[CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
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The heavy oak door of the luxury hotel suite slammed shut behind them; whether by Ashen's heel or Lucia's flailing hand, neither knew nor cared.
Their mouths were already fused in a frantic, open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding hot and desperate, teeth nipping, breaths barely caught between wet smacks.
They stumbled through the dimly lit room like drunks, her back hitting the wall first, then the edge of the ornate dresser, knocking over a crystal vase that shattered somewhere behind them. Neither flinched. Hands roamed greedily; his under the slit of her black gown, gripping the white flesh of her thigh; hers, tearing at his suit jacket, nails scraping down his chest through the thin shirt.
Ashen broke the kiss.
"Get down."
The moment the command reached her ears, her body obeyed before her mind could catch up. Her knees buckled as the curse took hold, dropping her gracefully yet helplessly onto the thick carpet, heels pressing into the plump curves of her ass, back straightening on instinct. The elegant black gown pooled around her, the high slit parting to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs.
'He seems quite fond of ordering me around…' The thought drifted through her mind even as heat flooded her core. 'But being controlled by him is also quite liberating.'
She had spent her entire life clutching every variable, every emotion, every future outcome in an iron grip. Control had been her armor and her only guarantee of survival. Yet, with time, that same armor had grown suffocatingly cold… Lonely… turning her soul exhausted.
Letting go meant handing her life over to another, and that had always been unacceptable to her rational, terrified self.
Until he came along.
Now she understood why they always said love was foolish.
If it wasn't, why would she feel so happy handing control of herself to him?
If it wasn't, why would she feel so giddy upon realizing he would always command her curse?
Wasn't that the very height of foolishness?
Fwoosh—
The sound of clothes being hastily discarded filled the room as Ashen shrugged off his jacket and shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso.
"Free my cock."
Her hands moved before her mind fully processed the order; fingers deftly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers, tugging both fabric and underwear down just enough. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, already hard and pulsing, the veined length bobbing inches from her face.
From Ashen's perspective, the sight was an obscene perfection. The elegant, razor-tongued Lucia Evernight knelt before him, pink hair slightly disheveled, blue eyes half-lidded with hunger. His cock cast a long shadow from her chin all the way to her forehead, the flushed head hovering above her parted lips like a conqueror claiming territory.
Somatic Autonomy had already begun its work in the background. His natural musk intensified, becoming more intoxicating, curling into her senses like the finest aphrodisiac tailored exclusively for her. The scent alone made her head spin… her pussy clench emptily… her mouth water…
Lucia leaned in without thinking, pressing her nose against the base of his shaft and inhaling deeply. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her.
Delicious. The thought was as thrilling as it was humiliating to her numb mind.
Tentative at first, her tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, exploratory line along the sensitive underside from base to tip. The taste made her shiver.
"Good." Ashen's voice dropped, low and rough. "Just like that… Again... Slower…"
"Worship it."
Her body obeyed before she could feel embarrassed. Her tongue pressed flatter, dragging more thoroughly, coating every inch in wet strokes. Drool gathered at the corners of her mouth.
"Open wider. Suck the head."
Her lips parted obediently, wrapping around the swollen crown. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth filling the room.
Slurp— gluck—
Ashen's hand found her hair, fisting the pink strands into a ponytail. "Deeper. Use those pretty tits too."
Lucia's cheeks burned, but her hands were already moving—tugging down the bodice of her gown until her heavy breasts spilled free. She pressed them together around his slick length, the pillowy flesh enveloping him completely. Her tongue continued working the head as she began to slide her tits up and down in lewd strokes, drool and precum making everything slick and shiny.
The sight sent twisted satisfaction through Ashen.
She had been the epitome of cold composure for as long as he'd known her. And now she knelt with his cock buried between her tits, lips stretched and shiny, eyes glassy with lust.
'She's mine, haah… This brilliant, dangerous woman kneels for me and loves it.'
He could see the curse bending her into obedience, but the way her thighs pressed together, the soft whimpers vibrating around his cock… those told him the truth beneath it. She craved this surrender as much as he craved claiming it.
"Hands behind your back," he ordered. "Keep sucking."
She obeyed instantly, wrists crossing at the small of her back. Ashen tightened his grip on her ponytail and pulled her forward, thrusting deeper until he hit the back of her throat.
Gluck— gluck— gluck—
He began to fuck her face in earnest with long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her throat bulge visibly. Her knees lifted slightly off the carpet as he pulled her up by the hair, using her mouth exactly as he pleased. Saliva dripped in thick strands down her chin, over her tits, onto the floor.
One would think he was too rough.
But under the ruined makeup, the tears clinging to her lashes, and the drool-smeared mess of her face, Lucia's eyes burned with supreme pleasure. The total loss of agency, the relentless use of her throat, the way her body was taken exactly as he desired… it sent wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through her.
She came hard without a single touch to her pussy, her thighs trembled, and a muffled scream vibrating around his cock followed right after.
Ashen groaned, hips stuttering. "Take it— all of it—"
He buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth and throat in violent spurts. The taste that was perfectly engineered by Somatic Autonomy to be heavenly to her triggered another orgasm, her body convulsing as she swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop.
When he finally pulled out, a thick strand of cum and saliva connected her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Lucia panted, eyes hazy, a blissful, broken smile on her face. Then… without any prompting, her little tongue reached out and started licking the head, thoroughly cleaning it up.
Ashen allowed her to do as she liked for a few moments.
But before long, Lucia found herself hauled up by the ponytail, spun around, and bent over the edge of the grand bed. The gown was shoved up to her waist while her panties ripped aside in one tug.
"Spread your legs. Present that greedy cunt to your master."
Her body complied before the words fully registered. She arched her back deeply, ass up, thighs parted, dripping pussy on full display.
Ashen stepped behind her with a cock still rock-hard and freshly adjusted by Somatic Autonomy and pressed against her slick folds. He teased the head along her slit, coating himself in her arousal.
"You're soaking, Lucy." His voice was amused. "You love being used like this, don't you?"
"Y-yes…" The admission came out as a broken moan, her voice hoarse from the throat-fucking.
He thrust in to the hilt in one savage stroke.
"Ahn—! Haaah~♡"
The stretch was perfect. Exactly as thick as she needed, thanks to the skill constantly scanning and reshaping him to her deepest desires. Every ridge, every vein, every shift in girth and length was calibrated to ruin her for anyone else.
Ashen set a barbaric pace immediately, hips slapping against her ass with wet, resounding PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! sounds. One hand kept her ponytail fisted like reins; the other cracked down on her plump ass cheek, leaving a red handprint that bloomed beautifully against pale skin.
"Fuck— so tight."
He leaned over her, chest to her back, teeth grazing her ear as he pounded deeper. "You're mine to command. Hmm… Mine to break. Urgh…. Mine to cherish. Hah… Say it."
"I'm— hnnng~♡ —yours! Your slut— your obedient little— ahn! ahn! ahn!— slave—!"
Each confession was punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that made her eyes roll back. Somatic Autonomy made his cock heat up inside her, sending low-voltage sparks dancing along her inner walls, turning every stroke into electric bliss.
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and folded her in half. The new angle let him grind against her cervix with every plunge.
"Look at me," he growled.
Lucia's glazed eyes found his. At first, she saw only an animal intent on ravishing her so completely that nothing would remain. But beneath that, undeniable and unmistakable… She found it.
Fondness.
She came again, harder this time, pussy clenching like a vice, a gush of squirt soaking his pelvis and the sheets beneath them.
Ashen didn't slow. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release.
"Gonna fill you up and breed this perfect cunt."
"Please—! Fill me— hah— master—!"
The honorific slipped out involuntarily.
The moment it reached his ears, the climax he'd been chasing arrived instantly.
With a guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came. Endless pulses of cum flooded her womb, the sheer volume making her lower belly swell slightly. The sensation triggered one final orgasm in Lucia; her whole body seized, vision whiting out, a silent scream drawn on her lips.
They collapsed together, panting, sweat-slicked bodies tangled on the ruined sheets.
Ashen stayed inside her, softening slowly, arms wrapping around her in a wholly contradictory embrace; possessive and gentle in equal measure. He pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, her swollen lips.
His warmth seeped through her skin, and with it, the last bits of resistance melted away.
This was what it felt like to stop thinking. To stop calculating. To stop surviving for one moment and simply exist in someone else's arms.
'Isn't this the height of foolishness…?' Her brain posed the same question once more.
Perhaps it was.
But the loving kisses she received invalidated any thought to resist this particular folly.
Besides, her master seemed equally foolish… treating her like a gem to be cherished instead of the slave she had made herself to be. So she had nothing to worry about.
She could bask freely in the feeling of letting go.
Though after this… after watching how his orders kept growing more depraved… she slowly realized there was something else driving him besides understanding her; It was something beyond even lust.
He derived satisfaction from taking control of her. The same deep, bone-level satisfaction that she found in relinquishing it.
'In the end… aren't you just as depraved as me, partner?' She thought gleefully, feeling that now familiar organ stir and harden once more inside her.
…If Ashen heard her current thoughts, he would have answered with a resounding yes.
The way her ever-composed personality shattered the moment he made her kneel—
The way her eyes went slack and her lips fell open, drunk on his scent alone with his cock hovering over her face—
The moment that poisonous mouth, the one that only knew sharp retorts and biting sarcasm, was finally silenced as he shoved himself down her throat—
For him, that feeling was simply exhilarating.
It was so… so unbearably satisfying… that it frightened him.
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