She lay languidly on the bed.
She felt clean and dirty at the same time.
She'd woken up alone in his chambers. She'd found the bathroom and taken a luxurious bath, the water coming out fragrant with roses - he assumed that was to his design. Of course, the double doors to the bedroom were locked. She'd soaked there and sobbed, unable to believe she was trapped here at D Point, in his bedchambers, in the deepest part of the Dark Kingdom.
And that he'd taken her virginity, within hours of her captivity.
There was nothing to do but to wait. She'd tried every way to open the door, but there wasn't even a lock. She couldn't even look for a key to it. Either it was locked from the outside or it was operated magically. She walked around the bedchambers, finding nothing of importance. There weren't clothes in it, only the large bed where he'd taken her body, a large wooden table with a soft cloth on top and some fruits and goblets of sparkling water. The adjacent bathroom was ordained with a beautiful porcelain bathtub and freshly scented fragrances. She doubted it was his primary bedchambers, perhaps a spare.
Perhaps he designed it for her.
Her heart sank in the large bed. The sheets were still moist from her juices.
How long would he keep her here?
Were her friends safe?
How long had she been here?
She got up out of bed.
Thirsty, she went to the table and carefully picked up a goblet of sparkling water. She figured it would be safe. He wouldn't try to poison her while in his captivity - why would he?
She took a sip and noted the sweet tincture of a flower - perhaps a rose petal. Letting it wash down her parched throat, she rested it back on the table when she was done.
Then the room started to spin around her.
And she blacked out.
Her eyes fluttered open and she whimpered.
Where was she?
Her eyelashes twitched and she felt something warm in her belly. Her eyes flew open in alarm when she realized it wasn't her belly.
There was something warm between her legs.
She cried out, moving her arms to push herself away from whatever was intruding on her when she realized that she could only move her hands. And her feet. She pulled and stretched.
She was tied down.
Her wrists and her ankles were bound.
She panicked, crying out, starting upwards to find that she was strapped to the table, her view only allowing her to see the ceiling.
And between her legs.
She looked down, her view partially blocked by her own breasts but finding a dark head between her thighs.
She cried out when she she realized that he was thrusting his tongue brutally into her channel and sucking her maidenhood violently, like a man starved.
"Stop!" she wailed, "Please, Endymion."
She felt his lips purse cruelly over her nub to give a vicious bite, making her clit explode with pleasure.
"I was going to use the sweet juice for our play later," his dark predatory voice rumbled from deep in his chest, "But you found them for me, Usako."
She winced at the intimate nickname he'd set for her.
The kind, almost innocent feeling from the night before was gone.
Only the lustful version of Endymion remained.
"Let me go," she cried out, her toes curling.
"I only just started eating," he said mockingly, pressing his mouth back to her sex and beginning to ravage her again.
"Oh!" she squeaked, "Oh! Endymion, ahhhhh!"
She cried out, her naked body flailing as much as it could given the tight bonds.
"Please... wait..." she wailed.
It was too late.
Her hands balling into fists, toes curling, her body climaxed gloriously. She felt her juices spill wantonly out of her, down his thirsty mouth while he chuckled.
She felt his strong, rough hands at her soft buttocks, gripping them like they were his and lifting her vagina up to his lips, like he was moving a delicious fruit up to his mouth so he could lick and slurp.
She kept crying, her hypersensitive clit exploding with unwanted pleasure.
"You're mine," he chuckled, "Your body is mine to feast on."
Tears spilled from her eyes as more juices spilled from her body.
He drank down every drop. His tongue disappeared into the furthest corners of her channel to lick up every piece of moisture, driving insane pleasure through her vagina with every rasp.
She was his.
She could deny him nothing.
His tongue drew a line from her channel upwards, past her taut abdomen, past her belly button, up and up and she felt his head between her heaving breasts.
She groaned, feeling an emptiness in her channel from where he finally left her to rest.
Then she felt two things at once - a hot mouth engulfing her left nipple to suckle - HARD - and a long middle finger tearing through her channel and burying itself deep into her insides where she was still spasming from her last climax.
She screamed loudly, her voice bouncing around the dark walls as he began to thrust rhythmically into her, pounding his finger and then two fingers into her while his mouth marked her breast as his.
"Endy... Endymion," she panted, her volume increasing, "Oh, Endymion!"
She tried to close her legs but remembered the ties around her ankles.
She tried to use her hands to push but remembered the silk ropes at her wrists.
She could only cry out and let her body respond, let her flushed breasts wet with his saliva and her vagina clamp down on to his dirty digits, coming again and again.
She fell apart one last time, body exploding and mind destroyed when she felt him finally let her nipple out of her mouth, his fingers retreating from her secret spot.
She heaved, her wet breasts moving up and down.
She felt, magically, the bonds around her wrists and ankles dissolve.
She could move again, her arms and legs dangling from fatigue, her eyes fluttering up and down.
Then she felt something even harder than ties clamp down on her wrists. Her eyes opened in shock again when she felt his large hands pin her wrists down.
She felt his thick legs pushing her skinny thighs apart.
And she realized when he had spent the last hour pleasuring her. Making her wet. Ripping orgasm after orgasm from her.
He wanted her channel ready.
He wanted her body slick.
He wanted her to react to him enough so that-
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His impossibly massive cock slammed into her wet body.
Her eyes blurred with pleasure. He'd opened her up enough that she needed this as much as he did.
She needed him.
She stared up at him, at his eyes filled with animalistic lust, sweat over his forehead as he growled.
He was like a lion pouncing on his prey.
He withdrew and thrust back in with a loud roar.
She cried out, pleasure exploding from deep within. She couldn't move, her hands trapped under his, legs forced open by his massive frame.
She loved it. She cried out joyously.
He took her brutally, his cock driving deep into her wanton body. He needed full control. He needed to own her.
She submitted.
She heaved as he filled her again and again, her tiny universe exploding around his hard, rigid cock.
He was pounding into her harder, faster, rougher. His hands left her wrists to hold her hands, still forcing them down on to the soft surface but fingers interlocking.
Somehow, she found her own knees bending to lock around his muscular hips.
He liked it, his eyes darkening with pleasure as he thrust at a deeper angle, making her wail out, the next brutal thrust sending her over the edge as her vagina spasmed.
She gripped him with her climax.
He pounded even harder into the tighter channel, a loud growl emitting from his chest.
She stared up at his muscular body, at the very sweaty shoulders, the broad chest, the tight hips. She was intoxicated by him. She winced, the next thrusts so hard it left traces of pain in her body despite her lubrication. It didn't matter. She needed him. She came. He screwed her deeper on to the table. She came again. He bent down and bit her neck. She came again.
Finally, his hands left her hands and gripped her ankles instead, lifting her hips up. He slammed harder into her, his cock reaching an impossibly deep spot into her.
Her mouth fell open.
There was no turning back for either of them.
He cock was a blur now, only a huge rigid ram pounding relentlessly into his captive princess. Slam, slam, slam, slamslamslam, slamslamslamslamslam.
He roared one more time.
He exploded spurts of hot semen deep into her body. She felt it, large amounts of hot seed shooting into her like a volcano had erupted inside her tiny body. She screamed out continuously, feeling the hotness burn her as his cock - still hard, drove in and out of her defenseless, spasming canal. Her vagina was fasciculating out of control, trying to will the thick intrusive member out of her but gripping it tight in its depths at the same time. She felt her canal fill, her womb full of his hot, dark seed.
Her mouth remained open, eyes wide with shock and pleasure.
Her body would never be the same again, destroyed by pleasure.
She was his, and nothing else mattered.
She fainted.