True Colors (+18)
Warning (+18) not for those who don't like forceful sexual acts
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Charybdis, who had finally found what she was looking for, turned towards Noir with a smile that sent immediate alarms ringing in his head.
The smile wasn't just a curve of her lips; it was a predatory grin, a promise of control and dominance that made Noir's stomach twist.
Her eyes, sharp and gleaming with a manic light, locked onto his, and he could feel the intensity of her gaze burning into him.
She approached him with deliberate steps, each one echoing with purpose and a simmering excitement.
Noir instinctively stepped back, his confidence waning in the face of her overwhelming presence.
"What is it, Q-Queen?" he asked nervously, his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his composure.
Charybdis closed the distance between them, and Noir found himself backed against the wall.
She reached out and gently took one of his hands, her touch deceptively soft.
Then, with the same hand, she took the other, holding them both in a firm, unyielding grip.
Her eyes never left his, the glint in them growing wilder, more fevered.
With her free hand, she produced a collar, which she swiftly placed around his neck.
The cold metal locked mechanically, and then, with a soft hum, it magically bonded with his body, becoming an integral part of him.
The sensation sent a shiver down his spine.
Her face drew closer to his, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath.
Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated with excitement, and her lips curled into a smile that was both maddening and alluring.
She whispered, her voice low and filled with promise, "We'll have lots of fun together."
Her eyes sparkled with a dangerous thrill, leaving no doubt in Noir's mind about the depths of her intentions.
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Charybdis, her eyes glittering with a manic light and her smile fixed in a disturbingly delighted grin, began to explain to Noir, "You know, the last one to wear that collar around his neck was my previous mate. A high human who fathered my twins."
Noir's eyes widened, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He tried to pull his hands away, but her grip was ironclad. "You should feel proud," she continued, her voice dripping with a twisted sweetness.
"Because I'm certain you will survive much longer than he did."
Her words sank into him like lead, and his gut wrenched with a mix of fear and disbelief.
"I-I'm not sure about this," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
But his protests were cut short as Charybdis leaned in, her face just inches from his.
Her eyes bore into his, filled with a feverish intensity, and her smile widened to a frightening degree.
"I'm looking forward to it,the day you will completely break down" she said, her voice a soft, almost tender murmur that belied the madness behind it.
Before Noir could utter another word, Charybdis silenced him with a forceful kiss.
Her lips pressed against his with a fervor that left him breathless, and the iron grip on his hands tightened.
He felt completely overpowered, both physically and mentally, as the kiss deepened.
His mind raced, trying to process the surreal and terrifying reality of his situation.
The room seemed to close in around him, the walls closing in with a palpable sense of doom.
All he could do was submit to the overwhelming presence of Charybdis, his protests swallowed by the passionate, possessive kiss of the queen.
Her lips moved against his with a demanding intensity, and her eyes, still open and fixed on his, radiated a fierce, unyielding dominance.
The primordial Noir was reduced to such a state by the passive fear inducement and subordination of her newly acquired Ultimate skill.
The sheer force of her personality, the crazed glint in her eyes, and the suffocating closeness of her body left him utterly defenseless.
Noir could do nothing but surrender, his fate now tightly bound to the whims of the queen, his will already in the process od being subjugated to her overpowering presence.
With a wave of her hand, Noir's and her clothes disappeared.
She led him to the opulent bed, her excitement causing some of her inhuman features to become prominent.
Scales shimmered on her chest, and a third eye opened in the center of her forehead, radiating a strange and captivating power.
Charybdis's steps were deliberate, each one echoing with a sense of inevitability.
Noir, overwhelmed and unable to resist, followed her lead, his mind and body under her vice grip.
She reached the bed and turned to face him, her three eyes blazing with a red light.
Her grin widened as she pulled him closer, the scales on her chest rubbing against his own as she again kissed him in an angle that almost made his neck twist.
Her one hand held his face while the other snaked around to his dick holding it as she began rubbing it.
The black Primordial's maind was already a jumble of pain fear and plaesure.
He could only let her use himself as she pleases as he couldn't even think of escaping from her.
His frame tightened as the forceful handjob made him near orgasm but she stopped just before he could release.
Causing a twinge of disappointment in the crazed deamon.
She held him like a sack and put him on his knees at the edge of the bed as she brought his face closer to her pussy.
With a dominant tone she ordered him, "Lick, if you're good enough this queen will reward you"
He like a good puppy obliged.
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