V3 Chapter 43

What is he saying?

What is he trying to do?!

Regina looked up at the accursed Foxman with wide, wild eyes. He couldn't mean what he said. There was some trick, she thought, some plan he had that would hurt her even more.

However, she didn't think she could take any more pain, any more torture.

What was he planning? Hadn't he hurt her enough already? Now he had some pin to hurt her even more. Well, she wasn't going to let him. She wasn't going to get up. She wasn't going to try to escape. She would not be fooled anymore.

Regina grunted in frustration. Her thighs still spread apart when she felt the shameless red-haired whore’s hand moved toward her hot pussy.

She moaned as she touched her warm mound through the thin cloth of her thong. Reflexively or not, she pushed against the warm hand, trying to cure the burning desire developing in her loins. But then she realized, the red-haired woman held her hand still and only allowed a light touch, however, teasing her on to even more passion.

Cian looks at her with a faint smile. Then, he squatted and look at her straight into her eyes, as he said; “What? Say, just say a word. And if you promised, no, it’s better if you take a blood oath, that you would not say anything about us, about what happened between us, and the death of your comrades, I will let you leave. And would not do anything again. How about that? Isn't that better? So do it, say the magic word, and you will be out of this hell,”

Regina felt her body trembled-

Why?

What the hell is this?

“What are you not saying anything? Don't you want to get away from us? Make it clear."

Regina snapped awake, then nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak. This was all so strange. What is he really planning this time? Is he telling the truth? She wondered. However, her mind was full of haze to think straight.

“He’s not lying. My Cian would never lie like that. So, choose. Stay, and be our slave, or leave, and out of our lives, forever,” Amadea behind her said with clear mischief. Her hands holding her waist gently, making circles as if waiting for her answer.

Once more, Regina felt confused. Something strange was going on. She gulped from the suddenly tense atmosphere that frightened her even more.

"Then say the magic word. I keep my words, and you know that Werebeast does... so, what are you waiting for?"

Cian stood up, scratched his head- his big prick swayed just inches above her head. Regina’s eyes turned toward it as if attracted, and her mouth watered, feeling something between her open legs clenched tight as a fist.

Not receiving an answer, he shrugs his shoulders with a helpless expression. Truthfully, he was saying the truth. He would let her leave, as he had already placed a mark inside her- a tracing mark. As for whether he can fuck her or not, that's secondary. The main purpose he wanted her alive, is something else. Still, if he can have a taste of her body, well, of course, that would be better.

But... this situation seemed to be even more interesting.

“Oh well, I’ll take your silence as a Yes, then. You can go now. I won’t see you off, though for Amadea and I still have a prior appointment,”

"Oooh, I can’t wait!"

Amadea moaned against her ears. Though, whether teasing her or not, Cian didn't know. Perhaps, she was really teasing her as to Regina’s suffering, she once again felt her hand go again to her pussy. She could even feel how her juices had soaked through her thong and into her pubic hair. She felt the woman's hand pressed hard against the soft, hot mound and she groaned deep in her throat with the pleasure it gave her lust-filled body.

“Let’s do it again, Cian I want you in me, right now, please!”

Amadea smirked, and quickly released the pressure. However, this left Regina wanting more and more.

“What are you doing?”

Cian smiled wryly at the scene of Amadea molesting Regina. This girl, did she get addicted to touching a woman?

“Let her go so that we can continue-”

"Okay~"

"No!"

Regina shrieked. Her voice was quite loud, frantic that it even surprised Cian and Amadea. They look at her. The young woman bit her lips, both her body and lips trembling.

Stop! she told herself. However, "Please, no!"

What am I saying?! Wait, this, I meant…

"I don't want to go!”

No, not that!!

Regina, you shameless whore, what are you saying?!

Despite what she was thinking, the words coming out of her mouth were completely different.

Regina felt her mind turned hazy, messed up beyond recognition as if she was intoxicated, drunk. The red-haired bitch’s incredible touch on her loin, the smell of the Foxman’s scent, the situation she was completely trapped in, all was driving her out of her mind. And her body was out of control.

“I won’t say anything. I would do whatever you want. So, please- Foxman! Please take me! Make love with me like you did with her! Please!"

This, I can’t believe what I’m saying! Why?! No matter how much I hate it…! but…why?

Why is it that part of me wants it…?!

Why is it that no matter how I feel, think, deny, my body craves for him!

"Stay now, slave, and you stay for good,"

Amadea licked her lips, and she sexily whispered in her ears. She was like a demon tempting innocent souls to depravity.

“Stay now, and you will be our slave, you will do everything we want, and everything we desire.”

"Yes!"

Regina wailed, her mind coming unglued. It would be terrible, a living hell. But she knew it was the only thing for her.

"I want to be your little slave, I want to be your whore. Use my body as you want! Oh, please love me and hurt me and give me incredible pleasure! I want it! I want you!!"

Cian knelt to eye-level with her.

“Is that so?”

His gaze wandered over her features, noticing everything about her while she simply stayed her sights into his eyes.

“Then, take a blood oath, that no matter what happens, or what we wanted, you will do whatever we want- you will become our slave. If you can do that, I will give you what you want.”

His hand came up swiftly to press against the supple mound of her right breast. The sudden molestation caught her off guard, and a gasp escaped her. Regina moaned, and even more when he was squeezing them so hard that blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy.

“If you take a blood oath, and be our little, beautiful slave, we will give you the pleasure you have never felt before in your life. Just say the world, and all the pleasure in the world would be in your hands,” he said with a mischievous tone.

It’s working rather smoothly than he imagined. Humans are such. While it’s possible to build up a resistance to pain. However, there is one thing that humans can never resist…yes, it’s none other than, pleasure.

Even Cian can never say that he was immune to it. Unlike his Family’s Dual Compositions, he was far worse, as he was less resistant to temptation- to pleasure.

A living body’s natural reaction to pleasure is generally a pleasant one. Coincidentally, the human body’s design allows this form of stimulation. Hence, it’s nigh impossible to have much resistance from it- no matter how much one trains. And well, of course, unless one completely cuts off one's emotions.

A human body’s breeding instinct is far stronger than any feelings in the world. And that it’s one of the traits that has hardly evolved from beasts.

Regina stared up into the Foxman’s lusting red eyes and found she couldn't refuse him. Their gazes locked and for some reason, she could not look away, as much as she wanted to- the Werebeast held her stare entrancing her to give in to his desires.

Thus, in the end, she nodded her head as if in a trance.

“I will,” she started.

“… please I will, I swear on my blood I will be your slave, I will do your bidding, whatever you wanted!”

Regina felt her mouth opened, and out of her control.

A part of her clear mind was crying to say stop, confused about what was going on, but when she said that, she felt her blood seem to boil, getting hotter and she knows what it means.

Cian grinned, the little girl is truly so weak to temptation. Weaker than he ever imagined. His hand drifted away from the breast, to her soft, smooth shoulder. His touch tingled her like steady, harmless currents of electricity.

This caused Regina’s mind to become even more baffled, confused, excited. She sighed, all the tension seeming to leave her body like lightning bolts of strange sensations shot through her breasts and loins.

As he softly kneaded the muscles along the top of her shoulders, she felt strange, alien feelings sweep through her body.

“W, werebeast, pl, please,” she moaned. Her own voice seemed far away.

Cian looks at her and smiled. His hands had moved down in front of her so that they rested just above the swellings of her breasts.

“Stay, and you will stay forever- are you really okay with that?”

“Yes, yes, do it, please,”

Cian grinned, as both of his palms cupped either tit, lifting them just slightly to sample their weight. The draft of the grotto made the sensitive flesh tighten with goose-bumps until her pink nipples puffed out. He bumped them with his thumbs before circling the tingling areola. He was being surprisingly gentle for the moment, creating jolts of pleasure to rush up to her spine.

It was hard not to moan while having her large breasts fondled so carefully. Then, he squeezed her luscious, round tits, and her words caught in her throat. She moaned and her buttocks shifted in the ground, sliding down and allowing her legs to splay out slightly before her.

“See, I told you, he can be a considerable lover,” she heard the red-haired woman said on her ear.

“He is good, and will always pursue mutual pleasure, not just his own. You won’t regret your decision. I assure you. He is better than all men you know, much better than your own lover.”

“Hnmmmmm!!”

Regina groaned from her words, and from when the Foxman suddenly pinched her right nipple.

“You really have beautiful breasts, Regina. I will love them, and treasure them surely,”

Cian did not take his eyes away from her chest, switching from one to the other while the method of massage altered between hands. His left hand was becoming more assertive while the right maintained smooth caresses that were almost tender. Gentle… after the stick should be the carrot.

Can that idiom be used here?

Cian mused. Then, he said nothing when he lifted her right breast, cradling it so that he could dip his mouth down to fasten his mouth around the nipple. His tongue darted around the pink area, probing thoroughly. When his teeth closed on the tender nub, Regina hissed and feared that he might’ve broken skin; he didn’t, but it did sting. Increasing the suction of his lips, he tugged on the tip until it popped from his mouth and wobbled into place.

Regina held her breath, expecting him to begin nursing on her other breast, but he just sat back and gazed lustfully at her tits.

“Do you like it?”

Once again, his thumbs began to roll over the taut peaks and tweak them intently.

“Ahhh yes, yes, so good, I never had someone do this to me before, I can’t believe it feels so good,”

It was becoming harder and harder to keep herself from reacting as he worked on her body as if she was clay being molded into perfection by his hands. Now that she had accepted her situation, submitted to his desire, it’s as if she can feel everything clearly compared to before.

She even felt her left tit was molded like putty in his hand. He jostled it, squeezed it, and bounced it before letting the heavy globe drop. She saw his sleek eyes narrowed before he suddenly slapped the breast with enough force to make both mounds wobble and wreck her resolve with a sudden grunt.

Did it hurt, or did her body process pleasure from the smack?

Regina’s head dropped, red hair draping around her face. When she looked at the area where she was slapped, she could see the red imprint of his palm tainting her creamy skin. It stung and made her shiver; another dosage of heat spread to her crotch, and she was sure that her thong was becoming saturated with arousal.

Her face turned a darker shade of pink, almost red, at the prospect that she was some kind of pervert as well. Her past lovers were gentle, treating her like fine porcelain; thus, she never knew she could generate pleasure from abuse.

She lifted her head. The horrible Foxman wasn’t touching her at all now, content to just stare at her. Then, all too easily, he moved in close to her so that she could feel his electric aura once again, his hand slipped underneath the hem of her skirt, bunching it up over her thighs as his fingers pressed firmly against her crotch. Her eyes widened with a sharp gasp.

For just that one moment, all of her muscles tensed before immediately giving out. She felt his finger dipped into the wet crease of her crotch and slid inexorably in between the plump, heated lips of her pussy. With unerring accuracy his fingertip found the sensitive button of her clitoris and moved sensuously across it, drawing a moan of inescapable desire from her parted, full lips. She fell against him, and she saw him smirked; she felt it like ice on the nape of her neck, but the following chuckle felt like the blaze of hell.

“Did you like being abused, played roughly, and be treated like a slave whore, Regina?” he breathed, saying her name mockingly while digging his fingers harder against her snatch, confirming that her arousal was growing. He nipped at the sensitive area beneath her ear.

“Yes, yes, please abused me as you like!”

“Ho? I never knew that our little slave wanted it rough,” the familiar shameless voice of the red-haired woman rang out again from behind her. Then, Regina felt the other woman’s hands crept against her ribs up to her breasts, replacing the hand of the Foxman on her tits, kneading both flesh on her hands.

She shivered and moaned. Amadea tugged and twisted the pink nipples, and she whimpered. The blood alraune snickered and pinched one nipple so the sensitive tip darkened and swelled, still holding it she took her other hand and flicked the tip hard with her fingers. She yelped, but she arched and squirmed too.

“...and most of all, don’t forget, you call him Master,”

Amadea stated firmly, dark eyes narrowed as she observed the red-haired slave.

Regina’s blue eyes were dazed and her mouth was open for her little panting breaths. Breaths that made her sizable chest heave. She couldn’t even find the will to deny, and she blinked and tried to focus on the Werebeast which was now her master in front of her…Great God! It felt so good!

Her thong was already uncomfortable; they were wet and sticking to her pussy with an abrading quality. Even her thighs were already damp and sticky, chafing against each other as she tried to squirm—to escape or to squeeze and rub against her clit she didn’t know. What she did know was that this Werebeast and this red-haired Alraune was amazing~!

Who knew she could feel this way from just having her breasts and genital played with?

At least, she didn't know before. But now, the pleasure she had never known her life existed, finally came to her. And she was willing to embrace it- this unexplored pleasure, even if it costs her everything she had.