The night had fallen again, but for Lily, time lost meaning.
His small, cursed body lay limp on the bed, marked by every touch, every taste, every moan that had been forced from his lips.
The two women didn't leave — not even once.
They fed on him, used him, played with him like a living, breathing toy — until the only thing he knew was the burning ache between his legs and the soft, helpless sounds that slipped from his throat.
The room was dimly lit now, only the glow of candlelight flickered across his flushed, tear-stained face.
And then the sound of soft heels echoed again.
A new figure entered the room.
Tall, elegant, dressed in a sharp black corset and long gloves. Her eyes locked onto Lily — and her lips curled into a wicked smile.
"So, this is the little cursed femboy I've heard so much about."
Her voice was deep and silky, sending a cold shiver down his spine.
"He's even cuter when broken."
Lily tried to curl up, his thighs pressing tight together, but the two women who had tamed him so well stood by his side, smirking. One of them grabbed his chin, forcing his head up.
"Don't hide now, baby. Show her how wet you are."
His cheeks flared red as his legs were spread apart, the slick, glistening mess between his thighs on full display.
The new woman approached slowly, sliding off one glove finger by finger, her bare hand tracing down his flushed chest — stopping just above his cursed, sensitive slit.
"Tsk... trembling already?"
Her finger slid lower, barely touching him — the lightest stroke, and yet his cursed body betrayed him. A sharp moan burst from his lips.
"Aah... nnh...!"
"How precious."
Her fingers pressed deeper, exploring the soft, wet folds, stroking him slowly, watching his body twitch with every lazy motion.
"Your curse is so strong... or maybe you're just this easy."
She leaned in, her tongue licking a tear from his cheek, her voice lowering to a whisper:
"I think you were born to be nothing but a hole for others to use."
Lily whimpered, his body shivering, his cursed, fragile pride dissolving under her words. He was too far gone to deny it now — the heat pulsing deep inside, the helpless ache begging for more, the tightness in his chest each time her fingers dipped lower.
"Good boy... let it all out."
Her hand moved in slow, cruel circles, each motion forcing his body to grind against her palm, his breath growing sharp and ragged.
"Moan for me."
And he did. Loud and desperate — the room filling with the sweet, wet sounds of his pleasure and the soft, dark laughter of the women who owned him.
This was only the beginning of the night.
And Lily knew it.
His body belonged to them, and there was no escape.
Lily's breath came in soft, broken gasps — his cursed body shivering under the weight of hands that refused to stop, refused to let him rest.
The new woman's fingers, still slick with his taste, traced slow, lazy circles around his sensitive slit, feeling the heat radiating from his overstimulated flesh.
His thighs trembled, muscles twitching, too weak to close — too addicted to the touch to resist.
"Look at you... so wet, so eager."
Her voice was a sharp purr, dripping with amusement.
She pushed two fingers deep inside him, spreading him wide and slow, feeling the tight, pulsing squeeze of his cursed, needy hole.
Lily arched his back, mouth wide open, his voice breaking into sharp, helpless cries.
"Aah—! Nghh...! No— I... I can't...!"
The other two women watched, smirking, as if admiring a favorite toy being tested for durability.
One of them slid behind him, her gloved hands wrapping around his chest, fingers rolling his raw, aching nipples, twisting and pulling them hard.
"Nnhh! Aah... s-so rough...!"
His voice cracked, tears sliding freely down his cheeks.
"Oh sweetheart... you love it rough, don't you?"
Her breath was hot against his ear, her teeth grazing his neck, biting down softly.
The woman in front of him didn't stop. Her fingers thrust deeper, curling just right, rubbing against the cursed spot inside him that made his body twitch uncontrollably.
"This little spot... right here."
She pressed harder, and Lily's entire body jerked violently, his cock twitching as thick, warm cum spilled out again — soaking his belly without even needing to be touched.
"Already? You filthy little thing."
She pulled her fingers out, coated in his juices, and forced them into his mouth.
"Taste yourself. Swallow every drop."
Lily sucked weakly, moaning around her fingers, his eyes glazed over with humiliation and heat. His cursed body trembled, overstimulated beyond reason, yet still pulsing with need for more.
"Don't think you're done."
One of the women behind him whispered darkly.
"We'll keep filling you up until your cursed little hole can't close anymore."
His body ached, used, stretched wide, dripping with seed and slick — but the night wasn't over.
The three women surrounded him, ready to use every inch of his fragile body until the sun rose.
And Lily knew...
There was no end to this.
Only more
Lily's mind had gone blank.
His body didn't even resist anymore — it pulsed, twitched, and leaked on command, like a toy wound too tight and left to break.
The scent of sweat, seed, and perfume filled the air.
His thighs were soaked, the bed under him a mess of wet stains and heat.
"He's so pretty when he gives up."
The woman whispered against his ear, licking the salty trail of tears from his flushed cheeks.
Another pair of hands grabbed his hips, lifting his ass high, parting him wide for all their eyes. His cursed little hole was stretched, red, and glistening — dripping slowly with the mix of all their fluids.
"Still so tight... even after all this?"
A deep, cruel voice chuckled behind him, one of the women pushing the thick head of a toy against his abused entrance, rubbing it slow and lazy in circles, teasing his oversensitive nerves.
Lily whimpered — soft, broken sounds that made their hearts race.
"A-ah... p-please... ngh... too much...!"
His voice was hoarse, his throat sore from all the moaning and crying.
"Shhh... hush now."
She pushed the toy in, slow but unrelenting, stretching his soft walls wide again. His fingers clawed weakly at the sheets, back arching, mouth wide open in a silent scream as the thick toy slid deeper and deeper, stuffing him full.
"You were made for this, weren't you?"
"A cursed, helpless femboy... meant to be filled, meant to be used."
The third woman climbed onto the bed, straddling his face, lowering her soaked slit against his trembling lips.
"Lick, pet."
"Use that sweet little tongue of yours. Or choke."
Her voice was sharp and merciless, and Lily obeyed, his tongue sliding out, licking, tasting her greedily, even as tears clouded his eyes.
The room became a symphony of wet sounds, breathy moans, and soft gasps — the rhythm of him being used from both ends, stretched and stuffed, overwhelmed and adored.
"That's it... keep going."
"Drink every drop I give you."
His body couldn't tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore. Every nerve was alight, every inch of his cursed, weak flesh addicted to their touch. His moans were broken, his body convulsing from yet another forced orgasm — leaking, twitching, surrendering.
And they weren't even close to done.