The night never really ended for Lily.
His body still trembled, sore and dripping from the Master's claim.
The collar burned against his throat, a constant reminder of the night he was truly broken.
But the curse wasn't done with him.
It pulsed deep inside his body, spreading heat through every inch, making his cursed slit twitch, leak, ache — begging for more.
The sound of heels echoed against the stone floor.
A new shadow approached — sultry, commanding, and female this time.
"Oh, you poor thing… still needy?"
"Your little hole still quivering, begging for attention?"
Her hand slid between his trembling thighs, fingers sinking deep into his soaked, sensitive slit without mercy.
Lily's voice shattered instantly — high-pitched, whimpering, desperate moans spilled from his throat like music.
"Such a lewd, cursed femboy."
"You were born for this."
Her fingers curled inside him, stretching him wide as his body convulsed, hips arching off the bed, voice cracking with every ruthless thrust.
"Cry for me."
"Let me hear how much you love being ruined."
And Lily did.
His moans were shameless, wet, broken — the pure sound of surrender.
But the woman wasn't satisfied.
She straddled him, pushing the tip of her futa cock against his cursed, stretched slit, rubbing slow circles — teasing him until his body shook from the pressure.
"Oh, you want it, don't you?"
"You want to be stuffed full, split open, used until you forget your own name."
With one brutal thrust, she buried herself deep, forcing Lily's voice into a scream — sharp, raw, dripping with need and helpless pleasure.
"That's it, baby."
"Moan for me. Let everyone hear how broken you've become."
Her hips slammed against him again and again, each thrust deeper, harder, wetter, until the room echoed with filthy sounds and Lily's constant, high-pitched, sweet, sobbing moans.
"You were made for this, weren't you?"
"A cursed little toy, forever dripping, forever begging."
The room filled with the sound of wet skin slapping against skin, the sharp clink of his leash tugging with each brutal thrust.
Lily's voice cracked, the soft, filthy melody pouring from his lips:
"Ahh~! Hnnn... n-no... ngh...!"
"I-it's too deep~! Aah~!"
But the woman's hips didn't stop — they slammed harder, deeper, stretching his cursed, soaked slit until his body shook uncontrollably.
"Cry louder, pretty boy."
"Let me hear it. Hnnngh... You love it, don't you?"
Lily's head fell back, the collar tightening against his throat, tears streaming down his cheeks as the filthy moans broke free:
"Ahh~! Aahhn~! Nghh... h-harder...! Mmmph... ngh~!"
His cursed core clenched tight around her cock, twitching, dripping without control — every thrust forcing his body into raw, helpless bliss.
His mind faded, his lips only knowing how to moan.
"Aah~! Nnnhh... I-I'm... ngh~!"
She leaned close, her voice a dark, wicked purr against his ear:
"You're such a filthy little pet."
"I'll ruin you so deep... you'll never close again."
Her pace quickened, the sound of slick, wet thrusts growing messier, louder, as Lily's voice shattered:
"Haaah~! Aahhhn~! Nghhh! Y-yes~! Hhnnn~!"
Her pace reached a savage rhythm, hips slamming deep, wet slaps echoing louder, each thrust ripping helpless, high-pitched moans from Lily's throat:
"Ahh~! Nnnh~! Nghh~! M-More~! Aahh~!"
His legs trembled, toes curling, hands gripping the sheets — body surrendering completely to her brutal, unrelenting passion.
"You're so tight, so sweet... nghh~ you were made to be filled."
"This cursed hole is perfect."
Her cock pulsed deep inside him, stretching him so wide, so full — until Lily couldn't hold it anymore.
"Aahhn~! I-I'm... nghhh~!"
Tears mixed with sweat on his flushed cheeks as his body convulsed, climaxing helplessly, clenching tight around her.
His moans turned to soft, broken whimpers:
"Hnn... aah~ nghh~!"
The woman growled low, burying herself fully, pumping him full with thick, hot release — marking him inside, claiming his ruined body.
Her voice dark, possessive:
"Good boy."
"You'll stay like this, dripping... until someone else uses you."
And Lily could only sob, breathless and aching, whispering:
"Aah... nghh... y-yes... M-Master~."