CHAPTER 40: | THE DUNGEON BENEATH THE CASTLE AND HER SWEETNESS [R18]
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Clack! Clack! Clack!
Astria's figure descended the stairs slowly, a lamp in her right hand, my hand held firmly in her left.
The dim, flickering light cast dancing shadows that stretched and warped with every step, the air growing heavy with the scent of damp earth and stale stone.
Her figure was quite serene.
She turned her head, smiling affectionately, like a housewife welcoming her husband from a tedious day.
It was an unsettling image in this grim descent.
Step! Step!
Her steps echoed through the dark staircase that spiraled for what felt like thousands of miles deep.
A chill permeated the air, but Astria wasn't bothered by the oppressive gloom or the endless steps, she gracefully led me towards the dungeon.
Her figure was beauty incarnate, her hair rustling faintly in the stagnant air of the waterless descent as she chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that seemed utterly out of place.
"Oh my... it seems that my beauty is just too alluring for my lord to resist."
Her voice was playful as she giggled, tightening her grip on my hand.
Her warmth was a palpable presence, a stark contrast to the growing chill of the dungeon.
Like the mother's touch I'd lacked all my life, the love of a mother was imbued in her every action directed at me.
I felt loved by her, a smile breaking from my lips.
"Well, what could I say when such a beautiful woman is leading me to my demise?"
Astria chuckled at my response.
She halted, her face inches from mine, and whispered in my ear.
"I have no reason to lead you to your demise, for I felt pity for you, a being who received no love from the beginning to the end... observing you is my joy, and loving you is ecstasy itself."
Her words were eerie yet sweet at the same time.
I kissed her forehead, the skin cool beneath my lips, and whispered back.
"Yes, I've yet to experience what love truly is, and I am thankful for you, for loving me like a mother... but perhaps."
I hesitated, then shut my mouth, unable to voice those very words to her.
Astria, noticing the turmoil in my heart, clutched my hand gently, closing her eyes as she comforted me.
"Don't worry about such small details, my dear... haven't you broken this woman already? What more would it take to break me further?"
Only then did I realize how terrifying a broken woman could be. It was creepy.
How could she love the man who killed her child, and out of pity?
Astria was more terrifying than I was, her calm demeanor, her motherly love, her lust for me, her desire to observe my life.
It was indeed terrifying, but it was my responsibility to keep her beside me, to make her mine, for she was too valuable of an asset right now.
Astria's advancement in the realm of intent, after she was left utterly broken, was monstrous.
Now, she was at 'Intent of Oneself.'
From her original 'Convergence of Man and World,' Astria had jumped four realms in a single week.
Truly monstrous progress in intent, and I couldn't help but covet her talent more than ever before.
Warmth flooded my lips as Astria pressed hers against mine, savoring my taste.
Her kiss deepened, a sweet invasion.
Her lips moved through the cavern of my mouth, her tongue wrestling against mine with hungry lust.
Her eyes, now open, shone with a dangerous, predatory light as she unbuckled her translucent nightgown before me.
Mmfh!
Her muffled moans whispered into the air as she immersed herself in the pleasure, her hands moving, swirling at her pink nipples.
They had now hardened from arousal as she guided my hand down to her crotch.
Squelch! Squelch!
My fingers delved into her slick depths without restraint, ravaging her insides.
Astria's eyes dilated with pleasure, her body arching as she clenched tighter against my back.
Mmm! Nnh! Ahhh!
Her voluptuous legs convulsed from the intensity, then gave out, but before she collapsed to the floor, I had already pressed her against the damp stone wall.
I lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder, spreading her open, revealing her crevice, yearning for more.
Crash!
Astria let go of the lamp, and it crashed to the floor, the light dimming to a faint glow as the shards scattered across the cold stone.
The sudden gloom heightened our other senses.
Nngh! Ahhn! Nnh!
Her moans intensified, raw and unrestrained, as she gazed at me, her face flushed a furious red in the fading light.
It was captivating to see her emotions laid bare through the act, and I bit her lips, then pressed mine into hers.
Mmfh! Nnh!
Her moans echoed, muffled, as I pressed her harder against the wall, three of my fingers inside her, ravaging her depths.
Nnnnngh! Ahhhn! Squelch!
Liquid flooded from Astria's trench, soaking my garments wet as she moaned, desperate for more.
It was strange that Astria hadn't uttered a single word since earlier, but perhaps it was for the better, as conversing with her would have been quite awkward in this moment.
Thud!
I unbuckled my pants with a practiced precision, then drew my weapon, hidden deep within my crotch, and pressed it into her lustrous, pink cavern.
Nnnnhhng!
Her breathing became damp and ragged, mist forming with each exhaled breath, mingling with the heavy, musky scent of our exertion.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I thrust inside her, filling her completely.
Her moans reverberated across the staircase, no longer muffled, as tears of pleasure welled in her eyes, catching the faint glow from the broken lamp.
Astria's voice echoed for the first time, a primal scream torn from her throat.
"More! Thrust me harder, Alister!"
Smack! Smack!
I thrust deeper, more forceful this time, and Astria shrieked like a banshee in pleasure.
Her voice echoed, harder now, and I could smell it, feel it, blood gushed from her crevice.
"More, Alister! Show me what you're made of! Make me feel like a bitch! A whore of pleasure! So that I might forget them!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
My pace intensified, picking up, as her legs wobbled then gave out, but I lifted her, pressing her harder against the wall.
My sword entered and withdrew from her lustrous pink cavern again and again, liquid flooding like a stream, soaking us both.
She moaned like a deranged whore.
Nngh! Haaa! Mmmhhh! Nngh!
Her cries echoed, Astria wanting to forget her pain, the pain of her children, so that she could be liberated for just a moment through pleasure.
Sniffle... sniffles...
Release flooded from my rod and into her, and I stopped, gazing down at her with a dawning pity.
I gazed at the ceiling as I sat on the ground, then let her rest on my lap, covering her with my own garments.
"Truly... she could be happy, if only..."
But what was the use of all that pity when my actions couldn't be reversed?
It was only now that I found her truly beautiful, truly alluring.
Only now did I regret it.
But what was done was done.
Haaaaaa.
"Truly..."