It was strange that Okino was awoken by the warm, wet, slightly ticklish feeling in his ear—and not by the breathy, feminine whispering mantra. It was also strange that he only gradually became aware of the latter as consciousness returned to him.
"I am needy, I am Hers. Her pleasure is mine, Her lust, Her cries. I am needy, I am Hers..."
His eyes shot open in alarm.
The Knight of the City was lying on the massive chair that Mistress—that
Ytheri the Sorceress
had made him cum to sleep on. Somewhat surprisingly, it was completely clean now. The Knight of the City found himself completely naked, buried in soft blankets and staring into the deep, all-seeing eyes of the psychopomp.
Kuolema—that was what Ytheri had called her—had black, bottomless pools for eyes. They weren't dark. They were void. They made his heart pound when he looked at them too long, and yet he couldn't look away. His heart kept pounding, and he started to feel a distant pain in his left arm. The pounding was growing louder when her eyelids suddenly fluttered, and like that, he was free. Kuolema let out a wispy moan as he quickly looked away.
She had long, white hair, currently done up in an immaculate topknot. She was very pale—pale as bone—and her large breasts heaved with every gasping breath she took in. She was totally nude. The air around her stank of sage and mint, and Okino saw that her hands were currently thrust between her legs as she sat, legs spread, on the arm of his chair. Her toes poked into his hip.
She batted her eyelashes at him. "You are awake."
"I..." Okino tried to avoid looking into her eyes. Something told him that that path led somewhere far darker than hypnosis. Somewhere dark, and cold, and lost to the world. Instead, he looked at her breasts. "You're Kuolema," he said, partially just for something to say.
Kuolema let out a small laugh. It was cut off midway by a much longer moan. She really wasn't holding back, was she? Okino felt his member hardening as he listened to her noises, watched her stab into herself again and again with three spindly fingers. "You're Mistress's new pet."
Okino bristled. His mind felt rejuvenated, somehow—the honey and mind control were now distant, pleasant memories, and he found his will was fully his own again. And yet something felt off. Her words echoed in his head like stones cast down a bottomless well.
I am needy. I am Hers.
He tried to get up, but the heavy blankets weighed him down. "I am no one's pet. I am Okino, Knight of the City."
"Mm. Okay." Okino clenched his fists in impotent rage. Her tone was so calm, so patronizing, that Okino wanted to...wanted to...wanted to grab her, and...
Her pleasure is mine, her lust, her cries...
...wanted to grab her, and pound into her, and
keep
pounding until the little blonde slut
begged
for his tongue...
Okino's mouth was dry. He licked his lips and swallowed. "You have to help me," he whispered. "I can—I can bring back help for you." The lie came hard to Okino. He was, to a fault, honest. At least, he'd always thought so. Now he was having trouble remembering anything honest he'd done in his life. He was the one who'd dragged Yathi along just to hit on her. He was the one who'd gotten the whole patrol captured by his own overconfidence. Rhoelt had warned him, and he hadn't listened. Why couldn't he have listened?
And where had these longings for domination come from? Okino had never seen himself as the sort who needed to control women. Not like
that
, anyways. Were they turning him into some sort of beast? Or had this always been...
He tried to cut the thought off. He only succeeded thanks to a helpful distraction.
Kuolema was smiling. She reached forward with one hand, the other still busy between her legs. Cupping his chin in one hand, the psychopomp raised his face to look at her. He stared carefully at her supple lips. "There is no escape for me, little mortal," she whispered. Her lips seemed to savor every word. "Save through
pleasure
."
Her fingers were sticky and warm.
Her lust. Her cries.
Okino pulled himself away and started shedding blankets. He had to hurry. Had to get away from this woman. This
thing
. Her raspy voice was hypnotic to him. It sent tingles down his spine to see her like this, to hear the sticky sounds below, to
feel
her sensuously whispered words as though they were brushing his skin. It was all too easy for his eyes to fall upon her wet pussy, to see her fingers working it, to see her thumb stroking gently around her clit. So easy.
I am needy. I am Hers.
As the last comforter fell onto the floor, his cock sprung free. Hard. Erect. Okino's heart sank as he saw it.
By contrast, Kuolema cooed with exquisite delight, leaning over and staring at the cock in rapture. "Your manhood awakens for me!" she said, giggling. "Oh, such pleasures you mortals bring." Her hand crept forward. "I shouldn't..."
"Please don't," Okino whispered. But he didn't move as Kuolema's fingers lightly stroked his cock. The light touch sent electric shivers throughout his body. "D-don't," he repeated, somewhat less convincingly.
I am needy. I am Hers.
"You cannot escape," the fair slave said cheerfully. "So why not simply submit?"
Okino reached forward and, trembling, pulled her hand away. "I mustn't," he gasped. But now it sounded less like a denial and more like... him looking for an excuse.
That must have been what Kuolema heard, anyways, because she just laughed. She took his hand before he could react, bringing it over to her chest. She set his hand on one breast, and smiled at him. "You must," she said simply.
Okino marveled at the sensation. She was so cold. So smooth. Her nipple was hard and pointed, and he brushed his hand over it, listening to her little gasps. He could feel her heart beating rapidly beneath, could feel the air as she moaned and breathed in.
"S-so easy," she whispered. "Just submit to me, human. I will be—I will keep you as long as I can. Fuck you again and again. I will be so much kinder than the Thriae. I will hold you and comfort you. I will be gentle. Take pleasure in me. You're so needy.
So needy.
" The words made his heart drop.
Okino felt her hand release his, but his hand didn't move. He watched with dread as her newly-freed hand returned to his cock, bringing back the cool touches. "I cannot be warm for you, as she can," the psychopomp whispered. "And I can never be as perfect as Mistress. But if you break for
me
