into her mind like a brand.
Lips parted, breath caught, she couldn't move.
Couldn't blink.
The dream she clung to—the belief that Riya would rise above every trial—shattered silently before her.
It was like glass breaking inside her chest.
She had seen it all.
Every movement, every sound, every surrender.
And now, standing amid the echoes of that cruel illusion, realization struck with the force of a winter gale.
"He lost…" she breathed, her voice a tremble carried on broken hope.
"He really lost…"
Back to Riya, still bound to the ornate bed, his breath shallow and his body heavy.
When Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, a deep rumble growing louder beneath him.
Cracks spread like veins across the dark stone floor.
Magic sparked in the air.
Riya lifted his head, grimacing as reality returned like a slap to the face.
"…Oh, shit."
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After what felt like a personal trial by fire, I finally completed this chapter.
It wasn't easy—ChatGPT pushed back, the limits were frustrating, and there were moments I genuinely thought about dropping it altogether.
But I didn't.
I fought through every bit of resistance, every moment of doubt, because I'm stubborn as fuck… and I don't give up.
This story isn't done—not by a long shot.
So buckle up.
More chapters are coming, and I'll keep pushing forward until this creation of mine is complete.
Let's keep going.
— The Author