124 Bluestellaʼs last stand? (III)

Black Dragon Gate Arc

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(POV: Bluestella)

Damian was not content with just words.

In a violent burst of rage, he rushed forward, delivering a forceful kick to my already battered face.

The impact sent shards of pain radiating through my skull.

With a disturbing disregard for my humanity, he proceeded to grind his sole against my iron mask and the vulnerable flesh of my head, relishing in the power and control he exerted.

Then, Damian paused for a moment and looked my figure.

"Hmm, filthy you may be... but you're still the kingʼs most beautiful consort."

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he moistened his lips, "I want to have a taste of you."

With a deliberate grace, he positioned himself above me, his hands firmly grasping my bosom, his touch both commanding and forceful.

As he caressed my nipples, a cry of pleasure and pain escaped my lips, echoing through the air.