The soft light of dawn slipped through the dark velvet curtains, painting the room with pale gold.
Lily lay there, limp and trembling — his body still slick, marked, and stretched from last night's ruthless use.
His breath came in soft, broken waves:
"Hhnn~ ahh... ngh... my body... it still... ngh~ burns."
The cursed heat pulsed deeper, spreading under his soft, pale skin, making his sensitive slit twitch, leak, and ache — his thighs pressed together, helpless to stop the sensation.
"M-My curse... it's waking up again... ahh~ ngh~"
A shadow moved in the corner.
A new visitor.
A sharp, feminine voice licked his ears:
"Still hungry, little femboy? Still wet and begging for more?"
Fingers slipped between his thighs, parting them with ease. The moment her touch found his cursed, soaked slit, Lily's moans spilled free:
"Aah~ ngh~ s-so sensitive... ahhhn~!"
The woman chuckled darkly, her fingers teasing slow, wicked circles, keeping him right at the edge.
"You'll never get enough, will you?"
"Such a pretty, cursed little whore."
Lily's back arched, his voice cracking under the weight of need:
"Ahh~! Mmm~ hhnn~ p-please... t-touch me m-more~ nghh~!"
But her fingers vanished, leaving him twitching, leaking, and desperate.
"No."
"You don't get to choose when this ends."
"You're mine now."
Her tongue flicked against his ear, and her voice melted into a soft, venomous whisper:
"And I haven't even started breaking you yet."
Her hands explored him like he was nothing more than a soft, warm toy — a cursed femboy body designed only for pleasure, too weak to resist.
Her nails dragged slowly down his bare chest, making his whole body shiver.
"Ahh... nghh~! P-Please... I can't... t-take it~!"
She grinned, licking her lips.
Her hand slid lower, between his thighs — brushing the slick, twitching slit that was still open and dripping from the night before.
"Still this wet... without even being touched."
"You really are a perfect little slut, aren't you?"
Lily's cheeks burned, tears filling his eyes from the unbearable teasing, hips lifting on instinct, craving the touch.
"Aah~ hnngh~! D-Don't stop... ngh~! More...! P-Please...!"
But she pulled away again — leaving his body throbbing, begging, leaking like a cursed faucet.
She leaned close, her lips brushing his ear, voice dripping with control:
"You don't get to finish."
"Not until I ruin you in front of everyone."
His breath caught. His whole body trembled.
And all he could do was whimper softly:
"Ahh~ nghh... y-yes... please... break me."
The woman shoved him flat against the cold sheets, straddling his weak, trembling body — her fingers gripping his throat softly but firmly, controlling every shallow, shaky breath.
"You're mine. Every inch."
"And I'll make sure you moan my name until your voice breaks."
Her other hand slid between his thighs, fingers plunging into his soaked, stretched slit — his body welcoming her touch like it was starved for it.
"AAh~! Nghh~! F-Fuck~! It's... too much~!"
Her pace quickened, fingers twisting and curling inside, pressing against the most sensitive, ruined spot, forcing waves of pure pleasure to crash through him.
"Ahh~! Nghh... nnnh~! Y-Yes~! T-There~! Nghh!"
His body jolted, hips thrusting upward against her hand on instinct, his cries turning into raw, desperate screams.
"F-Fill me! P-Please! I-I need it! Nghhh~!"
She laughed darkly, pulling out her fingers, dripping with his cursed fluids, and licked them slow, savoring the taste.
"You taste like pure sin."
"But you'll only get filled when I decide. Now beg."
Lily's voice cracked, soaked with helpless tears and lust:
"Ahh~! Nghh~! Please... fill me... use me... break me... I-I'm yours~!"
His whole body trembled, on the edge of bliss, craving the moment where the curse would drown him completely.
"Good boy."
"But the night's still young."
And the room filled again with wet, lewd sounds, and the sweetest, filthiest moans.