It was akin to thirst. Or was it more akin to hunger?
Sebastian didn't know.
What he knew was that he was insatiable. His craving for her body was unquenchable.
He craved the feel of her against him, the scent of her in his nose. Her taste on his tongue. The way she fit perfectly inside his embrace.
He couldn't understand why he didn't feel the same feelings with her dead sister, who had the same face, the same complexion, the same body, and the same...
No.
Their smile was different.
With his enhanced vision, he saw her smile from that burial in the middle of the maze garden. Her smile as she turned to Adam Rocinante...
A heartbreaking smile. Loving, covered in grief and sorrow.
He wanted to see her break like that in front of him. He wanted to see her most vulnerable expression, breathing the same air she gasped through her sobs.
"KGH! KH!"
"What? I don't even choke you that hard..." Sebastian whispered as he forced his dick into her jaw. One of his hands strangled the back of her neck, forcing her to stay kneeling in front of him.
The fair Princess of Cassiopeia was downing his cock down her throat. But that wasn't even the best part.
Her wet and crying eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, were staring up at him in a beautiful, agonizing torture. Her lips quivered around his dick as if trying to form words—to speak those words. To tell him something.
A curse.
Sebastian smiled as the pleasure reached his spine. His waist started to tremble in impatience, but he kept himself from cumming by holding onto her head.
Then he felt her fingers digging into his thighs. Her nails scratched against his skin. A low growl escaped from him as she did this again and again and again until his knees went weak.
"Ava Cassia..."
Tight. Her throat was tight, and he poured his seed inside her throat, knowing that it would choke her even worse. It was all instinctive now. All primal. All animalistic.
And then he felt her swallow.
He grunted as she was forced to swallow every single drop of semen. He pulled out just after she finished it all—
"URP!"
"HURL!"
He grew cold the moment he saw the woman on the floor, retching and vomiting. She puked over and over and over again, coughing, choking, spitting out what little bit of thing she was forced to drink.
"Ah... too bad."
Her face was everything. But the moment he saw her puking, it turned him off. Maybe forcing her to drink it was a little bit too much.
He pulled her body up and brought her to the bathroom. When he dunked her into the cold tub, he saw her crying and traumatized.
"No. It's okay to hate me, but don't look at me like that," he whispered as he poured cold water into her body.
He sat on the edge of the bathtub and grasped her jaw. He tried to examine the damage he had made and used the water to rinse her mouth meticulously.
"B...bastard..." her trembling voice made him groan.
"See, Princess, you always manage to make me lose control. Can you stop being so... enchantingly pleasant to bully?"
Isla held her crying with all the force of sanity she had left. "You animal...!"
Sebastian sighed as he leaned in to kiss her gritting mouth and lips. It felt like he had just discovered this side of him today too. The length he would go if he failed to hold back.
In the first place, why did he need to hold back anyway?
Nothing had been interesting enough to make him have to hold himself back.
Then, was this woman truly the reason?
"What spell did you cast on me?" he asked as he pulled back from the kiss. His attempt to break her resulted in him finding out that he didn't like the feeling of her disgust. So what was it?
What kind of thing did he want to see her make in her face toward him?
“Fine. Here, stop crying,” he wiped her tears. “I will make it up to you.”
Seeing the glint of her eyes change into wariness and a questioning glare, he smirked. “I promise, my fair lady will love it.”
***
"Mmh... hic!"
Isla's breath hitched. She held back her moan at the sensation of his lips against her folds, the taste of her own juices coating his tongue, the feel of his teeth grazing her flesh.
She whimpered at his fingers, pinching her clit while his tongue lapped away her sweet nectar.
The bed sheets wrinkled in a spiral under her hand grasp. She could hear her own cries of pleasure echoing inside the bedroom, making her ashamed.
"Mmph!" Isla clenched her thighs tighter together as an orgasm approached her quickly.
Her body was still recovering from last night's ordeal, but the sensation of his lips licking her pussy, his finger circling her swollen bud, and the way his hot breath blew across her sensitive skin was already doing wonders for her.
It was only a matter of time before her legs shook and trembled under the onslaught of her climax. But that wouldn't be good. She needed to keep herself calm.
She felt a kiss... and then another kiss, with his tongue involved too. His fingers dug deep into her thighs. He squeezed them tightly, prolonging that moment before it all exploded.
And then, he felt her inside quivering with his tongue. His thumb gently stroked her swollen clit, pushing her closer to the brink.
His hands gripped her hips hard when she bucked and moaned, shaking beneath him.
He pulled her closer to his face as he kissed her folds deeper and harder, his tongue dancing around hers, tasting her more deeply than ever.
And then...
"Nn! Ah...!"
Her own palm muffled her cry, his tongue sucking on her clit as his fingers continued their magic. He felt her body jerk underneath him as she came undone, her soft sounds of bliss filling his ears.
A wave of lust washed over him, and he found himself holding onto her, wanting to taste more of her. He looked into her wide eyes, panting for air, her lips parted in a silent scream, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
He climbed up and kissed her, her body responding to his touch as he slipped his fingers inside, and she clamped her thighs tight around him.
"Mmph!"
He pushed his tongue between her teeth, feeling her squeeze his fingers between her walls, and she arched her back as he found her good spot.
He couldn't wait to get inside.