The morning sun barely touched the dungeon walls, but Lily's body was already wide awake — aching, tender, and soaked in leftover warmth.
The collar still hugged his throat, the leash still trailing along the cold floor, a silent reminder:
He was claimed.
The door creaked open.
A new shadow stepped in, tall, dominant — different from the hands that had used him before.
This wasn't one of the women.
This was the Master.
"Look at you... still leaking, still trembling."
"But don't worry, pet. I'm here to make you mine."
His voice wrapped around Lily like silk and steel.
It made Lily shiver, his breath shallow, soft moans sneaking from his lips, even before a single touch.
The Master's fingers gripped his chin, lifting his face, making him stare into those dark, commanding eyes.
And then, the first kiss — deep, possessive, devouring.
Lily whimpered into his mouth, his weak, broken body pressing closer, his cursed core already throbbing, aching for more.
"You'll carry my mark."
"Not just on your skin... but deep inside."
His body was lowered onto a velvet seat, legs spread wide, his moans turning into gasps as the Master's hand traced lower, circling the sensitive slit, pressing just enough to make Lily twitch and cry out.
"Such a sensitive little thing."
"You were made for this."
His fingers slid inside with ease, finding no resistance — only the wet, needy heat of a femboy too broken to refuse, and too addicted to stop.
The room filled with Lily's breathless, soft moans, each one more desperate, more shameless.
"That's right. Moan for me."
"I want your voice to echo, so everyone knows you belong to me."
The Master's fingers curled inside him, hitting that cursed sweet spot over and over, making Lily's voice crack into helpless, high-pitched moans.
His body jerked with every movement, his cursed slit clenching around the invading fingers, dripping uncontrollably.
"So wet already… just from my touch."
"Your body knows who owns it."
His breath came out in broken, whimpering gasps, his cheeks burning, tears hanging at the corners of his wide, teary eyes.
The Master leaned close, his voice a dark, honeyed whisper.
"You moan so sweet, pet."
"I could listen to you beg all night."
A sharp tug on the leash tilted Lily's head back, exposing his flushed throat.
The Master's tongue traced along his neck, tasting his sweat and fear, before biting down — marking the skin, leaving a deep, purple bruise.
"This is only the beginning."
"I'm going to ruin you until all you can do is beg for more."
Lily's legs trembled as the Master replaced his fingers with something thicker, hotter.
The stretch was slow, deep, merciless — the sound of wet, slick skin meeting skin filled the room, mixed with Lily's desperate moans that spilled from his throat without control.
"Cry for me."
"Let the world hear who you belong to."
And Lily obeyed — the moans that escaped were sharp, broken, soaked in shame and unbearable pleasure.
The Master's pace grew deeper, slower, each thrust grinding into his sweet spot, forcing his cursed body to pulse and drip in surrender.
His moans blended into breathless cries, each one sweeter, wetter, more desperate.
"Good boy."
"You'll never escape this."
His body no longer resisted.
It craved.
It opened.
It begged.
The Master's thrusts slowed, sinking deep into Lily's cursed, soaked slit, stretching him open with every inch, forcing his soft, helpless moans to bloom louder, wetter, and sweeter.
"Listen to yourself."
"A cursed little femboy... made to be filled."
"And you love it."
Tears streaked Lily's flushed cheeks, his lips parted, letting out broken, shaky gasps with every hard, deep push.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the leash pulling tighter around his neck with each desperate thrust.
"You'll never forget this feeling."
"Even if they leave you empty… your body will ache for more."
The Master's hand gripped his throat, applying the perfect pressure.
The sensation mixed suffocation with pure ecstasy, sending waves through Lily's frail, ruined body, making his voice crack into the filthiest, rawest moans he'd ever released.
"Such a perfect little pet."
"Cry for me."
"Scream for me."
His voice shattered — soft, high-pitched, soaked in sweet, helpless pleasure.
And when the Master finally marked him deep inside, Lily's body trembled, locking up as his own release came uncontrollably, tears and moans tangled into one broken symphony.
"Good boy."
"So sweet when you're ruined."
The Master leaned in, whispering against his ear, his voice dripping with dark ownership:
"You're mine now... and I'll make sure you'll never forget it."