Past life
The air in the dark cell was thick with the stench of damp stone and decay, the faint buzz of flies circling the shadowed corners where light dared not linger. Elian crouched in the filth, his naked body bruised and shivering, chains rattling faintly with each labored breath. His skin, marked by welts and grime, glistened faintly under the torchlight that flickered through the iron bars. The heavy door creaked open, and Lyra stepped inside, her presence a cruel beacon of power and desire. She held a small vial of shimmering liquid, its contents glowing faintly, like liquid moonlight trapped in glass. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as Elian's head snapped up, his eyes wide and desperate, his body instinctively shifting to a submissive kneel, panting like a starved dog.
"Good boy," Lyra purred, her voice a velvet whip that lashed at his senses. She tilted the vial, letting a single drop fall to the grimy floor, the liquid sparkling like a jewel against the dirt. Elian's tongue darted out, lapping at the ground with feverish need, the sweet, intoxicating taste flooding his mouth, sending a jolt of warmth through his battered frame. Lyra's smile widened, her eyes glinting with sadistic delight.
"Such a loyal pet deserves a reward."
With a snap of her fingers, the guards outside hauled in a sturdy wooden table, its surface scarred but polished, a stark contrast to the cell's squalor.
"Leave us," Lyra commanded, her tone sharp, dismissing them with a wave. The guards obeyed, their boots echoing down the corridor as the door groaned shut, sealing Elian and Lyra in their private hell.
Lyra perched on the table's edge, her crimson gown parting to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs. She tilted the vial again, letting the liquid drip in a slow, deliberate trail across the floor, each drop a breadcrumb leading to her. Elian crawled forward, his tongue tracing the path, the sweet nectar mixing with the grit of the stone, his hunger for the liquid—and for her—overriding his shame. The trail ended at her feet, and he looked up, his breath catching at the sight of her. She'd hiked her gown higher, exposing her pussy, a glistening, ruby-red slit framed by soft, pale thighs. It shimmered in the torchlight, wet and inviting, a forbidden fruit that made his mouth water.
Lyra's fingers grazed her folds, spreading them slightly as she rubbed herself, her movements slow and teasing. She poured a few drops of the liquid onto her pussy, the shimmering fluid mixing with her arousal, dripping down her inner thighs. "Do you want it, dog?" she taunted, her voice dripping with honeyed cruelty. Elian nodded, his eyes locked on her, his body trembling with need. Her smile turned feral. "Then get to it."
He leaned forward, his tongue brushing her pussy, the first taste a shock of sweetness and salt that made him groan. He licked her slowly at first, savoring the slick heat, the way her folds parted under his tongue. Lyra moaned, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through him, her hand tangling in his matted hair.
"Arghhh, yes," she gasped, her hips tilting to give him better access. He pressed closer, his tongue delving deeper, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, dipping in and out of her tight, watery core. Her juices coated his lips, mingling with the liquid from the vial, a heady cocktail that drove him wild.
He covered her pussy with his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, his tongue flicking over her clit in rapid, snake-like motions. Lyra's moans grew louder, her thighs trembling as she clutched his head, her nails digging into his scalp.
"Faster," she demanded, her voice ragged, and he obeyed, his tongue working frantically, plunging deep inside her, lapping at every drop of her ecstasy. She poured more of the liquid onto her pussy, and he sucked it greedily, his lips and chin slick with her arousal. Her legs twitched, her moans rising to a fevered pitch as she gripped him tighter.
"I'm gonna squirt," she gasped, and then it came—a gush of hot, sweet liquid that flooded his mouth, spilling down his chin as he licked every drop, her body convulsing with the force of her climax.
Lyra slumped back, catching her breath, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"I guess even a dog has its uses," she murmured, her voice laced with mockery. But as her eyes drifted down, they landed on Elian's cock, rock-hard and throbbing, jutting out from his bruised body. Her expression twisted into disgust. She slid off the table, her heel grinding into his shaft, making him scream, the pain a white-hot lance through his pleasure.
"What makes a filthy dog like you think you can get hard for a royal like me?" she spat, twisting her foot cruelly. Elian writhed, gasping, as she kicked his gut, her laughter sharp and cold.
"Know your place," she hissed, delivering another kick before turning on her heel and striding out, leaving him curled on the floor, chains clinking as he clutched his stomach, his body a battlefield of pain and unspent desire.
Present Day
Caelen's eyes fluttered open—barely.
The world above him swam in and out of focus. Cold metal kissed the skin of his neck—a chain, heavy and unyielding.
With a groan, he pushed himself up. Every movement felt like dragging mountains. His muscles screamed, his spine throbbed, his magic… distant.
The door creaked open.
Lyra stepped in, the room bathed in silence. In her hand, a vial of dark red liquid, swirling like wine mixed with embers. She walked with slow, deliberate steps, her face unreadable.
She poured the contents into a ceramic bowl—clink—and turned toward him.
Her voice cut the air like frost.
"Drink."
Caelen didn't resist.
He reached forward, fingers twitching slightly, and took the bowl. The scent hit him—thick, strange, bitter.
He downed it.
Every last drop.
Lyra narrowed her eyes but said nothing. She spun on her heel and walked out, the door shutting with a soft, ominous click.
Silence again.
The door creaked open, and two maids slipped inside, their giggles soft but laced with mischief. Their uniforms clung to their curves, the fabric stretched taut over their full breasts and rounded hips. Caelen's lips quirked into a wary smile as he propped himself up on his elbows.
"Here to use me as your toy again, huh?" he muttered, his voice rough but tinged with anticipation.
The maids—Lila and Mara—exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with hunger. Lila, the taller of the two, let her apron fall, revealing a sheer blouse that did little to hide her plump, milky breasts, the dusky nipples already hard and pressing against the fabric. Mara, shorter but curvier, unbuttoned her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, her lacy panties barely covering the swell of her pussy. They moved toward him with predatory grace, their bare feet silent on the floor.
Lila reached him first, her hands tearing at his shirt, buttons popping as she exposed his chiseled chest. Mara's fingers worked at his trousers, tugging them down to free his cock, already half-hard from the sight of them. Lila straddled his thighs, her hands wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly, her touch firm and teasing.
"Look at this," she purred, her voice dripping with lust as his cock swelled under her fingers, the tip glistening. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the head, a slow, deliberate swipe that made Caelen groan, his hips bucking slightly.
Mara, meanwhile, climbed onto the bed, her thighs spread as she rubbed a piece of candy—a glossy, red sweet—against her pussy, pushing it in and out, coating it with her juices. Her pussy was a vision, pink and slick, the lips swollen and begging for attention. She crawled closer, positioning herself above Caelen's face, her scent—a mix of sugar and musk—filling his senses.
"Lick it," she ordered, her voice soft but commanding, and he didn't hesitate. His tongue plunged into her, tasting the sweet tang of the candy mixed with her arousal, her folds soft and yielding under his lips. She moaned, a high, keening sound, her hips grinding against his face.
"Arghhh, fuck, that's so good," she gasped, her hands bracing against the headboard as he tongue-fucked her, his lips sucking her clit with relentless precision.
Lila's mouth closed around his cock, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft. Saliva dripped from her lips, coating him as she bobbed her head, her hand stroking the base in rhythm with her mouth. She pulled back, letting a string of spit fall onto his cock before taking him again, her moans vibrating against him, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. Caelen's hands found her hair, guiding her pace, his groans muffled against Mara's pussy as he devoured her, his tongue plunging deeper, faster.
Mara's moans grew louder, her thighs trembling as she rode his face, her juices dripping down his chin. Lila slid off his cock, her lips slick and swollen, and climbed onto him, positioning his shaft at her entrance. Her pussy was tight, hot, and dripping, and she sank down slowly, a long, throaty moan escaping her as he filled her.
"Fuck, you're big," she gasped, her hips rolling as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Mara leaned forward, her lips closing around Lila's nipple, sucking hard, her tongue flicking the sensitive tip as Lila whimpered, her movements growing more frantic.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—wet, rhythmic slaps of skin, breathy moans. Sweat glistened on their bodies, their skin sticking together as the heat built. The maids switched places, Mara's mouth now on Caelen's cock, her lips and tongue working him with expert precision, while Lila straddled her face, her pussy dripping as he sucked Mara's clit,her fingers slipping inside Mara's to curl against her sweet spot. They took turns, their bodies a blur of motion, satisfying each other with tongues and hands, their moans blending into a symphony of lust.
Caelen's pleasure built, a tight coil in his core, and Mara sensed it, sucking harder, her hand stroking him as she pulled back. His orgasm hit like a wave, his hot seed spurting in thick ropes across her face, her lips parting to catch every drop. Lila leaned in, licking the cum from Mara's skin, her tongue tracing slow, sensual paths as they shared his release, not letting a single drop go to waste. Mara gave his cock one last suck, her tongue swirling around the head, before they both rose, their bodies flushed and satisfied.
Without a word, they dressed, their movements languid, their smiles secretive. As they slipped out, Caelen lay back, his chest heavy, the afterglow mingling and more pleasure to come.
His eyes flicked to the ceiling, and a twisted smile spread across his lips.
"Now tell me… who am I?" he whispered to himself. His voice was soft, yet carried weight. "A devil draped in chains? Or an angel trapped in hell?"
His fingers curled into fists.
"This isn't prison. This…" —he chuckled— "...is Hell's Paradise."