The air was thick—hot and damp—charged with the scent of sweat and something more primal. Faelina's moans echoed softly through the room, each gasp and cry laced with growing urgency as she moved against him.
Her fingers clutched his chest, nails raking down in time with her hips. "G-Gods, Noa—you're..." Her words broke on a breathy moan. "You're stretching me so good..."
Noa's eyes fluttered half-shut, a low groan escaping him. He rested a hand on her waist, the other tangled in her hair as he thrust upward, deliberate and firm. "That's it, princess... Don't stop. You feel too damn good..."
Their bodies moved in rhythm, sweat-slick and desperate, each heartbeat pounding louder than the last.
Noa's hands slid up her sides before claiming both of her breasts in his grasp—firm, possessive. His thumbs grazed over her sensitive skin, then dug in harder, enough to make her arch and gasp. A thin red line bloomed where his nails had dragged.
Faelina moaned louder, her breath hitching. "Mmhhnn...!"
His grin turned wicked. "What's this?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "Is the princess a little masochist?"
Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head, breathless. "N-No... I just—ah—"
"Don't lie to me," he whispered, leaning in close. "I can see it in your eyes."
Without warning, he brought his hand down with a sharp slap against one breast. The sting made her cry out—but her body trembled in response, not from fear, but something deeper.
"You love being dominated, don't you?" Noa's voice was low, edged with amusement and something darker.
"YES!" Faelina's breath hitched, her voice trembling but fierce. "I'm a dirty princess who craves being treated like a slut by men!"
Noa chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. "Good girl. Now, you'll get your reward."
He sank his teeth into her neck, harder this time, and a thin line of blood welled beneath his bite. A sharp sting followed as his hand came down firmly on her ass, the slap echoing through the room.
Faelina screamed, a ragged sound tangled with both pleasure and pain as Noa drove into her harder, her walls clenching tightly around him.
"Oh, yes, Noa—fuck me harder!" she gasped, nails digging into his chest, leaving faint trails in her desperation. "I need to come… make me come!"
Noa's breath hitched, his groan low and rough as he felt himself teetering on the edge.
Suddenly, he pulled away, his hands seizing her neck firmly. With a sharp movement, he lifted her off the bed and slammed her back against the cold wooden door.
"N-no, they'll hear…" Faelina stammered, panic flickering in her eyes.
"That's the point, princess," Noa growled, his voice dark and possessive. "I want everyone to know exactly who's fucking you."
"No! You can't… they can't see me like this!" she cried, voice breaking—but Noa didn't care.
"Please don't!" Faelina's voice trembled, a mix of fear and desperate need.
Noa hushed her softly, voice low and commanding. "Shhh, princess. You're enjoying this more than you admit."
He pushed his length inside her again, harder this time. "Tell me, princess… were you always such a whore? Fucking men like me every day?"
"N-no," she whispered, voice cracking. "I was a virgin."
Noa's hand slapped across her cheek with a sharp crack. "Then why did I slide in so easily?"
Tears welled in Faelina's eyes, but she stayed silent.
"I bet you use toys," he said with a cruel laugh. "What a filthy little slut you are."
His hand came down hard on her ass again.
"I'm going to cum," she gasped.
"Tell me… who's your master?"
"You are, Noa," she sobbed, voice barely more than a plea. "You're the only one who can make me feel like this. Please… cum inside me."
Noa grunted and released himself deep within her, then roughly shoved her to the floor. "Crawl to me and lick my feet."
She obeyed, trembling, and began to lick his feet, her lips wet and eager.
"Good girl," Noa said, voice dark with satisfaction. "Now suck my dick clean."
She took his cock into her mouth, lips warm and eager. "Just like that," Noa murmured, voice thick with approval.
After a few minutes, he pulled her up abruptly and slammed her against the cold wall. His hands gripped her legs, spreading them wide.
"Beg for me," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Beg me to fuck you, princess."
"Please… fuck me, Master," she whispered, trembling but desperate.
"No," he said, voice teasing. "Please what?"
"Please fuck me with your huge cock, Master!"
But instead of plunging in, Noa slid a finger slowly inside her. "If you make a sound, I won't fuck you."
"Y-yes, Master," she gasped, biting her lip to hold back a moan.
I don't need to take her—she's already given herself to me. Noa thought, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Noa's fingers moved expertly, curling inside her with steady pressure.
"Oh God… it feels so good!" Faelina cried out softly, nails digging into his back. "So hot… please, fuck me harder, Noa!"
Noa groaned, eyes half-lidded, savoring the moment.
Noa slid a second finger inside her, curling them slowly with deliberate pressure. Then, without warning, he pushed his whole hand inside her.
Faelina gasped sharply, eyes wide as she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.
"Oh my God… it feels incredible!" she cried out, nails digging into his back for support. "So hot… so full."
Noa's voice dropped low, teasing. "Since you're a princess, you must have some high-quality healing potions around here, right?"
"Y-yes," she stammered, breathless, pointing toward a nearby shelf stacked with small, glowing vials.
Noa grinned darkly, his eyes gleaming with unspoken intent. Without a word he yank his hand out, tearing her womb and vitals out of her ravaged hole, splattering obscenely on the floor.
"AAHHH!" Faelina screamed, sharp and raw, the pain cutting through the haze. Tears and snot pour down her face as she clutches at her gaping, bleeding cunt. But even through the unimaginable pain, there's a twisted look of euphoria in her eyes.
Noa's voice dropped to a low, soothing growl. "Shhh, princess… no one will hear you."
His hands steadied her trembling body, the heat of his presence a dark comfort amidst her agony
Noa roughly shoved the torn piece of flesh into her mouth. Faelina gagged, "Ghhkk—!" Coughing as she struggled to swallow the salty, metallic taste. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced—raw, bitter, and strangely primal.
Her eyes widened in shock, but Noa's grip held firm, his gaze cold and unyielding. "mmmph..." She moans around the chunk of flesh as she forces it into her mouth, cheeks bulging grotesquely. With great difficulty, she starts to chew, gulping down her own insides. Each swallow sends a fresh wave of agony through her battered body, but it only fuels her masochistic ecstasy.
Noa grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his cock.
"Nnnnnngh…!" She lets out a guttering, animalistic scream as Noa plunge his hard cock into her shredded, bloody hole. The sensation is beyond painful, like being split open and scraped raw from the inside.
"Hrk—!"
But beneath the agony, there's an overwhelming surge of masochistic bliss, a dark rapture at finally being used for her true purpose.
With each powerful thrust, he drove deeper, owning every gasp she gave him. Noa grunt and unload his seeds inside her.
As Noa pull out, a torrent of blood gushes from her ravaged hole, painting her inner thighs crimson. She collapse to the floor, convulsing weakly, her body wracked with shock and residual pain. Through the haze of agony, she manages a delirious giggle, blood bubbling from her lips.
"Hahaha... oh, Noa..." she murmured, dazed and glassy-eyed. Her trembling fingers dipped into the viscous fluid pooling at her feet. Slowly, almost reverently, she brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the blood like a cat savoring cream.
"Mmmm, delicious"
Noa's grin twisted darkly. "Looks like you're no ordinary human after all, princess… or maybe you'd already be dead from blood loss."
Without a word, he strode toward the shelf, his fingers grazing the glowing vials until he selected a few. Returning to where Faelina lay, Noa uncorked one and poured the shimmering liquid over her torn skin. The potion hissed faintly on contact, steam rising as her flesh mended and torn muscle knit itself back together with unnatural speed.
"Wow," Noa muttered, watching the rapid regeneration. "These are some high-quality potions."
He glanced at the satchel beside her, then back to her dazed, smiling face. "You don't mind if I take some, right, princess?" he asked with a crooked grin.
Faelina let out a soft, breathy laugh, her voice like silk soaked in madness. "Yes… take as much as you want." Her smile widened. "Everything I have is yours…"
Noa straightened, slipping a few more vials into his coat. His eyes gleamed with dark intent as he looked down at her. "Indeed, princess. Get ready…" he said, voice low and dangerous. "Because we're not done yet."