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The door creaked open as Auren stepped back into the house.
Dust swirled in the air like tiny ghosts, catching the last light of the setting sun. His boots tapped against the wooden floor as he carried two heavy bags in both hands — blades, alchemy vials, travel gear, and two custom-cut cloaks folded neatly inside.
He dropped them onto the table with a dull thud.
"Home sweet hell," he muttered.
Then he noticed her.
Selene. Still on the sofa.
Sweat clung to her skin like dew on morning glass. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. Her hands gripped the edge of the cushion so tight, her knuckles had turned white. Her back arched unnaturally — as if her body was begging to move, to act, to obey… but no order had come.
Her eyes opened slowly when she heard him.
And those eyes... weren't normal.
Not anymore.
They were wet with humiliation, but glowing with some strange mix of shame and relief. Her lips quivered, forming no words. Her thighs tensed, squeezed, trembled.
Auren walked over slowly, dragging a chair toward her like a villain about to begin his final monologue.
He sat. Calmly.
"Seems like your body missed me," he said with a cruel smirk. "You look like someone who's trying to sit on a volcano."
Selene didn't reply.
She couldn't.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"You know what I love the most about this?" he said, voice low, darkly amused. "I didn't even need to be here... and your body already rehearsed the performance for me."
He looked her up and down, casually, like she was a painting at an auction.
"Trembling hands, flushed cheeks, unspoken shame... all the classic signs of obedience addiction. That's what happens when you train a body but let the mind stay awake. Delicious suffering."
Her breath hitched. Her back twitched involuntarily.
Auren tilted his head.
"I'm feeling generous today," he said. "Let me reward your... enthusiasm."
He sat back in his chair and, with a finger raised lazily like a king passing judgment, gave the next order:
> "Strip."
Her body moved like it had been waiting for that one word all day.
Hands twitching, trembling, but sure — her fingers slid under the cloth at her shoulder, and the fabric began to fall.
But it wasn't erotic.
It was clinical.
Mechanical.
A punishment dressed as a performance.
"Good girl," Auren whispered, his tone laced with dark satisfaction.
Then he stood and turned away.
"I've got things to sort first. Don't move a muscle... unless I say so."
Selene stood frozen, barely breathing — stripped of everything, even her own will.
And Auren?
He was just getting started.
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Auren stood by the table, calmly unpacking the items he bought from the market. One by one, he lined them up with perfect precision — daggers, alchemy vials, the travel bags, even the folded map. Everything in order. Everything with a purpose.
Behind him, Selene still stood.
Silent.
Exposed.
Shivering not from cold... but from something worse: the weight of obedience.
She hadn't moved since the last command.
Her eyes were empty. Her mouth parted slightly like she wanted to breathe a question — or maybe beg — but nothing came out.
Auren didn't look at her as he spoke again, voice cold and clinical.
> "Remove the wooden tool."
Selene gasped — sharp, like someone had just punched the air from her lungs. Her knees nearly gave out.
It wasn't the command that broke her.
It was the relief that came with it.
She slowly dropped to the floor, hands moving without permission — like they were desperate to obey before the command faded. Her hand reached downward itself, at the edge of the old tool scraping slightly as she began to pull from her wet pussy.
As she pukk the tool a strong fountain of her pussy juice flows.
It was painful.
But it was also over.
And that, somehow, was worse.
Her body slumped back onto the sofa, her hands trembling, now empty. The tool lay discarded on the floor beside her like a broken piece of shame.
Auren turned at last, just enough to see her out of the corner of his eye.
> "Feel better now?" he said with a twisted grin. "Good. That means it worked."
He walked past her, no sympathy in his steps — only purpose.
Selene didn't reply.
She couldn't tell what felt worse anymore: when he was gone… or when he came home.
Anyways let's started i need some enjoyment. Auren Said.
Selene lay sprawled on the plush velvet sofa, her body sinking into its curves, her thin dress clinging to her skin.
Her pussy was wet, a shameful heat pulsing between her thighs, betraying the guilt that gnawed at her soul. She couldn't control it-her body was a traitor, bound to Auren' s will, her mind screaming against the desire his presence ignited.
"You're fucking soaked, Selene," he growled, voice low and rough, his cock already straining against his trousers. "I want you. Now."
Her heart pounded, her big boobs heaving under the fabric, nipples stiffening in the cool air. "Auren," she whispered, voice breaking, "please..." Her body arched, drawn by his command, even as shame burned like acid in her chest.
Naked, her heavy boobs swayed, her pussy glistening under his gaze. She felt exposed, defenseless, her mind screaming she was better than this, but her body obeyed, craving his touch despite her guilt. "Fuck, you're perfect," he snarled, freeing his thick cock.
He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide on the sofa. "This cunt's mine," he said, thrusting his cock deep into her pussy, filling her with a brutal stroke. Selene gasped, her pussy clenching around him, pleasure and pain colliding as he fucked her hard.
"You love this dick, don't you?" he growled, his hands squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples until she moaned, "ohh." Her hips bucked, driven by his control, her guilt drowned by the heat surging through her veins.
Auren's pace was relentless, his cock stretching her pussy, driving her toward a shattering edge. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. Her moans grew louder, "ahh," her body surrendering to his savage rhythm.
He pulled out, flipping her onto her knees. "Gonna fuck your ass now," he rasped, his fingers teasing her tight hole. Fear spiked, but her body yielded, his dominance absolute. "Fuck," she gasped, as he pushed in, the burn giving way to dark pleasure.
Her ass stretched around his cock, her pussy throbbing in sync. "This hole's mine too," he growled, slapping her ass, making her boobs jiggle. She moaned, "nnh," lost in the haze of his control, her mind screaming with shame.
Auren switched back, slamming into her pussy, his thrusts ferocious. "I'm gonna fill you, Selene," he snarled, "make you carry my child." Her orgasm crashed, "Fuck, Auren!" she screamed, her pussy gripping him as she shattered.
He groaned, spilling deep inside her pussy, his seed flooding her. "You're mine," he said, eyes blazing. Her boobs heaved as she panted, the reality of his claim-his child growing inside her-sinking in, her guilt a helpless whisper against his power.