The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 639 - 99 - To The Holy City (4)

"H-How do we even use this, Leon?" Trill asked, her voice uncertain as her eyes scanned the collection before her. Her hands hovered hesitantly over the array of toys laid out neatly on the cabinet, the subtle tremble in her fingertips betraying her nervous curiosity. "It all looks very complicated…"

I let out a quiet breath, stepping closer as I examined the assortment. "I'll refrain from using some of the dildos," I said calmly, though my tone carried a hint of warning. "There's a possibility these have already been used by someone else. And I absolutely hate the idea of a dildo—especially one of unknown origin—going in and out of either of you."

"I-I see..." Trill replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she withdrew her hand from the nearest toy.

The two of them slowly set the dildos back down on the cabinet, as though they were returning something dangerous and forbidden. The faint clinking of plastic and rubber against wood was the only sound filling the room for a moment.

"Well," Titania began, her voice laced with confidence and a playful smirk tugging at her lips, "it's not like any of them are large compared to yours anyway."

That made me pause for a brief second. It seemed she had unwavering faith in my cock—that it alone was more than enough to satisfy her deepest desires. She didn't even consider needing a toy, no matter how many options were laid before her. That kind of blind trust stirred something primal in me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't stroke my ego a bit. It would've been disappointing if I couldn't at least measure up against the synthetic competition. Then again, some of these toys were designed to be monstrous—crafted after the longest, thickest, most grotesquely exaggerated dicks ever known to man. Whoever had modeled for those... well, I had more inches than him. That's all that mattered to me.

Time ticked by, the air growing heavier with anticipation, and then—without a word—Titania and Trill began removing their clothes.

In the corner of the room, Rose's gaze flickered nervously. She tried not to stare, but I caught the glint in her eye. She'd already seen us having sex back at the hot spring, but now... now she looked conflicted, flustered even, as though watching us again was stirring something deep inside her that she didn't want to admit.

Titania and Trill moved slowly, as if deliberately trying to prolong the moment. Their fingers trailed across their skin, sliding under fabric, tugging gently. Piece by piece, they stripped away their clothes until nothing remained but their underwear—sexy, lacy things that hugged their bodies perfectly, accentuating every curve, every soft dip and swell. They stood before me with flushed cheeks and quickened breath, the room now thick with sensual tension.

"I wish I could've showered first..." Trill murmured shyly, avoiding my gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"You don't have to," I said gently. "We'll wash ourselves afterward."

My words seemed to reassure her. Her lips parted slightly in surprise, and then a faint blush bloomed on her cheeks. Her tail began wagging—slowly at first, then faster, swaying with pure, innocent delight. She looked absolutely adorable.

"Then…" I said, stepping toward the cabinet again. "Let's start with this."

My hand reached out instinctively and grabbed the first item I saw—two blindfolds made of soft black fabric. They felt smooth in my hand, almost inviting. Beside them were a few crimson candles. I grabbed those too, deciding they might serve some purpose. With a flick of my fingers, I lit them using a small spark of magic, the flames coming to life with a soft whoosh. Their warm, flickering glow bathed the room in an alluring red hue, casting dancing shadows across the walls and ceiling.

"Now then," I said, my tone slightly darker now. "It's been a while since I've done any proper BDSM, so I may be a little rusty. Would you two trust me?"

They both nodded slowly. I could see the hesitation in their eyes, the faint tension in their shoulders—but they trusted me. Even through the nervousness, they wanted this.

I guided them to the X-cross standing at the center of the room. Its dark wooden frame gleamed under the candlelight. I took their hands—one at a time—and placed them against the thick leather cuffs already fastened to the arms of the X. Titania's wrists were the first. I buckled one securely into place, making sure it was tight, but not uncomfortable. Then I moved to the other wrist, repeating the process with care. Next came her ankles. The sound of buckles clicking into place echoed through the quiet space, adding a rhythmic beat to the growing anticipation.

While fastening Titania's bindings, I couldn't help but notice it—she was soaked. A gleaming trail of wetness shimmered down her smooth inner thighs, flowing gently from her pussy like a warm stream. She was beyond ready. The sheer amount of arousal pouring from her told me everything I needed to know.

After securing her to the X-cross, I stepped back for a moment, admiring the sight. She was spread open, completely restrained—vulnerable, yet somehow more powerful than ever in her surrender.

"Wow... I really can't move with this," Titania whispered, tugging slightly at her restraints. "S-Somehow, the feeling of not being able to do anything is kind of... exciting."

"You haven't even felt the half of it yet," I told her, my voice calm, but edged with dark amusement. "I'm not done preparing you."

I still had the blindfold.

With deliberate slowness, I stepped behind the X-cross and reached up to place the soft fabric over her eyes. As the cloth made contact with her skin, she gasped.

"Ah…"

Her reaction was immediate. The moment the blindfold settled around her eyes, her breathing hitched. I didn't tie it too tight—just snug enough to plunge her into darkness. The deprivation of her sight would amplify everything else—every touch, every whisper, every sound. Her other senses would now be on high alert.

Even as anxiety crept up from her chest, I could see how much it thrilled her. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from raw anticipation. The uncertainty of what was coming heightened everything. Her juices were flowing even more now, streaming freely from her pussy, dripping down her thighs, glistening in the candlelight like molten desire.

Now, all that was left... was the ball gag.

"Nia, open your mouth," I instructed.

The moment her lips parted, I slipped the ball gag between them. It nestled snugly into place, pressing down on her tongue as I reached behind her head to fasten the straps. I pulled them tight, not enough to hurt, but firm enough to keep the gag secured. The soft click of the buckle locking echoed slightly in the room, sealing her silence. She was no longer capable of speech—only muffled, breathy noises could escape her now.

Trill stood nearby, her eyes fixed on the scene before her with a mix of awe and disbelief, like she was witnessing a version of me she'd never quite imagined. Her gaze lingered for a beat too long before she finally found her voice.

"Um, Leon… are you going to do the same to me?" she asked.

That question sparked a thought. Using the X-cross again for her felt repetitive—too standard, especially when the room offered far more intricate and humiliating options for play.

"Then, I suppose you'll go here," I told her.

I led her toward the pillory—a cruel device carved from dark, polished wood, worn smooth by time and use. It was designed for submission in its rawest, most humiliating form. The middle section had a wide, rounded hole for the neck, flanked on either side by smaller openings for the wrists. Due to its structure and height, once someone was locked into it, their upper body would naturally fold over, their ass pushed upward and outward—an open display for the dominant's pleasure and will.

I watched her slowly lean in, her breathing slightly heavier now. I lifted the top of the pillory, guiding her head gently into the center slot. Her wrists followed naturally into the smaller holes, her fingers twitching ever so slightly with tension. Then, with one deliberate movement, I lowered the wooden bar back down, encasing her in place. I slid the lock into place with a sharp, metallic clack, ensuring she couldn't move an inch. Her back arched forward, ass presented toward me perfectly, while her tail gave the smallest flick, swaying back and forth in a slow, almost teasing rhythm.

And what an incredible ass she had—full, round, and begging to be touched.

I reached for a blindfold next. The fabric was soft against her skin as I slipped it over her eyes, adjusting it until it covered her vision completely. Darkness would sharpen her other senses—heighten the vulnerability already coursing through her. Then came the final touch—I gently pressed a ball gag between her lips and buckled it securely behind her head, cutting off her ability to speak. Now she couldn't see, couldn't speak, and couldn't move. She was completely at my mercy.

Her bare ass remained exposed in the perfect position, smooth and flawless beneath the flickering candlelight. I stepped away briefly and picked up a thick red candle in one hand and a riding crop in the other. The leather of the crop felt cool and firm in my grip.

Without warning, I brought the riding crop down hard against her ass.

Smack!

"Mnnnnnghhhhhhh!?"

The reaction was instant. A muffled cry erupted from behind her gag, a sharp jolt of sound filled with surprise, pain, and a rush of arousal all at once. Her body trembled, locked in place but fully responsive.