The Damned Demon Chapter 487 A Slave’s Initiation Ritual

Chapter 487  A Slave’s Initiation Ritual

Rebecca’s body dripped with sweat, her heavy chest heaving as she panted heavily, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The dark green light that had consumed her faded away, revealing her flushed and glistening form. Asher made sure to enslave her body and mind using his scorching chains, yet he didn’t extend his chains toward her memories. If he tried to force it, she would know and try to reject it.

The slave crest on her back glowed a brief, malevolent green before vanishing into her skin, leaving only the stinging humiliation of its presence.

The weight of her newfound servitude pressed down on her like a leaden cloak, suffocating her very being.

Asher walked up to her, a twisted smirk on his face. He grabbed her chin roughly and tilted her head upwards, “Now, you’re mine…slave.”

Rage and humiliation boiled in Rebecca’s eyes as she glared at him, her body still tingling from the searing pain of the slave seal’s activation, “I will kill you…no matter how long I would have to wait,” she hissed.

Asher’s smirk only deepened, “You will never be able to hurt a hair on my body for the rest of your life.” His hand trailed down her jawline, sending shivers down her spine, and downwards, over her exposed collarbone, and towards her deep cleavage, “Do you know what most female slaves do to please their masters for the first time? It’s like their initiation ritual.”

Rebecca’s face flushed a crimson red, knowing what he was hinting at, “I hope you rot in Tartarus, you bastard.”

“Looks like a slave like you need some proper training on how to talk to her master,” Before she could react, Asher’s hand shot forward and roughly tore the front of her black gown, fabric shredding as it gave way to reveal her trembling, naked, supple body. “Yrgh!” Rebecca grunted in a mixture of rage and shame as her voluptuous breasts bounced free, the cool air brushing against her heated skin.

Asher’s hands, hot and hungry, raked over her curves, pausing at the heaving mounds of her exposed breasts, “Wow. You have the biggest breasts I have ever seen. It looks like you had at least a couple of children at a time for them to grow this big,” he muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and crude humor.

Rebecca winced as his warm fingers dipped into her breasts, gnashing her teeth together upon having her bare breasts violated by this alien bastard.

Asher’s heated gaze wandered over her voluptuous, sweat-sheened body, his eyes drinking in the alluring curves that defied her age. Her hourglass figure, lush hips, and perky huge breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took only made the fruits of her motherhood stand out. Despite having voluptuous curves, her body was toned just enough.

Her skin, though blemished with the passage of time, had a sensual sheen in the dim light, like a fine wine that only grew more intoxicating with age.

He found himself transfixed by the way her body reacted to his touch – the goosebumps that bloomed on her skin, the involuntary shudders that wracked her frame, and the way her pink nipples hardened under his rough touch as he tugged at them.

Why was she so easily sensitive to his touch?

He knew she had a bombshell body, the most alluring one among all the senior women he knew. Yet looking at her naked figure made him realize he underestimated the allure of her body.

If not for her crazy attitude and her strength, he was sure men would have been swarming over to claim her as their own. Or, of course, she must be used to having a good time by dominating men under her pussy before killing them off.

Rebecca’s face flushed a deep shade of scarlet, and she gritted her teeth, her fists clenched in suppressed fury, “You vile bastard…Get your filthy hands off me!” she hissed, her words laced with venom. Yet, in spite of her indignation, her body betrayed her, shuddering under the rough-yet-gentle ministrations of his hands as he kneaded her breasts, her nipples shivering and protruding under his touch.

“Shhh…you wouldn’t want my hands on your son’s neck, right? Consider this the price you agreed to pay to prevent such a scenario,” Asher said with a cold smile, relishing the look on her face as he toyed with her breasts.

“But you must be quite the slut to get turned on by the hands of someone like me,” Asher’s dark, sensual gaze locked onto the heaving mounds of Rebecca’s breasts, her hardened nipples calling out to him like twin pearls of desire. His mouth watered with anticipation as he lowered his head, his breath a hot, tantalizing whisper against her swollen flesh.

“Don’t you dare!” Rebecca shouted, her breasts getting warmer upon feeling his hot breath caressing her skin.

But as if her stern warning fell on deaf ears, he traced a teasing path along the valley between her breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty-sweet sweat that had gathered on her skin.

“Ahnnh!~”

Rebecca’s gasp of surprise was like ambrosia to his ears as his lips finally closed over her taut nipple, sucking and teasing the sensitive nub, his tongue swirling around it in ever-tightening circles. Her hand fisted at her side, as if to push him away, but instead, they ended up dangling in the air helplessly, her wrist restrained.

Her mind swirled with a maelstrom of emotions as she felt a heat pooling between her thighs, her body betraying her as it responded to Asher’s wicked ministrations. Hatred and something fiery, twin flames, warred within her, each vying for dominance. She knew she should fight, should repel his advances, but the sensations he evoked were both foreign and annoyingly trying to overwhelm her.

His mouth on her breast was like fire and ice, lapping at her hardened nipple, teasing and tormenting it into an even more rigid state. Her left hand, fisted to stop herself from pushing him away, trembled with the effort it took to resist the growing desire. “Hnnnng~Mnnng~…”

Every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue sent shivers of electric pleasure straight to her core, and she couldn’t help but whimper.

As he feasted on one breast, his dexterous fingers began their own exploration, trailing a path down her smooth, sweat-sheened stomach, his touch feather-light, yet leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He lingered at her navel, tracing the delicate indentation, before venturing lower still, to a place that felt like forbidden ground.

Her thoughts, clouded with vengeful fantasies, were pushed to the background as his skilled fingers ventured further south, teasing her most sensitive of places. “Y-You will…pay…Hnnng~”

Her body arched involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips in between her threats as he discovered her slick folds, wet with her growing arousal.

His touch was both commanding and delicate, as if he knew her body better than she did herself. Each brush of his fingertip against her clitoris sent shudders of pleasure coursing through her, making her toes curl in the air.

“D-Damn you…hnnnn~” she breathed, her voice a mix of loathing and lust, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to banish the sensations he was evoking in her.

Asher chuckled, his breath hot against her ear, his fingers delving into the forbidden territory between her thighs, “Oh, I’m not quite done with you yet, my feisty slave. Tonight, you’ll have a taste of submission,” he whispered, his voice scorching yet sensual.

With a devious smirk, Asher simply snapped his fingers, and the restraints around Rebecca’s ankles tightened, hoisting her upward, her legs spreading apart like a wanton display. The cool air caressed her damp folds, her glistening pink pussy now on full display for his greedy eyes to feast upon. “W-What are you planning to do??” She blushed a deep crimson, her cheeks on fire, as she tugged futilely at the unforgiving chains. She felt like she was being treated as a lowly animal by forcing her into such a humiliating position.

She had never felt so naked and vulnerable in her life and wished the lightning from the Seven Hells would just strike this degenerate bastard.

However, Asher was surprised to see that she didn’t even have a single strand of hair to adorn her secret cave. Based on the custom here, shouldn’t all married women stop shaving down there?

Or was she that much of a rebel that she didn’t care for customs?

“Hmm, what do we have here?” he mumbled, his voice thick with lust as he knelt down to be eye-level with her exposed cave, “So wet, so ready for me, aren’t you, my slave? Were you lusting for me this much, even after what happened to your son? Aren’t you quite the slutty mother?”

Rebecca clenched her eyes shut, her face a mask of humiliation, “I’ll kill you for this, you scum,” she hissed, but her voice was weaker than before as the heat radiating over her body was paralyzing some of her nerves.

Asher chuckled, his breath hot against her quivering folds, “The more you want to kill me, the more I want a taste of you,” he whispered, before running a single finger along her slick slit, eliciting a strangled moan from her lips.

“Hnng!~S-Stop it~,” she whimpered, her body trembling with both arousal and shame, “I…I’ll never submit to you.”

Asher’s response was a low, throaty chuckle as he dipped his head, his warm breath ghosting over her aching center, “We’ll see about that.”

Without another warning, his tongue plunged into her depths, his skilled oral ministrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Ahhhnnnng!~~”

Rebecca’s body arched in the air, her hand clenching the chain above her head as Asher’s skilled tongue danced against her most sensitive parts. His tongue seemed to know every right spot to touch, every flick, every suck, sending her closer to the edge of sanity.

Each moan that escaped her lips felt like a betrayal, but she couldn’t help it as this intense heat grew within and consumed her.

“You’re surprisingly delicious despite being a bitch,” he whispered, his words vibrating against her swollen folds, only heightening her senses, “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you,” Asher literally felt more thirsty after tasting her sweet, cold nectar that was warming up nicely.

“N-No, stop!~Hnnnng!~” she moaned, her body trembling with the effort to resist the overwhelming sensation. She couldn’t believe she was making such dirty sounds and feeling the loss of control of her body under the hands of the man she hated the most. What would Oberon think if he learned that she couldn’t even control her own body against this bastard?

Asher chuckled, his fingers now teasing her swollen clitoris as he continued his assault on her senses, “You tell me to stop, but you are grinding your pussy against my mouth as if begging for more, and you expect me to believe your words over your body?”

“T-That’s not true! Hnnnnnng!~” Rebecca’s world shattered around her, as her body arched in the air, her hands clenching the chains above her head as Asher’s skilled tongue and fingers worked their magic. His tongue and fingers moved in tandem, sending her hurtling towards a precipice she never knew existed. Her moans, both of pleasure and humiliation, echoed off the damp walls of the hall. She felt like she was going to pee but she knew what was really about to happen. Updated from n0v𝒆lbIn.(c)o/m

“I… I can’t… I’m… going to… AAAH!”

Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, crashing through her supple body, tearing her apart, and sewing her back together anew. Her inner walls clenched, craving something to fill the void he’d created within her. Her cries of ecstasy filled the hall before a flood of shame and anger settled down on her shivering body.