Chapter 58 - Bon Appétit (1/2)
”Be honoured, slave. You are my first man, the first man of the Blood Monarch of Destruction. You should be joyful, so hurry up and get rid of those tears; your sobbing is making me furious!” A sharp nail, poked gently against Simon's neck. The nail slowly increased its pressure against Simon's resilient skin, subtly penetrating into his neck.
”You won't bleed from this, I have only given you a flesh wound...It would be a shame if I have to do more...”
Simon avoided eye contact with Malece, rapidly changing his view as he darted his eyes to every single corner of the room, trying to avoid the mere shadow of the witch on top of him. In a cruel fashion, she had chained him, abused him, and stripped him of his clothes. What could Simon have pride in? He had been beaten into submission, and now he is about to be violated.
”Hmmm... not bad. The size is actually bigger than average, I didn't expect this from a mere-”
”Shut up! If you are going to do something, do it now!” Simon furiously shouted as tears leaked from his eyes. With a disgusted expression, Simon watched as Malece took off her lingerie, revealing her untouched and perpetually beautiful devilish body. He skin had no blemishes, and her figure was every devil's hopes and dreams, she is perfect. However, to Simon, he only saw a witch who didn't care about other living beings.
”Do you like the show?” Malece coldly asked as she untied the top part of her lingerie, revealing her well developed c.h.e.s.t.
”Go die.” Simon responded with a deathly gaze.
”Who are you trying to tease? I am your victim, not your lover!”
SL.A.P
”Who gave you the right to speak to me like that? Your mouth is poison, please cure yourself of it.” Malece chuckled as she looked at Simon with a cold gaze.
”You are evil. You aren't even comparable to the common street thug. You are a sadist!” Simon vilified. Still unmoving, Simon stayed with a gaze of hate. While he may have accepted that this is his fate, he did not d.e.s.i.r.e for this, he will always hate her.
”A street thug doesn't have good looks and a perfect body. Be thankful. I only need you to create an heir, so do me a favour and let your phallus become erect. Once you give in, I will do the rest of the work, and reap what I d.e.s.i.r.e. Any p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e is just an added bonus, a very nice bonus for me, since I have been pure for this long. Slave, stop looking at me with those disgusted eyes and this will be very easy for you.”
”Please...be gentle with me.” Simon showed an expression of sadness and regret, giving only little eye contact to his captor.
”Finally. Servants! Begin the A.d.u.l.thood ceremony!”
In a blur of emotions, Simon let his guard down. The aphrodisiacs finally started to take effect, increasing his carnal appetite and receptivity to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. With that final barrier broken, Simon was now fully in the hands of Malece. Just like a slave, he had to do as she d.e.s.i.r.ed, otherwise he may die a tragic death. The darkness of the Demon World finally became apparent to him. Power dictates everything, and a minor with little strength cannot house their own destiny.