6. Traven
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The iron shackles fixed around Kylie's wrists clashed against each other with a metallic ring. Kylie hung suspended, her hands gathered above her head and bound to the thick metal chain that dangled from the ceiling of the black room, its end looped through a sturdy ring. The count gazed at her smooth, naked form—arms stretched high overhead—with profound satisfaction.
Tall and statuesque, Kylie's extended arms and legs bore muscles honed to sculpted perfection by years of sword training. Her round breasts, neither too large nor too small, hung pert and firm, their crimson nipples stiffly erect. Below her slender waistline, her flat stomach flared subtly at the hips, an erotic protrusion of bone. From her sleek, resilient buttocks to her toes, the lithe line of her body stretched more beautifully than any artwork in the world.
And among all these delights, what the count cherished most was the fierce blaze in her eyes as she stared at him. That murderous glare, brimming with killing intent, delivered an unbearable ecstasy every time he claimed her. Whenever he thrust deep into her warm depths, matching the sway of her jiggling breasts, Kylie—her lips bitten in defiance—would glare at him with that deadly intensity. It drove the count to the peak of rapture.
Today, suspended like this, he couldn't savor that glare crushed beneath his bulk, but it didn't matter. Just feeling the sensation of her body was enough. After all, this was the sweet reward after months of waiting.
Amid Kylie's piercing stare, the count released K from her restraints against the wall. Her arms and legs were now free, but he left the handle of the red whip embedded below untouched—a personal indulgence of his. K's eyes were tightly blindfolded with red cloth, so once unbound, she simply stood frozen in place.
"Hng!"
The count seized K's brown hair in a rough fist and yanked her forward. She collapsed onto the black-painted floor of the dark room. Eyes covered, hair gripped by the count, K crawled blindly toward Kylie.
Kylie watched from her chains as K crawled to her feet. The count, lips curling in delight, addressed Kylie.
"This slut loves the thick thing buried in her. You like something hard and rigid too, don't you, Kylie? But your body gets so dry—I'm always worried you'll hurt yourself if we don't do this every time."
"Haahk!"
With those words, the count wrenched K's hair downward. Her head, already bowed from crawling, was forced up toward Kylie. Blindfolded in red, K's lips parted slightly in pain from the pull. The count bent to whisper in her ear.
"Please your master."
Then he shoved her body between Kylie's spread thighs. Kneeling right beneath Kylie's torso, K tilted her head up. Her red lips parted, and a hot tongue flicked out, delving between Kylie's legs.
"Eungh..."
Kylie bit her lip, but the warm, wetting sensation twisted her body involuntarily. K licked her folds with expert care, just as trained at Stunel: tongue tip pointed to trace the edges, then pressing firmly to stroke upward. The moist, warm touch made Kylie squeeze her eyes shut, lips caught between her teeth.
The count, standing beside her, licked his lips with glee as he watched. As heat built below from K's ministrations, Kylie suddenly arched from another sensation—her breasts yanked hard. The count clutched her twin mounds greedily, sucking them ravenously. The stimulation on her aroused body made her hips buck, chains rattling overhead.
Clank, clank—the sound echoed through the black room.
K's hot tongue relentlessly teased Kylie's folds and the swollen clit at their center. Kylie writhed, fighting the floating ecstasy surging through her. Slurp, slurp—K's professional technique delivered unbearable pleasure. Circling licks pressed and dragged upward over the clit in repetition until Kylie's core flooded with hot slickness, sticky and smooth.
A thrilling jolt rose from her hips, sensitizing every cell to embrace the sensations. Even the count's rough sucking on her nipples—sweet pain mingled with vacuum pulls—drove piercing moans from her throat.
"Ahk, ah... ah..."
Heat pooled below, her mind fogging in a hazy festival of languor. K flicked her tongue tip, then flattened it to wet the folds and torment the clit. The slick, scorching vortex yielded to delicate strokes, melting Kylie's body. Taut nerves prickled and strained.
"Aeut, ahng... ah..."
Drenched in deep lust, her vision blurred. The hot tongue plunged into her heated depths, lapping the wrinkled walls amid wet, squelching echoes filling the room.
"Heuuk, eungh..."
When K thrust her rigid tongue deep into the pooled nectar, ecstasy wracked Kylie's trembling frame. The invading muscle's wicked dance in her aroused core sent shudders through her, thrashing in bliss. Sensual heat swelled taut below, ready to burst.
K's relentless tongue pushed Kylie over: her mind blanked white as the molten tension exploded outward. Her pale inner thighs quivered uncontrollably from the overwhelming blaze.
"Looks like you're ready now."
The count, toying with her breasts, moved behind her. Gripping her waist with both hands, he bent her suspended body into a bow. Eyes burning with arousal on her sleek waistline, he freed his rigid cock from his trousers.
K continued tonguing between Kylie's spread thighs. The count plunged his swollen shaft deep into the hot, wet depths below her folds.
"Hng..."
Kylie bit her lip; the moan caught half-formed. As he thrust, the count closed his eyes to savor the sweet clench of her walls. K's tickling tongue at their joined seam amplified the unbearable surge.
His cock, buried deep, couldn't withstand it.
"Eu... eu..."
Her ass quivered; a few hip snaps, and the count climaxed. Lingering in the joined bliss, he finally withdrew with a wet pop. Thick, sticky fluid oozed from her gaping depths, beading on the round flesh below before dripping onto K's face.
"Clean it up."
Gripping K's brown hair, he whispered the command. K pressed her lips to Kylie's twitching folds. The count watched languidly, his glistening cock still half-hard, afterglow in his eyes.
*
Kylie stirred from her daze, senses sharpening as her body awakened. Blinking, she found herself on the sunlit bed in her room. She vaguely recalled the count carrying her here after the black room ritual ended. Relief washed over her—this room was hers, and the long-overdue ceremony was finally done.
—Knock knock.
At the sound, Kylie looked up at the bedroom door. It opened to reveal Meredis, as always.
"Are you alright?"
Kylie nodded. Using a Stunel product meant no more bleeding or raw tearing during penetration—no more writhing in agony.
"Hm..."
Meredis lingered with a dark expression, prompting Kylie to tilt her head.
"Something wrong?"
Meredis frowned.
"This dawn, K stopped functioning. We buried her under the vineyard, like last time."
The magic restraints had been failing; it wasn't surprising, but the future worried her. Kylie eyed Meredis displeased.
"Stunel can't make those anymore, right?"
"Yes. Now it's through the auctions in Lily Hall—buy at the line, pay collateral, and commission training."
"Training..."
"Not as good as magic restraints, but she can assist you."
Kylie pondered. Last night, the count—eyes blindfolded on K—seemed less fixated on her face resembling Kylie's. So a purchase fulfilling her father's demands would suffice.
"Got it. Tell the madam I'll join the auction."
Meredis nodded slightly in agreement.
"That infamous place should have something. Go take a look. Now leave—I need more rest."
At Kylie's dismissal, Meredis bowed and quietly exited the bedroom.