Chapter 7: Dream [1] [R18]

Chapter 7: Dream [1] [R18]

But to his dismay, Aria remained silent, her mouth sealed shut, as if forbidden to reveal her secrets.

The power dynamics had shifted once again, and Demitas found himself driven by an insatiable hunger for truth and control. Though the answers eluded him, the allure of the forbidden and the exhilaration of dominance coursed through his veins, propelling him forward on this journey of uncharted desires.

Demitas' hands moved with a mixture of urgency and desire as he caressed the woman's breasts, his touch both teasing and enticing. His fingers gently danced across her delicate flesh, skillfully stimulating her sensitive nipples in a way that evoked a sweet surrender from her.

She responded with a cute resistance, her legs wrapping around his back, pulling him closer in an intimate embrace. The subtle movements of her body spoke volumes, mirroring the wave of pleasure that coursed through her being. Her body quivered with anticipation, a telltale sign that her own climax was approaching.

Her breath hitched as she inhaled deeply, biting her lower lip in a display of tantalizing anticipation. The sight ignited a primal instinct within Demitas, fueling his desire to explore every inch of her.

The pressure within Demitas' groin intensified, his desire reaching its peak. The anticipation of release pulsed through his veins, each heartbeat aligning with the mounting urgency.

Demitas, torn between his desire to know her name and the intoxicating allure of her seductive gestures, found himself captivated by her tantalizing display. Her tongue traced the outline of her glistening lips, a sensual invitation that stirred a primal hunger within him. With a moan that resonated in the air, she punctuated her enticement, leaving Demitas speechless and consumed by a mounting need.

But just as he was about to press further for her name, a sudden surge of electricity coursed through her body, causing her to freeze momentarily. In that moment, a transformation took place. Her expression shifted, revealing a deeper tenderness and care that seemed to emanate from her very being. The afterglow of her climax left her contented, her desires momentarily sated.

Without hesitation, she took hold of Demitas's cheeks and pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Their mouths melded together, the taste of their desires intermingling. In that shared moment of intimate connection, questions of identity momentarily faded into the background, replaced by the raw intensity of their growing ardor.

Demitas, overcome by the raw passion between them, surrendered himself to the heat of the moment. Their lips fused together in a fervent clash, their tongues dueling for dominance. Saliva mingled and was consumed in an intoxicating exchange, fueling their escalating desire.

The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent and urgent. Demitas's hands roamed freely over her exposed skin, tracing the contours of her body with a heightened sense of anticipation. He could feel the electric charge that pulsed between them, intensifying the connection that held them captive in the throes of their shared passion.

With each moment that passed, their desires grew bolder and more uninhibited. Their bodies pressed against each other, seeking closer contact, craving the merging of flesh and the ecstasy it promised.

With each sip of their shared essence, a sense of primal submission took hold of Demitas. He found himself willingly surrendering to the power of their connection, reveling in the sensation of being subjugated by her commanding presence.

Demitas, driven by his primal desires, tore away the remnants of her clothing, exposing a mesmerizing sight before him. Her groin was revealed, a delicate pink slit glistening with moisture, inviting his exploration. It was a pristine canvas, free of any imperfections, with symmetrical dimensions that hinted at her youthful nature. Not a single hair marred its pristine surface, hinting at her youthful allure.

As Demitas ran his fingers along her delicate folds, he could feel the tightness that awaited him, an exquisite sensation that sent shivers down his spine. Her essence, a testament to her arousal, heightened his anticipation. She was a masterpiece, a vision of sensuality that transcended the boundaries of mortal pleasure.

Demitas continued his exploration, his fingers deftly finding her swollen clitoris. With gentle movements, he began to caress and stimulate the sensitive bud, eliciting a cascade of moans from her weary yet determined lips. Despite her pleasure, she remained steadfast in her silence, refusing to reveal her true identity or intentions.

"Master... you meanie," she managed to utter between gasps, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and playful reproach. However, before she could say anything more, she suddenly vanished from his sight, leaving Demitas bewildered and craving for more.

In the wake of her disappearance, another voice filled the air. It was Babyface.

"Demitas!" The desperate cry of Babyface echoed through the grim and blood-soaked arena, piercing Demitas's heart like a dagger. His name carried a plea for help, a cry for salvation in the midst of this hellish battleground.

Demitas, adorned with the degrading symbol of his enslavement—a heavy, iron slave collar—felt a surge of dread coursing through his veins. He stood there, his body trembling, as he gazed upon the scene before him. Babyface, his loyal friend and companion, was trapped inside a cage, just out of reach, his anguished face etched with pain and desperation.

The atmosphere within the arena was suffocating, a cacophony of jeers and bloodthirsty cheers from the bloodthirsty crowd that surrounded them. The stench of sweat, dirt, and the metallic tang of fresh blood hung heavy in the air.

As Demitas gripped the cold, unforgiving bars of the cage, a sense of helplessness engulfed him. He yearned to rush to Babyface's aid, to break the chains of oppression and rescue his friend from the clutches of this cruel spectacle. But the cage served as an impassable barrier, an agonizing reminder of the powerlessness that shackled him.

His mind raced, searching for a solution, a way to free Babyface from his torment. Every fiber of his being screamed for action, for a heroic intervention. Yet, the weight of the collar around his neck and the rules of this twisted game kept him rooted in place, an unwilling spectator to his friend's suffering.