Submission's Sweet Chains

The moon hung high in the velvet night, casting silver streaks through the cracked window of the dimly lit room. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and sinful surrender. Lillith's naked body lay sprawled across the silk sheets, trembling beneath the aftershocks of her first night of corruption. Her flushed skin glistened under the moonlight, marred by the marks of possession — red bites blooming along her collarbone, bruised breasts swollen from his rough handling.

Lucian's dark gaze traced every inch of his newly claimed prey. His cock twitched with renewed hunger at the sight of her ruined, glistening body — a masterpiece of submission crafted by his own hands.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned down, fingers brushing over the angry bite marks marring her delicate skin. The heat of her body called to him, the scent of her lingering climax still thick in the air.

"You're still so sensitive... little slut..." he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. His tongue flicked along the curve of her neck, making her shiver beneath him.

Lillith whimpered, her thighs instinctively pressing together, trying to shield her battered core from further torment. But Lucian's rough fingers gripped her soft flesh, forcing her legs apart with ease.

"N-No... Lucian... please... I can't..." she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion.

His golden eyes narrowed, a cruel grin curving his lips. "Can't? Did I break you so easily, pet?"

He slid two fingers through her swollen folds, feeling the heat still pooling between her legs. Her body betrayed her — even in the throes of exhaustion, she was still dripping for him.

"Your pussy says otherwise, Lillith..." he growled, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her sensitive clit. "Such a filthy little slut... getting wet even when you're begging me to stop..."

Her breath caught, shame burning in her chest — but the helpless moan that spilled from her lips only made him grin wider. His touch was both torment and ecstasy, dragging her broken body into another cycle of submission.

"P-Please... be gentle this time..." she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucian's smirk darkened, fingers plunging into her slick heat without warning.

"Gentle...? Did I give you the impression I cared about what you want, little whore?"

Her walls clenched around his fingers, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her overstimulated body. He curled his digits inside her, rubbing that sweet spot that made her see stars.

"Ahhh... ahhh... Lucian... stop... I can't—"

"Cum for me, Lillith..." he commanded, his voice low and hypnotic. "Let me see how much your body craves being used..."

Her body betrayed her once more, arching into his touch as she shattered around his fingers. Slick juices coated his hand, her broken sobs filling the room.

Lucian withdrew his fingers, glistening with her release, and brought them to her trembling lips.

"Lick it clean, pet. Taste how filthy you've become."

Tears welled in her hazel eyes, but the dominance in his gaze left her powerless to disobey. Slowly, she parted her lips, wrapping her tongue around his fingers and sucking them clean. The salty tang of her own shame filled her mouth — but the flicker of heat in Lucian's eyes made her pulse quicken.

"That's my good girl..." he purred, his hard cock grinding against her soaked slit. "Such a perfect little plaything..."

He pinned her wrists above her head, his thick shaft teasing her swollen entrance. The head of his cock rubbed against her sensitive folds, making her whimper beneath him.

"Do you want me to break you all over again, Lillith?" he whispered darkly. "Do you want me to fuck this tight little pussy until you can't even remember your own name?"

Her breath hitched, shame and desire warring inside her. But the hunger in her glassy eyes betrayed her.

"Y-Yes... please... use me... Lucian..."

A wicked grin stretched across his face. Without another word, he thrust into her soaked heat, stretching her tight walls around his thick cock once more. Her broken moans echoed through the room as he claimed her again — harder, rougher, more merciless than before.

Lucian's hands gripped her hips, pounding into her with relentless force. His teeth sank into her delicate neck, marking her as his own. He fucked her like an animal, dragging her into the depths of depraved ecstasy.

By the time dawn broke, Lillith lay shattered beneath him — her body bruised, used, and utterly broken.