Protected: BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 21 – 30
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 21 – 30
Emeriel did everything to distract himself from the agony. Abandoning his bucket, he pulled an old, dust-coated book from the drawer of the chamber’s solitary table, hoping to lose himself in its pages.
Yet, the effort proved vain.
Tension knotted in his stomach, a relentless discomfort making it impossible for him to remain seated.
Restlessly, Emeriel shifted his position, pressing his legs together in a vain attempt to ease the ache.
However, the more he tried, the more it hurt. It simply was not working.
Oh, by the Light, whatever was wrong with him?
Moments later, Emeriel found himself sprawled naked on the floor, even his chest-binds lay discarded. His fingers vigorously rubbed his sensitive clit without respite.
He had lost count of how many orgasms he had experienced, yet relief remained elusive.
A brief break was all he ever got in between, before the relentless agony returned with a vengeance.
Each time, even the pleasure dulled. And, the pain that had once been a mere throb grew more profound.
He had no idea how much longer he could endure this ordeal. His arm ached from the arduous rubbing, and his clit burned red and raw from the relentless abuse.
Sweat and tears mingled as he lay helpless on the floor, his body consumed by excruciating pain. Emeriel wouldn’t wish this agony upon his worst enemy.
When the door swung open and two figures entered, Emeriel had to blink repeatedly to clear his blurry vision enough to discern them.
“Oh, he’s in an even worse state than before! I told you, Madam Livia,” Amie’s voice echoed faintly as she drew nearer.
“By the Gods…” Madam Livia’s shocked voice escaped her lips as her hands flew to cover her mouth, her eyes widening. “He’s truly a woman.”
“I told you so, Madam Livia.” Amie bent down, hovering over him. “Are you alright, Princess Emeriel?”
“N-no!” Emeriel wanted to shout, but his voice came out as a feeble whisper, filled with exhaustion. “D-don’t call me that.”
“How long has he been like this?” Madam Livia asked, approaching cautiously to observe him.
“Hours, Madam Livia. Do you know what’s afflicting him?”
Emeriel’s eyes flickered with hope as he looked expectantly at Livia.
“I’m not certain yet. Amie, help me. Let’s move her to the bed,” Livia ordered, and the young girl hastened to comply.
They carefully shifted Emeriel’s weakened form back onto the bed, yet he scarcely felt the coolness of the mattress against his back.
His relentless self-stimulation continued, his womanhood convulsing and slick with moisture.
Another orgasm wracked his body, and Emeriel cried out at the bewildering mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him.
When the episode passed, he was left partially unconscious.
BOUND TO THE BEAST : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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