The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 640 - 99 - To The Holy City (5)

A vivid red mark bloomed across Trill's flawless, porcelain-white ass the instant the riding crop lashed against her supple skin. The sound—sharp and crisp—cut through the heavy silence like a whip through silk. The stark contrast between the inflamed strike and her otherwise untouched skin made it look like a painter's brush had graced her flesh in violent passion.

A muffled scream escaped her gagged mouth—strained and trembling with suppressed intensity.

Titania, still strung up on the X-cross like a helpless marionette, flinched at the sound. Though her eyes were veiled by a thick blindfold, rendering her vision useless, her other senses had sharpened dramatically. The softest tremors, the faintest cries—everything reached her ears with terrifying clarity. She didn't know what had happened, couldn't see the cause, but she felt it. Her breath caught. Her heart thudded. Anxiety began bubbling up from the pit of her stomach and climbing toward her chest.

She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. Her body, suspended with all limbs spread wide, instinctively tried to close in on itself. She attempted to press her thighs together, to shield the growing sensitivity between her legs—but the restraints held her open, vulnerable a d exposed. And it showed—her panties were soaked through, the fabric dark with wetness. Slick trails of arousal slid shamelessly down her inner thighs, dripping steadily onto the floor beneath her in quiet, betraying splashes.

Turning back to Trill, I raised my hand again and delivered another sharp smack to her ass.

"Mnnnnnn!?"

She let out another muffled moan, her cry broken and deliciously strained by the ball gag stuffed between her lips. Her body jerked forward on reflex, back arching dramatically, her breasts rising with the motion. The impact made her ass jiggle before tensing, and I caught it right away—her pussy was beginning to glisten with even more wetness. The effect was immediate and obvious. She was enjoying it.

I picked up the lit candle next, its small flame flickering gently in the dim room, casting dancing shadows across her trembling form. Holding it above her, I tilted it slightly, allowing a drop of molten wax to fall.

"Mnnnn...!"

The hot wax sizzled as it met her skin, landing squarely on the already-reddened area of her butt. Her body tensed, every muscle locking up in an instant. Though it wouldn't burn or scar, the brief sting was intense enough to spike through her nerves like lightning. That brief moment of pain shot directly to her brain, lighting up pleasure receptors in the aftermath like a chain reaction.

"Mnn...!"

Tiny beads of scarlet wax continued to fall, one after the other. Each drop hit her punished skin with a muted hiss, sinking into her tender flesh. And each time it did, she trembled—her tail shooting up stiffly, her thighs twitching, her breath shuddering out in hot bursts.

"Mnn...! Mnn...!"

I reached for a feather next—a deceptively innocent tool, soft and weightless in the hand but wicked when used properly. In the world of S&M, once pain had primed the nerves, the lightest touch could become unbearable in the most delicious ways.

"Mnnnnnnnnn...!"

Just the feather brushing her skin made her body jump. I hadn't even moved it, only touched it lightly to the affected area—and still, she shivered violently, a wave of sensation crashing through her.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I dragged the feather across the spot that had been slapped and waxed.

"Hnnn...!"

She gasped beneath the gag. Her hips bucked, her breathing stuttered. The combination of burning heat followed by soft stimulation overwhelmed her body. Every nerve in her lower half was on fire—pleasure, pain, and something impossibly sweet intertwining in her core.

I moved her damp underwear to the side, revealing her soaked pussy. Without hesitation, I guided the feather lower, dragging its delicate edge directly across her glistening folds.

The result was instant.

"Mnnnnnnnnnnnn...!!!!"

Her body convulsed. A sharp squirt of hot, clear love juices erupted from her pussy, splashing loudly against the floor below. Her legs trembled like she'd been electrocuted, her feet rising on tiptoes. Her ass clenched, trembling uncontrollably, and her tail stiffened once more—this time locked in place like a rod.

Just the sight of her squirting—completely undone by a feather—was enough to make my cock throb hard in my pants, aching with desire.

I turned away and stepped toward Titania next. The moment my footsteps reached her ears, her body reacted.

She tensed up and let out a soft, panicked moan through her gag.

With her sight stolen by the blindfold, her hearing had taken control. Every sound—the rustle of clothes, the creak of leather, the wet squelch of arousal—hit her like thunder. She could probably even hear Rose's panting breaths from behind me.

"Now then…" I muttered thoughtfully, standing before her. "What should I do to you, Nia?" I asked, more rhetorical than anything. "Since I used a painful method on Trill, would it be fair to do the same to you?" I let the words hang. "This is S&M, after all."

I gripped the riding crop tightly and brought it down across her thigh.

"Mnnnnnnghhh!?"

The crack echoed loud and sharp, followed by a high-pitched, muffled cry. Her leg jerked against the restraints, the flesh quivering violently. And then—her pussy responded. A fresh stream of clear juices flowed freely from between her legs, running down the inside of her thighs.

"You're absolutely soaked, Nia," I said coolly. "Don't tell me you're secretly a masochist?"

Of course, she didn't reply. She couldn't. The gag stuffed into her mouth made sure of that.

I raised the crop again and delivered a second smack—this time across her other thigh. The white skin turned pink instantly, then bloomed red in a heartbeat.

"Mnnnghhh!?"

Her hips bucked against the restraints. Another gush of pussy juice flowed out of her, thick and fast. The scent of raw, feminine arousal—sharp, tangy, citrusy—filled the room.

I licked my lips slowly, savoring the taste of anticipation. There was a dark thrill surging through my veins, an electric charge dancing on my skin. I've said this before—but I'll say it again without shame—I'm a massive sadist at heart. Of course, I'd never bring real harm to any of my girls just because I was a sadist. That line was never meant to be crossed. But indulging in a bit of consensual S&M roleplay? Now that was a different story entirely. That alone was enough to light a fire in my core, the kind that made my blood boil and my cock twitch with excitement.

Speaking of which...

The pressure inside my pants was starting to grow unbearable. My cock had been straining hard against the fabric for far too long, pulsing with every beat of my heart. It was beginning to hurt, the tightness like a noose squeezing the pleasure out of me. I reached down and pulled my cock out from my pants with a sigh of relief, letting it spring free into the cool air.

Behind me, I heard the sudden, sharp inhale of breath.

Rose.

I turned slightly, just in time to catch her reaction. She had already turned away, her face hidden by the hand she clamped over her mouth. But even from this angle, I could see her blushing madly. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her eyes avoiding mine. She had said she didn't want to participate in this and claimed she was just going to watch. But that reaction? It told me more than words ever could. The curiosity was eating away at her. She wanted in. She just didn't know it yet.

After tossing aside my pants altogether, freeing myself completely, I made my way back to Titania—my cock bobbing slightly with every step. I knelt down before her restrained body, sinking to the floor until her glistening pussy was right in front of my eyes.

And gods, the smell—sharp, fresh, and drenched in lust. That citrus-like scent of arousal was heavy in the air, making my head spin.

I reached up and slid her soaked panties to the side. My gaze locked on her pussy, pink and needy, juices already flowing down her thighs. I didn't wait. I leaned in, letting my tongue glide forward, and gave her a long, deliberate lick.

"Hnnnghhh!?"

The sound that burst out of her was half a moan, half a choked cry. Her body jolted instantly, arching forward as her back tensed. She went completely rigid the moment my tongue touched her sensitive folds, the shock of pleasure overtaking her senses.

I didn't stop. I let my tongue harden slightly and then pushed it inside, probing deep into her heat.

"Mnnnnnn!?"

She squirmed, trying to back away, her head shaking faintly in protest—but the restraints held her perfectly in place. She couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. Her arms were stretched, legs spread open, body completely at my mercy. I grinned into her pussy.

Spreading her apart with my fingers, I watched as a thick glob of white love juice began to slide out of her. I caught it with my tongue before it could drip, savoring the slightly sweet, salty taste. I lapped it up greedily, then dove back in—this time, assaulting her with everything I had.

My fingers moved to join the action. I slipped two digits inside her, curling them expertly upward until I hit her g-spot. At the same time, my tongue flicked and circled her clit with practiced ease.

"Mnnn... hmmmnn... mnnn... mnnnn...!"

Her moans grew heavier, more ragged, every breath sounding like a desperate gasp for air. Her body was trembling, thighs twitching with every pass of my tongue and fingers.

And then she broke.

With a high, muffled cry, she squirted violently—hot fluid splashing against my face and dripping down my chin.

"Mmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"

I stood up slowly, letting the slick juices drip down my skin. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, licking a bit of the taste off my thumb.

"It looks like that felt really good," I murmured softly, my voice thick with arousal. "Now then... it's time for the real thing."

With that, I stepped forward and pressed the tip of my cock against her soaked, needy pussy.