*This story is a continuation of the Prophesied Maiden. Please read the previous chapters. It contains nonconsentual scenes.*
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Chapter 3
I had been given one day's rest. One of the maidens from the other night had returned and washed me delicately all over. The effects of the serum had lasted even a day later, with her gentle swipes across my pussy and my breasts causing my pussy to dampen. I begged her to release me, promised her whatever she wanted, threatened her even but she merely smiled and blessed me as the Prophesied Maiden. These people are all crazy, I thought. But I needed my strength back before I could fight them and make my escape. So I ate the food they gave me, warily, always aware that it could have even more serum inside. Luckily it didn't seem to have any, so I was safe from my own uncaged desire.
As I turned myself in to sleep for the night, my cheeks flamed at how much I had enjoyed the sex. I could lie and say I was being forced, that it was all the serum. But I knew that was only part of it. I was drawn to the Elder in a way I couldn't describe. His dark, wanton looks, his possessive touch that lit me on fire. I wanted to not want him, but I craved him at the same time.
I snorted, trying to snap myself out of it. This is just freaking Stockholm's Syndrome, I thought. I rolled over, ignoring my dirty thoughts.
I woke up with an odd minty taste in my wide-open mouth, and a heavy presence at my back. I smacked my lips, trying to get rid of the flavour and slowly becoming aware of an arm around my waist and my nakedness. Pretty sure I was wearing a shirt when I went to sleep...
"Hello pet," a dark rumble at my ear. My pussy clenched in response.
I tried to move away quickly but the arm kept me flush to his chest. He gripped one of my tits tight in his hand. I could feel a growing hardness between my legs. I whimpered softly.
"Did you think I had forgotten about you?" the Elder crooned, trailing his spare hand down the length of my body. My mind scrambled, focusing on the tingling sensation of his hands. No! Elbow him, turn around and punch him, whatever you need to do to--
"I'll bet you're wondering why that feels so good," he murmured, now moving his skilled fingers closer to my throbbing pussy. I gasped aloud, closing my eyes, hoping he would go closer whilst also dreading it.
"I've been in the lab while you've been recovering," his fingers trailed across my lips, sending a shudder through me. "I've figured out how to make the serum into a single dissolvable sheet, much like a mint. Even better, it's more potent and lasts longer." I could feel his grin as he finally dipped his finger into my aching folds. "So we have all day to play, my pet."
I was already soaked for him. I groaned as he languished in my pussy lips, running my wetness back and forth across my clit. Every swipe sent sparks of desire shooting through my body, and my pussy clenched hungrily on emptiness. I was already close to coming and he had barely started. I breathed heavily, and grabbed his hand to press harder on my clit.
"Please," I begged.
He growled in response. "Please, who?"
"Please, Daddy," I cried.
He moved suddenly, gripping my wrists and wrapping them in silky bondage above my head, tying it to the headboard.
"I want to touch you," I pouted.