ضThe morning sun was a lie.
Its warm light poured through the cracked stone walls, but inside the ruined room, Lily lay tangled in the same velvet cushion — body still weak, skin still flushed, his thighs still sticky from the night before.
His cursed body never let him forget. Every small movement brought back the tingling ache between his legs, the lingering warmth of her gloved touch. Even now, his soft whimpers slipped out without control.
"Nnh... mmh..."
The heavy sound of a door creaking open made his heart skip.
She was back. The woman who claimed him, body and mind, without even giving her name.
But this time, she wasn't alone.
The click of heels echoed through the stone hallway, followed by a softer, slower set of footsteps. Another woman. The moment their eyes met his fragile, trembling body — he saw the same hunger, the same twisted interest.
"So this is the little demon toy you mentioned?"
Her voice was sweet, but sharp like a blade wrapped in silk.
The first woman stepped beside her, smirking.
"Isn't he perfect? Helpless, weak... always wet, always moaning."
Lily's cheeks flushed deep red. He curled up, trying to hide his shame, but the curse betrayed him again — his body quivering, his thighs squeezing together, a soft sound slipping out.
"Aah... nghh..."
The second woman crouched beside him, her hand reaching out to brush his flushed cheek, fingers lingering against his lips.
"Mmm, so soft... so cute. I wonder how loud you'll scream when both of us play with you."
Her words sent a sharp pulse straight to his core, his heart racing, his breath broken and unsteady. His body already knew there was no escape.
"Don't worry, little one."
She leaned in closer, her tongue grazing his ear.
"We're going to take such good care of you."
The women's laughter danced through the air, sweet and dangerous, while Lily's cursed body prepared for another long, dark day of surrender.
The two women circled him like wolves closing in on a helpless, trembling rabbit.
Lily's body ached with sweet exhaustion, but the moment their fingers brushed against his cursed skin, a new wave of heat pulsed deep inside — raw, wild, impossible to ignore.
The second woman's hand slid under his chin, lifting his face. Her nails, long and painted black, grazed along his throat, light enough to make him shiver but sharp enough to make his heart skip.
"Look at you. Your little body's already begging... even without a single command."
She whispered, lips close enough for her breath to warm his cheek.
The first woman knelt behind him, pressing her chest against his back, her hands roaming freely — tracing the lines of his waist, his hips, then sliding lower, teasing the soft inner side of his trembling thighs.
"Aah...! Nnh..."
His voice cracked, the helpless sounds escaping even before her fingers fully reached their target.
"See that? He's addicted to being touched."
Her voice dripped with delight, her fingers barely brushing over his sensitive slit, making him twitch violently and whimper like a broken doll.
The second woman leaned closer, licking along his delicate cursed horns, her tongue slow, warm, and teasing.
"Mmm, he tastes just as sweet as he looks."
Her free hand slid to his chest, fingers grazing his hardened, sensitive nipples, rolling them slowly between thumb and finger.
"Nnhh... aah... s-stop... I-I c-can't..."
His voice trembled, tears threatening to fall, his cursed body already betraying him — hips grinding subtly, begging for more, even as his mind struggled to keep hold of dignity.
"Oh, sweetheart... your body has already chosen for you."
The first woman whispered, her fingers pressing more firmly, stroking the pulsing, wet warmth between his thighs — each slow motion pulling sharper moans from his throat.
"That's it. Let us hear you."
The second woman pressed her lips to his ear, her voice soft but commanding.
And Lily...
Couldn't stop. Couldn't hide. Couldn't fight it.
The two women worked in perfect harmony — one teasing his chest, his nipples aching under her touch; the other stroking him lower, each movement slow and torturous, making his whole body twitch and jerk in their hands.
"Aah—! P-please... please... I'm... I'm going to—"
His voice broke into a sharp, high-pitched cry as his body arched helplessly, the curse taking over, his release ripping through him, hot and wet, spilling all over her gloved hand, his body collapsing into their arms.
But they didn't stop.
The hands kept moving, the teasing never slowed. The soft, wet sounds and his breathless, desperate moans filled the room — the beginning of a new, endless cycle of pleasure and sweet torment.
"You thought we'd let you go after one round?"
The first woman whispered, licking the tears off his cheek.
"Oh, little demon... the day is just starting."
Lily's body was no longer his own.
His mind floated somewhere far, lost between waves of pleasure and helpless exhaustion. His cursed skin burned, soaked in sweat and the thick, sticky mess that stained his thighs.
The two women had no mercy. Their hands moved over him, slow and deliberate, refusing to let his trembling body rest even for a second.
"Aah—! Nnh... nghh!"
Every time his body tried to relax, another sharp stroke or pinch would send him spiraling again, his moans growing more broken, more desperate, more beautiful.
The second woman sat on the edge of the bed, pulling him between her legs.
Her hand wrapped tightly around his sensitive, cursed cock — still hard, still twitching, coated in his own fluids.
Her other hand pushed two gloved fingers into his mouth, making him suck them clean, his lips trembling around the leather.
"Mmmh... nghh..."
His helpless, muffled moans vibrated against her fingers as her hand pumped him slowly, squeezing every last ounce of heat from his overstimulated body.
"So dirty... so easy."
She giggled, pulling her wet fingers from his lips and letting them trail down his chest, circling his stiff, aching nipples until his back arched and another high-pitched cry spilled from his throat.
The first woman moved behind him, her hands parting his legs wider, her tongue dragging along the wet mess between his thighs, licking him clean, tasting every last drop of his curse-tainted seed.
"Delicious... I could taste you forever."
Her voice was dark and sweet, her breath hot against his skin.
She slid a gloved finger lower, pressing it against his tight, trembling hole — pushing in slowly, feeling him shudder violently around her touch.
"Aah—! No... p-please...!"
But his pleas were music to their ears, not commands.
The second woman leaned closer, kissing his tear-soaked cheek, whispering against his ear:
"Beg harder, little demon. The more you whimper, the more I'll use you."
Her words sent a raw shock straight through him. His cursed body clenched tightly around the invading finger, his cock twitching and leaking once more, even before she started moving.
They worked him in sync, her finger thrusting deep, her other hand stroking his cock — the slow, wet sounds mixing perfectly with his choked, helpless moans.
"Nnhh... I-I'm... I c-can't...!"
His body tensed, sharp waves of orgasm ripping through him again, forcing his hips to buck forward as he came hard, his release splashing against her hand and stomach. His mind blanked, his mouth wide open in a silent scream.
But they still didn't stop.
The first woman pushed another finger inside, stretching him wider, her voice soft and merciless:
"Good boy... still so tight... but you'll loosen up soon."
The second woman tilted his face toward hers, licking the tears from his flushed cheeks before pressing her lips to his — deep, wet, and possessive.
"You belong to us now."
"And this is only the beginning."