9 Chapter 9. A Torturous Desire

Vance's PoV

I panted as I stared at the woman who was playing with my hard hot stick. She licked me, making my stick which had just weakened turned tense again. A delicious tickling feeling flowing from my lower abdomen spread throughout my body.

She kissed the tip of my stick, the most sensitive part of my body. I felt shivers run up my spine, I really liked it when she did that. She gave me a seductive look before putting my stick into her mouth. She shakes her head back and forth, stimulating my stick, turning it bigger and hotter, making my desire to climb higher. My primal instinct as a man is flaring up. My urge for mating burns my entire body. My mind was filled with her, only her. I can't think of anything else as if she was my only world.

I tried to break away from the chain that bound my hands to the wall, but in vain. If this chain hadn't bound me, I would have buried my proud stick in her pleasure hole. I don't care if she is a demon. Right now, all I want is to satisfy my desires.

She inserted my stick deeper into her throat.

"Ugh ..." I moaned as my body was filled with extraordinary pleasure, making my mind fly higher.

I have slept with many women but I have never felt such great pleasure like this before. As if she knew where my weaknesses were. Every move she made aroused me.

My body is demanding for more pleasure, asking to be satisfied but instead of a request, I am begging her.

"Stop... Please stop..."

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Lilieth's PoV

Vance's sweat ran down his body, his knees weakened, his legs could barely support his body.

"Stop... Please stop..." he pleaded.

I did not heed his request, instead, I shook my head back and forth harder with his hard stick in my mouth, crashing it into my throat, made him sink into pleasure.

"Aaghhh..." he moaned as his load almost came out.

But before he shot it, I took my mouth off his stick and gave him an evil smile.

An extraordinary unsatisfied thirst resounded in his eyes as he tried to break free from his chain, but he knew it was futile. Finally, he could only lean his head against the wall while he tried to hold back his unfulfilled desires. His frustration was clearly visible on his face.

We have been doing this all night. We play an edge game, making them tortured by their own desires. Once they calmed down a bit, we stimulated them again. Making sure their sticks harden all night without giving them the opportunity to spend their load or sleep.

They screamed angrily at first and kept struggling like hungry caged beasts. But after a few hours, their angry screams began to change into weak pleading sounds, like tame cats begging for food. Their faces looked tired, the strength they had shown before was gone without a trace.

I brought my face closer to Vance.

"Do you want me to satisfy you?" I say with a naughty smile.

He immediately nodded in reply.

"Satisfy me... I can't take it anymore... I'm going crazy..." he pleaded.

I stretched my index finger to the front of his mouth.

"Lick me."

He obeyed and swallowed my finger into his mouth, sucked it, licked it. His eyes fixed on me, begging me to end his torture. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and rubbed his face slowly.

"Alright... I'll let you go."

I turned around and walked to the chair in the middle of the room as a rattling sound came from my body.

-Kkraakk --- Kkraakk --- Kkraakk

Two horns appeared above my head along with a pair of bat wings on my back. The prestige symbol that signifies me is a high-class demon, distinguishing me from other lowly demons. Signifying that I belong to Lord Damon, the strongest Demon Lord.

The slave traders screamed in terror when they saw it, but I dropped into a chair nonchalantly and looked at Vance. But even though fear was clearly visible on his face, his stick remained hard. My succubus charm keeps his desire burning, getting rid of anything but his desire to be fulfilled.

"Sir Vance, I will let you go as long as you are willing to be my slave, " I said while giving him an evil smile.

Vance looked at me angrily, he was a slave trader, he was the master of slaves. Now I want him to be my slave, of course, this offer hurts his pride. But after a while, he answered.

"I agree, " he said in shame.

I could already guess he would agree. He couldn't stand anymore, he needs to be satisfied. His mind wasn't clear and he was trapped in my charm. He can only obey my orders.

I swung my hand, in an instant a strong force broke the chains that bound his hands. He quickly held onto the wall to support his weak body.

"Come here... We will have fun, " I teased him.